BoF is owned by some smart guy, To bad I'm a genius so I guess it can't be me...can it?
No its not...But I do own the character Norvald Wingly. I think...I mean My brain created him didnt it? DIDNT IT!!!!!
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Knowledge is Power, and yet the Powerful know no Knowledge
Master Teacher Norvald Wingly,
933-???
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The Caves were magnificent, They glowed with a power that made Momo feel like a school girl. So much Chrysm. Momo was a researcher for The Yggdrasil Institute, a research institute and school all in one. Momo scoured the earth searching for remnants of Dragons, a mythical creature born of Chrysm. Or so she had read. The Dragons as a race were eliminated years upon years ago, many different sources said many different things. The church of Urka stated that they were an all-powerful menace that needed to be removed. But Momo always wondered, if these people were so powerful, how did the Urkans win? And in only a one week long campaign.
"So have you found anything of interest?" Momo heard Ursula say. Ursula was Momo's personal bodyguard, not like Momo needed one, but with the recent military upheavals in Wyndia it seemed a neccessity. However Ursula was with the Black Death, or the Dark Dragons, which is what they were called internally. Yggdrasil was an institute that got a large amount of money from Wyndia, a sum that had been less and less in recent years as research spendings got cut in the budget; but these Black Death people not only have given more fundings then Wyndia ever has, they've taken a great intrest in the research Momo has done, giving her more power then she was accustomed to as a lower level researcher. /Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they call themselves Dark Dragons??/
But Momo didnt worry about that, she wasnt into the politics or anything. As long as she had her funding, she cared not about what incompetant fool who sat on the throne. Ursula was but another incompetent fool who acted as if she knew but didnt. In fact a few months ago the purple-haired one who led the /Dark Dragons/ started asking her about her research. Momo, of course couldnt explain it to him, the man wouldnt have understood the most basic of her research, but she sold it well. Her father had taught her how to sell research /Promise power, money will follow,/ She told the purple-haired one in the simplest terms that she believed that the chrysm found were in some way related to the Dragons of old. Once she said Dragon she had him hooked, /Everything is revolving around Dragons now, maybe its more then coincedence.../
"I said, is there anything of interest in here?" Momo vaguely heard Ursula say. Momo sighed.
"This is the largest field of Chrsym ever found, I'm sure there is something of interest somewhere in these ruins." Momo replyed, turning back to her study of one of the larger shards she found. The shard was large, about as tall as Momo and twice as wide. The chrysm was strangely warm to the touch /what the.../
"Whats the problem?" Momo heard Ursula say, Ursula probably read the confusion on Momo's face and was of course curious of her find.
"Nothing is the problem Ursula, now go back to your job OK?" Momo said as she pulled out a small object from the folds in her robe. The object was a simple analyzing device and running it across the chysm would give her the chemical make-up which would thus tell her the approximate age of the Chrysm.
"What are you doing?" Ursula once again asked, in a tone that brokered no arguments, she didnt want to be left out of the loop.
/She's reporting everything I do back to someone,/
"I'm simply trying to find out how old and how pure the chrysm is." She said as she turned the analyzer on and passed it over the chrysm. What occured next would defy everything she had learned, the chrysm piece jumped. The Large shard moved and twisted away from the device as if protecting itself from it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Ursula curse and grunt but Momo was not worried about her. /It is alive.../
Maybe Momo should have worried why the person sworn to protect her had grunted, maybe somewhere in the back of her mind she had worried, but Momo didnt have time to rethink as she slid into endless darkness.
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Momo awoke to a bright light shining in her face, /Is this heaven?/ She asked herself silently.
"Who are you, How did you get here, How many know?" A voice said.
"Uhhh...Wha-" She began to ask but a pain shot up her arm as someone hit her on her arm.
"Do not lie, your friend is being interrogated in the other room, Who are you, How did you get here, How many know?" The voice repeated.
/I seriously doubt Ursula would tell anything, so maybe I should be tough.../bThe thought quickly left her as another pain shot up her arm, this one worse then before.
"MOMO!" she said much louder then she expected to say.
"Good, Momo, now How did you get here and How many know?"
Momo hesitated in her reply, this time a numb feeling shot up her arm, /Amazing, after awhile there is a perceptual adaptation to the sense of pain.../ "HONEY!" She said, once again louder then expected.
"What is this Honey?" The voice asked, so Momo explained the history of Honey. Momo's first find, the first thing she had ever fixed, her first friend. Now her most trusted companion, Momo had learned long ago that Honey had an affinity towards high energy sources, a love for them if you would give the little robot human tendencies, and Chrysm was an extremely high energy source. "And me and my partner are the only ones who know, now that I've told you, who are you? and why did the Chrysm move?" Momo asked, defiant, ready to get answers to her questions. All she recieved was jubilant laughter.
"Ah, how the attacked becomes the attacker," the voice said. She could see a vague outline of a man standing up and walking towards her, his image superimposed onto the light, in her pain filled state she swore she could see wings, /He is an angel, an angel of death come to take me away./ Momo stared into the light standing defiant, her mind continuously working at the possiblities, /He's probably just a Wyndian who had escaped the Dark Dragons./
Momo never felt the hand on her shoulder nor did she feel the sting of the needle. All she felt was tired.
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"WAKE UP!" Momo heard, as she felt a sharp pain in her side. /Today just isnt my day/ She thought as she looked up. There standing before her was Ursula in all her glory.
"Is this how you always protect the people you are sworn to protect?" Momo said, realizing quickly that that may not have been the most logical course of action.
She got no response and decided it was time to look around, they were in a small cell with no light coming out of it, "So Commado whats the plan?" Momo asked as she saw Ursula standing at the lone door.
"There is no plan," Ursula said, "They told me to call them when you woke up and you're awake, So I call them, then I make a plan." She said as she continued standing at the door. Suddenly the door swung open and in walked in four men with spears. Tying Ursula's arms behind her back they walked over to Momo and picked her up, dragging her out the door.
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"My Lord, We have found and captured the Royal Family of Wyndia. The only members that are left are the two daughters, Mina and Nina." The messenger said, awaiting patiently his masters commands.
"I want information of the supposed whereabouts of Nina and Mina," The man said, pouring himself a goblet of red wine. As the messenger bowed to take his leave the man stopped him. "Wait, I also want them dead by the rise of the sun." He added, taking a sip of the red wine. It was thick running down his throat with a hint of spice /Wyndian's at least know how to do one thing well/ He thought to himself as he turned away, knowing full well the messenger would relay the message. Teepo sat heavily onto an over plush seat. The seat itself was much to large for Teepo, and was most likely made that way to accommodate the wingspan of the Wyndian noble family, this had been the kings chambers after all.
Teepo's Violet hair ran down to his shoulders, hair he had refused to cut, in respect to his ancestors that had done the same. /A dragon does not cut his hair, unless he is defeated at battle. And I will never cut my hair/ He thought to himself as he placed the goblet down and began counting the braids in his hair. A braid for each man he had slain /There are not nearly enough, and never will be enough until I have a braid that stands upon my head, a symbol of Ryu's death/ He scowled, the grimace seemed to make his eyes rage and burn with an unseen passion, well unseen to most.
"Thinking of your brother again I suppose?" A voice rang out, looking at the balcony he could see the world shimmer as a woman reappeared where she had stood just moments before the messenger and barged in. /I will have to learn how to do that/ Teepo thought to himself.
"Half Brother you wretch," Teepo said as he gazed at the figure who once again stood before him. She was Teepo's height, something Teepo had not grown accustomed to; his growth spurt had come later then most, but came with a fury. Where he wore black she wore white, where his hair was to his shoulders and violet, hers was down her back and platinum. Where he scowled, she simply smiled. "Explain to me once more why I need Nina?" He said, trying hard to relax on the chair, but it was much to soft.
"She is the heir to Wyndia, You need Wyndia if you want to conquer the old lands of the Dragons." She said, her white robe seemed to shimmer on her. Teepo smiled.
"That robe is much to white for you to wear whore, Maybe a different color will suit you." As he said this Teepo threw his goblet across the room. Midway to his target his goblet corrected its flight and landed deftly into her hands, the wine that would have spilled landed into the goblet itself.
"Thank you my son, But I don't believe my robe needs a new color as I'm quite fond of white. And you know what I did I did out of love." She said, the last portion sounding more of a plea then an explanation.
"Love for whom? Me?" Teepo asked, "My father? Or Love for your own self righteous self." Teepo said, anger brimming. The conversations between mother and son always broke down to this, a lack of communication, mindless accusations thrown around. "Leave my presence Niobe, I cannot bear to look at you." He called her Niobe on purpose, knowing that whenever he purposely did not call her mother it caused her pain, and pain was what he liked to see etched on her face. But this time she did not scowl, nor look hurt in any way.
"As you say M'Lord," She said turning away from Teepo.
"Niobe," Teepo called out before she could leave. "I will find my HALF-brother, I will place his head on a spike, and I will make you show your love for him by kissing his dead and rotting corpse. Then you shall lay beside's him." He said. He could see pity not anger on her face.
"My son, How I pity you. For when the time comes those with malice in their hearts will burn by Kaisers fire." She said, closing her eyes once more to commit herself to the warp spell.
"How can Kaisers fire burn me when I am Kaiser Mother?" Teepo asked, "I will become the all-powerful one." Teepo said.
"You do not become the power Teepo, The power will become you." She said as she disappeared. This little fact always angered Teepo. /She always got the last word, in every conversation, in everything they do. Well she may receive the last word, but I, not Niobe, and definetly not my bastard brother Ryu, will get the last laugh./
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A/N(FAQ...FFAQ (future FAQ):
Teepo and Ryu are half brothers?
yes.
Why did I screw up Teepo's personality so much?
It was necessary for later portions of this story to have its level of....yummyness. Or so I like to call it. Sorry if there are some die-hard Teepo Fans out there.
Niobe is the name of Ryu's mother? Why is that?
Well its been awhile since I've played BoF2 so I didnt know her name, so I was searching for a name I could use for her when It hit me. while reading Hamlet there was a reference to Niobe (It was some sort of saying) and Niobe refers to a woman who had lost all her children and was grieving. I found that to be a fitting name.
When will the next chapter be up?
Well I'm aiming for the end of the week this week, matters how much time I have, Look for it on wednesday, and if not then, definetly on saturday.
No its not...But I do own the character Norvald Wingly. I think...I mean My brain created him didnt it? DIDNT IT!!!!!
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Knowledge is Power, and yet the Powerful know no Knowledge
Master Teacher Norvald Wingly,
933-???
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The Caves were magnificent, They glowed with a power that made Momo feel like a school girl. So much Chrysm. Momo was a researcher for The Yggdrasil Institute, a research institute and school all in one. Momo scoured the earth searching for remnants of Dragons, a mythical creature born of Chrysm. Or so she had read. The Dragons as a race were eliminated years upon years ago, many different sources said many different things. The church of Urka stated that they were an all-powerful menace that needed to be removed. But Momo always wondered, if these people were so powerful, how did the Urkans win? And in only a one week long campaign.
"So have you found anything of interest?" Momo heard Ursula say. Ursula was Momo's personal bodyguard, not like Momo needed one, but with the recent military upheavals in Wyndia it seemed a neccessity. However Ursula was with the Black Death, or the Dark Dragons, which is what they were called internally. Yggdrasil was an institute that got a large amount of money from Wyndia, a sum that had been less and less in recent years as research spendings got cut in the budget; but these Black Death people not only have given more fundings then Wyndia ever has, they've taken a great intrest in the research Momo has done, giving her more power then she was accustomed to as a lower level researcher. /Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they call themselves Dark Dragons??/
But Momo didnt worry about that, she wasnt into the politics or anything. As long as she had her funding, she cared not about what incompetant fool who sat on the throne. Ursula was but another incompetent fool who acted as if she knew but didnt. In fact a few months ago the purple-haired one who led the /Dark Dragons/ started asking her about her research. Momo, of course couldnt explain it to him, the man wouldnt have understood the most basic of her research, but she sold it well. Her father had taught her how to sell research /Promise power, money will follow,/ She told the purple-haired one in the simplest terms that she believed that the chrysm found were in some way related to the Dragons of old. Once she said Dragon she had him hooked, /Everything is revolving around Dragons now, maybe its more then coincedence.../
"I said, is there anything of interest in here?" Momo vaguely heard Ursula say. Momo sighed.
"This is the largest field of Chrsym ever found, I'm sure there is something of interest somewhere in these ruins." Momo replyed, turning back to her study of one of the larger shards she found. The shard was large, about as tall as Momo and twice as wide. The chrysm was strangely warm to the touch /what the.../
"Whats the problem?" Momo heard Ursula say, Ursula probably read the confusion on Momo's face and was of course curious of her find.
"Nothing is the problem Ursula, now go back to your job OK?" Momo said as she pulled out a small object from the folds in her robe. The object was a simple analyzing device and running it across the chysm would give her the chemical make-up which would thus tell her the approximate age of the Chrysm.
"What are you doing?" Ursula once again asked, in a tone that brokered no arguments, she didnt want to be left out of the loop.
/She's reporting everything I do back to someone,/
"I'm simply trying to find out how old and how pure the chrysm is." She said as she turned the analyzer on and passed it over the chrysm. What occured next would defy everything she had learned, the chrysm piece jumped. The Large shard moved and twisted away from the device as if protecting itself from it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Ursula curse and grunt but Momo was not worried about her. /It is alive.../
Maybe Momo should have worried why the person sworn to protect her had grunted, maybe somewhere in the back of her mind she had worried, but Momo didnt have time to rethink as she slid into endless darkness.
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Momo awoke to a bright light shining in her face, /Is this heaven?/ She asked herself silently.
"Who are you, How did you get here, How many know?" A voice said.
"Uhhh...Wha-" She began to ask but a pain shot up her arm as someone hit her on her arm.
"Do not lie, your friend is being interrogated in the other room, Who are you, How did you get here, How many know?" The voice repeated.
/I seriously doubt Ursula would tell anything, so maybe I should be tough.../bThe thought quickly left her as another pain shot up her arm, this one worse then before.
"MOMO!" she said much louder then she expected to say.
"Good, Momo, now How did you get here and How many know?"
Momo hesitated in her reply, this time a numb feeling shot up her arm, /Amazing, after awhile there is a perceptual adaptation to the sense of pain.../ "HONEY!" She said, once again louder then expected.
"What is this Honey?" The voice asked, so Momo explained the history of Honey. Momo's first find, the first thing she had ever fixed, her first friend. Now her most trusted companion, Momo had learned long ago that Honey had an affinity towards high energy sources, a love for them if you would give the little robot human tendencies, and Chrysm was an extremely high energy source. "And me and my partner are the only ones who know, now that I've told you, who are you? and why did the Chrysm move?" Momo asked, defiant, ready to get answers to her questions. All she recieved was jubilant laughter.
"Ah, how the attacked becomes the attacker," the voice said. She could see a vague outline of a man standing up and walking towards her, his image superimposed onto the light, in her pain filled state she swore she could see wings, /He is an angel, an angel of death come to take me away./ Momo stared into the light standing defiant, her mind continuously working at the possiblities, /He's probably just a Wyndian who had escaped the Dark Dragons./
Momo never felt the hand on her shoulder nor did she feel the sting of the needle. All she felt was tired.
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"WAKE UP!" Momo heard, as she felt a sharp pain in her side. /Today just isnt my day/ She thought as she looked up. There standing before her was Ursula in all her glory.
"Is this how you always protect the people you are sworn to protect?" Momo said, realizing quickly that that may not have been the most logical course of action.
She got no response and decided it was time to look around, they were in a small cell with no light coming out of it, "So Commado whats the plan?" Momo asked as she saw Ursula standing at the lone door.
"There is no plan," Ursula said, "They told me to call them when you woke up and you're awake, So I call them, then I make a plan." She said as she continued standing at the door. Suddenly the door swung open and in walked in four men with spears. Tying Ursula's arms behind her back they walked over to Momo and picked her up, dragging her out the door.
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"My Lord, We have found and captured the Royal Family of Wyndia. The only members that are left are the two daughters, Mina and Nina." The messenger said, awaiting patiently his masters commands.
"I want information of the supposed whereabouts of Nina and Mina," The man said, pouring himself a goblet of red wine. As the messenger bowed to take his leave the man stopped him. "Wait, I also want them dead by the rise of the sun." He added, taking a sip of the red wine. It was thick running down his throat with a hint of spice /Wyndian's at least know how to do one thing well/ He thought to himself as he turned away, knowing full well the messenger would relay the message. Teepo sat heavily onto an over plush seat. The seat itself was much to large for Teepo, and was most likely made that way to accommodate the wingspan of the Wyndian noble family, this had been the kings chambers after all.
Teepo's Violet hair ran down to his shoulders, hair he had refused to cut, in respect to his ancestors that had done the same. /A dragon does not cut his hair, unless he is defeated at battle. And I will never cut my hair/ He thought to himself as he placed the goblet down and began counting the braids in his hair. A braid for each man he had slain /There are not nearly enough, and never will be enough until I have a braid that stands upon my head, a symbol of Ryu's death/ He scowled, the grimace seemed to make his eyes rage and burn with an unseen passion, well unseen to most.
"Thinking of your brother again I suppose?" A voice rang out, looking at the balcony he could see the world shimmer as a woman reappeared where she had stood just moments before the messenger and barged in. /I will have to learn how to do that/ Teepo thought to himself.
"Half Brother you wretch," Teepo said as he gazed at the figure who once again stood before him. She was Teepo's height, something Teepo had not grown accustomed to; his growth spurt had come later then most, but came with a fury. Where he wore black she wore white, where his hair was to his shoulders and violet, hers was down her back and platinum. Where he scowled, she simply smiled. "Explain to me once more why I need Nina?" He said, trying hard to relax on the chair, but it was much to soft.
"She is the heir to Wyndia, You need Wyndia if you want to conquer the old lands of the Dragons." She said, her white robe seemed to shimmer on her. Teepo smiled.
"That robe is much to white for you to wear whore, Maybe a different color will suit you." As he said this Teepo threw his goblet across the room. Midway to his target his goblet corrected its flight and landed deftly into her hands, the wine that would have spilled landed into the goblet itself.
"Thank you my son, But I don't believe my robe needs a new color as I'm quite fond of white. And you know what I did I did out of love." She said, the last portion sounding more of a plea then an explanation.
"Love for whom? Me?" Teepo asked, "My father? Or Love for your own self righteous self." Teepo said, anger brimming. The conversations between mother and son always broke down to this, a lack of communication, mindless accusations thrown around. "Leave my presence Niobe, I cannot bear to look at you." He called her Niobe on purpose, knowing that whenever he purposely did not call her mother it caused her pain, and pain was what he liked to see etched on her face. But this time she did not scowl, nor look hurt in any way.
"As you say M'Lord," She said turning away from Teepo.
"Niobe," Teepo called out before she could leave. "I will find my HALF-brother, I will place his head on a spike, and I will make you show your love for him by kissing his dead and rotting corpse. Then you shall lay beside's him." He said. He could see pity not anger on her face.
"My son, How I pity you. For when the time comes those with malice in their hearts will burn by Kaisers fire." She said, closing her eyes once more to commit herself to the warp spell.
"How can Kaisers fire burn me when I am Kaiser Mother?" Teepo asked, "I will become the all-powerful one." Teepo said.
"You do not become the power Teepo, The power will become you." She said as she disappeared. This little fact always angered Teepo. /She always got the last word, in every conversation, in everything they do. Well she may receive the last word, but I, not Niobe, and definetly not my bastard brother Ryu, will get the last laugh./
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A/N(FAQ...FFAQ (future FAQ):
Teepo and Ryu are half brothers?
yes.
Why did I screw up Teepo's personality so much?
It was necessary for later portions of this story to have its level of....yummyness. Or so I like to call it. Sorry if there are some die-hard Teepo Fans out there.
Niobe is the name of Ryu's mother? Why is that?
Well its been awhile since I've played BoF2 so I didnt know her name, so I was searching for a name I could use for her when It hit me. while reading Hamlet there was a reference to Niobe (It was some sort of saying) and Niobe refers to a woman who had lost all her children and was grieving. I found that to be a fitting name.
When will the next chapter be up?
Well I'm aiming for the end of the week this week, matters how much time I have, Look for it on wednesday, and if not then, definetly on saturday.