MERRY CHRISTMAS, ONE AND ALL!
As you guys can see, I AM BEYOND EARLY FOR A NEW CHAPTER!
So I hope you guys are ready for a fun read.
But first, I wanna mention a few...
Comments that caught my eye
Napster153- Also, inserting my own input into the whole thing, I don't think Big Hat Logan has been mentioned much in the story. Will we be seeing him as much more of an enemy first? That seems the best way to take his character, as he's probably the biggest knowledge enthusiast next to Seethe but without the capability of handling the information of Seethe's library.
My Response- Right now, I'm taking it one step at a time with the characters, so I haven't made a final decision on how I want Logan to go just yet. But I think I'm going to the extra mile of showing that "HOLY SHIT, IS THAT MOTHERTRUKING BIG HAT?". Considering old Logan is such a noteworthy figure throughout all three dark souls games, i figure that he must be the highest level of sorcerer there can be for a human. Soul arrows will be his bread and butter.
I'm think something along the lines of Gilgamesh from fate stay night, with the balance being that sorcery is reliant on stamina and will. The kinks are definitely still getting worked out in my head, but I do know I want Logan to be as legendary as his reputation states in game.
WhaMrSlaMr(Regarding my theft of sweet rolls)-Ha! Supreme Gamer! You fool! I HAVE NO SWEET ROLLS! MWAHAHAHAHA NO! INSTEAD, I HAVE INFILTRATED YOUR HOUSE AND STOLEN YOUR SWEET ROLLS! HA!
AND! I STOLE ALL YOUR DARK SOULS COPIES, AND! I KILLED SOLAIRE! MWAHAHAHA!
My Response- Well, thats just ridiculous. If you don't have sweet rolls, then what's in this sack I stole from- *Looks inside the sack* WHAT THE HELL?! ITS A BAG OF CABBAGES?! I'VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED!
I hope your prepared for a visit from the Dark Brotherhood for the heinous act of counter-robbery. Cause you just hit the top of their list, Mr. WhatMrDlaMr.
joecola00- This plan promises greatness, Nameless-Brand ass-whopping, GNAAAAAAAAA!, explosions, a crossover more ambitious than Endgame, a "When the Winged Hussars arrived!" moment, four factions wrecking Anal Rodeo, Ornstein having a nerdgasm when NK shows up, and tail-fondling becoming something far more lewd, and ending in a foursome.
I wholeheartedly approve, and cannot wait to see it implemented. The only thing that could improve this is The Legend, Father of Giants, making an appearance.
On a side note, though I don't plan on publishing anything for a while yet, your story is among several that have inspired me to take a shot a writing a DS/RWBY Xover. With over 60k words on google docs so far, I'm glad I made that choice. So thanks for that.
My Response- Oh my god, I'm ashamed to say i didn't even think of Ornstien nerding out on NK showing up to fight. Add that to the bucket of insanity the story will become was shit hits the fan. XD
As for giant dad, I get the occasional message asking if I plan to include the meme lord himself in the story. Unfortunately, i can't really see that happening as I don't have a lot to go on character wise since GD's just a meme meant to crush the souls of casuals.
And as for your story, I wanna say thanks. Its always great to hear my fun little tale here inspired someone else to give it a go. I'll definitely be one of the first to give it a read when decide to put it out there and show everybody what ya came up with, bro.
Welp, thats all I got this time around guys. Hope you all enjoy the read.
Warning: This chapter may contain wholesome cuddles from spider waifu's. Any attempt to grope said waifu during the cuddle will result in immediate punishment to be administered by Kirk, Knight of thorns. You have been warned.
Shallow, laborious breaths escaped the lips of the infected men and women that lay upon the ground.
The egg's sacks that grew out of their back not only pulsed and radiated pain throughout their body with every breath they tool, but they were also unbearably heavy. Weighing down upon their body and lungs, allowing only just enough air for them to survive.
But the worst part of it all was the maggots.
They could feel them. Gnawing away inside their bodies and tormenting them to no end. If they could, the people here would have already killed themselves and ended the nightmare. But everything just hurt too much. Moving their body was pain, a single twitch of a muscle was torture, even the slightest whimper of their lips brought waves of agony. They were nothing more than sickly meat living to be devoured by voracious parasites.
There was but one light left for them all to look too…
"Fair lady…"
"She's returned…"
"Blessed be…"
"Please help us…"
A woman of gentle feminine beauty approached the small mob of deformed humans with the look of woe in her eyes.
"Everyone, please, conserve your strength. I will do all within my power to bring peace upon your affliction" Quelaan said serenely to them all, like a goddess coming to answer the prayers of her followers.
With her words spoken, the kind witch of Izalith closed her eyes and willed her pyromancy to blaze across her hands and trail along her arms. Soon enough, the flames seemed to take a life of their own, swirling free from her body and coalescing into a sphere that hovered in the air.
Not but a moment after it was made whole did the newly formed sphere began to radiate a visible wave of light and heat. Washing over the bodies of the afflicted humans and bringing immense relief to the deformed bodies.
It was quite the advanced use of Pyromancy. Creating a gentle, warm flame that heals rather than burns. It was a testament to what the flame could be. Fire can be a show of strength, but it can also be a symbol of wisdom and comfort. Of what the caster wishes to be.
It spoke volumes that she was able to maintain such control of her pyromancy even with it warped into a state of raging chaos.
Like moths to a flame, each of the sickly humans dragged their bodies closer to the flame, wanting its light to bathe over every part of them. It erased the pain they felt and replaced it with blissful rapture. Even the feeling of the maggots eating them from the inside was made numb.
Truly, it was a godsend.
Releasing a slow breath, Quelaan turned around and proceeded back through to the open chamber of their home, leaving the humans to their relief. The flame she had gifted to them would sustain itself for an hour or two at least before fading. It wasn't much, but the power she held now should be more than enough to eliminate any trace of pain they felt.
However, that said nothing of what she brought on herself by using such an art.
The chaos witch stumbled to the center of the great chamber, trying her best to keep her breathing leveled and calm.
It was then that she bent over as sharply as if she had been punched in the gut and coughed harshly into her hand. Again and again, her ribs heave up and down, but the coughing does not cease. Dizziness. She slumps to the damp earth until It feels like her body has come back to normal, sickness passing.
However, before her vision could clear fully, she heard the tell-tell sign of arachnid limbs hitting the earth and moving toward her.
"No…you're not doing this. Not again." Quelaag declared to her sibling, seeing her making her way from the earth. "I told you before, you are not free of the blight. It still runs through your veins and you will cause it to resurface by pushing yourself like this. Is that what you want to happen? Do I need to watch over you like a child every moment to ensure you do not damn yourself?!"
"Sister, they need our help. We cannot simply leave them to suffer." Quelaan countered. "These believe in us and have no one else to turn too. That is why they stay in this place."
"They stay because they are nothing but parasites." Quelaag said, her frustration rising at her sibling naivety. "They know nothing about who you are and care nothing for the pain you put yourself through for their sake. If the tables were turned, they would leave you to suffer without a second thought."
"How can you expect goodness in others if you refuse to practice it yourself? We have a responsibility to set an example for others." Quelaan responded. "What good would there be in my body recovering, if not to use that strength to help those that need it?"
"You've done nothing of note that will truly mean anything in the end. If you continue, you'll be right back where you started, and they will suffer regardless. Must you return to your laying on your death bed to understand that you need to stop?" Quelaag exclaimed with a bit of heartache of her own. "If you think I will just stand by and let you do this to yourself again, you're wrong. If you won't stop this, then I will-"
"Kill them?" Quelaan interrupted with a look that held a mixture of sadness and disappointment, one that caused her sibling to appear a bit guilty, yet not enough to turn her gaze away. "You are not this heartless, Quelaag. I remember a time when you would be firm with humans, but never turn your back on them. What has changed to make you scorn them so now?"
At this, Quelaag looked to her sister with an expression of absolute bewilderment and disbelief, before twisting it into one of contempt.
"What changed? What changed?!" Quelaag all but shouted as her pyromancy simmered just above her skin, making Quelaan take on a look of surprise at her outrage. "What changed is I watched everything I love and care about be destroyed! Our home is a ruin of monsters and rubble, our brother has been changed into an abomination and looks at me every day with nothing but pain in his eyes while I can do nothing to help him and our mother and sisters are all gone!"
The words catch in her throat for a moment. She felt a welling building up behind her eye's, but she'd be damned if she shed a tear in this moment.
However, the small quivering of her lower lip did not go unnoticed by her sister.
"You two are all I have left. Do you understand that?" she choked out as her eye's locked her sisters. "So don't you dare tell me to watch you kill yourself for these people. If not for their kind, none of this would have ever happened. I will not allow any more harm to be brought to my family because of them."
Hearing this, Quelaan's heart ached for her sister.
She understood what Quelaag must have gone through to keep her alive and to find the strength to push forward. It was a wonder that she was the youngest of mother's children. Barely through the third century of her life before all of this madness. She should be experiencing her youth, learning of love and growing as a woman. Instead, she has lost all that she has ever known and forced to make very difficult choices.
It just wasn't fair.
Stepping closer to her kin, Quelaan drew her close. Meaning not only to comfort her, but to ease that sadness in her own heart.
"Oh, dear sister. You have seen and lost so much. Far more than anyone deserves." The witch said gently. "I hear your outrage and I share in your grief…but we cannot place the blame at the feet the humans."
"How can you still defend them? Look at-"
"No, Quelaag." The elder sister interrupted gently as she pulled back from her embrace and looked her sister in the eye. "All that has happened to our home and our family was wrought by our own hand. We toyed with power beyond us and paid the price. Allowing our fear to guide our action, we created an outcome far more sinister than if we simply trusted they would use their growing strength with wisdom and temperament."
From the look her sister was giving her, Quelaan could tell that Quelaag was still conflicted about her words. But she wanted her to understand that she could not wander the world hating these small creatures for a crime they did not commit. It would do nothing but prevent her from moving forward and finding light within the darkness.
"Of course, I understand that they are nothing like us. Their lives are fleeting, and each human can perform the cruelest of acts for the pettiest of reasons. They are selfish, flawed, greedy and eternally lust after that which is beyond them." The white witch said with the tone of one who had experienced these things firsthand. "But what can be so easily forgotten is that they are also capable of the performing the greatest feats of kindness known to this world. We overlooked that in our decision. You need look no further than our home for evidence of it. Kirk, once a member of the darkest of forces, now stands ready to protect another. Your friend, Oscar, risked his life to come all the way here to heal a goddess despite his knowledge and disdain for what we have done."
Quelaan spoke her words with a smile on her face, much to the unconvinced look in hers sisters eye's. Though it was worth noting that she did falter for the briefest of moments to think on what she was just told.
"We may have made mistakes and lost much because of it, but we should not let it cloud our future and fill us with nothing but hate."
"Our future is lost, Quelaan. You will achieve nothing by just watching over the few humans that remain here."
"I know…that's why I've asked Kirk to seek out a new home for us and to find out more about that "Prophet" character."
"You what?!" Quelaag exclaimed in surprise. "How did you-"
"I overheard your discussion with Oscar. The spell he used upon my body restored me more than you thought the first time around." Quelaan said calmly, causing her sister expression to freeze at this declaration. "I know not if what he says of Gwyn is true, but if this Prophet was able to find a way to suppress the blight within me, then perhaps he knows a way to do the same for our people. Or dare I say it, know a way to help ease the pain of brothers body."
Quelaag held her head high and maintained her pride. If her sister was awake during her talk with Oscar, then she was fully aware of what she'd done for her sake. But she would not allow it to make her timid or hesitate. She would wear her decisions without remorse, even towards her sister.
But if she did not question her upon it, she would not approach the subject herself.
"Are you mad? If we leave, how long until we are attacked by some wondering monstrosity or hunted by zealous humans? And need I mention that we know nothing of this "Prophet"." the witch questioned with a bit of fury in her eyes at her sibling not even consulting her about this decision.
"Well, we cannot remain here our whole lives, now can we? We need to take a chance. It's a long shot as Kirk's particular skills are not quite meant for task such as these, but it is better than nothing." Quelaan said with a smile and a small laugh, despite her sister's fierce gaze. "Besides, I don't think Oscar will be keen to return all the way down here every time to see you. He may seem a bit stubborn, but I imagine every man has his limits when seeking out a mate."
At this, Quelaag raised an eyebrow at her sister, as if to silently questioning how she could ever say something that idiotic.
"Very funny, but you amuse no one but yourself with such talk." Quelaag said plainly with a roll of her eyes. "That human is nothing more than an annoyance I tolerated. And even if he was more than that, there is the minor problem of my body being half spider. I could swallow him whole with but a single bite. I doubt he's considered risking that."
"Heh, dear sister, recall that I told you humans eternally lust after that which is beyond them. Believe me, the spider is not a negative for them. It's a feature. I bet that he hasn't gone two seconds without thinking about you." Quelaan laughed in a knowing manner. "Always remember that love and hate are equally consuming passions, and in affairs of the heart there is a fine line between the two."
"You have always had a penchant for romanticizing things, you know that?" Quelaag said with a sigh and a shake of her head.
"Heh, heh, romanticizing, am I? You think he'll come back here out of the goodness of his heart?" Quelaan questioned with a smirk. "No, dear sister, he's coming back because he's got something on his mind. And that something is figuring how he's going to climb that spider and-"
"Okay, that's it. I am no longer listening to your shameless fantasy's." Quelaag said as she turned and walk further into the chamber, only for her sister to follow behind her playfully.
"Oh, or perhaps he'll truly get bold and try to seduce us both? Heh, heh, heh, humans are not one's to shy away from such indecent prospects, you know." Quelaan laughed brightly. "Just imagine it. "You two don't wear clothing? Well, perhaps I should relinquish mine as well and introduce you to MY big demon." BHA, HA, HA, HA."
At this, the elder of the two sisters broke out in a mirthful laughter at the hilarity of her own comment. Drawing out an amused smirk from Quelaag, who was quick to hide it and try to change the subject.
"You are simply hopeless."
And so it was that the two sister enjoyed the company of the other. The future they would make seeming not quite so bleak as it once was. There was only a fleeting thought that crossed each of their minds as they continued to talk….
How was Kirk faring so far?
Firelink Shrine
Well, here he was. Alone. Everyone else went off on what was essentially a suicide mission.
But not the merchant.
He wouldn't run off to die fighting gods. Why the hell would he? If the world was going to end, then he sure as hell was going to waste what time he had left rushing to become hollow.
"They all want to die, then they can do it without me. I'm not having any further dealings with that boy or Velka." The merchant grumbled to himself. "I'm staying right here were its safe and-"
He stopped mid-sentence as the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly reached his ears from behind the shrine. Turning around just as they reach the top of the stairs directly at his side, the merchant felt his heart freeze in his chest at the person that met his eye's.
As the individual in question reached the top of the stairs and turned towards the merchant. He was far too close for him to get up from his seated position and run away, much less get in a position to throw a knife.
Faced with the deep red body donning armor covered from head to toe in thorny spikes and not much leeway to flee, the Merchant spoke but a single question to the man he knew the word "dangerous" didn't do justice.
"Uh….Are you here because of something to do with a man that goes by "Prophet"?"
It was just a hunch and had every possibility to be wrong. Honestly, the merchant was learning to equate whatever ridiculous circumstance that befalls him had to have something to do with that boy.
But the moment the merchant saw the knights body perk up did he know he hit the nail on the head in his assumption. Even more so when the pounced forward and started to pummel him for all the information he knew.
It was almost ironic that the merchant said he wouldn't get further involved with the Prophet. For if he just kept his mouth shut, Kirk would have continued forward looking for a safe place for the sister without paying him a second thought.
On the bright side, he now no longer needed to hunt down Oscar. Truly it was a happy ending for all…except the merchant of course.
HOLD ON A GOD DANG MINUTE! HOLD IT!
Okay, firstly, I just want to say that this chapter was an attempt to try and explore a bit with the NCP's. I never want the story to feel like the world is standing still waiting for the Prophet or someone associated with the Prophet to interact with it.
With the changes being made due to the actions of everyone in the story thus far, I was things to feel like everyone's making movement and growing. Be it Quelaan attempting to make contact with the Prophet and attempting to leave blighttown, or Reah and Vince deciding to join the fight, I want it to feel like everyone is actually doing something or planning to do something other than being cardboard cuttouts.
Secondly, I usually like to keep some thing ambiguous or left to one's imagination, I took a bit of a liberty with Quelaag and her sisters and the way gods are in comparison to humans. I like to think that gods think of humans as almost alien. While they generally remain the same and rarely change, humans comparatively ALWAYS change and grow.
I imagine that might be a bit confusing thing to grasp, but to put it simply, imagine two people both are bakers. A god can go one hundred years, baking the same cake day in and day out. Fully accepting and embracing that thats his only job without a second thought. But a human would question more. Instead of just remaining a baker, he's try building a house as well or make more elaborate cakes out of pure curiosity. Thats about decent example as I can give as to the difference between the two races.
Thirdly, regarding Quelaag and her sister, I wanted to paint them up as contrasting in most aspects. One is older, more experienced with and hopeful of humans, and is more open to joking around a bit. The other is younger, more realistic and is far more serious about things. But that sisterly bond is something that I always want to have there for them.
But that's all I got to say this time around, guys and gals.
As always, feel free to leave a review and tell me what you guys thought about this chapter of the story. Was Quelaag's and Quelaan's interaction reasonable? Should Quelaan have been a bit more weakened on account of the blight still being in her? Do you think it was really necessary for Kirk to immediately kick the shit out of the merchant to get answers?
Honest opinions are always appreciated as I'm always looking to improve my style of writing to make this story a bit more interesting for you guys. so don't be shy in telling me your thoughts about how things are going so far. Outside opinions will have a huge effect on how this story will play out.
This is Supreme Gamer, Signing out.
P.S. Okay I may be getting ahead of myself here, but would it be to much to have the witches join the fight with Oscar coming in late to the party. I can just imagine them saying "Screw Seath's fortress, we're spiders. We'll just climb the wall.". Meanwhile, the mothertrucking ceaseless discharge climbs up the wall and scares the living shit out of Gwyndolin and the other gods, making them believe their being invaded by both human and demon at the same time. XD
P.P.S. I swear, unless someone stops me, I'll make SpiderWaifu'sXDragonOscar a thing. I'm a mad man, boys! Ain't no lines I won't cross!