Yo guys, got a new chapter of the Derp Saga hot and ready.
Just a quick message for ya, bro's. Sorry it took a bit to get this chapter ready, I literally do not have the time I use to. I try not to rush this story and to have fun with it, but a month is way to long for an Update. I'll try and make the next update a little sooner.
Here's a few comments that caught my eye
ShmokeyDaBear:At first I thought this was just a shitty plagiarism of "Why can't I just take the Ring", glad to see it becomes its own story early on, and a compelling one at that too, aside from the whole Velka Bullshit. i thought our resident prophet already had a waifu in mind? Why the fuck does a hooker-esque goddes have to get involved? I just hope it doesn't become a harem in terms of LIs, because harems are just a festering cesspool of silly emotions that have no purpose other than shitty drama and avoiding anyfor of actual bonding between the actual couple. Slow burns are the way to go, at least in my opionion.
Also in my Headcannon the sorcerer with Lautrec was one of the new Londo sealers who left because the flooding made him grow disillusioned with the disunction jumction family of gods. i thought Kaylen would ask about the dame sealer robes at the very least.
My response: I'm glad you're enjoying the story, bro. As to the comments regarding Velka, You've got nothing to worry about. I promise velka won't be just some Fan-Service type charecter whose only there for sexual moments. She's going to play a mojar role in the overall story. And as for the official Waifu, I don't wanna spoil the surprise on what I plan to do with that. :)
And with the Sealers robes, I don't think the sorcerer mattered enough for me to try to give him an actual backstory. Hope that answers all your questions, bro.
ts879:Good to see your back friend. And that you've played dark souls 3.
All I can say about this chapter is that it's preety good. but you might wanna write something more light hearted for the Next one. I mean "Why so serious?" :)
My response: Ask and you shall receive, my friend. I tried to make this chapter a bit on the more light hearted side just for you, bro. Let me know what you thought of it.
Guest: Okay, I know our prophet friend hasn't played dark souls 3 (I think) and i don't know if you mentioned this before, but could you please give hime Dark Souls 3 knowledge cause I get the feeling that will be important.
My response: I can't say whether I'll give him full Dark Souls 3 knowledge, but i can promise you that \there will be some Dark Souls 3 spells and certain items in this story, bro.
Well, thats all for comments. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter.
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For a few moments, everyone remained completely silent as the Keeper continued to hold the prophet in a fond embrace. It seemed only right that she have this moment of serenity.
Holding him close, the keeper smiled gently as a comforting feeling suddenly came over her body.
"He's feels so...warm." Anastacia thought as she closed her eye's and snuggled a bit closer to the prophet body, enjoying the toasty heat he unknowingly gave off.
After a full minute of this, it was Solaire who decided to break the monotony.
Not wanting to interrupt whatever comfort the Keeper was currently feeling, the sunlight warrior opted instead to get Oscar and Siegmeyer's attention by tapping them both on the shoulder, then pointing towards the stairs that would lead back towards the bonfire of Firelink Shrine. Giving a clear indication that it was time for them to take their leave.
The two knights gave a nod of understanding before all three of them silently made their way up the stairs and out of sight, leaving the prophet and the Keeper alone with one another.
After watching his friends make their way up the stairs, the prophet decided that maybe it was time for him to speak up and say something.
"Anna.." Kaylen said softly, causing the keeper to wake from her idle daydreaming and raise her eye's to his. "..maybe we should go topside with everyone else. I'm sure they can't wait to formally meet you."
"R-Right." Anastacia in a low voice before hesitantly releasing her hold on the pyromancers body.
Thinking that she would simply follow behind him, the prophet turned his back to the keeper and proceeded to head for the stairway.
He didn't even get two feet before he felt Anastacia quickly wrap both her arms under his right one. As the prophet turned his gaze back towards her with a brief look of surprise, she immediately turned her face away from his, not wanting him to see the somewhat embarrassed look on her face.
Fortunately for her, the prophet didn't mind her actions in the slightest.
"Well, considering what she's been through, I guess its only natural for her to want to stick close." The prophet thought with a smile.
Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, the prophet once again began walking towards the stairs with Anastacia following close behind.
Once they reach the top, all eye's immediately fell on the two newcomers. It seemed that everyone, except Petrus, had made themselves quite comfortable. The Crestfallen Knight had resumed his post off to the side looking at the two with only mild interest, the merchant sat under the large withered tree behind the bonfire and the prophets three compatriots were all sat near the bonfire.
For a time, everyone stayed completely silent as they continued to stare at the prophet and the newly freed keeper. It was so quite that you could hear the hollows moaning slightly in the distance. The Prophet didn't even need to look at Anastacia's face to know that this situation must be making her feel more than a little uncomfortable.
"Jeez, way to make things awkward, guys." The Prophet thought.
Surprisingly, the first person to work up the nerve to break the silence was the merchant.
"So this must the Firekeeper everyone's been so worked up about." the merchant said casually
"Yep, this is Anastacia of Astora." the prophet said. "Anna, I'd like to introduce you to..uh..well his names not important. He told us he prefers it if we just call him Merchant."
"I never said-" the merchant started
"Moving on." the prophet interrupted, turning towards the Crestfallen Warrior. "This fine gentleman's name is..um...just as unimportant. Everyone just calls him Cresty. But since he's my best friend, I call him Chuckles the Master of Comedy."
"I'm not your frie-" the Warrior
"And last, but certainly not least, we have my three pals." the prophet interjected. "Solaire of Astora, the sunniest warrior around."
"A pleasure to meet you, my lady." Solaire said cheerfully
"Siegmeyer of Catarina, Defender of Onions everywhere." the prophet continued
"Heh, heh, well met, fair keeper." Siegmeyer laughed
"And Oscar of Astora, who's been with me since the beginning." the prophet finished
"I remember thee from before." Anastacia said.
"Yes, I was there along side the prophet when he made his promise to you." Oscar said. "I'm glad that we were able to help you, Anastacia."
"It is nice to meet you all." Anastacia said with a small smile.
With the introductions complete, everyone seemed to grow a bit more relaxed and comfortable with one another.
"And what is your name, Sir Knight?" Anastacia asked, looking at the prophet with interest. "I would to give you proper thanks for all that you have done for me."
"Me? My name Is Kaylen, Prophet of the great land of Demacia." Kaylen said with a smile.
"Kaylen.." the Keeper said as she released her hold of the prophets arm and, with a gentle smile on her face, gave a slight bow. "..thank you for restoring me to life and.. for giving me the strength to leave my imprisonment. I swear, I will find a way to repay thee for thy kindness."
At this, the prophet rubbed the back of this head in a show of clear embarrassment before speaking again.
"You don't have you repay me for anything, Anna." The prophet said scratching the back of his head. "I was glad to help."
"But I want to. Though I am powerless, I will do all that I can to aid thee." Anastacia said as she looked the prophet directly in his eye's. "So If their is anything you want of me, you need only to ask."
As he looked into her deep blue eye's the prophet could not suppress a slight blush as he spoke his next words..
"Yeah, um, no problem. If anything comes up, I'll let you know, Anna." the prophet replied shyly. "But for now, I am in serious need of a break. Lets take a rest by the bonfire for a bit."
With that, the prophet walked towards the small fire and sat down, with Anastacia sitting on her knee's beside him. Soon after, Solaire, Oscar and Siegmeyer all took seats around the bonfire. The merchant opted to simply make himself comfortable in front of the withered old tree, as did the Crestfallen warrior off on the side.
There was a comfortable silence as the warmth of the bonfire seemed to erase any sort of fatigue any of them felt.
"So, what's the plan now, Prophet?" Solaire said "I'm sure the journey to the second bell will be a perilous one."
After giving a slight pause to collect his thoughts, the prophet gave a heavy sigh and spoke.
"Well, we have multiple paths we could take, but really only one." the prophet said cryptically. "Its actually almost funny."
"What's almost funny?" Oscar asked
"Well, now that we have the Master Key, we can actually take a shortcut that would pretty much take us straight to the second bell, bypassing all the dangers of traveling through Blighttown in the process." the prophet explained "But we're not going to do that."
"What do you mean?" Siegmeyer asked "Why would we choose to do otherwise?"
"Because two idiots somehow manage to get themselves into the most ridiculous situations I've ever heard of. First there's Griggs of Vinheim, a sorcerer who came here searching for his master Big Hat Logan and somehow managed to lock himself inside a building. How he managed to pull that off, I have no idea."
"And the second person?" Solaire asked
The second is Laurentius of the Great Swamp, a pyromancer whose trapped in deep The Depths and is about to be eaten alive by freakishly large, cannibal butchers. " The prophet said "So like I said, we have multiple paths we could take-"
"-but really only one, since we can't just leave them to their fates." Oscar said with a heavy sigh that was not unlike the prophet previous one. "I see. So we are to go back to that hollow infested township, then? "
"Not just yet. First we need to wait for Reah and her pals to arrive." the prophet said
"And who's Reah?" Siegmeyer asked
"She's a member of the way of white, who turned Undead and was sent here to-, You know what, her story is very long and complicated, so I'll go into detail about it when she gets here." the prophet said "Lets just say that their about to make a horrible mistake and I have to be here to warn them about it before it can happen. So for now, all we can do is wait for them to arrive."
Now knowing the situation, no one said a word as they all decided to do as the prophet said and wait. After a few minutes of this, the prophet decided that this would be the best time for him to bring up another matter.
"So, since we're all here. I believe that this is a perfect time to discuses something of great importance with you guys." the prophet said, gaining his friends attention. "We need to discuss what our team name should be."
Oscar immediately gave a sigh as he mentally prepared himself for the idiotic comments he knew was about to come.
"A team name?" Solaire said
"Yeah, we need something that really shows our team spirit and strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies." Kaylen said as he placed a thumb to his chin in thought. "Now what should we call ourselves? The Inquisition? Nah, too Dragon Age. Team Normandy? Nah, not enough Shepard. The Band of Hawk? Nah, we're not hardcore enough."
"Perhaps remembering past exploits could help thee." the keeper said actually trying to help. "How did you all meet?"
"How did we meet? Well, I guess that might help come up with something." the prophet said. "I guess it all started with me waking up in this huge, leaky asylum that kinda smelled like demon feet for some reason...
Firelink Shrine was quickly filled conversation and laughter as the prophet recounted his little misadventure to the keeper, throwing in some jokes and a few extras as he went along. Even the Crestfallen warrior and the merchant found themselves chuckling every now and again at some of the idiocy he had committed in the past. It seemed everyone was enjoying the moment of comfort and friendship.
Unfortunately, it was not long before all the merriment and revelry drew the attention of another Occupant of Firelink Shrine.
"Ha, you're seriously telling me you said that?" Solaire laughed
"Unfortunately, he's telling the truth." Oscar said as he smiled under his helmet. ""Three things that I love above all else." I don't think I'll ever be able to get over how ridiculous that sounded."
"Heh, heh, It sounds like it was quite the unforgettable encounter." Siegmeyer added
"So what happened next?" Anastacia said, fully invested in how the story would turn out.
"Well, after we knocked the Black Knight over the ledge, we had to fight this huge dem-"
The prophet suddenly stopped what he was about to say as his eye's fell on a very large man approaching from behind the group. Once he was within a reasonable distance from everyone, a look of displeasure made its came across the prophets face.
"Prophet?" Anastacia asked, noticing his odd change in mood. "What wrong?"
Kaylen never had the chance to answer as Petrus spoke aloud to everyone.
"Greetings, everyone." Petrus said
"Well, hello there, friend." Solaire responded cheerfully. "I do not believe we have been well acquainted."
"I am Petrus of Thorolund." the cleric said "I heard all the cheerful chatter and decided to come over here and see what it was all about."
"Well, we were just enjoying a rousing chat with one another." Solaire explained "You're free to join us if you like, Petrus."
"I really don't think thats the best idea, Solaire." The prophet said irritably
At this point, Oscar was starting to notice that his friend was being a lot less friendlier than he usually is.
"What's wrong with him all of a sudden?" Oscar thought to himself.
"Nonsense. The more the merrier." the Sunlight Warrior said as he stood up from his position on the ground. "I am Solaire of Astora. These are my friends Oscar, Siegmeyer, Kaylen and Anastacia the Firekeeper."
Oddly enough, at hearing Solaire words, Petrus gave a slight pause. As if he had just heard something that just didn't seem right.
"Did you just say she's a Keeper?" the cleric asked curiously.
At this, Anastacia hesitated for a moment before working up the nerve to stand up and approach the large Cleric herself. It was clear to all that she was more than a bit nervous about it.
"Y-Yes, I am the keeper of Firelink Shrine." Anastacia said with a bow and a small smile. "Its nice to meet you, Sir Petrus."
As soon as she declared Solaire words to indeed be true, Petrus look and the woman with the expression of strong disapproval.
"What are you doing here?" Petrus asked bluntly.
"W-Well, as Solaire said, we were just enjoying a bit of-" Anastacia started
"No, I meant what are you doing here?" Petrus said in more demanding tone. "Why are you not in your confinement where you belong?"
Completely caught off guard by this, Anastacia could not help but take a single step away from the man. It took her a moment to realize that this man must have been a member of the Way of White, who usually felt very strongly of the hierarchy established by the church. But even still, she tried her best to speak up for herself, albeit very weakly.
"I..I wanted to-" Anastacia started
"What you want is of no consequence." Petrus abruptly interrupted. "You are nothing but a tool used to carry out the will of the gods. Before that, you a nothing. Less than nothing. You were not meant to want anything. It seems you have forgotten that simple fact."
The look of distress and sadness was written all over Anastacia's face. What little self confidence she had mustered had been completely dashed by Petrus's harsh words. She no longer even had the will to hold her head high.
Seeing her return to this sad state caused all the warriors to become more than a little vexed. Even the Crestfallen Warrior and the merchant, who were usually indifferent to matters such as these, both found themselves scowling at the clerics actions.
"That's enough!" Oscar said angrily.
"That was not called for." Solaire said with a bit of aggression.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the prophet said in a outraged tone.
"You will not speak to her such a manner." Siegmeyer said, defending the keeper.
As they spoke their minds, each warrior stood to their feet and glared angrily at the cleric. Though Petrus didn't seemed effected by it in the slightest.
"So I assume that you must be the one's responsible for putting such ridiculous thoughts in this keeper head." Petrus said in an almost accusing manner. "Do you believe you are helping this woman? You have done nothing more than put her life in harms way."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Oscar said "Nothings going to happen to her."
"Imbeciles. You understand nothing." Petrus mocked "As a Keeper, her body is swarming with countless sprites of humanity. The value of her soul is immeasurable. Undead would do whatever it takes to get their hands on someone like her. That is why Keepers are usually buried out of sight where they belong. She is nothing more than a vessel who's only use is to serve the needs of the faithful. Whatever life or wants she previously had were forfeited long-"
"Shut up." the prophet practically growled through gritted teeth. His voice laced with so much contempt that it caused everyone, including Anastacia, to turn their eye's toward him, as if to make sure that it was actually the prophet who said it. What they saw made them all go wide eyed with shock.
Standing before them now, the prophet was practically seething with rage. He clenched his fist so hard that he could feel his nails digging into his palm, the air around his body shimmered and moved as if he might burst into flames at any second.
"Prophet..?" the keeper said as she looked on in utter disbelief of what she was seeing.
"I won't let you talk about her like she's some thing to be used." the prophet snarled
At seeing the prophets outrage, Petrus was indeed apprehensive of the situation he was in. But he was able to hold back any sort of fear he felt with knowing that he could blow them all away with a single attack. All he needed to do was get his hands on his talisman.
"Heh, let me? Idiotic boy." the cleric mocked as he slowly began to reach towards his belt to retrieve his charm. "You speak as if there was something you could do to stop me."
It was evident to every person in Firelink Shrine that the prophet and Petrus were going to battle. Each one would attempt to take the life of the other.
But for one person in particular, it truly hurt to watch events unfold this way...
"No...Its not...It can't be..." the keeper thought as she kept her gaze on Kaylen, her eye's beginning to tear up at the look of pure rage in his eye's. "..Whoever that is...Its not the prophet."
At that moment, memories of the kind hearted man who had rescued her ran rampant through her head.
She remembered how he promised to set her free. How he held her close and told her that she wouldn't have to be alone.
She didn't want to see him angry like this. She didn't want to see him fight, to see him kill another man. Because she knew that if she did...she would never be able to see him as the same heroic, white knight ever again. She would never again be able to put her faith and trust in him.
And she would be alone once more.
At this point, hot tears were streaming down the keepers face and her breath seemed to be stuck in her throat.
And then it happened.
The prophet took one single step forward, ready to ignite a fireball in each hand.
That was all it took.
With that single step, the Keeper saw the familiar, lonely darkness that she knew would swollow her whole. She felt the emptiness of not being able to hope for a better tomorrow.
With the despair and pain erupting from her like a volcano, she did the only thing she could think to do in this situation. She ran towards the prophet.
"STOP!" The Keeper screamed in desperation as she ran forward and wrapped her arms around the prophets body, ignoring her bodys screams of protest as the prophets heat slightly singed her. Then with the desperation still in her voice she spoke in a low, whimpering tone. "Don't do it...Please...Please just stop..."
Whatever anger the prophet felt for Petrus faded away at the sight of his friend crying her eye's out, begging and pleading for him to stop. Shocked beyond belief at how distressed she had just become, he could only stand there and watch as she wept. The outburst itself caused everyone to sit in a stunned silence for a few moments as they continued to watch the keeper to cry in the prophets arms.
Unfortunately, the first one to regain their senses was the cleric.
"Heh, fools..." the cleric mocked mentally as he reached close for his talisman. "..turning your eye's away from the enemy in battle. You will pay dearly for-"
"Petrus..." an Unfamiliar feminine voice said causing everyone to turn their attention behind the Cleric knight to see a woman dressed in white robes with a hood over her head, followed by what appeared to be two other men following close behind her. "..what's going on here?"
Well, dear reader, hope you enjoy this chapter of the story.
And before anyone says anything, the gang will be leaving Firelink Shrine next chapter. Its time to get this story rolling forward so the prophet can have a few words with the Capra, with a few surprises I've got planed for you guys of course. :)
Review and tell me what you guys thought of the chapter. I'm always looking to improve my style of write and as always, you guys opinions have a huge effect on how this story will go..
This is Supreme Gamer signing out.
P.S. Everyone get ready for the Blighttown Arc because its comin in hot.