Hey guys, hope you're ready for this new chapter in the Derp Saga. Sorry it took so long, I've been busy with loads of schoolwork lately, but don't worry. I'll try not to take so long next time.

Here's a few comments that caught my eye:

Mushroom: As you can tell from my name i take my mushroom men quite seriously, so if you don't do those mushroom men good when they attack so help me...I'll probably just keep reading because of how awesome the story is so far, BUT I'LL REALLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING EXTREMELY UNREASONABLE.

My response: This is seriously by far my favorite comment. It really had me laughing way too hard

Guest: I'm not sure what to think of this chapter.
You don't seem to understand if you want it to be humor centered, or dark centered. I mean crap, his arm was freaking broken, he was at this to die, this could have been a great moment for him to think, truly think, but what do you do in the end? Make him cry, give up, and you power him up with a complete and boring Deus Ex Machina. And just after that, humor. Just what the heck?
And no, I don't call what he did in the chapter thinking.

My response: I'm not gonna lie, I don't think that last chapter wasn't my best work either. But I'm the kind of guy who stands by his crappy work. Since I love pleasing the fans, I tried to make this chapter a little more serious than the rest.

Without further stalling, here's that next chapter, guys.

After recovering from his initial shock of having forgotten completely about Lautrec being in the Undead Parish, the prophet was pacing back and forth inside the tower, thinking over the events that transpired only moments ago.

His body was completely zombified. His skin was rotting, his body looked thin and malnourished, making his ribcage and other bones clearly visible for all to see and Kaylen could swear that after every couple of seconds, he could hear faint whispers in the back of his mind. But the prophet knew that if he just got another humanity sprite he would turn back to normal, so none of it bothered him too much.

"Okay, so I'm undead now, no question about that anymore." He said to himself. "And there's a third party that I don't know about. Okay, I can deal with that. I just have to find out who they are, then I can figure how to handle them."

The prophet then stopped pacing and sat near the bonfire, its radiant glow seemingly cleared his mind and helped him think better.

"Knowledge is power here, Kaylen. So, what do I know?" The prophet then began laying out all the facts in his mind. "The magic that was used on me set my body on fire, so I'm betting it's a pyromancy. It gave me a quick boost of strength but was also hurting my body."

The prophet calmly took a deep breath, trying to relax a little more. He was trying to push the memory of his violent death out of his mind and focus on figuring out the sorcery that was used on him.

"The only thing that comes to mind would be the "Power Within" spell, but that's supposed to be self-inflicted. No one can use it on you, can they? Alright, let's just forget about the spell for now. What else do I know?" He stared at the flame for a few seconds to contemplate before continuing his thought. "That voice was definitely feminine, and she knew that I was the Chosen Undead, so whoever it is, they have some idea about me and why I'm here. All right, the person is a woman, a pyromancer and knows about the fate of the chosen undead. All this evidence points to… what? There is no one who can do all those things, at least not this early in the game."

The prophet then stood up and faced the exit of the tower, where a lone crossbow-wielding hollow stood vacantly.

"Well, whoever they are, it's clear that I'm going to need better equipment to handle them." Kaylen then pulled his Zweihander from his satchel. "I left some good loot behind here; I should use this opportunity to go get it."

With that, Kaylen readied his weapon and left the inside of the tower.

The two warriors proceeded inside the church; neither one spoke to the other as they made their way inside. Without the Balder knight or the armored boar distracting them, then two quickly looked around and spotted a flight of stairs and an elevator lift.

"The prophet told me of that lift." Oscar said. "It will return us back to Firelink Shrine."

"Did he warn you of anything else here?"

Oscar thought for a moment about everything the prophet had told him, he was about to say "No" to Solaire, when a name suddenly entered him mind.

"Lautrec" Oscar said in in a low tone of voice.

"Who?" Solaire asked.

"The prophet spoke of a man named Lautrec who is locked in a cell here." Oscar replied, "He said he is a murderer, who is supposed to escape at some point and kill a friend of mine because she's a firekeeper."

Solaire noticed Oscar grip his sword tighter as he spoke.

"I do not know what sort of fate the prophet has seen for this man, but I'm going to make sure that he does not leave this place alive." Oscar said.

Solaire noticed Oscar tighten his grip on his sword.

Oscar then turned away from the Sun warrior and started to walk towards the stairs, but Solaire grabbed his shoulder and halted him.

"I see no reason to doubt the prophet's words, so I will help you find this man named Lautrec. But you must not let your emotions get the best of you, my friend." Solaire said "It is never wise to head to battle with your thoughts clouded by rage."

Oscar said nothing as Solaire took his hand off his shoulder and continued to walk to the stairs.

Suddenly, they both heard what sounded like some strange singing. Following the sound, they both looked up to see a strange looking man wearing what appeared to be some sort of priest clothing. He was shaking his trident up and down and moving his body left to right.

"What is he doing?" Solaire asked.

Then, the priest stopped his dancing and pointed his spear at the two intruders, sending a single soul arrow flying toward them.

"WATCH OUT!" Oscar said while shoving Solaire out of the way of the incoming arrow.

Solaire quickly regained his footing, charged a lighting spear and threw it at the priest, striking him directly in his chest. The priest stumbled back and groaned in pain as electricity streamed through his body, but it did not kill him. Seeing that the priest was still alive, Solaire attempted to charge another bolt, but his talisman did not respond to his commands.

Solaire then put his talisman back in his belt, retrieved his sword from its sheath and turned towards Oscar, who was standing with his shield raised.

"I'm out of bolts." Solaire said "Head for the stairs."

With Oscar leading the way, the two sprinted towards the stairs, with a heavy soul arrow screaming as it struck where he was standing moments before. As the two rounded the staircase, a Balder knight lunged at them with its rapier drawn. Acting quickly, Oscar knocked the pointed blade to the side and rammed his sword straight though the creature's ribcage.

The two then continued up the stairs, intent on killing the priest and finding Lautrec. They rounded another corner and sighted an old wooden door further down an empty hallway. They could hear the priest making that strange singing sound on the other side.

After quickly readying themselves, they both screamed at the top of their lungs and charged through the door.

Sure enough, the priest was standing in the room doing his strange dance, but alongside him were about a dozen or so hollows.

Normally, hollows would not be a problem for Oscar or Solaire to handle, but these hollows seemed to have a strong feeling of power surrounding them. Oscar took a single step backward as he observed the room's inhabitants, but Solaire simply looked back and forth between the priest, who was still dancing, and the hollows, then chuckled.

"So that's your game, is it?" Solaire said as the hollows began closing in on the two. "Well then, a warrior of the sun will not back down to likes of you. COME ON."

With that, all the hollows in the room snarled in anger and charged the two warriors.

Kaylen had hacked his way through hollow after hollow in the Undead Burg. Compared to the black knight, they were not much of a challenge to deal with. Even when the hollows outnumbered him three-to-one, there attacks were far too slow and predictable to even scratch him.

He had kept going until he came to the area where he and Oscar had first encountered the black knight. The three hollows that the two had killed were apparently revived.

"RAWR, BLARG" Kaylen said trying to act like a typical zombie. "BRAINS, ME NEED BRAAINS."

As Kaylen was clearly not fooling anyone, the hollows snarled and quickly raced toward him with their weapons drawn. They did not put up much of a fight, however. Kaylen quickly and easily cut them down, and luckily for him, the final hollow that he killed dropped a humanity sprite, which he quickly retrieved.

"Well, this at least solves the hollowing problem."

Kaylen then observed the area, that now had hollow corpses laying on the floor, and began thinking about when he and Oscar first encountered the black knight. He thought of how their teamwork was the only thing that allowed them to survive. His mind then began to think of what Oscar and Solaire might be doing at this moment, and he silently hoped that they were not killed.

Deciding that he'd better make this trip quick and get back to them, Kaylen walked down the pathway from which the black knight had originally come.

The path led him to a destroyed bridge that led to who knows where; there was no way to get to the other side. The prophet saw the corpse of a long dead hollow lying on the ground.

He approached the remains of the hollow and began searching its body for the loot he had come for.

Then he found it. A ring with a large, dark blue gem.

"Ah, the Blue Tearstone Ring." The prophet said while placing the ring on his finger. "Can't believe I left this thing behind."

The prophet lifted his ring to the light to examine his newfound treasure.

The rare gem called tearstone has the
uncanny ability to sense imminent death.

This blue tearstone from Catarina boosts
the defense of its wearer when in danger.

"Let's hope this is as helpful here as it was in the game."

Kaylen stood there for a few seconds more to admire the beauty of the ring, when he suddenly heard a soft chuckle come from behind him.

The prophet quickly turned around and was met with a sight for which no amount of foresight could have prepared him.

Standing in front him was a stunningly beautiful woman with lustrous jet-black hair and the face of a goddess. Even from the short distance he was from her, Kaylen could clearly make out her golden irises and vertically split pupils; Two thick horns were protruding crookedly on her left and right temples, and on her waist were a pair of black wings.

She was dressed in a pure white dress that showed off her curves in all the right places and just barely covered her perky breast, with silky gloves covering her slender hands. She was definitely not a character Kaylen recognized from the game.

The woman was smiling slightly as Kaylen had looked her body up and down at least three times, trying to process what exactly he was seeing.

Kaylen then closed his eyes and placed one of his hands over his face.

"Okay, man. Just calm down." Kaylen said to himself. "This is just an effect of turning into a hollow. She's just a hallucination created from my mind going completely insane. Now when I open my eyes, she'll be gone, and I'll laugh this off."

Kaylen knew that this was a complete lie. It takes time for a person to completely lose themselves and go insane; he had only been hollow for a few minutes. But he really hoped that this woman-demon-thing, or whatever she was, would just go away. He had had enough surprises for today and didn't want to deal with the possibility of new monsters appearing.

Kaylen removed his hand from his face and opened his eyes and came face to face with…

Nothing.

The woman was gone.

But Kaylen did not laugh like he claimed he would, instead he began looking all around him trying to see if she was still anywhere in the area.

"What the heck was that about?" Kaylen thought to himself as he stopped looking and began walking back to the tower with the bonfire inside.

The trip back was pretty uneventful since he had killed all of the hollows. In a matter of minutes, he had returned to the tower.

The prophet had chalked his encounter with the mysterious woman as nothing but a temporary lapse in sanity and was all set to completely forget the encounter, when he suddenly heard a voice come from behind him.

He slowly turned and faced the entrance of the tower, but he didn't have to look to know that it was the woman from before.

She was standing there with the same smile she was wearing on her face before. But now that he was a little closer, he thought that the smile more seductive than anything.

"Alright, that's enough of that." Kaylen said as he went to the bonfire and crouched down with the humanity sprite in his hand. "In the immortal words of Jack Sparrow, 'I wash my hands of this weirdness'."

The prophet then closed his eyes and used the humanity sprite to completely rejuvenate his body and his flesh. He then stood up from his crouched position and, still hoping that she was just a hallucination, turned to see if the woman was still there.

"Hello, Chosen Undead."

To his dismay, the woman was still standing where she was in the entrance of the doorway.

If she were a monster trying to kill him, she could have done that when he crouched next to the bonfire, but the prophet was no fool. There are not many people the chosen undead could call friend in Lordran, so until he was convinced that she was an ally, he was going treat her as though she were an enemy.

"Who are you, demon?" Kaylen asked sharply, raising his blade towards her.

"Demon? You should really be more respectful, mortal." the woman said. "I thought you might be happy to see me, especially after receiving my little gift."

"Little gift?" Kaylen said.

The woman hand suddenly glowed with a black aura as she nonchalantly waved it at Kaylen's body.

Flames then erupted all across the prophet's body and he could feel that deep seated anger he felt before building inside him. He was starting to breathe faster and faster. With each second that passed, his rage grew more and more intense.

The prophet narrowed his eyes at the woman and just like before with the Black Knight, was about to lose himself to his rage, but before any violence could ensue, the woman waved her hand at him once again, and the power left Kaylen's body just as quickly as it had come.

Kaylen took a few deep breaths and allowed his mind to settle before speaking again.

"Well… I guess I know who to thank for helping me with the black knight, huh?" Kaylen said.

"Well, after you gave those touching little last words, I thought maybe you could use some assistance." the woman said.

"Touching last words?" Kaylen said, once again confused by her words.

"You don't remember?" The woman then put her hands over her face trying to mock Kaylen's crying demeanor from before. "'There's no way out, I'm going to die. I was fool to think I could save anyone.'"

Kaylen was a little ticked off at the woman's mockery of his final moments, but he stayed silent as she laughed at her words and kept talking.

"You know, I would have expected the mighty Chosen to fight the black knight until the end and at least go out in a blaze of glory. But what do you do instead? You give up, cry, and hope that some miracle will save you." she said, chuckling slightly. "It was very disappointing to say the least."

"Well excuse me, for shedding a few tears before I was about to be killed." Kaylen said with a touch of irritation. "I'll try and make my death more entertaining for you next time."

The woman simply chuckled and walked uncomfortably close to Kaylen's face and stared directly into his eyes.

"Aww, the Chosen would do that just for me?" She said in a seductive tone. "I'm touched."

As he stared into her yellow, spilt pupils, Kaylen felt a slight tug in the back of his mind. He started to feel himself calm down, all the irritation her felt towards the woman seem to melt away.

"Whoa…" Kaylen said in a low voice. "… You have… really pretty eyes."

Realizing something was wrong, Kaylen shook his head and quickly took a few steps away from her, almost tripping over himself in the process.

"H-Hey…" He said while putting one hand to his head trying to calm the sharp headache he was now feeling. "… Get away from me."

Kaylen's mind was spinning, and suddenly he had a splitting headache.

"Impressive; not many people would have been able to resist that." She said. "It seems that, though your body may not be the strongest, your mind is well fortified."

The prophet was getting more and more annoyed the longer he was with this woman. She had just tried to freaking hypnotize him with some magic eye trick, and now she was laughing it off as if it were some well-planned test.

But Kaylen wanted to know who and what this newcomer was. So, after his mind had settled down and the headache went away, and after making a mental note not to look into her eyes, he decided to quickly changed the subject.

"So, what is it that you want from me?" Kaylen asked keeping his irritation in check.

"What do I want from you?" the woman responded, "I am just a guide, my dear Chosen Undead. Here to help you fulfill your destiny, and I am willing to give you all the assistance you need. All I ask in return is that you listen and do as I say."

"Wait a minute, hold on." Kaylen said. "I do NOT take orders from you, lady."

The woman rolled her eyes, then turned back to Kaylen with all the fake patience of someone explaining something obvious to a very obtuse child.

"Trust me, Chosen Undead, without my help, you would never live up to your full potential." She said, "That was proven when you needed my help facing the black knight."

That is where Kaylen had to draw the line. He had put up with her long enough, and it was time to throw a little knowledge her way.

"Look, I don't know who you are, but can we stop with the whole Chosen Undead thing?" Kaylen asked, "I think we both know it's nothing but a load of bull."

Though she tried to hide it, Kaylen did not miss the hint of surprise for a moment. But it took her only a moment more to compose herself again.

"You do not wish to be known as the Chosen Undead? Fine." The woman said. "Then what would you have me call you?"

"I am Kaylen, Prophet of Demacia. But most just call me Prophet." Kaylen said pointing a thumb at himself.

"Prophet?" She said in an unconvinced tone.

"Yeah. Prophet." Kaylen said in a matter a fact tone of voice.

"Well then, Mr. Prophet, it seems like you're not as idiotic as I was led to believe." the woman said, "I never would have guessed that one of your kind would have known about that little secret."

My kind? Does she really think that she's so above him? Kaylen was getting more than a little tired of these little insults the woman was throwing out. But this was no time to emotion get in the way. He needed information about this woman.

"You still haven't answered my question." Kaylen said, "Who are you?"

"Oh? Quite the inquisitive one, aren't we." the woman said, somewhat teasing Kaylen.

But the prophet merely shot her a glare that said he was tired of playing games.

"Fine, then." the woman said, "My name… is Velka."

The woman was expecting Kaylen to have a look of shock and surprise written all over it. But he just looked down at the ground in thought for a few moments, then looked back up at her with a nonchalant face and spoke.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot that we would be meeting here." Kaylen said.

"What?" Velka said, "You are not surprised by my presence here?"

"I'm a prophet, remember? " He said, "Even you gods are at the mercy of my foresight."

For an instant and no longer, Kaylen could swear he saw Velka's face darken and contort with rage when he said that the gods were at his mercy.

Of course, this was all a lie. There was no way he would have ever guessed that Velka would make an appearance, but Kaylen thought this would be a good chance to trick her into thinking that he had a deep understanding of future events.

"Oh, and by the way, I have no intention of turning myself into fuel for the First Flame." The prophet said, "so you can take your so-called destiny and shove it."

Velka was starting to lose that seductive tone, instead her she was sounding as if she was barely managing to control her temper.

"Be careful how you speak to me, mortal." Velka said as a sinister black flame began to erupt on her arm. "The magic I showed you earlier was mere parlor tricks to my real power. I could crush you with but a thought."

But Kaylen did not back down. He charged a fireball in one hand, then gripped his sword tightly in the other.

"I wouldn't be throwing around threats if I were you." Kaylen said "I know your powers, just like all the other gods, originated from the First Flame. And since that's starting to go out, I'm willing to bet your magic isn't what it used to be."

The prophet wasn't even entirely sure if her powers originated from the First Flame like Gwyn and the others, but the hesitation he saw in Velka's eyes told him all he needed to know. Seeing that his comment gave her pause, Kaylen decided to keep the pressure going.

"And please don't get so full of yourself because you know the 'Power Within' spell." Kaylen said with a smug smile. "I'll soon be making a trip to Blighttown and pick that up myself."

Velka did nothing but glare at Kaylen's face, as if she meant to burn a hole right through him.

She then unceremoniously extinguished the black flame in her hand, turned her back on the prophet and with her hips swaying from side to side, headed towards the entrance to the tower.

When she was standing on the outside, she turned her body halfway around and looked Kaylen, once again wearing a calm face. But the smile was no longer present.

"Well… this has certainly been an interesting experience for me. You certainly are everything I hoped you would be." She said. "I believe I will take my leave now."

"Aw, already? And we were getting along so well." Kayen said, slightly wondering if he was pushing his luck.

There was a short pause before the woman spoke.

"I hope the next time we meet, there will be less hostility between us." she said.

With that, wings on the woman's back suddenly extended, and she effortlessly flew off the ground and out of Kaylen's sight.

The prophet was glued to the spot he was standing for a few moments, before slowly exhaling a deep breath and then inhaling a large amount of air. He had been holding his breath for the majority of their brief conversation.

Kaylen then smiled and started to chuckle at himself.

"Man, I can't believe I just bluffed my way through that." Kaylen said to himself, knowing that if push came to shove, he probably would die horribly if he fought against Velka.

Kaylen knew all there was to know about who Velka was...which was not much since there was little information given about her and her motives. The only solid piece of information that is known about her is that she is a rough deity and she has great influence over the gods. But people have thrown out some decent speculation about her.

Some believe that she has a hidden role in the plot and that she's playing her hand behind the scenes and some believe that Velka is on Gwyndolin's side since he/she wants strong undead to relight the flame, and Velka chooses powerful undead through her crow.

The one that the prophet believed is more likely is that by telling the crow to take you to Lordran, Velka is unleashing the chosen undead upon the gods for their sins, since the Chosen Undead is a nightmare for any god he encounters, attacking them relentlessly until he succeeds in killing them, not even letting death stop him. But after meeting her in person, Kaylen understood this was not the case.

Everything in Kaylen's being was screaming for him to be careful around her.

"Jeez, I thought Velka was supposed to be working behind the shadows or something." Kaylen said to himself. " I can't even tell what her next move is since she never makes an in-game appearance…."

Many questions began to go through the prophet's head.

Now that she's here, what would Velka do? Should he expect things to go differently now that she's here? Does she have any allies helping her?

"Screw it." Kaylen said as he turned around and began to climb the ladder. "One problem at a time. For now, I just need to ring this goddamn bell and hope nothing else goes wrong."

Kaylen then proceeded up the ladder to meet back up with his friends. He had no idea that at that moment, a chain of horrible events had been set in motion.

And it was all his fault.

"COME ON!" Solaire screamed as he cut down hollow after hollow. "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!"

Oscar was right behind Solaire as they both charged forward, making a straight beeline for the priest.

The hollows were coming at them in droves, but they were still getting killed left and right. Even though the dancing priest gave them a slight boost in strength, they were clearly outmatched for these powerful warriors.

Solaire had figured out that the priest was somehow giving those hollows a little power boost, and Solaire decided that if he could take out the priest, he and Oscar would have an easier time dealing with the hollows.

With each second that passed, they were getting closer and closer to the priest until they were right in front of him.

In a panic, the priest sent a single heavy soul arrow flying towards Solaire and hit him directly in his shoulder.

But that attack did nothing as Solaire ignored the pain that shot through his body and used his shield to charge straight through the remaining hollows. As Solaire approached, the priest tried to use his trident as a spear and thrust it towards Solaire's body. Solaire easily sidestepped the attack and immediately followed up by plunging his sword straight through the priest's throat.

Then Solaire could feel the Priest gurgling on his own blood for a bit before his body went limp. Behind him, Oscar was just finishing off the last of the hollows by parrying one of its blows and ramming his sword through its chest.

With their work done and all their enemies dead, Oscar and Solaire observed their handiwork for a moment.

"Good work." Oscar said.

"To you as well." Solaire said.

They decided to end the conversation there and proceeded to continue their way through the church.

They both walked straight ahead into a small room with a small set of stairs, which when walked up, led them to a ladder. Oscar led the way and climbed first. After climbing another ladder that was placed at the top of the first, the two warriors found themselves face-to-face with a fog wall.

"Lautrec must be behind this wall." Oscar said.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Solaire said cheerily, "Let us push forward."

With that declaration, Solaire walked through the fog wall with Oscar right behind him.

The two warriors found themselves standing on the roof of the parish. The roof was large and spacious, with seven unmoving gargoyle statues, three on each side, and one standing on a higher platform above them. Each one was holding a standard bronze halberd in one hand and had a small shield in the wrist of the other.

"I'm guessing that must be the bell we're supposed to ring." Oscar said staring at the rusty bell that was behind the Gargoyle. "I doubt that the cell containing Lautrec is up there. We probably missed it."

"Would you like to go back?" Solaire said gesturing toward the fog wall.

Oscar took a moment to think about the question before he responded.

"No." He said. "Lautrec's not going anywhere right now, let us worry about the bell first."

"Heh. Well, better get a move on then." Solaire said cheerfully, glad that his friend had calmed down.

They both walked forward in silence and when they were about halfway across, they both heard a low growling sound.

The two warriors stopped where they were and looked up just in time to see one of the bell gargoyles flex its wings and bellow incredibly loudly.

"By the gods." Solaire said.

The beast then leapt from its perch and fell to the roof of the church with a loud crash. Then, as it smashed its halberd on the ground, the beast bellowed even louder than before.

Oscar and Solaire did not even speak as they raised their shields in a defensive stance and prepared to do battle with the vile beast that had appeared before them.

The Entrance of the Undead Parish

Two warriors reached the entrance and walked inside the church-like building. One was wielding a pike and a wooden shield and wearing hard leather armor. The other was wearing a crimson robe and wielded a sorcerer's catalyst.

"If this is the place, he should be locked in a cell on the upper floor." the warrior said.

The sorcerer nodded in understanding before the two began making their way up the stairs with their weapons ready and were surprised to find a room full of dead hollows to greet them.

After a brief moment of surprise, the two proceeded counterclockwise around the top floor and found themselves walking down a long hallway with a Balder knight waiting for them.

The Balder knight immediately charged forward once the two were in his sights, but he never stood a chance as the sorcerer promptly fired a heavy soul arrow at one of its legs, completely incapacitating it. The pike warrior then followed up by ramming his spear straight through the creature's body, killing it instantly.

With that done, the two continued their way down the long hallway and up another flight of stairs, where a man wearing golden armor was sitting patiently inside his cell.

Upon seeing the two warriors approach, the man in the cell spoke.

"Well, you two sure took your time getting here." the man said.

"Hey, it wasn't easy making our way through that god-forsaken basin." the warrior said. "The least you could do is thank us for coming at all, you smug bastard."

"Heh heh heh, now is that any way to speak to an old friend?" the man laughed.

"I would hardly call a weakling such as yourself friend, Lautrec." the warrior replied.

"We will see if you speak such words once I am free of this cage." Lautrec said with a calm tone that would send shiver up any normal person's spine.

"Enough." the sorcerer finally spoke. "We have no time for your petty squabbles, there is work to be done."

Suddenly an ear-piercing roar came from above them, followed by a loud crash. All three warriors looked up at the ceiling as small pebbles fell to the ground.

"It seems things are getting a bit hectic up there." Lautrec said "I believe it is time for us to take our leave. If you would simply produce the key to my cell."

"We do not have your key…" the sorcerer said, "… but we do have this."

The Sorcerer then produced a ring that held multiple silver keys from his robe and proceeded to unlock Lautrec's cell door.

"Ah, a master key." Lautrec said as he stood up and walked out of his cell. "Wherever did you find that?"

"That does not matter. We have already wasted enough time here, now let us return to the mission." the sorcerer said as he turned his back on Lautrec and walked back down the stairs.

As he left, the warrior and Lautrec glared at one another.

"Heh heh heh…" Lautrec chuckled before he walked away from the warrior and followed behind the sorcerer. After slight hesitation, the warrior was right behind him.

The trip back to the lower level of the parish was short and uneventful. After they were at the bottom, the three quickly boarded the elevator and descended below.

Firelink Shrine

Once the elevator had stopped, the three warriors had found themselves in some sort of crumbling building. They then made their way down a flight of stairs and into a somewhat large field with a bonfire placed directly in the center. There were two men who were sitting down and staring into the flames of the bonfire.

One was sitting atop a small log with a look of resignation etched across his face. He was wearing chain mail armor and had a small sword placed on his hip.

The other was sitting crossed legged in the grass across from the other warrior, his face did not have the look of resignation the other wore, but rather the look of someone who was growing very impatient.

He was wearing dirty black rags for clothing and had long, black wild hair that went to his shoulder and hid his face.

Lautrec and his companions walked towards the bonfire and the two warriors next to it, intending to head straight for the stairs on the opposite side of them.

Upon seeing them approach, the man with the wild hair stood up from his cross-legged position and walked in front of their path.

"Well now, what do we have here." the man said, examining the group.

The group was surprised that the man approached them, seemingly out of the blue.

"Ah, hello fellow knight." Lautrec said, "I do not mean to be rude, but we have urgent business to attend to, so if you would please step out of the-."

"Would your name happen to be Lautrec of Carim?" the man interrupted.

The group look at one another for a moment, each one wondering who this man was.

"Why yes, I am Lautrec of Carim." he said.

"PERFECT!"

Suddenly, the man pulled a firebomb from his rags and hurled it at the face of the sorcerer.

The sorcerer screamed in agony as the explosion from the bomb burned his face and eyes.

Before anyone could react to the situation, the man drew his uchigatana and charged straight for his true target.

The one and only Lautrec of Carim.

Will the Undead Merchant be able to kill Lautrec? Will Oscar and Solaire be able to defeat the bell gargoyles? How will the Prophet adapt to these ever-changing situations?

Find out in the next installment of Dark Souls: The Derp Saga

BOOM! How's that for a serious chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

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*Special thanks to Antoine for beta-reading