THE WAIT IS OVER, MY FRIENDS!
I'm back to bring you guys yet another epic addition to the Derp Saga. As well as some amazing news.
Not long ago, an awesome reader named TheStrahl informed me that he loved the story so much that he drew some awesome Fan Art of our dear Prophet of Demacia. I want to say that I am extremely grateful that you decided to do something like that for this story. Never thought it'd be so good as to inspire any kind of fan art.
If you guys want to check the picture out, check out his deviant art at "TheStrahl98".
Again, really appreciate the work, bro. :)
Now that's out of the way, let me address a few...
Comments that caught my eye
Guest- The god of the dark sun will be a difficult opponent. But this I foresee will be less of a battle of strength and more of a battle of skill, versatility and convictions. All our prophet needs is to get in close and get one good solid hit with a blade right through the heart. Whilst Gwyndolin is a powerful god and son of Gwyn he is no war god. Illusions are his domain and he will use them to the utmost degree.
I did hold some hope that he and the prophet would be friends. But Gwyndolin being who he is will have a strong loyalty to his father. One will seek to fuel the first flame to save the gods and the other will seek to break the cycle to save all. I said it before and I'll say it again, however this battle will go, it will be a battle of convictions.
My Response- This guys said it best. The encounter between the prophet and Gwyndolin won't be as simple as "hey, lets team up, dark sunny!". Everybody's had it rough in Lordran and I can only imagine for someone like Gwyndolin that its been a tough ride keeping everything together. So with him dealing with the prophet, someone who just up and appears and suddenly has some plan to end it all, will definitely be a huge dilemma for both him and everyone else in Anor Londo.
And as a little side note to everyone, I believe that Gwyndolins powers were massively underplayed in the game. I mean he's covering the entirety of Lordran in sunlight and potentially has the power to create an illusion of anyone or anything he wishes. Of course I realize that his abilities will have limits, but who's to say that in trying to maintain the illusion of power over Anor Londo (I.E. keeping things sunny and the city full of illusionary Knights and keeping the bat wing demons under control.) that he was not able to actually show the full extent of his abilities. Just something to think on.
Guest- Ever thought about giving our prophet a familiar. I know that term sounds weird but to my understanding it means magic pet or servant. Maybe Velka can give him a crow for a companion. Said crow could be helpful like seeing through it's eyes like how Bran Stark did in Game of Thrones. Or maybe he can pick up some other creature, though I'd personally go with the crow though maybe a magic size changing crow so it can grow big enough for him and the others to ride on. Just an idea that I though I should voice.
My Response- For anyone whose wondering, I fully plan for the prophet to have a sort of pet along with hi in his journey. But I'm going to give it a bit of time to put some thought into it cause there are a lot of potential creatures that fit the bill.
Guest- You know when Ancient Dragon scale pops up. I think of Dark souls 3 with random bits of said creature hoping up out of nowhere to do huge damage. Now that I think about it, it kinda reminds me of a Stand from Jojo's bizarre adventure. Or Nero's arm from Devil may cry 4, maybe turn said scale into a gauntlet and presto, you have giant ethereal Dragon like stand that's basically a mash up of Nero from devil may cry with his devil trigger and jotaro from Jojo's bizarre adventure with his stand Star Platinum. It's perfect!
My Response- Trust me, bro. I am a huge fan of the Twinkling Dragon Torso and the Twinkling Dragon Head Stone from Dark Souls 3. And I very much have plan for them a little further down the way. I don't want to spoil anything, so I'll just say this about it...
The Prophet isn't the only badass without a destiny. :)
Alrighty, bro. That's all I got for ya this time. Hope you all enjoy the read.
Warning: This chapter may or may not be a mimic in disguise. It is advised to use a Lloyds Talisman before reading.
The merchant was glad that he had chosen to place himself at the very edge of Firelink Shrine. With his back against the old withered tree, he had a clear view of every individual coming and going in the shrine with no possibility of any deceivers getting close without his notice. And speaking of deceivers...
Watching the cleric give his little sob story, the merchant found himself somewhat irritated. He may not have been the most innocent man in the world, but he was indeed still a man of business. So having someone try and pull the wool over his eye's about anything was something of a pet peeve of his and by the aggravated look in that gloomy fellows eye's, he would guess that he did not like being lied too either.
As the heavy set man finished his little tale and approached them with the intent of using the bonfire, the merchant could see the Fire keeper slowly ease her way towards that glowing mark on the ground, no doubt to try and bring her little prophet here to save the day.
"Well, we can't have that happening, now can we." the merchant thought to himself before quickly standing to his feet.
"Oh, my word. What happened to you, friend?" the merchant said as he rushed towards the cleric side and placed one of his hands around his hip and the other on his shoulder. Seemingly trying to help him forward. "You look as if you've just been to hell and back."
This action most certainly threw both the Crestfallen Knight and the Firekeeper for a loop. Causing the latter to look at him in confusion, while the former simply gave a raised eyebrow.
"What are you-?" the Knight started.
"Why, I'm trying to help our friend here, of course. Can't you see the injuries he's sustained?" the merchant interrupted abruptly. "I highly doubt that this is the time to be questioning me when he is in such dire straits."
Hearing this, Petrus found himself thinking that something was definitely off about the way this man was acting. He was not this friendly with him when they were together before. But regardless, even if he was not suspicious, the thought of some dirty vagrant touching him sent a shiver of disgust up the Clerics spine.
"Release me!" Petrus commanded in an angry tone as he shrugged the merchant off his body "I'll be in perfect condition once again after I use the bonfire."
"Fine, fine. Was only trying to give you a bit of help. No need to get all excited." the merchant said as he steadily began to backstep away form the cleric with one of his hands placed slightly behind his hip, giving both the Crestfallen Knight and the Firekeeper a good look as too why he was behaving so cordially. "Um, Anastacia, was it? Now might be a good time to call upon your little protector, before this idiot realizes he's just been duped."
"What?" was all that Petrus could say before the Crestfallen Knight suddenly rushed forward from his seated position.
Moving with a refined grace, the Knight quickly sent his blade towards the clerics body. Purely acting on the panic of suddenly being attacked , Petrus raised his shield to block the incoming blow. Unfortunately for him, the Crestfallen Knight was quick on his feet and recovered swiftly from his deflected attack, placing a firm kick against the shields face, knocking it to the side and out of the way, before cutting into the clerics exposed leg.
"GAAH!" Petrus screamed in pain as he fell to one knee.
Seeing this opening, the Crestfallen Knight capitalized on his attack by bashing his shield square into the clerics nose, causing both the Merchant and Anastacia to flinch as a very audiable crack sounded through the shrine along with another scream of pain from Petrus as he fell to his back.
"Ouch. I know that hurts." the merchant said with a bit of a mocking grin on his face.
Just as the cleric recovered from the spiking pain he felt, the Crestfallen Knight moved forward and placed the tip of his blade directly at his throat.
"Don't move." the Knight dead panned.
"Ugh, you backstabbing bastard!" Petrus said as blood began pouring from his nose and he reached a hand towards his belt. "You think you can just-"
Feeling nothing at his side, the cleric voice suddenly went silent and his eye's grew wide with surprise.
"Lose something?" the merchant said as he tauntingly waved a small talisman in his hand.
"How did-?" Petrus started before the thought of how unusually close and chummy the merchant was behaving not a minute before. "You little thief!"
"Heh, heh, its not my fault you were careless." the merchant said with a smile and shrug of his shoulders, then turning his attention towards the somewhat stunned Firekeeper once again. "Keeper, don't stand just stand there taking in the view. Hurry and call your little friend here. I'm sure he would like to have a word with his cleric."
"O-oh, um, right.." Anastacia said as she placed a hand over the summoned sign along the ground.
The Catacombs
Walking free from a small opening right before Pinwheel's lair, Reah, Vince and the Prophet continued on into a dark open area that held the countess skeletal remains of knights along the ground.
Knowing that there was a small trio of Skeletal wheels a little further along the way, the prophet stopped in his tracks and quickly placed the giant skeletons Murakumo into his satchel, before turning to his current traveling companions.
"The creatures that lurk here are not to be taken lightly. We only barely escaped their grasp on our way here." Reah warned. "You have a strategy to get past them, I assume."
"Don't need a strategy when I have these." the prophet said as he reached into his satchel and retrieved two bleach white bones. "They're called homeward bones, perfect for whenever you need to get back somewhere quick or feel the need to completely puss out. They'll take you directly back to the bonfire you last visited. You two are going to use them and get back to Firelink Shrine, while I go speak to a certain anti-social skeleton about creating me some new gear with Pinwheels mask. Its a plan completely free of flaws."
"Um, I'm sorry to say this, Prophet, but we have never used any bonfire. Much less the one located in Firelink Shrine" Reah responded. "I do not believe your items will be able to help us escape this place."
At hearing this, Kaylen immediately face palmed, remembering that due to the confrontation they had when first meeting, the group was never able to use the bonfire.
"You guys are just determined to make my job hard, aren't you?" the prophet said in slight annoyance. "Okay, new plan. You two come with me to speak with Vamos. After that, I'll help guide you guys through the Catacombs the old fashion way back to Firelink Shrine. And the first thing you two are gonna do when we get there is use the bonfire. I mean, seriously, you guys couldn't even beat Pinwheel and you have the balls to attempt a No bonfire speedrun."
"Um...What's a Speed run?" Reah question in a very confused tone.
"Never mind." Kaylen said waving off the question. "Lets just get this escort mission on the road and hope that-"
"Prophet, we need your help!" a voice suddenly echoed in Kaylen's mind.
"Anna?" the prophet said suddenly as he felt a small tug begin to pull at his very being. Quickly understanding that he was being summoned and that his friend was possibly in danger, the prophet hastily retrieved the blessed Sword of Astora from his satchel and proceeded to walk forward before roughly shoving it into Vince's chest, gaining a small grunt from his body .
"Oof!" Vince grunted at the prophets sudden action, reflexively grabbing onto the blades hilt. "Hey, why did you-?"
"Listen to me. This blade has a divine blessing attached to it. Keep it close just in case anything happens while I'm gone." the prophet explained hastily, clearly in no mindset to be questioned.
"Wait, what?" Vince said, baffled by this sudden instruction. "While you're gone? I don't-"
"Stay here out of sight until I get back." the prophet hastily instructed. "Don't take any risk and don't make any noise."
"Why are you telling us this. Aren't you coming with-"
The Priestess didn't get a word further before the prophet literally turned around and took a single step forward, his entire body faded away right before their very eye's.
Firelink Shrine
Allowing himself to be pulled along by the small force he felt, the prophet could not help but feel a slight twinge of guilt at leaving Reah and Vince alone with that pitiful amount of guidance. But if Anastacia suddenly felt the need to call for his help, then he wouldn't waste a single second trying to explain to them why he had to move.
Feeling his body begin to take form once more, the prophet quickly stood up from the kneeling position he found himself in and summoned fireball in each of his hands as he quickly began to scan the area around him.
"Don't worry, Anna." the prophet said immediately. "Everything's going to be-. Oh."
Suddenly, the would-be savior found himself a little surprised to see that the Crestfallen Knight stood over a bloody nosed Petrus, while the merchant stood with his back leaned against the old withered tree looking quite pleased with himself.
"Well, look who's finally decided to join us." the merchant said with a scoff at the prophet's dramatic entrance. "As you can see, the problems already been taken care of."
Banishing the flames from his hands, the prophet found himself relived as Anastacia quickly rushed to his side.
"Anna, are you alright? Did he do anything to hurt you?" the prophet said as he quickly glanced over the Keepers body for any signs of injury.
"No, I'm fine." Anna reassured her friend, relieved to have him here with her. "The Merchant and Knight protected me to the best of their abilities."
Turning his attention to both the merchant and the Crestfallen Knight, the prophet was surprised to receive a brief nod of the head and a grin from the crafty dealer and a deadpanned, yet confirming look from the Knight. Both of which brought a new level of respect and trust for both of them.
"Good work, guys. I knew I could count on you when the time came round." the prophet said, returning to his much more casual demeanor.
"Well now, don't go offering thanks to me just yet. I don't risk my life for free, you know." the merchant said with a fiendish smile on his face. "This little favors going to cost you quite a bit, boy. But we can discuss the details of your payment later. For now, we should deal with the matter of what to do with this lout."
"Do you even need to ask?" the Crestfallen Knight said in a low serious tone. "He's dangerous and clearly doesn't have an issue with harming others. He die's here and now."
"Ugh, wait just damn a moment. I haven't done anything to any of you." Petrus said. "Was it not you who attacked me?"
"You can stop with the games, Petrus. We know exactly what you did in the Catacombs." Kaylen said. "How you intended to leave Reah and the others to die."
"I...I don't know what you're-" Petrus started.
"No point in lying. I saved them, jackass. They'll be back here safe and alive soon enough." the prophet said. "There's no way to talk yourself out of this one."
There was a brief pause as the cleric looked into the prophets eye's with a mixture of resentment and contemplation.
"We all know he's guilty." the merchant added. "Why are we even having this discussion. Lets just kill him and get it over with."
It was at this moment, that Anastacia felt the need to join in on the conversation.
"Wait. Must we truly kill him?" the keeper said gently. "A-After all, he did help when the time called for it. Should we not seek an alternative?"
It was a weak argument, she knew. But she would rather their not be any blood shed if it could be prevented.
"Anna, he didn't do that to help anyone. He did it out of a need to defend his crazy beliefs." the prophet said calmly. "This mans dangerous fanatic. We should just deal with him now and be done with it. Otherwise, he could become a problem for us later."
Looking back at the bloody Cleric, Anastacia could not help but feel a twinge of guilt at watching another human being treated in such a manner. Though she did not exactly appreciate his previous actions or his presence, there was not a single part of her that wished to see another person cut down like some animal like this.
"Prophet...This..does not feel right." Anastacia said meekly yet assuredly. "Should we not hold ourselves above needless killings? I-If he helped me, then does that not mean there is still some good in him?"
"Anna, I know how you feel, but-" the prophet started.
"What's wrong, boy?" Petrus interrupted. "Afraid to show your true colors in front of your keeper?"
"Stay out of this, Petrus." the prophet said irritated.
"Stay out of it? My life is on the line right now." the cleric said. "Am I to just remain silent until you decide to slit my throat?"
"Don't talk as if you're a victim in all this." the prophet said. "Your a coward who left his charge behind to be slaughtered."
"No, child. I simply did what I could with a bad situation." Petrus said, defending himself.
"What did you just say?" the prophet responded, almost feeling as if Petrus had just insulted his intelligence.
But didn't say this to convince Kaylen of anything. He did it to convince the Keeper. After saying such minor words as this, one look into Anastacia's tender hearted little eyes was all he need to know that she was his ticket out of this. So, giving only a slight cough beforehand, Petrus was quick to deliver his version of what happened in the Catacombs.
"You say that I left Reah and her compatriots behind. This is true, but what choice did I have? Stay behind and perish alongside them?" Petrus explained, a well of idea's springing forth from his mind. He knew that the key to getting out of this was to appeal to the keepers sense of morality and that the boy is too much of a fool to make the hard choices with her in opposition. "You've spoken with M'lady before, have you not? She's stubborn, demanding, unwilling to see the reality of things. The little maiden is little more than a hindrance in battle, but still I pushed forward at her side. I protected her as a favor to her family, you see. A promise kept to a dying mother."
"You have got to be kidding me." the prophet said with a disbelieving look on his face.
"Just get to your point, Cleric." the Crestfallen Knight said impatiently and with just as much annoyance as the prophet.
"My point is this. I was to protect M'lady, yes, but there is only so much that I could have handled. Neither of her friends were worth their salt with a blade and we were out numbered three-to-one down there. It was only a matter of time before the tide turned against us." Petrus explained, purposefully adding in a bit of sadness to his tone. "Maybe I should have tried harder to protect them. But can you really blame me for what happened?"
"That is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard." the prophet exclaimed, knowing full well that the Cleric was downplaying his desertion of his allies immensely. "Please tell me none of you actually buy into this crap."
At this, the prophet was surprised to be met with a handful of faces that held the look of contemplation and doubt.
"Wait. You guys can't let him trick you like this." the prophet said.
"Trick them? Has anything I said been a lie or deception?" Petrus continued as he turned his gaze toward the warrior who held a blade to his throat. "You. Knight. For what purpose do you seek to end my life in the first place? Have you really fallen under that boys thumb so far that you would kill an innocent man at his word?"
The Crestfallen Knight paused momentarily at hearing this. Now that the question was being asked, why was he attacking the Cleric? He didn't care about some Priestess and her friends being betrayed, and he certainly didn't care whether they died or not. So what was he fighting for right now?
"And you, merchant. Did I not offer you aid when your were faced with those three men from before? True, it was not solely based on just helping you out of the kindness of my heart, but I did help you. So what reason do you have for attacking me and stealing my talisman?"
At hearing this, the merchant lost the smug grin he was wearing not a moment ago. But whatever thoughts he had on the matter were kept to himself as the Cleric moved on the next individual standing in the shrine.
"Keeper, please." Petrus said in an almost apologetic tone. "I did everything I could to help M'lady. You wouldn't let them kill me when I have done nothing to deserve such a punishment, would you?"
At this, Anastacia's eye's turned towards the ground, unable to face the clerics pleading eye's.
"M-Maybe...Maybe he...I-I mean, this isn't right, prophet. How we're doing this." Anastacia added. "Perhaps this is all just a misunderstanding. Maybe...he deserves another chance."
"What?!" the prophet said in disbelief. "This guy is-"
The prophet got no further in his words before the Crestfallen Knight suddenly sheathed his blade and slowly returned to his seated position.
"Crest? What are you doing?" the prophet said.
"I don't care about whatever grudge you have against that cleric. I'm not here to settle your disputes. As long as he poses no threat to me or to the woman, then he is no concern of mine." The Knight said plainly. "If you want him dealt with, then deal with him yourself."
"Thank you for being a reasonable sort, warrior." Petrus said with a somewhat smug grin and he slowly got up from the ground and retrieved his mace. "I'm glad we could-"
"Enough of your words, Cleric. Do not think me a naïve fool." the Crestfallen Knight said. "I let you live simply because there is no purpose in killing you. But continue to speak to me in a condescending tone like that and I may yet find one."
The cleric certainly didn't appreciate a response like that, but decided to count himself lucky that he was able to turn the situation in his favor. And seeing the infuriated look on the boys face was just the icing on the cake.
Walking next to him to move towards the merchant and regain his talisman, Petrus could not suppress a conceited grin as he heard the boys next words.
"We're not done here, Petrus." the prophet said. "I'm not just going to let you-"
"Child...grow up. Your schoolyard heroics won't get you anywhere here." Petrus mocked. "Or do you expect me to believe you'll actually make a move with your keeper at your side?"
Hearing this, the Prophet clenched his jaw and his eye's darkened as he realized how Petrus was using Anastacia's presence against him.
"You son of a bitch." the prophet growled, though not making a move against the Cleric.
"Heh, that's what I thought. Now..." Petrus said, turning towards the merchant who stayed leaning against the withered tree. "Return to me what is mine."
"Eh? What are you talking about, Cleric?" the merchant said in mock confusion.
"My talisman. Return it to me." Petrus demanded.
"Sorry. I haven't seen any talisman of yours." the merchant said with a shrug. "But if you're in the market for one, then you're in luck. I happen to have one left in my stock and I'd be happy to sell it to you at the reasonable price of six thousand souls. Nee hee hee hee..."
Now this actually managed to cause Petrus to lose his composure somewhat.
"You thieving scum. You expect me to pay you for what is mine?!" Petrus said angrily. "If you think I'll give you even a single soul then-"
"Ah, ah, ah, careful now. Wouldn't be smart to cause trouble here or this place might end up being you grave." the merchant said smiling, turning a shifty eye towards the vexed prophet and the seated Knight who watch on with a steely gaze. "Now, I'm not here to chit-chat, Cleric. If you want a talisman, you pay. We talk business or we talk nothing at all. Its as simple as that."
"I'm going to rip your-"
"Hey, merchant." the prophet interrupted, a small idea coming into his mind. Maybe not one of his smartest moves in the overall scheme of things, but he felt it would be worth it. "I'll pay seven thousand if you give the talisman to me instead."
"What?!" the cleric said.
"You've got a deal, kid." The merchant said with a victorious look in his eye. He might not have had a reason to fight the Cleric himself, but he was definitely not about to let an opportunity to gain a great deal of souls pass him by. If the boys need to spite the Cleric gains him even more than he intended, then so much the better. Besides, returning the trinket back to its owner is quite the foolish gesture anyway. Not to mention that, in his personal opinion, the Cleric was a bit of an ass.
Quickly closing his eye's and wiling the souls from his body, it took only a moment before a great many white wisp began swarming out of the prophet body and into the open palm of the Merchants hand, forming into a somewhat large ball of light, which was immediately crushed in his palm and absorbed into his flesh.
"Ah, thank you kindly." was all the merchant said before tossing the small talisman to his current buyer.
FWOOSH
"NO!" Petrus shouted as the Prophet quickly snatched the trinket from the air and immediately set it ablaze, burning it to cinders in seconds.
"Ahhh, souls well spent. Am I right, Petrus?" the prophet said with a clear look of satisfaction written on his face. "Good luck surviving without your little miracles to help you out. Bet it sure would be nice if you had a couple friends to help watch your back, eh?"
After seeing his talisman burned to cinders in his hand, the Cleric found himself glaring madly at the disrespectful child before him, almost baring his teeth in fact.
"You're going to regret that, boy." Petrus growled.
"Really? Your threatening me? Petrus, I don't think you get it." the prophet said as he walked forward until he was standing directly in front of the Cleric. "The only reason your walking away right now is because I care about Anna more than I want to see you pay."
"Oh, really?" Petrus said just low enough that only the prophet would be able to make out his words clearly, a disturbing smile making its way across his lips. "Well then, I'll be sure to come back and show her just how grateful I am for her help in keeping me alive."
At hearing this, the prophets face glazed for a split second, before his eye's darkened in anger and a deep frown came across his lips.
"This son of a bitch is threatening Anna right to my face." the prophet thought to himself, his rage rising even further at the prospect. "I have enough power to blow away a dragon. With that kind of strength, I won't take me even a second to kill someone as weak as him. Anna will understand once I explain it to her, but right now, I'm ending this."
Eyeing the Cleric threateningly, the prophet ever so slowly allowed his black flames to seep to the surface, intent on ending him with one decisive attack.
That is, until he felt a hand softly wrap around his own. Turning to his side, the prophet was met with the Firekeeper pleading eye's, silently begging him to stay his hand. Seeing this, Kaylen could not help but instinctively calm himself down. No matter how angry he was, he never wanted to be the cause of any worry or distress for her. Though it was worthy of note that he had to release a deep breath before he calmed completely.
"No. Anna's safe. That's the only thing that matters too me." the prophet said to the Cleric as he allowed his anger to fade. "Not like you could ever get past the merchant or cresty anyway, much less even think of getting through me. Honestly Petrus, you're nothing more than a distraction at this point. Something I shouldn't even waste my time getting angry about."
Now it was, Petrus's turn to glare.
"What did you say?" the Cleric questioned angrily, though the prophet could only smile as he looked back at the Firekeeper he wished so dearly to protect and realized just how true his words actually were. To him, Petrus was a nobody, not even a blip in the grand scheme of things. For him to even be giving someone as spineless and miserable as him even a second of his time is a second that he could have spent dealing with an actual problem.
"Get the hell out of here, Haircut. Someone like you doesn't have a place here in Firelink Shrine." the prophet said turning back towards the Cleric. "And for your sake, I hope we never meet again."
Holding a dark look in his eye, the Cleric would have liked nothing more that to snap this idiotic child's neck. But he was no fool. With no allies here at his side, it would be unwise to stay here any longer than he needed too. So with a small grunt of frustration being his only response, he hastily used the Bonfire to heal his wounds and began to walk away towards the collapsed building that held the elevator.
His final thoughts being that though he could not do it now, he would make that boy suffer.
Now standing among allies and with the danger passed, the prophet relaxed slightly and rubbed the back of his head in a relaxed manner as he turned towards the others.
"Well, glad that's over." he said. "That asshole was really getting on my nerves."
"Um, yes. I-I am relieved that the matter is finished as well." Anastacia said timidly. "And...thank you for not resorting to any bloodshed, Prophet. If it can be avoided, I would prefer it if thou did not fight."
"There's no need to thank me, Anna. Never in a million years would I ever decide to choose Petrus over you for anything. As long as you're safe, then that's enough for me." the prophet responded. "Now, I have to get back to my real form in the catacombs, so I can't stay long. But I'll be coming back with Reah and the others soon."
"Right." the keeper replied with a nod of her head. "Do stay safe, prophet."
Giving her a small smile before doing so, Kaylen then closed his eye's for a moment before his entire being began to fade away and he was pulled back to his previous location. His last thoughts wondering how he was going to break the news to Reah and Vince.
"Great. Now others are coming." the Crestfallen Knight stated. "Will I never again receive a moment of peace around here?"
"Nee hee hee, this works perfectly fine for me." the merchant laughed. "If he wishes to bring me more buyers, then I welcome the compa-"
The Merchant didn't get a word further as something, or rather someone, had just fallen seemingly from nowhere just beyond the edge of the ruins. As the individual stood its body up straight, giving them all a clear view of what it was they were looking at, it took on the form of a woman with black feathered wings and a voluptuous figure that caused all three of them to go wide eyed with astonishment.
"His presence was just here. I'm sure of it. Where the hell has he just gone?" the Woman said to herself, before turning her eye's towards that small group of people who stood gaping at her. Immediately thinking they may be able to tell her something, she wasted no time in walking forward until she was just at the edge of the circle of which the bonfire sat and spoke.
"Greetings, humans. I come here in search of someone."
AND YOU GET A CLIFFHANGER! AND YOU GET A CLIFFHANGER! EVERYBODY GETS A CLIFFHANGER!
That's right ladies and gentlemen. We got Velka in Firelink Shrine. What's gonna happen next? Goddammit, I wish I knew.
Now before I close out I wanna address a first.
Firstly, I want to say that the reason I let Petrus live was because I kinda felt like he didn't do enough damage to the Prophet or anyone else for him to be killed off yet. It'll leave much more of an impact if he actually does something that cements in my mind that he's a crazed fanatic that needs to be stopped, but for now, he's literally not worth it. Also, I don't anyone thinking that enemies like Lautrec and Petrus are just walking off into the great unknown. I've got plans for the both of them and trust me, their going to become major threats to the Prophet and everyone around him. So don't worry about that.
The next thing I what to focus on is Anastacia. Many of you think that she's just a generic damsel in distress. I want to put everyone's mind at ease and tell you that she will most definitely be coming into her own in time. Soon enough, I plan to delve even further into her character and reveal a whole lot of dark secrets that she's kept from everyone else, but I feel like telling her story and telling how much she truly values the prophet is not something that should be rushed. But make no mistake, her role in this story will be more than just a pretty face.
And the last thing is possibly the one that I am most excited about. I'm of course talking about the very first item that the Prophet plans to create using Pinwheels mask. I have quite a few idea's in mind for what I want the new Item to be, but I would love to hear what item you guys want to see make an appearance in this story. So send in any idea's you guys might have.
But of course there are a few things ya gotta keep in mind.
1. Since its being made from mask, I think it only makes sense that what get created is another mask made up from the three others.
2. Try to keep it linked to the abilities of the other mask. Such as strength from the mask of the father, constitution from the mask of the mother and endurance from the mask of the child. But don't be afraid to add little side effects. For example, "For reasons know only to a select few, this item will forever be tainted by the blood of the family and has the ability to draw out one's most negative emotions, dissolving the differentiation between friend and foe. Use it with caution or pay the price."
(That was off the top of my head, but I think this is a pretty awesome example.)
Well, that's all I got for ya this time guys. Hope you enjoyed the read.
Review and tell me what you guys thought of the chapter. Was there not enough conflict? Did they let Petrus off to easily? I'm always looking to improve my style of writing, so don't be shy in telling my your honest thoughts about how things are going so far. As always, your opinions will have a huge effect on how this story will play out.
This is Supreme Gamer, Signing out.
P.S. I am sooooo excited to start writing Velka and Anastacia's dialogue to one another. Add that with the excitement of what I'm going to do with Pinwheels mask and I just barely contain myself. :)