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"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Kalameet or superior being speech"
'Kalameet or superior being thoughts'
Chapter 1: Best start ever
In cold land of the Northern Undead Asylum just filled with mindless hollows, but one hollow seems with his senses. In alone wet, cold cell of the Asylum, slept almost naked undead. This undead was Thomas.
"Brrr..." said Thomas searching for his blanket, thinking he's still in his bed. When he touched a cold cobblestone floor, Thomas opened his eyes, only to see his hollowed naked body and some sort of prison cell.
"Wha..." Thomas didn't finish his sentence, as a corpse landed on the floor with a key from the ceiling hole. He looked up only to make an eye contact with some knight, that surprisingly looks familiar. The knight gets up and walked away, then Thomas realizes, where he had seen this knight.
"Mother of all! I'm in bloody Dark Souls!" can't really describe what Thomas felt. His first part felt shock, awe, horror. He's in Dark Souls world, a place with no happy endings, only sorrow and pain. But other half was excited. Finally, some new experience he will feel. Instead of playing the game, he will be in the game. "Dark Souls with VR support, boys!"
Thomas got up to take a key from the corpse. "Like, come on. I know every item locations; every enemy positions and every boss move sets. How hard it can be?" Thomas lowered his head to see his almost naked, hollowed body with darksign. "And apparently, I start with deprived class, but at least, I'm still marked with darksign, so can't be that all bad." muttered to himself, as he unlocks the cell door with a key, and then he removes his key to the bottomless pouch.
"Hm. I wonder, what's my starting gift is?" proceed his searching in his pouch. First thing he took out was a straight sword hilt. A useless weapon, only good porpoise for it, is to scratch his itchy back. "Nyeh!" threw away his broken weapon to the ceiling hole, hoping not to encounter it again. Thomas kept searching for the gift, then took out an iron ring with tiny red jewel on it. The Tiny Being's Ring. "Hey, it's not the master key, but it's also good." and he equipped it.
"Adventure time!" cried Thomas running straight forward, ignoring hollows, who stopped mind they own business to stare at source of the loud sound. Funny enough, there are still tutorial messages on the floor, even though Thomas got sucked into Dark Souls world. He didn't bother read them. Walking into upstairs room, Thomas stopped to look at the sitting hollow. "Hey friend. Water are you doing? Just chilling?" for Thomas, it seemed silly, how just one hollow chilled in the water pool, doing nothing. Chuckles, he moved forward.
Climbing ladders to finally get into the surface, Thomas got serious chills of cold weather outside. "Brr, man. I better need to find good armour, or at least warm clothes as soon as possible. I almost forgot that I'm playing, no, scratch that. That I'm with no clothes." Finally, entering to the snowy surface, Thomas gazed upon bonfire. Not to hold any seconds, he immediately linked it and sit down. "Awh, yeah man. That's some good stuff." is this how the chosen undead, felt while resting at the bonfire? Cause it felt incredible. It's like reversed air conditioner.
'I wonder how Estus tastes like?' thought Thomas. Not wasting any time at the bonfire, proceed to giant doors. Trying open it was hard, but he remembered, how heavy they looked like in the game, and now he felt it. Finished, now he entered to the giant hall, where the chosen undead supposed to meet the Asylum Demon for first time, or simple say: 'The tutorial boss'. Rising his head up, here he was, just standing still on top, waiting to drop. Thomas rushed not to the direction to the left, where is exit door, but to the direction where demon falls. With heavy thud, demon finally landed, and thought he smashed this curious hollow with his heavy body, until he heard - "Hey butt-face!" turned around demon to source of the voice, to his right. "You missed! Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop~" ran Thomas to the exit from this room. Demon tried to smash him with his hammer, but it was too late. The door closed.
He came to the next bonfire, lit, rested, got up and approached to the hallway, where the hollow with a bow, already shoots arrows at him. Thomas rushed to the left room and took a shield. If a piece of wooden fence, could be called as a shield. Raising his shield, he advanced right to the hollow, blocking incoming arrows, but still taking some damage, as it was not effective shield. Hollow sensed danger and started to retreat, while Thomas looted another item, a wooden club. Finally, having some weapon, Thomas rushed to the retreating hollow, swing his club madly. "C'mere, you prick! Reeeee-!" strikes to the skull, to the chest, to the leg, hollow died. As his enemy died, Thomas could felt white mist travelled into him. 'So this must be souls.' thought, as he approached to a fog gate.
Passing through the fog gate, gave him a shiver. 'Brrr. It felt like I dipped into a cold water.' he was in the second floor. As a cold feeling vanished, he saw from destroyed cell door, laying warrior equipped with elite knight set, a crest shield and Astora's straight sword. This hurt, hopeless knight, nobody else, like his saviour from his cell prison, Oscar of Astora. Thomas stood still for a moment and thought. 'Hold on a second. If a can talk normally, maybe I can change things? I should theorise~' but his thoughts suddenly interrupted with terrible headache and tinnitus. "Agh!" he couldn't stand still as he felt dizzy and everything seemed blurry. Walking with zigzags, holding his arm towards the wall as a support, he stumbled upstairs, but forgot about supposed incoming boulder. Boulder squished Thomas and then hit the brick wall, destroying it. With broken bones and painful hurts, he slowly approached to the room, where Oscar rested. Feeling weak, Thomas collapsed on his knees, everything hurt, he muttered only few words "Help... me..." and then fell unconscious on the flooded ground.
Oscar glanced on unconscious body on the floor calling for help. He thought every imprisoned ones were hollowed and the fight with demon, left him he here battered and trapped, failing his mission, so he accepted his fate of going hollow. But now... he wasn't sure. No one was around to help this undead, only he could. Curse that fight, as no Estus left either. If he would nothing, he will become hollow and this undead dies. 'What should I do?' glanced into ceiling light.
With new will and determination, Oscar used his sword as crutch to get up. Everything hurt and legs barely obeyed. Standing, he uses nearby wall for support to help this stranger. He left his shield and sword behind, as that were excess weight. With the last step made, Oscar lifted the stranger to get up on his legs, took his hand on the shoulder and dragged him downstairs into bonfire yard. Very slowly and steadily, making sure that he won't fail. After stepped into first floor, Oscar opened the iron door and moved forward into bonfire. Arriving, he put down stranger and sit next to him at the bonfire, filling every bruises healed and filling his Estus flask.
"Wha, what happened? Did I die?" curiously asked himself Thomas, not knowingly that he was dragged to the bonfire, until he heard "No." next to him. He turned his head to the left, to see the elite knight sitting next to him.
"You fell unconscious in my prison cell and asked for help. So, I dragged you here." replied Oscar.
"Oh. Then thanks, Oscar for helping me." said Thomas.
"It's a knight honour to help out. Wait... How do you know my name?" questioned Oscar.
Thomas thought for a second. 'How to answer better, then not to regret later?' "Because I was gifted with power of the foresight. I see the future, Oscar of Astora."
Oscars eyes wide. He can't believe that this half-naked undead can be a prophet. "It can't be. Prove it, but first tell me your name and where are you from."
"My name is Thomas. Thomas of..." stopped Thomas to think, because saying where exactly his from, will give it away. So, he started to remember, any medieval town names from medieval styled games, that he played before. "...Temeria."
"Temeria? Never heard of this place." said Oscar.
"And won't." snapped Thomas. Thinking of fates happened in the witcher series, rewriting it, so it could be more believable. "Temeria was one peaceful land, until the horrible plague arrived, wiping out more than half of population. Month after, war happened between covenants and it was very brutal fight. Many civilians died." Oscar was now very interested with the story, believing it. "With plague and covenant war, chaos erupted in this land. Those who are not diseased, or in covenants, forced to move into further lands to live. Myself included." Thomas then suddenly stopped, hearing low quiet chuckle, but it was come not from Oscar. Looking to the sides, thought it was his imagination, and he finished the story "What's now happening with Temeria and people who escaped, unknown. Might be ruins only left there." he stared on knights blank helmet expression, waiting for respond.
"Sigh... I'm sorry, that I forced you remember these things. I didn't know. At least makes us two, from far our homelands." apologized Oscar.
"It's alright, as I know my task, what to do. I'm prophet for a reason. I have come here to change the prophecy of the chosen undead-" Oscar was in disbelief what he's saying "-to prevent horrible fates. Prevent sorrow, pain and furthermore." Thomas stood up " I'm prophet of Temeria, will ring both Bells of Awakenings, and yes there's two of them, than one." said Thomas, so Oscar won't interrupt "Storm the Sen's Fortress and make pilgrimage to the gods city Anor Londo to receive the Lordvessel and cure this curse forever, but my gift of foresight won't be enough. So I ask you, Oscar of Astora, for the sake of your family and undead prophecy. Will you help me to accomplish these tasks together and engage in jolly-cooperation?" requested Thomas.
Oscar was silent and dumbfounded, pondering about Thomas's speech. 'Could he be the chosen undead?' Oscar got up and made 'dignified bow' towards Thomas. "Prophet of Temeria. I, Oscar of Astora. Will gladly follow you, even into flaming pits of Lost Izalith, if needed." responded Oscar.
Thomas smiled at respond. "Splendid!" exclaimed Thomas, pointing his index finger to a cell door. They wanted to go, but Thomas suddenly stopped, hearing low quiet laughter from nowhere.
"Oscar do you hear anything?" asked Thomas.
"Heard what?" questioned Oscar, shook his head.
Thomas looked around and said. "It was like someone is laughing. But I'm not sure from where?"
'We have been overheard?' asked Oscar himself, staring at every direction. 'But it can't be. There's only two of us, a demon and hollows in the asylum. Maybe...' he thought. "I think you misheard it, Thomas. It was only bare hollows."
"Let's go then. We can't stay here any longer. I need to find some clothes too." said Thomas. Oscar nodded.
'Maybe I'm starting to hear things?' thought Thomas 'If yes, then better leave this asylum, while I'm still sane.'
They went upstairs to the second floor. "I need to grab my left equipment back." Said Oscar entering his prison room. He grabbed his sword and shield on the floor.
"Eh, prophet?" questioned Oscar.
"Just call me Thomas." said Thomas "What did you want to ask?"
"Do you have any Estus flask with you?" asked Oscar.
"Nope." simply answered Thomas.
"Well then." said Oscar, taking his Estus flask from his pouch. "Take mine. You are more vulnerable, than me".
"Thanks." thanked Thomas, taking the flask from Astora knight. "Alright Oscar, here what we must do, to exit from this asylum. First we must go upwards to the balcony. Balcony is guarded by three hollows, one has a bow. Oh, and upstairs waits us one single of pushover hollow. Not a big problem. Secondly, we must defeat the Asylum Demon."
"Defeat the demon?" re-asked if he heard correctly. "I had a brutal fight, and demon almost took my life away."
"And that's why, you will take revenge on him." responded Thomas. "In addition, I have a plan."
"And what's the plan?" curiously asked Oscar.
"We will jump off from the balcony in course, straight on the demon. I will go first and with a club, will try knock out his right eye. When I jump off from the demon, you jump off and try stab his left eye, blinding him completely. And then simply finish him off. Any questions?"
"Yes." said Oscar. "Why we can't just get past him?"
"Unfortunately, he has a key of the exit." answered Thomas.
"Then no more questions." said Oscar.
"Onwards!" exclaimed Thomas. 'This is exciting.'
Going up, Oscar quickly finished the first hollow. Moving forward, they both raised their shields to block incoming hollows attack. Oscar sliced both hollows and finishing them, while Thomas backstabbed hollow with a bow. Having dealt with hollows, they both stood near the fog gate.
"Let's change the plan." said suddenly Thomas. "You will jump first and then I. Because, while demon will be confused with another strike, you will keep slicing underneath him." Oscar of course didn't like to go first, but plan was good, so he just nodded.
Oscar entered the fog gate,looked down from the small balcony to meet demons eyes and hopped
Oscar entered the fog gate, looked down from the small balcony to meet demon's eyes and hopped off to stab demon's eye. He stabbed his left eye and tried to remove his straight sword, but unfortunately the sword dug to deep, that it got stuck. Demon roared in pain, shook his head to left and right, dropping off the Astora knight from him.
"Justice rains from above!" demon didn't have time to recover, as Thomas landed with club hit on him. "I'm not done yet! Take this!" Thomas strikes to the right eye, completely blinding him. Demon couldn't resist, so he fell off on his belly.
"Come on Oscar! Finish the job!"
Oscar pulled out his sword from the demon and struck to the head centre. With final roar, demon scattered into souls, leaving nothing, except for key. 'Where did he hold the key?' thought Oscar.
"Yeah!" said Thomas, rising his left-hand making 'joy' gesture. "That was fun! I want to do it again!", then he gazed on confused elite knight with blank helmet blank face expression. "Oh, uh. I mean. Good team work. Heh."
"I found the gate key." said Oscar walking towards the gate exit.
"Great. First step completed." said Thomas.
Oscar stood near the entrance, put the key into keyhole, unlocking it. He could already feel the start of the great journey. Oscar started to push doors to open, but nothing happened. He added much more strength into push, still nothing happened. The doors seemed like solid wall, or some kind of force preventing him to open it.
Oscar stood next to the gate, dumbfounded. "Thomas? Is that supposed to happen?" he received no answer, so he turned around to see him. "Thomas did you heard me? What are you~" but Thomas stood in one place, not even moved a step from last time. He looked like, he is paralysed. "Thomas? Are you alright?" ran up to him.
"I am... getting... weaker..." said Thomas falling on his knees. He felt like the gravity itself wants him. With both hands he touches the ground for support.
Oscar knelt next to him. "Thomas~" Oscar got cut off by deep and creepy voice echoing nearby. It put both Oscar and Thomas off guard.
"O, chosen undead." said the voice with heavy mockery. "Leaving the asylum so soon? I wanted to heareth more stories about thy life." the voice chuckled.
"What are you doing with the prophet!" demanded Oscar.
"I hath decided to showeth, how defenceless art thou." responded.
"Who are you?" asked Oscar and Thomas at the same time.
"Come on prophet." said the voice with mocking tone. "Thou knoweth me better, than nobody. Hath a guess."
Thomas thought about all possibilities of who it could be. This creepy voice definitely had an enormous power, so he said the first name that he had in mind. "Manus?"
The voice didn't respond, so Thomas thought he was actually correct, until the voice spoke otherwise. "In fact. I bethink he wouldst preferred just drag thee to his lair and maketh thou as his puppet. Wrong guess. Tryeth for last time."
Thomas still weak, thought of who could it be, but then Oscar interrupted him.
"Thomas, what is this thing above you!?" said Oscar in horror.
Thomas looked up and saw what made Oscar horrified. Above him levitated the orange glowy eye, calamity effect, and Thomas immediately knew who is it.
"Kalameet." slowly said Thomas.
"Took longer, than I bethought." said Kalameet.
"What do you want?" asked Thomas.
"Entertainment." simply answered Kalameet.
"What?" both Thomas and Oscar questioned.
Orange eye glowed brighter for a second, and the shattering sound could be heard. No longer Thomas felt weak, but he felt some liquid dripping from his pouch. Thomas immediately grabbed the pouch to investigate what happened. He searched his pouch and removed his shattered Estus flask in small pieces. Thomas was in awe, to see, that the flask could be broken. Oscar was shocked, but then angry.
"You monster!" said Oscar.
"Much obliged." said Kalameet. "Knoweth this, chosen undead. I am hither to makeeth thy life into personal nightmare. Bethought adventure wilt beest easy and fascinating? Child, how wrong art thou." calamity eye glowed brighter, everything screeched like Kalameet used his telekinesis, and he sounded angry. "I wilt maketh sure, to doth everything I can, to maketh thou suffer, as I didst. To fail the quest and wend hollow forever! Insect!" eye stopped glowing and no more screeching could be heard.
Oscar and Thomas had no words. The exit gate suddenly opened by themself, revealing staircase to the top. Thomas got up and looked at Oscar.
"Thomas… What we shall do? questioned the elite knight.
"Proceed onwards Oscar!" answered Thomas. "Enemies will do more damage on me? Fine. We can't use our Estus to heal our wounds? Okay. There are many ways to heal ourselves, without using Estus. If Kalameet thinks that applying his curse and shattering our Estus is enough to stop us, he is wrong. We have a destiny to fulfil and nothing can stop us!"
"Ha-ha-ha!" laughed Kalameet. "Brave words for the one, who wilt beest hiding behind the knight, like a coward."
"That will be true." agreed Thomas. "Until, I find good weapon and some armour. Let's go Oscar. Adventure awaits!"
"I'm right behind you." said Oscar.
"More of, nightmare, than adventure." replied Kalameet.
"As I see, you won't piss of, eh?" said Thomas.
"No, I wilt observe thy suffering.". answered Kalameet.
"Well, bad for you. Cause you won't see any." said Thomas walking towards the exit.
"Heh. We shall see. We shall see."