Hey guys. Supreme Gamer here to bring you a very special sort of Just For Fun addition.

Some time ago, a reader named Ragnorak16 reached out to me and let me know that it was his/hers birthday and that they wanted to see if I was up to playing a game with them.

So long story short, we got into a little chat and play a fun little game where we sort of build a small story off of each other. Its pretty much his invader vs my Prophet. And holy hell, I was more than a little surprised by how invested I got into his invader.

So I decided that since it would be a bit of a waste to leave it alone once we were done, It would be awesome to post it up and kinda show off the crazy story we pretty much made up.

So I hope you guys enjoy it. Please keep in mind that we did this as a sort of fun game between us where one person would write one thing and then the other would write something to continue the story afterword's. The only thing I did was copy and paste most of it and change a few bits here and there to make it readable for you guys.

Also, to Ragnorak16, I know its a bit late to say it, but happy birthday, bro.

Reading Notes

*One plus two equals fish*- This is for additions Ragnorak16 made

One plus two equals fish- This is for additions Supreme Gamer made

*A invader has arrived in the world of Lordran. The invader arose from the blood red wormhole of time and space, just outside of Firelink. An undead who has seen cycle upon cycle and has long since lost faith in the gods, and who actively hunts those who he believes to have affiliation to the church of the way of white. Wearing Havel's helm, gauntlets. Black knight leggings and the chassis of Ornstein. His weapons of choice, a serrated katana that radiated lust of blood and a scythe gifted to him by the crossbreed. His amber eyes opened, the undead began his hunt.*

Sitting just along the edge of Firelink Shrine sat a lone man who held a wide grin on his face and playing with what appeared to be a somewhat thorny helmet. In comparison to the new fellow who had just arrived, this man appeared much more disheveled. His clothes were that of a common beggar, simple and patched up. He had long wild, hair that covered his eye's, hiding the satisfaction that he felt from a fresh kill. The weapons held in his person were but two simple daggers that he wielded with inhuman efficiency and a handful of throwing knives. Once he turned and his hazel colored eyes fell upon the new invader, a sinister smile crept its way across his face. He was glad they had sent another after him. The last one wasn't nearly as satisfying as he thought he would be.

*The invader merely raised an eyebrow at the strange undead.

"Strange. I thought there were others in this area." the Invader thought to himself.*

The man grin widened as he examined the newcomers weapons and armor. He could tell from a glace that this one was no pushover. So nonchalantly tossing the thorny helmet to the side, the man calmly grabbed one of his daggers from his belt and retrieved a throwing knife from his sleeve, proceeding to twirl it between his fingers before speaking.

"Hey there, Buddy. You look a little lost." the Vagrant said.

*"Quite. I'm looking for someone proclaiming themself as a prophet of Fina? A prophet of some god at the very least, have you heard of this undead?" the invader questioned.*

"Heh, heh, very surprising. Your the first red phantom I've met who only stopped by to ask for directions. You guys aren't going soft, eh?" the Vagrant mocked

*I've only come for that one's soul. I'd prefer to not shed any unneeded blood.*

"Well, search no longer, my red colored, murderous friend. Here I am. I'm the prophet of the blah-blah-blah. Im sure that part doesn't matter for someone like you."

*The Vagrant suddenly found himself being choked as the invader lifted him up by the throat.

"Really now? I'm not sure I believe you."*

Caught by surprise, the Vagrant went wide eyed at the invaders surprising speed. Think quick on his feet and seeing that this intruder was covered nearly head to toe in armor, he took a bit of a risk a stabbed at the mans fingers with his dagger. Being luck enough not to stab himself in the neck and receive a small gasp of pain from the invader before feeling his neck be released. Giving himself some space, he grinned a bit as he rubbed his neck for a moment before speaking.

"Ugh, your a bit of a rowdy one, huh? Wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. And here i was just trying to have a friendly chat." the Vagrant said

*Plucking the knife from his fingers, the Intruder spoke.

"I am a invader, but you are not my target. Your name is not the one I've seek, so I'll ask again..."

In a flash the Vagrant's neck began to trickle blood as the lifehunt-scythe cut into his neck, the Invader behind him.

"Where is Kaylen of Demacia?"*

Feeling the scythe's blade at his throat, the Vagrant at last dropped his grin. This man was different from the last invaders who came by. Which in other words meant that it was time for him to bail.

"Alright, alright, lets not do anything rash. No need to shed uneeded blood, am i right? The kids gone. Headed up to the town over yonder. Said something about getting a sword from a dragon or some nonsense. If you go there now, you just might be able to put this scythe around his neck instead of mine."

*With that, the Invaders scythe dropped from his neck.

"Good. I know the town and a shortcut."

Without another word, he went hunting his prey.*

Sitting atop the a small ledge overlooking a moderately wide area filled with a few barricades, a young pyromancer sat with the most bored look in his eye's. Turns out that cutting off a dragons tail was s hell of a lot more difficult that he thought. So after about ten tries, all of which ended with him being burned alive, he decide to climb down the ladder in the tower behind him, used a humanity to return to normal and chose to relax just a little further beyond where he first encountered the beast.

"Ugggggh, why cant just once thing be simple?" Kaylen said to himself.

*Nearby the Invader watched his target through his binoculars. Guessing he wouldn't be moving for some time he reached into his bottomless box and pulled out his Dragon Slayer Greatbow and notched an equally great arrow. He lined up his sights with the prophet's head.

"Gotcha." he whispered

The arrow soared and broke the sound barrier. Hurtling towards the prophet's head.*

THWONK

The sound of that damned bow firing off what was practically a spear resonated to clearly to the Prophets thoughts that his body had reflexivly chosen to move before his mind had even instructed it to. Allowing his body to instantly go limp and fall over the small ledge where he sat, he felt it as the spear-like arrow went soaring past him and planting itself firmly in the concrete block of the tower a little further behind.

He barely got a moments rest before the THWONK echoed through the air and another identicle arrow plated itself just a few meter off where his body was. Not wasting time attempting to find the shooter, he got to his feet and began to run deeper into the township. Knowing that he had to get out of the open.

*Like clockwork the great arrows barely missed their mark. Inch by inch they got closer as the Invader continued to adjust his aim.*

Just barely avoiding getting hit by the onslaught of arrows. The prophet managed to make it to the tower that held a bonfire and dived inside for cover, gasping for air as he placed his back against its wall.

He could head up the ladder for sanctuary, he knew. He didn't clear all the undead from the courtyard further down and the dragon was still on the bridge. So taking a deep breath, he summoned his will to create a decoy of himself using his mirage ability to run outside the tower and allow him a moment to see just who the hell was firing at him.

*The mirage was pelted with arrows. Though it still moved around.

"Illusion magic?! Then where in Izalith are you, Prophet?" the invader said as he scanned the area he last saw him.*

Doing his best not to give himself away, the prophet peaked around the corner as soon as he saw the arrows raining down on his decoy. Spotting what looked like a very intimidated red phantom.

"Holy shit, that guys decked out in gear." the Prophet said. "Somebody's clearly on new game plus or possibly even higher than that."

Putting all jokes aside, the prophet realized fully that he couldn't stay here. If there was one thing he knew about invaders, it was that they had nothing but time and who knows how many arrows this guy is packing. So he had no choice but to relocate and make him chase him somewhere else. So summoning another decoy, he planned to run out alongside it and make his way to the bride where the tauras demon previously resided. Luckly, in his attempt to acquire the drake sword, he had already killed all the hollows who would block his way. Now the only thing he had to worry about was not getting speared to death by the phantom asshole.

*The Invader kept a cool head as he tried to sense the soul of his prey. He felt the small pulse of the soul and he lined his shot accordingly to the position. Kaylen was still behind cover so he just needed to time it right.*

Taking a few breaths before making his move, the Prophet ran outside the very only a second as his decoy did. The moment his mirage took a step out of the tower did a arrow slam straight through its visage.

"Now, while he reloads." the Prophet thought to himself, moving as fast as his legs would carry him, the prophet soared out into the open, quickly putting distance between himself and the invader.

*The Invader was prepared for this, so he has notched a second arrow and had it perfectly allighned. He fired it and it made contact...with Kaylen's bits.

"Wrong head." the invader sweat dropped.*

Just as he realized where the soar arrow was heading the prophet minds screamed "Make whatever sacrifice you need too, but don't let that thing hit us, man!"

So moving faster than he ever has in his life he leapt forward and hastily pulled tge dragon crest shield from his satchel, doing this best to redirect the force of the arrow mid strike. Causing it to strike his shield, devastate his arm and send him in a wild tumble inside a small area across the bridge he was running.

Getting to his feet with an angry look in his eye, he quickly took a swig of estus to heal his broken arm and stuck his head out of the entrance he came through.

"MY REVENGE WILL BE SWIFT!" was all he could say before ducking his head back in the small area as another arrow slammed where he was just standing.

*Having enough of the snipping he hopped down a den strolled over to the Prophet's location.*

More than ready for another game of shoot the Prophet with spears, Kaylen sent another decoy out ahead of himself. But was surprised to see no arrows strike it. Sending out a few more and getting the same result, he hesitantly stuck his head out and saw that his would be attacker was headed straight for him.

"Alright then, asshole. Wanna get up close and personal, do ya?" the Prophet said pulling the large blade that he stole from the giant skeleton in the tomb of the giants, the prophet patientlt wait ed for the invader to walk through the opening so he could cut him right down the middle.

*The Invader put on a ring to take away his red glow.

"Ahh, that better." the invader said.*

"Come on, get in here, you badass looking jerk. I got a few choice words for ya. Mainly complementing you on how badass you look, but also how badly I'm gonna kick your ass." the prophet said, this conversation with himself going on for some time as he waited by the side of the entrance for his foe to walk through. Clearly, he wasn't one for stealth.

*He may not be one of stealth but he wasn't an idiot. The gauntlet fist broke out the wall the prophet was behind and began to choke Kaylen while the other hand drifted towards his katana to run him through.*

Dropping his weapon as he was suddenly seized by the throat, the Prophet released a scream of surprise as the invaders grip tightened. Not willing to just let him do as he pleased, the prophets eye's glowed a dangerous yellow as he placed his hand on the wall and, using his black flames, caused an explosion that blew straight threw the wall. The force of the explosion and the rubble that came flying at him causing the phantom to release his hold on his target.

Not even waiting for the dust to settle, the Prophet charged forward and delivered an attack identical to last directly at the invaders chest. Sending flying onto his back onto the walkway they both crossed.

Getting a good look at his enemy, the Prophet could not help but be impressed as he rubbed his throat and banished his black flames.

"Jesus. You broke through the goddamn wall just to get to me?" the Prophet said.

*The Invader got up, other than a scorch mark on his armor he was fine, not even in pain from the flames. Kaylen got a good luck of him for the first time, specifically his weapons. The Lifehunt-scythe and Bloodlust. A weapon that shouldn't exist yet.

"Yes, I did. Though, I was right. Those black flames of yours...you've made a deal with the abyss."*

"You might want to check your sources on what you think you know. No one makes deals with the abyss."

Gazing up the intruders armor up close, the Prophet was more than a little surprised to find that he was perfectly outfitted to take him on. A little to perfectly in fact...

"Pretty convenient that your gear is pretty much ideal to take me out and you don't seem all the surprised about my pyromancy. Do we have history or are you just always this prepared?"

*The second one, I suppose. This is my usual garb, that and I rarely find another undead who knows what they're doing with pyromancy." the invader said, taking off one of his gauntlets only for a massive heat wave to emerge. A pulsating pyromancy glove that was so hot the street below him was melting from the heat alone. The gauntlet goes back on. "and if you are truly kander about your pyromancy then why is it black? Are you perhaps a descendant of Manus? One with a pure dark soul?"*

The prophet would be lying if he said that what he just say didn't intimidate him somewhat. Clearly the man standing before him had considerable experience over his. Then again, time in Lordran was warped beyond recognition, so running into someone like this isn't is the realm of impossibility.

"It was a gift from a friend, I've got no obligation to tell you more than that. But i can assure you it has no connection to the abyss. But more importantly, seem like you know your way around the park with your knowledge of Manus and the dark soul. I'm a bit curious why so with your...abilities.. has decided to become a red phantom. Should i assume you've sided with Kaathe?"

*In a flash Kaylen found himself being strangled as the Invader crushed his windpipe to ash.

"Don't you dare insinuate I'm in league of any of those lying serpents." the invader hissed.*

"Guess we're done talking." the Prophet thought before Placing a hand to the invaders chest, the prophet briefly summoned his black flames again to blow him backward. He knew the attack wouldn't hurt him, that armor would ensure that his pyromancy amounted to nothing more than an annoyance, but it would give him some breathing room. Quickly retrieving the Astora Straight Sword from his satchel, he charged forward to face him.

*The lifehunt scythe blocked the blow and with a flourish disarmed Kaylen, weapon wise and he nearly cut of Kaylen's arm.

"Lets dance."*

As his blade was easily sent flying from his hand, the prophet actually went wide eyed at the mans smooth movements.

"Holy shit, dude." was all the Prophet said before throwing two fireball at the mans face in an attempt to buy him a few seconds to run back and pick up the large blade he dropped before.

*The Invader walked through the smoke. Annoyance so clearly plastered behind his helm.

"I'm getting real tired of your shit. So..."

He drew his katana and the next thing Kaylen knew his pyromancy arm was cut cleanly within a blink of the eye, and it was only his instincts that allowed him to jerk his head out of the way of the katana. The sword greedily devoured the arm until it disintegrated from all the fluids being drained out of it.*

Gritting his teeth from the pain, the Prophet quickly realized the folly of turning his back on someone like this for even a moment. So in an act of desperation, he used his uninjured arm to retrieve the mace he'd gotten from the graveyard sometime ago, turning around and swinging wildly at his attacker.

Unfortunately, the blow did not carry enough for to do any real damage to the mans armor and only gain him a small grunt from the mans body as he tanked the blow. Backing away a few steps, the prophet did his best to hold on to his only remaining weapon as blood trailed from where his arm used to be.

"Ugh, if you don't work with Kaathe and your not a Darkwraith, then what the hell is someone like you doing coming after me? Your clearly not lacking in humanity or strength." the Prophet questioned.

*"Simple. You are unique, your the only undead to meet the goddess of justice and still have their sanity intact. You created a new type of pyromancy even though you're clearly no master. You are an enigma and your soul is most definitely unique, and what type of soul allows a undead to change fate so drastically."

Bloodlust bursted into maroon flames, a twisted mix of the first flame and Bloodlust's own abilities. He held the blade in a stance to kill.

"Such a power would suit those who have lived far longer and know far more than yourself and perhaps even me."*

With blood pouring from his wound and the ease with which this guy handled him, the Prophet didn't see much hope of him coming out in too here. He knew he had to retreat. There was a homeward bone in his satchel. He just had to keep him talking long enough to use it. So dropping his mace to the ground he got to work doing just that.

"well..ugh..if that's all you wanted, then you should have just said so. I told you this power was a gift given to me by a friend, ugh, and it can be passed on just as easily. Besides, it'll probably be less potent if you take it from whatever's left of my souls right? I can just give you the abilities to strengthen your own soul. All I'd need is a few seconds."

Seeing the invaders weapon relax ever so slightly, the prophet assumed he had his attention, at least for the moment anyway. Easing his hand slowly toward his satchel, he aimed to make these seconds count.

*Without warning, aflame whip ripped the satchel from the Prophet's grasp as the Invader brought it into his own.

"Huh. You don't see that everyday, I didn't know you could inscribe the bottomless box spell into a satchel. That's another thing that makes you even more unique."*

Seeing his only way out snatched from his hands, the Prophet took a deep breath and did all he could to ignore the immense pain his severed arm was bringing him and actually smiled.

"Well..guess that's it then. Ugh, good games, bro. RAAAAAGH"

Rushing forward with a made battle cry, the Prophet aimed to catch the invader off guard. But from the way he casually thrust his blade forward and pierced his chest, he would have guest he failed to do that. But at that moment, the Prophet would have given the world to see that look on his face under that helmet when he realized that he'd only attacked an illusion and given the Prophet the perfect opening to snatched the satchel from his other hand. As the contents of the satchel fell free, two dried out boned rolled onto the ground. The Prophet wasted no time in grabbing one of them and breaking it in half, causing a white aura to fall over himself and all the items he discarded around the area as they all began to fade away. Leaving the Prophet with just enough time for a parting comment.

"Better luck next time, Phantom."

*The Invader deadpanned.

"You do know I'll just hunt you down back to the bonfire where you end up right?"*

At this, the Prophets grin widened as his body began to fade.

"Trust me, you'll find it I'm a bit more of a problem to kill me when I'm not alone..."

With those ominous last words, Kaylen faded from sight. Looking all the while as if he'd already won.

Alrighty guys. Hope you all enjoyed reading this little distraction.

Ragnorak16, I had a hell of a time building this little encounter up with you, bro. Your invader character was very interesting to me as a sort of enigma type of guy. I haven't put together anything about what I'm going to do with Kaathe, the Darkwraiths or invader types they'll have at their side, but I'll definitely keep this guys attributes in mind.

Now, by order of Supreme Gamer, leader of the mighty Derp Army, I command you all to wish Ragnorak16 an extremely late Happy Birthday.

P.S. Though I aim to keep the Just For Fun to a low amount, I'm probably going to do a Skyrim or Mass Effect story next.