NIFL. The Kingdom of Ice. It was a cold, northern land known for its icy mountains and deep pine forests. Despite it being a harsh place, the people there were known to be surprisingly kind and caring. It was a land named after their patron, the Divine Ice Dragon which shared the name of the land. MUSPELL. The Flame Kingdom. A land of fire and brimstone, known for its volcanic mountains, scorching deserts, and intense heat. Like Nifl, this land also shares its name with its patron. The Divine Flame Dragon, Muspell. The lands of Muspell and Nifl were no strangers to war. Their conflict stretched back even to the time the Divine Dragons walked the lands. No amount of meddling or interference from the Nexus could change that.
SURTR, King of Muspell, led an invasion of Nifl. Empowered by the will of the Divine Flame Dragon, Surtr laid to waste all in path. No matter the defense the royal family of Nifl attempted, the forces of Muspell were just too powerful. Surtr slaughtered the King and Queen of Nifl, scattering the royal family.
It was at this point the Nexus intervened.
The forces of Nifl and Muspell suddenly found themselves in a new world. The landscape, while new, was not too different from what they were accustomed to. In the chaos of the change, Princess Fjorm and Princess Gunnthrá made their escape. Prince Hrid and Princess Yglr were not as fortunate, and were captured by Muspell forces. Surtr took to this new land in stride, burning and enslaving all in his path.
Princess Gunnthrá departed for the mountains, seeking a way to commune with the Divine Ice Dragon, or whatever force had brought them all to this strange new world. Meanwhile, Princess Fjorm moved to strike down Surtr…
Part of Laevatein was impressed at these new warriors Surtr had chosen. The throne room of Fortress of Cinders was the hottest place in the volcanic castle. Part of it was from the lava that poured down parts of the wall. Another part was from the jets of flame that constantly burned behind the throne. But everyone knew the true source of the nearly unbearable heat. The pink haired general merely glanced at the imposing figure that sat on the throne.
The heat came off King Surtr in waves, constantly pulsing. A massive figure, over seven feet tall and adorned in heavy gold and black armor. His eyes, red and piercing, stared down the scout that was giving their report to the war council. They were a Contracted Hero, a younger girl by the name of Morgan. A mage, pressed into service from the World of Awakening. If Laevatein could remember correctly, she was the daughter of the legendary tactician Robin. Like all Contracted Heroes, the familiar red halo floated lazily around her head.
“... As such, we have encountered remnants of the Nifl forces. They are scattered and unorganized…”
Laevatein turned her attention to the others sitting at the council table. In the old days, it was just her and Laegjarn. That was, until that woman appeared. Loki. Laevatein wouldn’t be surprised if this whole strange new world was this woman’s doing, she didn’t trust Loki in the slightest. There was something off about her. The way she had simply appeared one day, offering her services as a tactician. Laevatein had expected King Surtr to destroy this woman on the spot. And yet, somehow, Loki had managed to talk her way into Surtr’s service. She had been quite useful. Her tactics, trickery, and magic had done well deceiving the Nifl forces and making their invasion that much easier. And yet… There was that strange smile she always wore. Like she was up to something.
But Loki was much more preferable compared to her ‘pet’. Being transported to this new world, others had offered their services to Surtr. One of which, the strange creature known as Fakemon. Laevatein glanced at the digital creature. An unsettling creature that Laevatein didn’t like in the slightest. From its strange mask, to its strange voice, to the way it easily and smoothly could take the form of anything and anyone. Laevatein watched Loki and Fakemon. The pair were currently messing with a creature they had captured. On a patrol, they had come across some sort of creature made entirely of water. They had captured the creature in a bottle, and seemed to take much joy with finding various ways to torment it.
“... Other strange forces have been sighted as well. Men in white armor with energy guns, who all have the same face. Humanoid, alien creatures as massive as bears, armed with…”
The next warrior was also one that was clearly not human. Unlike Fakemon, it wasn’t even humanoid. A small, circular creature with bat-like wings and a gray metal mask. A creature that called itself Dark Metal Knight. This creature was at least a skilled warrior with a sword. Laevatein had seen it in battle. It moved with incredible speeds, and had a strange connection to mirrors. It was a cold, calculating fighter, and appeared to take no notice of the great heat of the throne room.
“... No sign of Princess Gunnthrá or Princess Fjorm. The Nifl remnants are also unaware of the current location of…”
Laevatein glanced at the next new warrior. He was the one that was the most ‘normal-looking’ in Laevatein’s mind, but that was saying something. A pale human, one with dark hair and scar on his cheek. Nikolai, as he called himself. Laevatein found his attitude and drinking unpleasant, but she had witnessed the man’s power. His strength and toughness was remarkable, perhaps even rivaling her own. He was staying cool here in the throne room.
“... I shall continue expanding my search to the south, and will report once more the moment I locate Burnt-Bone Gorge or a suitable location for a shrine to Muspell. So reports General Laegjarn.” Morgan concluded. Surtr sat, unmoved. Even after all these year, Laevatein had no clue what her father was thinking.
Just beyond the throne room doors, there was the sound of combat! The clashing of metal and screams of pain. Laevatein leapt to her feet, drawing her blade. At the same time, Dark Meta Knight was already in motion. Morgan dove out of the way as the doors to the throne room slammed open. For the first time, Laevatein felt a cold breeze blow through the throne room. The source was a young woman with short blonde hair, dressed in blue and gold armor. Laevatein recognized her instantly. It was a member of the royal family of Nifl, Princess Fjorm.
“SURTR!” Fjorm cried out, pointing her steel lance at the King. Princess Fjorm walked towards Surtr.
“You will pay! For the death of my mother, for the death of my father, for the sake of all my subjects you and your countrymen slaughtered, I will avenge them!”
Laevatein and Dark Meta Knight moved to intercept Princess Fjorm, but a single wave from Surtr stopped them in their tracks. A grin spread across his face, and he slowly stood up.
“What is this? The burning flame of revenge, in a small piece of ice from Nifl?” Surtr said in a deep voice. The King drew his weapon, one Laevatein knew well. A massive gold and red scythe, one with sinister barbs in the blade and a glowing red crystal embedded within. A gift from the Divine Flame Dragon itself. The everburning reaper, Sinmara. Jets of dark red flames flared to life on the underside of the blade.
Surtr let out a deep chuckle.
“It is good you are here. Come, wench. Come, and show me the extent of that flame of revenge. Entertain me!” Surtr said. With a cry of rage, Fjorm charged towards Surtr. Laevatein quickly moved back. Loki was finally one to move as well, uttering an incantation. Her and Fakemon abruptly vanished, teleporting to the opposite side of the room. Dark red flames erupted from the ground, covering the entirety of the throne room. Even Surtr’s warriors and generals were not spared. Laevatein could feel the flames licking her legs, but there was no pain. The magic flames of Sinmara would not harm her, or the other warriors of Muspell. That was, as long as Surtr willed it to be so. Princess Fjorm was not as fortunate.
The fight was a short one.
Princess Fjorm was already tired from her earlier battles. Laevatein watched as Surtr battered the Princess around, as easily as if she was a mere child. Fjorm’s Ice Mirror was no match for the relentless flames of Sinmara, and Surtr moved with deceptive speed. As they fought, Laevatein watched the familiar golden flames coating Surtr. In a decisive move, the fight was ended. Fjorm was barely able to raise her lance to block a powerful strike from Surtr. Her lance snapped from the blow, and Fjorm was sent flying into pillar. She cracked the stone she slammed against. Fjorm slumped to the ground. She could barely move, trying weakly to push herself back up. Surtr’s smile faded to a scowl, and the flames of Sinmara extinguished themselves.
“Hahh… I will… I will… avenge you… mother…” Fjorm gasped, weakly reaching for her lance. Surtr stared down at the Princess with contempt.
“How weak you are. Your strength is already fading. You can't even fight back. To think you pointed your weapon at me- a king! Did you think you would survive? Did you? You'll suffer for that impertinence.” Surtr growled. He extended a hand towards Fjorm, and jets of flame suddenly burst from the ground below the Princess! Fjorm screamed in pain, and Surtr grinned. He reached into the flames and grabbed Fjorm by the throat, pulling her out of it. He looked her over carefully.
“Feel that pain, child of ice. Feel it... and tell me what you desire most. Should I scar your face with flame? Or should I burn your fingers to ash, one by one... As I did to your mother? What would you have me do, hmm?” Surtr asked, choking the Princess. Fjorm gasped for breath, pulling desperately at the massive hand at her throat.
“Surtr!” Fjorm cried out. The King laughed, turning towards his warriors. He held up Princess Fjorm for all of them to see.
“That! That is the fate of the weak- To be trampled. So it goes…” He turned Fjorm to face him once more, leering at the Princess as she struggled in his grasp. “Strike at me! Show me your last, lingering flame- before it flickers out!”
Fjorm’s struggles grew weaker and weaker.
“Surtr! I swear... that I... You will never…” Fjorm’s voice grew quiet, and her struggles stopped. The Princess went limp in Surtr’s hand, and the king scowled.
“Is that all? She's already lost consciousness. What a joke! Not even fit for a toy…” Surtr carelessly threw the Princess aside, and her unconscious body thudded onto the very table the warriors were once sitting around. From her position by the door, Loki strode forward.
“What next, my king?” Loki asked.
“We march. My flames will soon reach every corner of this new land. And when we have taken that Nexus… Every land.” Surtr said. The King strode out of the throne room. Loki stared after the king, chuckling.
“You don't waste any time, do you?” She asked, half to herself. As the other warriors began to filter out of the room, Loki turned her attention to the fallen princess.
“As for this one... You're just going to cast her aside here?” Loki strode over to Fjorm, gently brushing the hair from the Princess’ face. “Well, well, well... I'll give you plenty of attention, sweetie... Hee-hee!”
In an instant, Fakemon was right next to Loki.
"Oh! A prisoner for me?? YAY! I was already thinking of plenty of new games to play! Tell me, which sounds better: Hangman while being hung, hide and go seek but the room is being filled with lemons or-"
“Now now, Fakemon.” Loki purred, cutting off the digimon. “Remember dear. Sharing is important…
Atop a mountain, a pink haired woman stood within a frozen fortress. She looked over the sprawling mountain range around her, her gaze eventually falling on the distant plumes of smoke to the south. She clasped her hands together, bowing her head in reverence.
Nifl, god of ice.
Nexus, strange power of this strange world.
I beseech thee.
A great evil has taken these lands.
One we cannot hope to stand against on our own.
The Flames grow ever stronger with each soul they consume.
I beseech thee.
As you called the darkness from their distant worlds.
So too call the light.
Rise!
Rise, heroes from another world!
Let not this, and all worlds, fall to the undying flames!
Come forth, heroes!
Save us
As the woman completed her prayer, a blue comet streaked across the sky. It broke apart mid-air, smaller chunks scattering across the lands...
Streak of icy-blue light shot down from the sky. It pierced the dark overcast clouds, unaffected by the icy wind and falling snow. In the middle of the snowy plains, the beam of light struck the earth. It quickly faded away, but as it did, something was left behind. Some… ones… were left behind.
As the six individuals came to their senses, they were able to get a better look at their surroundings. They found themselves on a large platform of icy-blue crystal about 50 feet wide, and a foot from the ground. It was in the shape of a hexagon, and there was a symbol of a snowflake carved into the platform. Despite the snow falling, there was no snow on the platform. To the north of the platform, a stone pillar stood. It was around 12 feet high, and depicted what appeared to be some sort of tree. The pillar itself was cracked and broken, with chunks of it broken off.
To the south, the more perceptive members of the group would be able to make out plumes of smoke rising over the distant hills. To the north, a small fort could be seen on a distant hill. Beyond it, a range of mountains could be seen. A cold gust of wind blew across the plains…
So starts...
SURTR, King of Muspell, led an invasion of Nifl. Empowered by the will of the Divine Flame Dragon, Surtr laid to waste all in path. No matter the defense the royal family of Nifl attempted, the forces of Muspell were just too powerful. Surtr slaughtered the King and Queen of Nifl, scattering the royal family.
It was at this point the Nexus intervened.
The forces of Nifl and Muspell suddenly found themselves in a new world. The landscape, while new, was not too different from what they were accustomed to. In the chaos of the change, Princess Fjorm and Princess Gunnthrá made their escape. Prince Hrid and Princess Yglr were not as fortunate, and were captured by Muspell forces. Surtr took to this new land in stride, burning and enslaving all in his path.
Princess Gunnthrá departed for the mountains, seeking a way to commune with the Divine Ice Dragon, or whatever force had brought them all to this strange new world. Meanwhile, Princess Fjorm moved to strike down Surtr…
Part of Laevatein was impressed at these new warriors Surtr had chosen. The throne room of Fortress of Cinders was the hottest place in the volcanic castle. Part of it was from the lava that poured down parts of the wall. Another part was from the jets of flame that constantly burned behind the throne. But everyone knew the true source of the nearly unbearable heat. The pink haired general merely glanced at the imposing figure that sat on the throne.
The heat came off King Surtr in waves, constantly pulsing. A massive figure, over seven feet tall and adorned in heavy gold and black armor. His eyes, red and piercing, stared down the scout that was giving their report to the war council. They were a Contracted Hero, a younger girl by the name of Morgan. A mage, pressed into service from the World of Awakening. If Laevatein could remember correctly, she was the daughter of the legendary tactician Robin. Like all Contracted Heroes, the familiar red halo floated lazily around her head.
“... As such, we have encountered remnants of the Nifl forces. They are scattered and unorganized…”
Laevatein turned her attention to the others sitting at the council table. In the old days, it was just her and Laegjarn. That was, until that woman appeared. Loki. Laevatein wouldn’t be surprised if this whole strange new world was this woman’s doing, she didn’t trust Loki in the slightest. There was something off about her. The way she had simply appeared one day, offering her services as a tactician. Laevatein had expected King Surtr to destroy this woman on the spot. And yet, somehow, Loki had managed to talk her way into Surtr’s service. She had been quite useful. Her tactics, trickery, and magic had done well deceiving the Nifl forces and making their invasion that much easier. And yet… There was that strange smile she always wore. Like she was up to something.
But Loki was much more preferable compared to her ‘pet’. Being transported to this new world, others had offered their services to Surtr. One of which, the strange creature known as Fakemon. Laevatein glanced at the digital creature. An unsettling creature that Laevatein didn’t like in the slightest. From its strange mask, to its strange voice, to the way it easily and smoothly could take the form of anything and anyone. Laevatein watched Loki and Fakemon. The pair were currently messing with a creature they had captured. On a patrol, they had come across some sort of creature made entirely of water. They had captured the creature in a bottle, and seemed to take much joy with finding various ways to torment it.
“... Other strange forces have been sighted as well. Men in white armor with energy guns, who all have the same face. Humanoid, alien creatures as massive as bears, armed with…”
The next warrior was also one that was clearly not human. Unlike Fakemon, it wasn’t even humanoid. A small, circular creature with bat-like wings and a gray metal mask. A creature that called itself Dark Metal Knight. This creature was at least a skilled warrior with a sword. Laevatein had seen it in battle. It moved with incredible speeds, and had a strange connection to mirrors. It was a cold, calculating fighter, and appeared to take no notice of the great heat of the throne room.
“... No sign of Princess Gunnthrá or Princess Fjorm. The Nifl remnants are also unaware of the current location of…”
Laevatein glanced at the next new warrior. He was the one that was the most ‘normal-looking’ in Laevatein’s mind, but that was saying something. A pale human, one with dark hair and scar on his cheek. Nikolai, as he called himself. Laevatein found his attitude and drinking unpleasant, but she had witnessed the man’s power. His strength and toughness was remarkable, perhaps even rivaling her own. He was staying cool here in the throne room.
“... I shall continue expanding my search to the south, and will report once more the moment I locate Burnt-Bone Gorge or a suitable location for a shrine to Muspell. So reports General Laegjarn.” Morgan concluded. Surtr sat, unmoved. Even after all these year, Laevatein had no clue what her father was thinking.
Just beyond the throne room doors, there was the sound of combat! The clashing of metal and screams of pain. Laevatein leapt to her feet, drawing her blade. At the same time, Dark Meta Knight was already in motion. Morgan dove out of the way as the doors to the throne room slammed open. For the first time, Laevatein felt a cold breeze blow through the throne room. The source was a young woman with short blonde hair, dressed in blue and gold armor. Laevatein recognized her instantly. It was a member of the royal family of Nifl, Princess Fjorm.
“SURTR!” Fjorm cried out, pointing her steel lance at the King. Princess Fjorm walked towards Surtr.
“You will pay! For the death of my mother, for the death of my father, for the sake of all my subjects you and your countrymen slaughtered, I will avenge them!”
Laevatein and Dark Meta Knight moved to intercept Princess Fjorm, but a single wave from Surtr stopped them in their tracks. A grin spread across his face, and he slowly stood up.
“What is this? The burning flame of revenge, in a small piece of ice from Nifl?” Surtr said in a deep voice. The King drew his weapon, one Laevatein knew well. A massive gold and red scythe, one with sinister barbs in the blade and a glowing red crystal embedded within. A gift from the Divine Flame Dragon itself. The everburning reaper, Sinmara. Jets of dark red flames flared to life on the underside of the blade.
Surtr let out a deep chuckle.
“It is good you are here. Come, wench. Come, and show me the extent of that flame of revenge. Entertain me!” Surtr said. With a cry of rage, Fjorm charged towards Surtr. Laevatein quickly moved back. Loki was finally one to move as well, uttering an incantation. Her and Fakemon abruptly vanished, teleporting to the opposite side of the room. Dark red flames erupted from the ground, covering the entirety of the throne room. Even Surtr’s warriors and generals were not spared. Laevatein could feel the flames licking her legs, but there was no pain. The magic flames of Sinmara would not harm her, or the other warriors of Muspell. That was, as long as Surtr willed it to be so. Princess Fjorm was not as fortunate.
The fight was a short one.
Princess Fjorm was already tired from her earlier battles. Laevatein watched as Surtr battered the Princess around, as easily as if she was a mere child. Fjorm’s Ice Mirror was no match for the relentless flames of Sinmara, and Surtr moved with deceptive speed. As they fought, Laevatein watched the familiar golden flames coating Surtr. In a decisive move, the fight was ended. Fjorm was barely able to raise her lance to block a powerful strike from Surtr. Her lance snapped from the blow, and Fjorm was sent flying into pillar. She cracked the stone she slammed against. Fjorm slumped to the ground. She could barely move, trying weakly to push herself back up. Surtr’s smile faded to a scowl, and the flames of Sinmara extinguished themselves.
“Hahh… I will… I will… avenge you… mother…” Fjorm gasped, weakly reaching for her lance. Surtr stared down at the Princess with contempt.
“How weak you are. Your strength is already fading. You can't even fight back. To think you pointed your weapon at me- a king! Did you think you would survive? Did you? You'll suffer for that impertinence.” Surtr growled. He extended a hand towards Fjorm, and jets of flame suddenly burst from the ground below the Princess! Fjorm screamed in pain, and Surtr grinned. He reached into the flames and grabbed Fjorm by the throat, pulling her out of it. He looked her over carefully.
“Feel that pain, child of ice. Feel it... and tell me what you desire most. Should I scar your face with flame? Or should I burn your fingers to ash, one by one... As I did to your mother? What would you have me do, hmm?” Surtr asked, choking the Princess. Fjorm gasped for breath, pulling desperately at the massive hand at her throat.
“Surtr!” Fjorm cried out. The King laughed, turning towards his warriors. He held up Princess Fjorm for all of them to see.
“That! That is the fate of the weak- To be trampled. So it goes…” He turned Fjorm to face him once more, leering at the Princess as she struggled in his grasp. “Strike at me! Show me your last, lingering flame- before it flickers out!”
Fjorm’s struggles grew weaker and weaker.
“Surtr! I swear... that I... You will never…” Fjorm’s voice grew quiet, and her struggles stopped. The Princess went limp in Surtr’s hand, and the king scowled.
“Is that all? She's already lost consciousness. What a joke! Not even fit for a toy…” Surtr carelessly threw the Princess aside, and her unconscious body thudded onto the very table the warriors were once sitting around. From her position by the door, Loki strode forward.
“What next, my king?” Loki asked.
“We march. My flames will soon reach every corner of this new land. And when we have taken that Nexus… Every land.” Surtr said. The King strode out of the throne room. Loki stared after the king, chuckling.
“You don't waste any time, do you?” She asked, half to herself. As the other warriors began to filter out of the room, Loki turned her attention to the fallen princess.
“As for this one... You're just going to cast her aside here?” Loki strode over to Fjorm, gently brushing the hair from the Princess’ face. “Well, well, well... I'll give you plenty of attention, sweetie... Hee-hee!”
In an instant, Fakemon was right next to Loki.
"Oh! A prisoner for me?? YAY! I was already thinking of plenty of new games to play! Tell me, which sounds better: Hangman while being hung, hide and go seek but the room is being filled with lemons or-"
“Now now, Fakemon.” Loki purred, cutting off the digimon. “Remember dear. Sharing is important…
Atop a mountain, a pink haired woman stood within a frozen fortress. She looked over the sprawling mountain range around her, her gaze eventually falling on the distant plumes of smoke to the south. She clasped her hands together, bowing her head in reverence.
Nifl, god of ice.
Nexus, strange power of this strange world.
I beseech thee.
A great evil has taken these lands.
One we cannot hope to stand against on our own.
The Flames grow ever stronger with each soul they consume.
I beseech thee.
As you called the darkness from their distant worlds.
So too call the light.
Rise!
Rise, heroes from another world!
Let not this, and all worlds, fall to the undying flames!
Come forth, heroes!
Save us
As the woman completed her prayer, a blue comet streaked across the sky. It broke apart mid-air, smaller chunks scattering across the lands...
Streak of icy-blue light shot down from the sky. It pierced the dark overcast clouds, unaffected by the icy wind and falling snow. In the middle of the snowy plains, the beam of light struck the earth. It quickly faded away, but as it did, something was left behind. Some… ones… were left behind.
Anakin Skywalker
Akira Tadokoro
The Little Crow
Shovel Knight
Nikki Prez
Bennett
Akira Tadokoro
The Little Crow
Shovel Knight
Nikki Prez
Bennett
As the six individuals came to their senses, they were able to get a better look at their surroundings. They found themselves on a large platform of icy-blue crystal about 50 feet wide, and a foot from the ground. It was in the shape of a hexagon, and there was a symbol of a snowflake carved into the platform. Despite the snow falling, there was no snow on the platform. To the north of the platform, a stone pillar stood. It was around 12 feet high, and depicted what appeared to be some sort of tree. The pillar itself was cracked and broken, with chunks of it broken off.
To the south, the more perceptive members of the group would be able to make out plumes of smoke rising over the distant hills. To the north, a small fort could be seen on a distant hill. Beyond it, a range of mountains could be seen. A cold gust of wind blew across the plains…
So starts...
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MUSPELL
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