Welp, I'm finally updating this. After more than 5 months of putting this off, we finally got an update. I am so sorry to those who've been waiting patiently. Hopefully this makes up for it.
In other new's, I'm considering making ANOTHER soulsborne crossover. However, I don't know what I want to do for this story. Should I do Dark Souls, Bloodborne or try my hands with Sekiro? By the way Sekiro is awesome and is SO F***ING HARD I LOVE IT. I would rank it my third favorite souls game right now, ahead of Dark Souls 1 and before Dark souls 3.
Before I get on with this, I wanna talk about something that recently happened. Yes, I'm talking about Endgame. The biggest movie of all time (so far). Here is my reaction.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
That is accurate.
Anyway's, this is the chapter where things start turning REAL messed up. I mean like Game of Thrones level of messed up. Speaking of, have you been watching? Shit's been going down!
But anyway, lets get on with reviews!
Ruberforumfree: Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe...
Dracus6: Funny story actually. I was actually originally going to do that! I had a story in planning but then I remembered that the Rwby/Bloodborne crossover is practically overdone. There's so many of them that It would just kinda be redundant to add anymore at this point. So I went with this instead.
Neema Amiry: Awwwww Yeaaaah
Axccel: Exactly my thinking! Good thinking
Kill King: No. No you do not.
With that done, let's get this on the road!
*EDIT* I'm editing all the previous chapters in order for this story to be...well, good.
Ahh, a new face, are you? And an accomplished hunter... it would appear. I am Valtr, Master of the League. Members of the League cleanse the streets of all the filth that's spread about during the hunt.
Like any half-decent hunter ought to, you know? Haven't you seen enough of the wretched beasts, freakish slugs, and mad doctors? Sentence these fiends to death. With the help of your League confederates.
What do you say? Why not join the League?
The morning sun rose quietly on that day. It was a cool day out, the sun providing extra levels of warmth for the populace as they went about their daily duties. The merchants bargained, the cleaners cleaned, the cooks prepared meals, the servants began to work on the daily chores, and King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule rose out of bed with a yawn. As he began to clothe himself in his royal garments, he could not help but feel...off. Physically he was in good health, his humors were in balance and he knew that he was not with fever. No, his ill feeling was that of a mental sort. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why he felt this way, but he felt that something bad had happened.
His thoughts immediately went to his daughter, Princess Zelda. He knew that she thought ill of him and he could hardly blame her. In hindsight, forcing her to build that connection and nearly destroying any happiness she had in order to defeat the calamity was a horrible thing to do to his own daughter. He regretted it heavily, but he knew he had to do it. He only hoped that she would one day understand the needs of putting the kingdom first before anything else. He did that with the Calamity, he did that with his brother.
Rhoam scowled as he washed his face, his brother was always a sore spot for him. The man had gone mad once he took the throne, and he would remove anyone who dared opposed him from their lives. Most people that fought the Mad King simply disappeared, never to be seen again. The rumors where that he was sacrificing his enemies to some dark god, but Rhoam never took stock in rumors. He wanted facts and he never found any evidence of a cult that his brother lead.
He should have killed his Brother all those years ago after the coup. It had to be done, but his wife stopped him. Imelda was the best women for him. When he was stern she was exuberant, when he raged she charmed, when he would shout she would silently stab with words. She was a master at the "game", while he was not. Turns out that marriage was a benefit for both of them, on top of actually loving each other.
Which meant that losing her to his damned brother was the hardest thing he'd ever been through.
The King sighed as he exited his room, fully dressed in his regal attire and headed for the throne room. Duty called for now, he supposed. The walk to the throne room was a quick one, and once he sat down on the throne the daily court began. Silently he listened at peoples pleas and suggestions from the officials, all the same.
As he was finishing up a discussion about a new tax policy in effort to rebuild the marketplace well, a soldier barged through the doors. Out of breath, he continued running straight for the king. "S-Sire!" He hastily kneeled before him. Despite his exhaustion, the soldier still showed proper etiquette for the king.
"What is the meaning of this interuption! Speak now or I'll through you into the dungeons!" Rhoam hollered at the solder. Said soldier flinched for a second, but recomposed himself and began to speak. "Princess Zelda has returned with the champions!"
"What? I thought they wouldn't be back for another week. Is what you are saying true?"
"Yes Sire! They...have children with them...starved children...and a man in a coat and scythe! Th-They bring urgent news!"
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"So your telling me that an Insane wizard is conducting experiments on kidnapped people with a plague that transforms men into horrible beasts...and this 'Hunter' may be the only one who can stop him?" Zelda nodded to her father, confirming what she had heard earlier.
"I swear upon my life Father, what we are saying is the truth."
"Forgive me Daughter for not finding that entirely believable." Before Zelda could protest, Rhoam stood up from his chair in the council room, where they had relocated for this private discussion, and stepped towards Idris who stood in the back. Rhoam began to size up the Hunter, examining him like a gnat. The Hunter was unfazed however, and simply stared back.
"How do I know that you haven't bewitched my daughter and my champions into believing your story? Perhaps you are an assassin from Lorule or Calatia, or even Koridai!" The King did bring up a fair point. All three of those kingdoms had it out for Hyrule, although Lorule had less motive considering the trade alliance with Hyrule for Lumber, as Lorule existed in snowy plains and was quite cold most of the time. Calatia was a land of lawlessness, with mercenary's ruling the vast deserts and mountains of the land and the 'monarch' of the country always desired Hyrule's Throne, if you could call a mercenary conqueror a monarch. Koridai was simply known as Hyrule but worse. Both of those countries had motive for sending an assassin.
"If I truly was an Assassin, Lord Rhoam, I would have simply killed you as soon as possible and without dealing with your champions." Idris responded, his voice toneless. "Rest assured, I am here to help you and your kingdom survive this new Scourge."
"And another thing, what is this 'beastly scourge' that you speak of? All I know is that you call it a plague. Well, what type of plague is it?" The king demanded. Zelda made the motion to stop her father, but Idris spoke before she could do anything.
"A plague of madness and insanity. Once contracted, the scourge chips away your mind, replacing it with bloodlust until you have nothing left. Then you transform into the most horrid beasts imaginable." He paused for a second, only a second, before continuing. "A single infection of this disease will wipe out a city. Unless it is purged through fire and blood, nothing will survive."
Once he finished, he pulled out the molted faces and flesh he had removed from the abomination he had slain. "If you desire more proof, I am sure your daughter could testify where this came from." Idris threw the pound of flesh at the feeto f the king, who regarded it with sickened silence.
Quiet reigned. Deafening quiet. Rhoam and Zelda, the only other people in the room besides Idris, stayed silent. Zelda knew this already, but stayed silent out of terror. Rhoam had his eyes wide open, aghast with the future horror that could befall upon them. A plague that could destroy a city with only one infected man, woman or child? What would happen if it spread across the entire continent? The world perhaps? Rhoam composed himself, and spoke. "I...have misjudged you Sir Hunter. I offer my apologies."
"Think nothing of it. I too would have threw it aside." Idris walked over to the table and sat down on one of the chairs. "The plague is here in Hyrule but under the control of a madman. I know not how he is controlling it, but Zant, whomever or whatever he is, must die. He is a threat to all life."
"Then we offer you all of our support." Zelda spoke up. Rhoam looked at her for a moment, but considered what she was saying and agreed.
"Whatever aid you need, we shall give you. But I must ask you...kneel." Idris gave a quick glance towards the king, but slowly got up and complied. "You have done a great service to my kingdom. Not only have you informed me of a new threat but you also saed my daughter and her champions. I name you Agent of Crown. You shall have special privileges and access to whatever you need. Rise, Sir..."
"Idris."
"You have no last name?"
"None that I remember."
"Very well, rise Sir Idris." Commanded Rhoam. Idris then stood up, and bowed before his new King.
"My thanks Milord...I will need a small area in the castle grounds, abandoned and large. I also will need a map of the city." Idris spoke quickly. As he rose out of his chair, he made his way out of the chamber.
"For what purpose, Sir Idris?" Zelda asked, now using his new title. Idris looked back at the royals, and chuckled.
"For training. We will need new hunters after all."
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Idris grumbled as he searched the chest. The Hunter's dream would soon be pulled into the waking world now, all he had to do was get presentable. The rag's he wore called the Harrowed garb, Crowfeather Manchettes, Old Hunter Hat and Old Hunter Leggings was not the ideal image he wished to pull off now. He fished out the desired attire, and after giving himself some privacy, changed into his new look. He found that the Tri-corn Hunter hat fit well with the armor of the Cainhurst knights, the gloves of the Choir and the boots and leggings of his old mentor Gehrman. He wondered whether Gehrman, in some capacity, still lived. He hoped so, the man deserved better. But Idris knew better. The First Hunter had died long ago and would never return. Such is life, woe is him, he couldn't give two shits anymore about most things. That's what Yharnum will do to anyone, break them.
As the Hunter stepped out of the workshop, he walked down to the graves. The Doll was cleaning one of then, a simple grave.
Eileen, Hunter of Hunters
Teacher, Warrior, Friend.
May she fly in better skies.
"Good Hunter, you have finished your changing." The doll said as she stood up. Idris nodded to her before kneeling down and aiding with the cleaning. The two of them did this, for every grave in the dream. Remove any twigs, vines, dirt, etc. Take a rag, soak it in soap, clean the grave. Simple, methodical, cleansing of the mind. Once they finished this duty, the two of them shared an understanding nod, before returning to the workshop for tea. They passed the Messengers, the little ones, who cried and moaned with admiration and love for their masters. The ones in the fountain bath raised small items to trade for the echoes of blood Idris would collect.
The tea was hot, the way both of them liked it. As they drank their tea, the Doll inquired "What ail's you, my hunter?"
"The Future." Idris answered. "The Hunt begins again in the land. Only this time over the search of a madman who wishes to find the Eldritch Truth. How he wishes to do this I know not, but he must die."
"And you shall achieve this goal as well, like all other goals you have achieved."
"Aye, but this feels different." Idris stood up and stared into the fog of the dream, straight at the large pillars that rose up into the sky for eternity. He wondered, what where those pillars? Are they tree's perhaps, trees into another world? Perhaps they are simply pillars, decorum for this dream. Or perhaps they were other Dreams and Nightmares as well. It mattered not to Idris at the moment.
"A storm is coming to Hyrule. I feel it. Something is rising to take the land and infect it with it's sickly rotten pus. Whether it be men or beasts I don't know, perhaps both? All I know is that Hyrule will be facing death soon, and I may be the only one capable of standing in it's way."
"You will not be alone, Good Hunter." The Doll gently took Idris's hand. "I know not what Storm you are foreseeing, but I know that you will face it. You have become the First Hunter now, and it is your duty to guide a new hunt. Perhaps this new hunt of yours will save rather that destroy."
"I hope so my friend...I hope so.
Across the Seas
Calatia
Captain Volga of the Red Fire Army was not a happy man right now. No, he was not. Then again, finding out your favorite whore's been fucking your lieutenant for the past 4 months would get anyone mad. He'd just made sure that the man wouldn't betray him again. Castration by Dragon Fire was very Very painful. And Sarly's punishment was less, only because he liked her. 1 week without food and a simple glass of water. The blistering heat in her jail room would ensure her loyalty.
No, Volga was not a man one would want to anger. Which was why he was in his office, having just gotten some stress out by killing a prisoner and fucking another one of his girls before returning to his office for more work. Making war plans, ordering more supplies, trade, the usual.
A footstep nearby, in his office, and Volga immediately pulled out his knife and rolled out of his chair. "Whoever's fucking there better show themselves or I'll gut ya shit hole up so far you'll need a tube of bamboo to soil yourself!"
Silence, silence for only a second. "Fear not Volga, Dragon of Calatia. We are not your enemy."
"Oh, and why the hell y'here, eh? Gonna suck my cock for free?"
"Nothing so crude...rather we have an offer for you." Out of the shadow's stepped two people. "Forgive our actions...we wished to speak with you alone. I am Zant and my companion is Girahim." The second man Girahim, A pale man with a red cloak and fancy white clothing underneath, smirked as his tongue slithered outside and licked his own lips. "I have heard of you and your company, the finest and most numerous men and soldiers in the world. You lead an army of men so large that you have conquered kingdoms."
"Yeh, you a fan?"
"Of sorts." Girahim answered. "We have a proposition for you. We wish to conquer the Kingdom of Hyrule."
"...Hehehehe...HahaHAHAHAHA!" Volga continued to laugh at the two men, the masked freak and the pale one. "Hehehehe...oh that's rich, very rich indeed!"
"Trust us Volga, this is no jest. We will provide you and your men with enough ships to transport all you need for the conquering of Hyrule. In return, you will provide the bulk of our army."
"And why th' hell ya need an army for? Little practical joke?" Zant and Girahim shared a grinning glance at each other and turned back to Volga.
"Let us say that we both have motivation for this. If you need further convincing..." Girahim then snapped his fingers and with a shimmer of black light, a small chest appeared. He gestured to Volga to open it, and the red dragon knight complied. His eyes widened when he saw the riches inside.
"That is more than enough to purchase a manor for your own. Work with us and we shall pay you this monthly."
Volga turned to the two, and a wild grin broke out as he sheathed his dagger. "Well Alright then! When do we start?"
With that, thanks for reading! Hope you all have a fantastic day.