Post by Nasuella on Sept 17, 2009 7:01:35 GMT -5
To celebrate my return to the NTWF, I've decided to tackle the task of writing - and completing - a story of decent length. Set in my vision of the NTWF, of course.
So what's the purpose of this story? It's fourfold:
1. To give my old Kwoiffei persona a proper sendoff - I can't just retcon her out of existence;
2. To introduce my new persona, Nasuella;
3. To resolve the fate of Drakhe, a GW2 plot thread left hanging;
4. To push my limits and challenge myself as a writer. Because if I don't, I'll just stagnate.
If anyone wants to be in this as a character, just ask. Part of challenging myself will be keeping everyone in character, after all.
(EDIT: Added a rating to the title. Why the rating? It's a just in case thing, but even though there's not a lot of detail, the story can get kinda violent. Heck, someone gets impaled in the prologue!)
Story Index
Prologue (This post)
Chapter One
NASUELLA KWOIFFEI: Second Stringer
Prologue
Between dimensions, in the fortress of M-T-L'n
What was once a throne room had become the site of a massacre. The mutilated bodies of otherworldly beings had been thrown about the room, covering the floors and marring the their gold shine with shifting, changing colours. Other bodies, likewise torn apart, littered the fortress. They had once been an army of unnatural beings, bent on the destruction of worlds they had deemed unworthy.
The two who had destroyed this force were engaged in another battle - with each other. Explosions shook the walls as a pair of humanoids charged, their fists colliding in mid-air.
"You know, we're not getting anywhere by fighting," one said. A large pair of wings formed into spikes, aimed at her opponent.
"I know! That doesn't change anything!" Her opponent's face could not be seen, as they were inside a humanoid warmachine. It was clear that they were angry, though. "I don't want to do it!"
The machine drew its fist back before grabbing a nearby corpse and flinging it at the winged one. She effortlessly tore the makeshift projectile apart. Through the debris, an enormous arm with a clawed hand reached for her opponent. A blast of pain accompanied by the sound of a gunshot stopped this.
"You--!" Withdrawing her arm, the chimera lunged, rapidly shifting into a clawed, horned beast. "You don't know--" A tufted tail became a spiked whip. Large ears shrank and became small holes in her head. Pale grey fur became white armour.
"--what you've just done!"
"Shut up!" The machine dropped its revolver, leaping to meet Kwoiffei's charge. "Just - SHUT - UP!"
KRA-KOOM!
The fortress shook from the force of the blast. Then it began to shake again. A vortex appeared above, and another appeared below. Faster than it could be stopped, the mighty building was torn apart, objects falling or rising - or likewise being ripped asunder. The combatants were hovering, slowly moving towards the higher vortex.
"Why did I even bother to call you my successor?!" Kwoiffei snarled, even though she impaled on the blade of a scythe. Meeting her glare was the emotionless face of the Styx, the weapon of her heir - a no-name from a backwater world, and a youth who dared to think that they knew how to fight these destroyers of the unworthy.
In doing so, they had ensured the fate of all worlds: destruction.
"You're insane," hissed the other's voice. The Styx was motionless. Its arms grasped its scythe, unable to stop the massive claws on the chimera's feet from digging through its armour - into the source of the machine's power.
Neither of them moved.
"I'll kill you, Nasuella."
Kwoiffei's foot was dislodged. She began to struggle, removing the scythe from her wound.
"Kwoiffei... you'll have to find me first."
The Styx pulled its scythe out, kicking the chimera away. She spread her wings, flying into the higher vortex.
Seeing this, Nasuella turned her machine to face the lower one. Kicking off of other objects at an impossible speed, with impossible precision, she managed to escape the pull of one vortex, and leap into the force of the other. She didn't know where this would lead her, or whether this would be a suicidal move.
All she knew was that anywhere would be safer than with her so-called mentor.
So what's the purpose of this story? It's fourfold:
1. To give my old Kwoiffei persona a proper sendoff - I can't just retcon her out of existence;
2. To introduce my new persona, Nasuella;
3. To resolve the fate of Drakhe, a GW2 plot thread left hanging;
4. To push my limits and challenge myself as a writer. Because if I don't, I'll just stagnate.
If anyone wants to be in this as a character, just ask. Part of challenging myself will be keeping everyone in character, after all.
(EDIT: Added a rating to the title. Why the rating? It's a just in case thing, but even though there's not a lot of detail, the story can get kinda violent. Heck, someone gets impaled in the prologue!)
Story Index
Prologue (This post)
Chapter One
NASUELLA KWOIFFEI: Second Stringer
Prologue
Between dimensions, in the fortress of M-T-L'n
What was once a throne room had become the site of a massacre. The mutilated bodies of otherworldly beings had been thrown about the room, covering the floors and marring the their gold shine with shifting, changing colours. Other bodies, likewise torn apart, littered the fortress. They had once been an army of unnatural beings, bent on the destruction of worlds they had deemed unworthy.
The two who had destroyed this force were engaged in another battle - with each other. Explosions shook the walls as a pair of humanoids charged, their fists colliding in mid-air.
"You know, we're not getting anywhere by fighting," one said. A large pair of wings formed into spikes, aimed at her opponent.
"I know! That doesn't change anything!" Her opponent's face could not be seen, as they were inside a humanoid warmachine. It was clear that they were angry, though. "I don't want to do it!"
The machine drew its fist back before grabbing a nearby corpse and flinging it at the winged one. She effortlessly tore the makeshift projectile apart. Through the debris, an enormous arm with a clawed hand reached for her opponent. A blast of pain accompanied by the sound of a gunshot stopped this.
"You--!" Withdrawing her arm, the chimera lunged, rapidly shifting into a clawed, horned beast. "You don't know--" A tufted tail became a spiked whip. Large ears shrank and became small holes in her head. Pale grey fur became white armour.
"--what you've just done!"
"Shut up!" The machine dropped its revolver, leaping to meet Kwoiffei's charge. "Just - SHUT - UP!"
KRA-KOOM!
The fortress shook from the force of the blast. Then it began to shake again. A vortex appeared above, and another appeared below. Faster than it could be stopped, the mighty building was torn apart, objects falling or rising - or likewise being ripped asunder. The combatants were hovering, slowly moving towards the higher vortex.
"Why did I even bother to call you my successor?!" Kwoiffei snarled, even though she impaled on the blade of a scythe. Meeting her glare was the emotionless face of the Styx, the weapon of her heir - a no-name from a backwater world, and a youth who dared to think that they knew how to fight these destroyers of the unworthy.
In doing so, they had ensured the fate of all worlds: destruction.
"You're insane," hissed the other's voice. The Styx was motionless. Its arms grasped its scythe, unable to stop the massive claws on the chimera's feet from digging through its armour - into the source of the machine's power.
Neither of them moved.
"I'll kill you, Nasuella."
Kwoiffei's foot was dislodged. She began to struggle, removing the scythe from her wound.
"Kwoiffei... you'll have to find me first."
The Styx pulled its scythe out, kicking the chimera away. She spread her wings, flying into the higher vortex.
Seeing this, Nasuella turned her machine to face the lower one. Kicking off of other objects at an impossible speed, with impossible precision, she managed to escape the pull of one vortex, and leap into the force of the other. She didn't know where this would lead her, or whether this would be a suicidal move.
All she knew was that anywhere would be safer than with her so-called mentor.
