Niko and the Sword of Light

- Previously on Niko and the Sword of Light.

What does this darkness want?

- You must retrieve the amulet of power.

Nar Est!

- She escaped the globe.

I had a vision.

The amulet is what Nar Est seeks.

- You must go to the Forest of Fangs

and locate Windcrag the Lore Keeper.

- It's Chompsky!

Our new quest awaits!

I'm Niko, and this is my sword of light!

I am here to protect my people,

and defeat the darkness forever!

Commodore Chompsky's flying machine

would be no match for you

if your wing was uninjured, friend Flicker!

With the darkness gone, everything is so beautiful again!

- All the more reason to protect it, Queen Lyra.

I'll have you at the Forest of Fangs in no time.

- Is there no way to make your flying machine go faster?

- Well, I did invent a steam blast system as a booster,

but it's untested, so--

Can I press the button?

- Hold on to your shells!

Awesomeness!

- Chompsky, stop this craz thing!

I can't!

Flicker, your wing!

Ugh!

All right, Flicker!

It's helping.

We'll crash, I mean land, at a much better angle now.

Sweet, sweet dirta firma!

Oh, how I've missed you!

Are you alright, Flicker?

Please be alright.

- At least we made it to the Forest of Fangs.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Excellent!

If something wants to eat us,

then our quest has truly begun.

- It seems Flicker won't be joining us.

- Smart guy. You know what, I'll stay to make sure

his cocoonerations are going cocoonily.

Nonsense, Mandok.

The group will need your keen survival skills.

I'll keep an eye on Flicker while I make my repairs.

Get better, friend Flicker.

- Uh, just how big is he gonna get?

(upbeat woodwind and percussion music)

- There, now everyone will be looking

for a mustachioed fellow.

Hm, do I look more menacing with a goatee?

This is intolerable!

The darkness gives me a key to get the amulet of power,

but no directions to actually find it!

(upbeat woodwind and percussion music)

Oh, how low I've sunk.

My feet hurt, my robes itch,

and why is everyone so angry at me?

- Maybe because of the whole cursing the world

with an eternal plague of darkness thing?

Huh?

Oh, right.

This must be it.

Hello.

Is anyone here?

- Perhaps we are at the wrong place.

- I haven't seen any other creepy shacks, have you?

- Could it be we came all this way for nothing?

Maybe she's not here--

Go away!

Windcrag's not here.

- I do believe someone in there is trying to trick us.

- Lore keeper, Windcrag, I am Queen Lyra of Kurandole.

We come to you for council on a most urgent matter.

- Yeah yeah, urgent matter.

Boo hoo.

What's in it for me?

- The satisfaction of sharing your bounty of knowledge

and helping us save the world.

I'd pass.

Please, lore keeper.

Sargous said you would help.

Sargous, eh?

Now there was a human with some stories to tell.

We used to play Hoppity Dunk back in the day.

Ugh, fine.

But if I let you in to bore me with your substory

you gotta follow my rules.

If you do anything dumb, you got a bonk.

You do something I don't like, bonk.

And if you dare sass me, guess what you get.

Is it a bonk?

Bull's eye.

You get no pass for sass.

- Can you define what sass would be?

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Whatever I say it is, short stuff.

You seem young for a queen.

And yet she is excellent.

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Don't interrupt. Why are you here?

- We need any lore or legends about the amulet of power

and where to find it.

Can't do it.

Please, lore keeper, Windcrag.

I said can't, not won't.

I need three things to say the lore.

A pouch of gin sweet sap, a garlica flower,

and a perfect bread melon.

And I need them before the noon day sun.

Probably need it for a spell.

She does seem witchified.

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Just point us in the right direction

and we'll get those things for you right away.

Please.

I don't trust you three to hang laundry,

much less pick a perfect bread melon.

I'm coming.

- Can we partake in the eating of this perfect bread melon

after finding it?

- What do you think? - No.

Done, and done.

Prepare to be impressed

as I use my abundant linguistic gifts to end my hunger.

Oh look, Rasper, a Cutie-Pootie. How delightful.

I kept one as a pet when I was a child.

Ey pi pi pi pi.

Yes, mine did that too.

Might I say, you have the most aromatic combo plate

in all the land.

Unfortunately, I am a tad sort of funds at the moment.

And soap.

I can however offer a variety

of valuable services in trade.

Cash.

Perhaps a locator spell.

I can find the shirt you seem to have lost.

Cash.

A recitation of dark poetry?

Cash.

I think he wants cash.

It is.

I told you it's him.

You're right.

It's totally the High Dark Lord Nar Est.

- Silence. Of all my minions,

why are these three the ones that keep coming back?

- Um, good sir, who we don't know

and are just meeting for the first time ever.

Smooth.

We want to be re-monsterized.

Can you do it, huh?

Can you?

Of course.

I can definitely turn you back

into a fearsome three-headed minion,

if you were to procure me some sustenance.

- It means he wants something to eat.

We've been there.

Sometimes you'd do anything for a meal.

Am I right?

Careful, precious cargo here.

Lower me as if my leg depends on it.

Because it does.

Careful with my gin sweet sap.

You press the thistle too hard, it sours the sap.