Okay, long time coming but here it is. This chapter probably isn't the best work ive done but it's not the worst. I do plan on finishing it and I have a plan for a Dark Souls 3 sequel. So look forward to that!
And the new DLC looks absolutely fantastic!
After they healed up with the help of their Estus flask and its wonderful contents, the sisters decided to get the proper directions from Rickert. With proper directions in hand they headed to the gate which they opened with Isha's master key. Once through, they met with yet another door at the top of a small spiral staircase. And then were met with something they never thought they would see in the world of Lordran. A grassy meadow on a very high very narrow Cliffside.
Taking the utmost care, the duo crossed the rickety plank bridge and went headed into the cave and were assaulted with a smell of something decaying and rotting that made Isha and Arya cough and vomit just from the brief smell alone. They had found the entrance to Blighttown.
'Do we really have to go in there?' Arya asked, cleaning her mouth on her sleeve. 'I don't want to come out smelling like that for the rest of my life.'
'Solaire and Lautrec said that it was the next place for the bell and that the best way to get there was through New Londo. And we have to get there to ring it. Either that or we can wait for the Chosen to do it, and they might die before we get there.' Isha told her sister while getting something from her bag to cover their faces.
From their bottomless box, Isha took out two thief masks which they had managed to get from the lower undead burg.
'Here.' She said throwing one to her younger sibling. 'These should help with the smell. At least, I hope it will.'
Isha only used the bottom of the mask to cover her mouth and nose while Arya used the hood as well as mask. Because she thought it made her look cool. With their new items securely affixed and secured they headed deeper into the cave. Arya decided to crouch and make Ninja noises and tried to make as little noise on the wooden planks that were randomly situated around. When they faced their first opponent, an ogre like creature with a tiny bald head compared to its massive body. They uttered a guttural roar from their mouths before they charged at the two humans dragging a rotted log covered in fungus and purple mould behind it like a club. Arya was unable to resist the 'hiya' that came with every swing of her sword. To put the icing on the cake, when Arya made a large combustion spell, she shouted 'katon goukakyuu no jutsu' and made it look like she breathed the fire.
Once the Ogre was dead and the souls gathered, the younger more excitable sibling turned to her elder with a smile that was concealed by the mask. Her sister walked right past her and shook her head.
'I'm officially embarrassed to be related to you.'
Arya made a "well what is it" gesture and said 'Oh come on, that was cool and you know it.' She jogged to catch up to her sister and together they managed to dispatch the rest of the Ogre's since they were so slow and sluggish, and made it into the open expanse of Blighttown. On the rickety wooden platform on which they both stood, they were able to see the huge stone bridge in the distance and the huge lake of the swam that Laurentius loved so much. Isha managed to spot a big tree in the distance that was broken off and cracked open.
After the awe of the huge vastness of the swamp wore off, the duo found a key in a chest next to a ladder. Their footsteps seemed to echo extra loud in the underground and it set them both on edge, it may have been a good thing as their reflexes were sharp. When they slid down the ladder to the next floor they both heard something behind the wall of planks, it was akin to think water hitting wood and soft tapping of claws.
Arya drew her sword and with her sister quickly dashed around the corner to come face to face with a Cragspider a small arthropod-like creature, with wings on its back too, but they looked too small to be of use. It took a long breath and released it in a long breath of fire, the two sisters were only able to get away with singed clothes. The hearty Cragspider didn't go down easily, but it was very slow and easy to out maneuver. But as quickly as the victory came, something else made itself known.
A buzzing nearby told them that it was near. A mosquito that only existed in nightmares was flying toward them and spit thick purple slime at them. Arya and Isha both quickly put up their shields but the slime stuck to them on their legs and began to burn through their clothes. Arya swung furiously but the thing made tiny corrections and avoided all the attacks. It took her sisters magic to eventually take the thing down.
'I hate this place already.' The hot headed Pyromancer said as she began to ignite a fire in her left hand and threw it at the next Mosquito… It missed.
They descended yet another ladder and Isha was on 'kill the giant evil flying monstrosities' duty. But when they were on the next landing they found something that they didn't expect. Arya felt something pierce her side and a second one followed shortly after. Looking down she saw two sharp needles in her side, she quickly pulled them out and drew her shield to stop anymore from hitting her or her sister she spotted what was hitting her. It was a humanoid form covered in wooden pallets that served as armour while it had a long tube that it was firing darts from. Isha used her extended range to kill them from behind the safety of her sisters shield.
Arya lifted her shirt to expose her side, the darts had hit just above her hip and the area looked a little purple. Must have been whatever was in the dart's or she was going insane.
'Are you sure you're okay?' Her sister asked as she looked at the wound.
The Pyromancer waved her off, 'I'll be fine. It was just a little dart.'
They moved forward to where the thing had been standing and to the white stone area behind it. Looking carefully around the corner she spotted more of the dark snipers, Isha came up with the plan of attack that consisted of her blasting them with her ranged magic while Arya took out her shield to deflect the blasts. And it worked very well. They were able to advance to the ladder leading down while their footsteps echoed loudly off the stone path and walls.
Once down the ladder with rust coated fingers Arya heard growling. Not like the growls of the undead dogs from the lower burg, these were somehow worse and set her on edge. From the shadows came a red dog with fire clearly seen from its mouth, as it barked small flames were sent forward. Arya drew her blade and stood her ground, waiting for it to rush her, and it did with a great leap which exposed its underside. The Pyromancer plunged the sword threw it and cringed as the thing gave a final cry.
For all their efforts they came away with a Fire Keeper Soul. This made the duo sad as they realised that someone like Anastasia had to die so they could power up their Estus.
But they had to move forward and came to a death trap. There was a large tree branch that led no doubt to somewhere they could explore. But someone would have to cross it.
'You want to go first?' Arya asked her sister.
Isha narrowed her eyes and glared back 'Why the hell would I want to do that?'
'Fine.' The younger more daredevil-ish sister said exasperated and flung her arms in the air to show it. She slowly and carefully made her way across the branch with no problem.
When Isha's turn came she was a lot less excited and took it with such shaky steps that, about three quarters the way through, she slipped.
Arya gasped and leaped the distance to where her sister was still hanging on by just one hand and with all her strength, pulled her sister back up to the safety of the branch and to the other side.
'Please tell me you're all right?' Arya asked, nearly as scared as her sister was at having almost fallen to her death.
A nod was all she got and it took a few moments before her sister was able to get over the shock of nearly dying and stand. That stumble would not be easy to overcome, but it wasn't the first time that they had stared death in the face.
And it wouldn't be the last.
After killing a Cragspider, they did find a chest with a red, ankle length robe a little taller than Arya, with a matching, featureless silver mask set on a very tall, pointy hat and a scroll that would teach Isha the Remedy magic when she gave it to someone to decode and teach her.
'Did the KKK in this world wear red instead of white?' Arya enquired while examining the helmet.
After trying to get Isha back over the bridge and what felt like a million ladders later, they came to the strangest contraption they had seen. It was a water wheel with no water making it turn. Eventually it came to them. It was an elevator to the bottom.
And this time it was Isha that leaped on first as she wanted to be on the bottom as soon as physically possible without leaping off the edge. But a soothing ride later they hopped off and came to the full expanse of the swamp. Arya took a few steps down the ramp when she felt weak and fell to her knees holding her side.
She lifted her shirt to find that whatever was in those darts were more than they seemed. Purple veins were creeping away from the wound and toward her stomach and back.
'Shit. This was worse than we thought.' Isha spoke as her sister's breathing became heavier and more laboured.
'We have. To move.' Arya told her sister using her sword as a crutch as she tried to keep herself conscious. 'If I fall here. We'll be sitting ducks for anything that will come to get us. We have to get to that cave.' She pointed to a huge hill on the edge of the swamp. It would be a clear shot since there was nothing guarding it.
Descending the ramp, the two hurried as quickly as they could toward the cave but the thick swamp was impeding their movement, swallowing their boots and making it feel like there was lead weights stuck to them. This made Arya's journey all the more difficult until they remembered the Rusted Iron Rings they had found in the Asylum which then made the slog through the thick muck easier. Before they could celebrate, something was rushing toward them, the thick slurmp of a third set of feet going through the muck at much faster speed then their own brought a new dread to them.
A woman wearing nothing but underwear and a sack on her head came running to them with her giant machete at the ready. Arya met the blow with her own weapon but was forced into the thick swamp on her knees as she was so weak.
'You shall be the next victim of Man Eater Mildred!' She screeched at them raising her blade she prepared to cut off Arya's head.
But a blast of magical energy stopped her.
Isha had raised her catalyst in one hand and drew the magically endowed sword in the other. She was visibly shaking since all the battles up to this point were from behind the other fighters. Mildred was much stronger in terms of brute strength and easily knocked back the smaller Sorcerer to the ground.
'You two will make a good replacement for that little swamp rat that got away.' The crazed cannibal said.
Knowing she was too weak Arya put all her energy into her fist and ran to Mildred punching her in the stomach when she turned to face her. The energy and force she had built up released in a big explosion sending the man eater flying back the way she came. She must have been too injured to come back after them.
Sadly, the battle had taken the rest of Arya's energy and there was nothing left. She was going to die.
Looking to her sister she spoke. 'Go back out and get to Firelink.'
'No! I can't. I won't' Isha had tears in her eyes as she watched her sister getting weaker and paler.
The Pyromancer smiled a little taking off the mask from her face. 'It'll be okay. Maybe I'll come back like Oscar.' They both knew that it was impossible. Neither had the Dark Sign on them so this life was all they had. 'But I have to be sure you will be safe.'
'I'm the older sister. I have to take care of you, remember.' By this point Isha was on her knees keeping her sister out of the swamp. Then an idea came to her, she just had to get her sister out of this swamp, there must be something she could do, so she hoisted her sister up on her shoulders and frantically tried to get them both to the cave.
The swamp muck greatly slowed her down but she kept onwards, her legs burning from the strain and effort since she was not the strong one. She saw something in the distance near a large pillar and was more determined to get to relative safety. Isha took her catalyst and stuck it in the muck and channelled her magic through it causing the swamp to freeze in a walkway to the pillar.
Once she was closer she could make out a form, a human one at least sitting against the pillar and looking toward the cave, Isha moved as fast as she could to this person and when she was standing on the little island not covered by the swamp she called out to her.
'Hello? Can you help me? Please?' There was no reply and since she was already near the end of her patience, Isha yelled at the person.
'Hay! Pay Attention To Me!'
The loud noise was enough to startle the person and they nearly leaped out of their skin. 'You? You can see me?' The voice was feminine so Isha assumed it was a woman hidden underneath all the cloth.
The Mage was getting frustrated with this woman 'Yes I can see you! And I need your help! She's been poisoned and I can't fix it. Help me… please.'
The woman looked away for a took Arya by one arm and looked at Isha for help to carry her sister away.
They carried her to the side of the large pillar like structure where the woman gently put the Pyromancer down and ran her left hand along the wall searching for something. When she found what she was looking for the woman set a blast of fire from her bear hand into a tiny crack in the wall that ran the perimeter of a hidden door. The crack lit up from the fire and the sound of a lock turning was heard. The woman pulled the door open and lead Isha inside helping to carry the unconscious girl with them.
They brought Arya down a set of stairs to a one room house, the bed occupying one side along with a desk, the other held a tiny kitchen stove and hearth. They placed the Pyromancer on the bed and the still unnamed woman went to a set of drawers and shelves and took down some purple moss with white flowers on it. Once back over with Arya she pulled the shirt up and exposed the infected area, she then pulled her own hood back to reveal her jet black hair tied back into a tight neat bun and pulled off a clump of the moss and put it in her mouth chewing it into a paste then sticking it to the dark slickly purple wound.
Arya reacted in her unconscious state to the pain the moss was having on her. After she calmed down the woman scanned, looking for any more puncture points, the piercing green eyes found none. She then moved to Arya's head and pulled away the Thief's mask and took more moss into her mouth and bent her head down to kiss Arya.
Isha immediately pulled her own mask off and went to pull the crazed woman off her sister. 'What are you doing?!' She questioned.
The woman was surprisingly strong and pushed her away while pulling away from the girl and holding her mouth and nose shut.
'She is unable to swallow the moss whole as it was.' She explained while carefully examining the girl making sure she actually swallowed the moss. Once done, she removed her hands and helped Isha off the ground.
'Now if you have finished panicking over every little thing. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Quelana of Izalith and I am not often revealed to walkers of flesh.' She bowed a little while not taking her eyes off the sorcerer. 'I saw what was happening with you and your companion with Mildred the man eater. How was she able to use the flames with no Pyromancy glove?'
'She's my sister actually. And I'm Isha. Thank you for everything, I apologise for reacting the way I did. I really thought she was going to die.' She dried her falling tears on her sleeve. 'But so far we don't know how she uses Pyromancy without a glove. Ever since we got here, she's been throwing fire like that and I magic.'
'Hmm, fascinating. And where did you say you came from?' Quelana asked moving to the small low table where she knelt and sat with her arm resting on the wood.
Isha froze for a second before following. 'I… I can't remember where we came from. I remember something hitting us, then we woke up in the Asylum.'
Seeing the panic in the woman's eyes, Quelana acted placing a hand on hers 'Do not fret over such matters.'
While they waited for Arya to get better, Isha and Quelana talked and reminisced while eating some stew. It was a few hours before the young Pyromancer stirred and woke clutching her side and hissing in pain. Quelana was the first person she saw and acted as one would when faced with a stranger in this world.
She rolled off the bed, catching herself with her feet and ignited a large flame in her hand charged at the woman. Being more experienced, the elder Pyromancer took a stance and caught Arya's wrist and held her in place. The younger woman lit her left fist and went to punch her captor but the woman caught that as well and held it with no effort, Arya was still weak from the poison her energy quickly faded as if being drained and she fell to her knees after being released and her fire dying out.
'How did you do that?' Arya whispered struggling to her feet once more.
The pale woman smiled and gave a little laugh 'Because, young one. I can do it too.' She ignited a flame of her own.
Isha then moved forward embracing her sister in a death tight hug nearly bringing them both toppling to the ground with the force. 'I can't believe you would do something so stupid! You should have said something!' by this point she was hitting her sister. 'I thought you were going to die.'
'Stop hitting me.' Arya said gently grabbing the flailing fists. 'I'm sorry. I didn't know it was that bad. I won't ever put you through that again.'
This seemed to placate the elder sister and she calmed down and turned to their host. 'You should really thank her for saving you.'
Arya then looked to the woman who gazed at them with a strange look to her eyes. The girl took a stance and made a proper bow just like Rhea taught her. 'Thank you for saving me.'
'It's quite all right. I am Quelana of Izalith.'
'And I'm Arya.'
Once introduced and no longer wanting to kill each other, the sisters decided that it was time to leave and move on with their journey. But the elder Pyromancer was not going to let them leave that easily. She had near endless questions for the younger sibling but knew that with her wounds healed there was no stopping their journey.
'Before you go, there is something I must ask of you.' Quelana said in a timid voice. 'The bell you seek is protected by my sister, Quelaag. If you are going to ring it. Please kill her.'
Both of the sisters were shocked and appalled at the request and they both strongly refused.
'I don't know if we can do that. She's still your sister after all.' Arya spoke trying to keep some of her anger in.
Quelana shook her head and cast her gaze downwards. 'She will try to kill you should you go anywhere near her lair. And you have to kill her to get to the bell of awakening. I doubt she would just let you through to ring it since she actively goes out in search of Humanity which she forcibly takes from her victims.'
Isha stepped forward. 'Why do you want them dead? You are still family aren't you?'
Before the 'Mother of Pyromancy' had a chance to explain the sharp sound of a bell being rung in the distance could be clearly heard. The Chosen Undead had made their way to Quelaag's domain and must have killed her.
'Seems my work has been done for me.' Quelana's voice held a strange mix of relief and sadness. The two sisters realised that this was her time to grieve and left the small hidden house.
Once back in the expanse of the swamp they could see that the giant ogres guarding the entrance to Quelaag's lair were dead. Deciding that investigation was somehow the best option for them, the unlikely duo carefully wandered to the cave opening on the huge hill. Once at the entrance they could hear the trudging footsteps of someone coming toward them. Weapons drawn they waited for the person to come to them.
They shouldn't have been surprised then, when the Chosen Undead came walking out. Like the fleeting glance they got at the first bell tower he was covered head to toe in full armour that hid his face from them. But from his posture and walking they could see that there was something not quite the same as before, he seemed somewhat downcast.
When he came to the entrance and met them face to helm there was some sort of look shared between them. Though no words were spoken, the Chosen Undead reached behind slowly and pulled out a yellow soul. A powerful soul that is usually forcibly taken from a defeated enemy, the two had obtained one from the moonlight butterfly though still had not found a use for it. There were rumours of a smith that could forge them into powerful weapons but none they came across had any knowledge.
But now the chosen was giving them one.
'Giving away something as powerful as this soul for nothing? I have to admit I find it hard to believe.' Arya spoke with one hand on her weapon ready for any surprising movements.
But the chosen continued to hold out the soul, he grunted and held it further. Isha reached forward and took it from him then looked at the slits of his helm trying to see any doubts or lies.
He nodded, grunting one more as he did so, and started down the hill to the swamp. Before going more than a few steps, he turned to them and spoke.
'I'm sorry.' His voice was gravely and harsh as if he had never used humanity to reverse the effects of his hollowing. With no more words he turned and continued on his way leaving them with a new soul and much confusion.
The siblings then put the soul away and headed inside. The cave was deep moving from a webbing to hard rock and there were strange growths on the wall along with quiet moaning's from people with more growths on their backs. One had been sliced open and worms were dying on the ground and seeping from the open wound.
Arya quickly brunt them with as much fire as she could muster.
The cave opened up into a cavernous open area with cracked stone floors and a domed roof. This had been carved out straight from the mountain. They had also discovered the source of the soul.
Laying in the middle of the arena was what appeared at first glance to be a giant tarantula on its side with its legs curled in on itself, upon closer inspection there was a person on the back hear the head of the spider. Except that there were no legs on the person, her hips joined seamlessly with the spider.
'Isha. You so see a half-naked spider woman with no legs right?' The younger sister questioned, not looking away from the body.
'Yes I see it too. And I thought the dragon was creepy.' The older sister replied thinking on the gaping dragon from the depths. 'Do you think we should return the soul to its owner?'
Quickly agreeing, Arya took out the soul of Quelaag and held it out to the human part of her body. The glowing brightly golden soul entered seamlessly back into the body, but nothing happened.
'Can't deny. I'm disappointed.' Arya said getting back to her feet and heading to the bell tower at the back of the cavern. 'I thought there was going to be some huge bright light and then, "boom," back to life.'
While walking up the steps (weapons drawn in case something was left alive by the Chosen Undead) the two siblings continued their conversation.
'Why do you think the Chosen gave us the soul. It seems… out of place.' Isha asked while examining the interior of the tower.
'Got no idea. But he seemed really downbeat. Like someone killed his puppy or something.' They both examined the entirety of the tower, including the top where the bell stood. 'Damn it! This can't be it!' The pyro shouted small flames erupting from her hands. 'It doesn't make any sense, there must be…. A trap door or something.'
'There is always the caves of death?'
Arya looked to her sister with annoyance. 'I am not going into the death caves. They must lead on for hours, that bell rang not too long before we got here. He can't have gone in there.'
So while looking for a secrete door in the floor, Isha walked the perimeter of the rounded wall with her staff scratching the edge. Then the wood fell though nothingness.
'Arya… I found the secret door.' Isha was not happy at the fact that there was actually hidden passages, her sister no doubt was going to search every rock in every area now.
'I knew I was right!' Her hot headed sibling said ecstatic with joy. 'Let's see what had the Chosen so depressed. A mountain of gold useless to him? Powerful, mysterious orb that he couldn't reach?'
This continued while they went down the small passage and came to another person with growths protruding from their back. It stood at the entrance to a smaller cave with a bonfire in the distance, there was something else in there that they couldn't make out.
'Well...' Arya said looking at the strange thing and drawing her sword. 'I'm going to kill it. Then we can get to the bonfire.'
'You Will Do No Such Thing!' A voice of an elderly man chastised her. It came from the disfigured human.
Both sisters screamed and shouted but didn't attack from shock.
'Are you also here to dedicate your life to the Fair Lady?' It asked them looking up from his position on the floor.
'Uh… yes, I guess. But who are you? And who's this, Fair Lady?' Isha questioned crossing her arms and taking a more relaxed pose.
'I am Eingyi and there is no time for idle chat.' He spoke and slowly crawled away leaving a space for them to entre. 'But why would you dedicate yourself to the Fair Lady when you don't know who she is? No you shall no pass here!'
Thinking quick the duo quickly put together something to get them through this idiot without attacking him.
'We humble travellers do not know who the Fair Lady is since we have never met her.' Arya began the complete lie in as realistic voice as she could 'But we have heard tales of her greatness and…. Uh-'
Isha was quick to continue. '-And we have come here from a great distance to… to pledge ourselves to her. Please good sir may we pass?'
Though clearly sceptical at first the tale good enough to be a stage play made it possible for them to reach the bonfire and rest a bit before moving onwards. 'Now present yourself to Our Fair Lady. I pray that you will mind your manners, the both of you!' he said as he slowly shuffled out of the way.
They stepped in the open doorway and entered the wider cave. Immediately they went for the bonfire in the centre of the cave and to their right some movement caught their attention.
Bone white tree branches twitched and slowly moved. But when they turned to fully see what the source of the movement was, the two siblings gasped and drew their weapons. Just like the half spider woman outside, there was another within the cave, this one though was alive and well but seemed to be breathing shallowly and the person attached to the main body was just as pale as the spider.
Everything about this woman screamed sickly and weak, it tore at the sibling's hearts to see something so frail in this world. Then, realisation hit them both.
The one outside was taking care of this spider woman, and when the Chosen Undead found her here after having killed its keeper. He must have felt so terrible. That explains why he gave the sisters the soul.
Her hair was ash white and her eyes were closed. She looked up with unseeing eyes when the others gasped but made no move to attack. Every now and then one of the spider legs would twitch but it was too weak to stand on her own.
Then she spoke in a broken hoarse voice. 'Quelaag? Is that you?' Her arms which were knitted together in prayer untangled themselves as she reached out with unsteady hands.
Arya could understand what was being said and sheathed her weapon once more while Isha was terrified that it moved to attack them.
'Why is isn't it attacking us?' She asked in a whisper.
Arya looked to her sister confused. 'She thinks we're her sister.'
'How do you know that?'
Now the Pyromancer turned her back to the spider. 'Didn't you hear what she said?' When her sibling shook her head, the other crossed her arms and found that the ring she had from the very start of their journey was glowing faintly.
The runes etched on were emitting a faint red glow.
She took the ring off and handed it to her sister to wear, then she would hear the half woman and understand that she was too week to harm them. Doing as bid, Isha put the ring on her middle finder and looked at the spider, waiting for her to speak.
'Quelaag? Why aren't you speaking? Is something wrong?' The Fair Lady asked in a more scared voice. Isha's fear immediately left her and she felt compassion for this frail and sick woman.
Arya turned back around and said in a normal voice. 'I can still hear her… I don't think that's supposed to happen.'
'Think there's some lingering effect from the ring?' Her sister questioned.
'Who's there?' The Fair Lady questioned in a very frightened voice.
The two looked at each other and neither knew what to do. Arya stepped forward and spoke first.
'It's alright. We're not here to hurt you and we're sorry for scaring you. We don't know where your sister is. But, uh, we can keep you company, if you like?'
'You can understand me?' The woman asked as she drew her hand back to her chest which was bare except for her ash hair covering it. 'No one except my sister has ever understood me. Not even that man who keeps coming back. Sister doesn't like him very much.'
'I'm going to reach forward and grab your hand alright?' Arya said and reached forward slowly to gently hold the pale white hand, then once she had a hold of it she brought it to her own face so the woman could see, or rather feel, that she was just a normal human.
The woman's hand was very warm and tickled as it mapped every inch of her face. It seemed to calm her since the face under her hand was normal and unthreatening, no nasty scars and an easy smile.
Behind them, Isha gasped and made a muffled scream that made Arya turn and put a hand to her blade. Her sister was currently held captive by the other spider woman they had previously thought dead, yet she was currently holding her sister captive with one hand over her mouth to muffle any screams and the other held a large sword to Isha's neck.
Arya immediately raised her hands in the "I'm unarmed" gesture and pleaded 'Wait, please don't hurt her!'
The new woman who must have been Quelaag moved to her sister and put herself in front of the potential danger. 'Have you been hurt Quelaan?'
'Quelaag!' She called in a happy yet raspy voice 'Oh Dear sister, no I haven't been hurt. They kept me company while you were away, they can even understand us.'
The raven haired Quelaag was shocked and glared harshly at the two humans, one who was fearful for her life and the other fearful for her sister's life.
'Is that true? You can understand us?' Quelaag questioned confused and still vexed.
'…Yes…?' Arya said slowly not wanting to anger the spider woman that had a sword to her sister's throat. When said woman glared at the Pyromancer she elaborated 'I mean, yes I can understand what you are saying. Now will you let her go?'
'Then explain why you are here in my domain and I am not dead?'
Arya took a break to bring her anger down. 'I don't know all the answers, we came here to ring this bell-' she pointed upwards '-and when it was already rung, we explored, found this cave and wanted to sit by the bonfire to refill our Estus. How you're still alive is a mystery to us, we put the soul the chosen undead gave us into your body.'
'Please sister. Let them stay?' Quelaan begged in her horse broken voice.
The raven haired growled 'Fine! I shall tolerate their presence here for a short time. Then they must leave.'
Well its been… Quite some time but its done, im not happy at the ending to this chapter, but it will have to do for now. I can't wait for the new DLC.!
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