A story about a Niaeve Novice.
A while ago, the library was attacked by an army of shadow possessed dusters. They retreated when faced with the fear of being eaten by Avaine, the great gullit of steel. But alas, not all was as it seemed. When an iggnorant Novice picked up a old forgotten duster; She didn't know what she was getting in to. For when she attempted to sweep a bit of dust off of the shelf, she was instantly turned into a slave to the demonic duster. She found herself unable to put the duster down. Then when she tried to eat an apple, she was unable to, because she was helping the aes sedai. She attempted to drink, and to rest, but at each new idea, was attacked with the doom duster. Fearing for her life, the niave Novice tried to call for help from her friends, and realised that dusting was more important. So in her hour of need, she turned to the almighty creator, or one of his immortals at any rate, and .. AGAIN decided to continue her dusting. And when an Immortal did show up?.. Well Here's what came of THAT!
~LOG~
ou gain some experience points!
HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Excellent >
Fogel has forced you to 'n'.
But you're hard at work for the Aes Sedai!
HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Excellent >
Fogel says 'hmm'
HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Fresh >
You pick up speed with your dusting, hoping to finish before you become a grandmother!
HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Excellent >
Fogel says 'that's bad'
HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Excellent >
~END LOG!~
Well after time, covered in scrapes from falling off chairs used to reach higher shelves, and having an asthma attack, the poor Novice was released from the doom duster. And when she went to check if anything was t come from her plight, she found no recognition for her hard work cleaning the library.
Tryss, the Sad, Dusty, EXHAUSTED, Novice.
The Niaeve Novice, and the Dusters of Doom
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