Author's notes: As far as my revisions go, Chapter 5 is easily the one that was begging to be expanded upon. Where do I begin... I hated that I'd originally chosen to omit the encounter with the Pursuer altogether. To tell you the truth, I originally had the story so concretely laid out in my head that I was hesitant about making deviations from it, lest it conflict with a later idea. Despite the Pursuer being one of my most memorable encounters, I simply felt including him would result in too much going on at once. If you were as disappointed as I was with his exclusion, then you'll be in for a real treat with the revision. Secondly, I felt that the Old Dragonslayer fight was criminally rushed... aaand that's where the revision of this chapter took a completely different turn. I won't spoil it, but those familiar with the original story are in for a real treat here, as this is perhaps my greatest deviation from it. I hope you enjoy the new-and-improved trek through Heide's Tower, one of my favorite locales in the entire FromSoft library. I even got the chance to slip in a reference to my girlfriend's Dark Souls I fic, so yay for that!
Chapter 5 – The Masked Assailant!
"Man, this place is great!"
Forest of Fallen Giants, battleground of the Giant Lord
In the waning days of the Age of Fire, the cursed kingdom of Drangleic had fallen victim to a vicious gallery of otherworldly horrors, staking their claim on the land and ravaging any and all who would dare set foot beyond its gates! The king had yet to send word, and his proud men had been reduced to hollows, their loyalty extending beyond the grave! Yet, not every warrior swore fealty to Vendrick!
"...So you've decided not to let me pass, then. I see, you're pretty adamant about it."
A looming terror stalked the skies of Drangleic, relentlessly hunting those who bore the Darksign, their motive shrouded in darkness! A great knight clad in black iron, his origins were as murky as the haze of thick, dark smoke that emanated from his form! Known, at least to those who survived the deadly encounter as the Pursuer, his name alone was enough to make even the seasoned veteran think twice!
"...fair enough. I gave you an out, and you didn't take it. Unfortunately for you, my people... well, they wouldn't exactly herald my return."
His layered breastplate bore the faces of every victim he had claimed thus far, still frozen in the screams of anguish they displayed in their final moments! A great quiver was affixed to his back, housing the weaponry of his fallen foes, the trophies of his endless hunt!
"I'll wrap this up nice and quick. I didn't bring these with me because they were pretty to look at..."
His right hand held a gleaming greatsword, brandished as deftly and lightly as a slender rapier. In his left, a round greatshield imbued with ancient runes that warded off even the influence of the curse! In his pursuit, he was tireless, and the fierce nature of his ruthless disposition could not be underestimated!
"...and I'm more than enough of an eyeful for you, big boy."
In his own pursuit of Knight LoveGame, The mysterious enrobed man had found himself at an unexpected impasse! Upon the wings of a great black eagle came a warrior of immense stature, shrouded in accursed black smoke! The rough sound of steel meeting stone shook the ground as his greatsword embedded itself within, followed by an even heavier thud as the Pursuer himself made his landing, retrieving the blade as the black smoke dissipated. He glared at the robed figure, the red haze glinting from the slit of his helm saying more than words could ever convey.
Perhaps fate itself had a sense of irony, as unknown to either of them, both of these men were indeed after the very same target! Not that it mattered anymore, as the Pursuer seemed more than content to destroy the unwitting challenger that stood before him now!
Casting formalities aside, the otherworldly swordsman dashed at his undead foe with the precision of a veteran marksman... and yet, failed to find his mark even once! His target had disappeared the moment before his blade had been brought down! In that instant, a crackle of golden lightning manifested the robed man's reappearance, bludgeoning the Pursuer with his silver mace! It was an elegant, clean strike that rung out through the old battlegrounds as the shrill twist of metal, nearly knocking a hole in the Pursuer's thick armor! The crude dent left behind crackled with sparks – the mark of an expertly infused weapon!
Even against this unknown foe, the Pursuer proved himself no slouch, shielding himself from the man's attempted followup! The aquamarine aura of soul energy surged from beneath the tireless hunter of undead, as he glided backward with harrowing speed in an attempt to create distance and ready his next move! Rearing back with his lustrous greatsword, he'd rocket toward the assailant with the full force of his immense form!
Even as the desperate grip on his sanity began to loosen, the Pursuer knew well that this was no ordinary undead, one worthy of the full extent of his fearsome might! To that end, he'd hold back no longer. Calling forth a deep blue aura from his arm, he'd imbue his greatsword with the energy of the undead curse itself, barreling towards the enrobed warrior with blinding speed!
What ensued was a dazzling display of gold and azure as the newly-made enemies clashed, their speed nearly imperceptible to the human eye! They'd seemingly match each other blow for blow, the shockwaves of each surgical strike tearing across the makeshift arena, scattering the dust and cobblestone about! Again and again, they'd leap away from one another, only to meet for another clash in the center! While the robed cleric had snuck several strikes past the Pursuer's defenses, he'd yet to sustain a single hit, disappearing in a bolt of lightning just before that imposing greatsword could cleave him in two! Again and again, he'd furiously fail to find his mark!
No, the unknown assailant had other plans. Each earth-shattering clash had brought them closer to the makeshift arena's entrance – it appeared that the Pursuer had seen through his enemy's strategy, leaving him decisively cornered! He'd waste no time raising his sword arm high, poised to add that lovely silver mace into his growing collection!
...yet, again, the Pursuer's strike would fall wide, swinging into a crackling fizzle of electricity! Bewildered as his heavy blade embedded itself into the stone floor, he'd turn around only just in time to witness the brilliance of his enemy's tactics! Somehow, he'd managed to reappear at the far end of the arena, manning one of the heavy ballista, fully functional despite the years of wear it must've endured against the Giants! "...You ought not to leave these things just lying around, friend. They could end up hurting you.~" remarked the robed man, readying the fully-loaded weapon. Still recovering from the sheer force of his earlier strike, the mighty Pursuer found himself unable to evade the unforgiving, swift barrage of black steel bolts, shredding through his armor as though it were no more than flesh! The menacing executioner was dead on impact, his body fizzling into black smoke as the robed man retrieved his soul, along with a power beyond human imagination...
"Phew... almost had me second guessing there. Certainly didn't expect the fortress to be bustling with life like this... I'd better be on my way... wouldn't want to disappoint my mark, after all... Can't be late.~"
"...Ilia, gimme a hand with this!" yelled LoveGame from across the outer walkways of the fortress. With their victory against the Last Giant secured, and the Soldier's Key in tow, the two heroes saw it fit to do a bit of cleanup, checking every forgotten corner of the old tower for anything remotely useful. The wayward knight had evidently unearthed a hidden gem of sorts – a lovely set of armor, still fully intact! "Looks like..."
"...the set of one of Vendrick's captains!" Ilia finished his sentence. "A nice find, to be sure..."
Digging away at the dusty pile of rubble before him, LoveGame would speak between breaths of exhaustion, "...yeah... it's more than a good find! This stuff is perfect for an aspiring knight like myself..." he said, attempting to wrench the body away from its stone prison, "...that is, if I could ever get it outta this damn rock! Look, it's even got a cape and everything! C'mon, almost got it...!"
"Normally I'd question the idea of lugging something that heavy with us, but... if it keeps you alive, well..." Ilia conceded, assisting her friend in clearing away the broken segments of stone that once provided some extra footing for the tower's outer wall. "Actually, I wouldn't mind taking a few notes on it. It's pristine, given how long ago the war ended..." she'd add, curious how the gear lasted so long. As LoveGame tried to pry the body loose, he'd feel Ilia's hands around his waist suddenly.
"Whoah there, hands off the goods!" he'd protest, stifling a laugh as he was inadvertently tickled. "...that is, unless you're in the market for- whoah!"
"Don't you dare finish that thought." Ilia growled, briefly putting the man in a vicegrip with her arms before retorting, "Yeah, I'll be sure to wash them first thing when I get back. Do you want your new treasure or not?!"
Through their combined efforts, the pair were indeed able to loosen the long-dead corpse and relieve him of his armaments. The full set proved quite the hefty burden – LoveGame would have to channel his newfound wealth of souls in order to gain the proper strength to don the heavy metal, and he knew just the lady for the job. "It's a hefty one, even for me... but with Drangleic's premier delivery service on our side..." he'd say optimistically, alluding to the bonfires, "...so how about we go pay our new pal a visit? Boy, do we have a tale and a half for her. Can't wait to see how- whoah!"
"Hit the floor, big guy!" The moment Knight LoveGame turned toward the tower's back entrance, Ilia grabbed him by the cloth of his armor and tackled him to the floor, nearly knocking the wind out of the bewildered swordsman! He'd fall flat on his back just in time to catch a glimpse of exactly what Ilia had just saved him from – a great ball of lightning erratically bolted over his head, showering its white sparks above as the crash of blunt metal against stone rocked the old battleground!
The knight managed to push himself to his feet just as the dust settled and the dancing sparks fizzled out... and the silhouette of a man came into view! His face was fully obscured by a helm of finely polished, bradden steel, a cherry-red vapor escaping from the eye holes and billowing skyward into the winds. His body was largely swallowed up by a heavy, layered robe of cloudy white fluff over cobalt blue fabric, nearly reaching past his curiously bare feet. In his right hand, he'd brandish a silver mace coated in divine lightning, and a bell-like catalyst in his left. Recovering from the failed attempt at murder, he'd address them at last. "Phew... thought for sure that would've done it. I commend your reflexes but alas, this is as far as you'll go... Knight LoveGame!" he'd speak in that breathy, demonically low tone, biting each word with bitter contempt.
Ignoring for a moment the many questions raised when he was addressed by name, LoveGame didn't hesitate to draw his sword. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're a quick one yourself. Were it not for the timely intervention of my pal here, I'd be toast!" he'd tell the stranger. "Listen, I'm kinda carrying a lot on me now, in both senses. Whatever business you have with me could surely be sorted out in a fair duel. So just lemme lug this armor back to the Emerald lady, and I'll-"
His foe would shoot down the proposal with a stern shake of his head, casting a great spear of lightning, which LoveGame only narrowly avoided with a timely backstep! "As if I'd give you that option! I'll stifle you here and now, while you're nice and weak!"
Crossing his arms and assuming a haughty pose for a moment, LoveGame would retaliate with, "Hah, well the joke's on you, good sir! I'm never weak! Isn't that right, Ilia? What's say we lay this guy out real quick and head back to-"
"Nah, I'm good." Instead of joining LoveGame's side as he expected, Ilia gingerly sheathed her scimitar and leaned up against the nearby wall. "Let's? I've never seen this man in my life. Clearly... this is between you and him, LoveGame." she'd say rather plainly. Even LoveGame himself caught the faint hints of an ulterior motive.
"The hell kinda protector are you, Ilia?! Cant'cha see this guy means business?!" he'd yell back at her through gritted teeth.
Adamantly firm on her stance, the lithe swordstress didn't budge an inch, telling him, "Be that as it may, you won't always have me to fall back on. An honorable one-on-one is what you knight types live and breathe, right? Besides..." she'd tell him with a reassuring wink, "I know you've got this."
Their heated exchange brought forth a sinister laugh from the assailant. "Bahahahah, I can hardly believe what I'm seeing here! Poor LoveGame, abandoned by his little girlfriend in his hour of need." he'd taunt viciously.
Ilia nearly blew a vein in her forehead shouting, "Hey, don't get it twisted! I'd never consider someone like him in a million years! I ought to cut you down just for implying such an absurd... no." she'd simmer down after a series of deep breaths. "Not even worth my time..."
"Cool down, Ilia. It's like you said... I've got this." LoveGame said, stowing his fears for the time being as he turned his attention to his attacker. "Seriously though, it's nothing like that. For the time being, she's just here for the ride." he'd back his protector's words up as he brandished the white steel blade, taking that same stance he'd learned holding it above his head and crouching slightly. "I've never gone at it with a sane human. Let's see what ya got, then!"
His grip on the mace tightening, the assailant scoffed at LoveGame. "I'm not here for the thrill of the fight. Aren't you the least bit curious why I sought you out?"
He'd shake his head with a casual, "Nah, not really. Time's of the essence here, so unless that's King Vendrick himself underneath that shiny tin can, I couldn't care less. Not like I'm ever gonna see you again after I kick your ass."
"You insolent... fine, let those be your last words, Knight LoveGame!" he'd shout in a distorted tone as he dashed toward the knight, mace at the ready as a shower of sparks emanated from his robe!
LoveGame held his ground, countering the blow with his blade! The clash of sword against mace, steel upon steel had ensued, their metallic clang echoing all through the forest! Each time LoveGame was poised to land a clean cut, his opponent would disappear in a shower of lightning, emerging in the next flash from a different angle! Again and again, his strike would fall wide! "Shit! How can he be so fast?!" he'd growl, only barely deflecting each swing of the weighty mace.
"LoveGame, tch... don't tell me..." Ilia sighed with exasperation. "You haven't figured it out yet? He's just channeling his souls to move faster than you can see. Like you said, being undead comes with its own very convenient set of perks." she explained. "When I calmed myself a moment ago... I could see him just fine. C'mon, you of all people should know this stuff!"
"Right, I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down..." said the knight, taking long breaths as he held position like an immovable boulder, only moving his arms to deflect the strikes of the mace. Each time he successfully blocked, he'd begin to feel out the enemy's movements. What was once an incomprehensible blur of lightning and silver took on a human shape... and instead of deflecting the next strike, LoveGame's sword would finally find its mark! The sickening cut of metal into flesh, the ceremonial robes doing little to ward off steel!
Recoiling from the sharp pain, his assailant would tumble backward in an attempt to create distance! Refusing to give the stranger an inch, LoveGame chased him down and raised his sword for a followup, only to be sent careening back by a forceful shockwave! Catching himself with his arm, he'd spy something shiny in the man's left hand... a catalyst! Its bells would chime in harmonious resonance, calling forth a miracle that healed his wound completely, even repairing the fabric that had been shredded only moments ago!
"Careful, LoveGame." warned Ilia, recognizing the familiar tool in an instant. "He's got some kind of healing miracle. Don't give him an inch!"
Holding the chime above his head, the masked man would taunt, "It's an energy derived from faith... and it can do far more than just healing!" before casting a great bolt of lightning at Knight LoveGame! He'd evade only by the tip of his toes, the stone floor before him now charred pitch black as a wisp of smoke rose from the point of impact. "You squandered your only chance to close the distance. Too bad."
Realizing that his only choice was to quite literally think on his feet, LoveGame racked his mind for options. Seeing no other choice, he'd take another page from the memories imparted to him during his clash with the Last Giant. Calling upon his blade to surge his own body with lightning, he'd rush the masked cleric at a breakneck speed, his teeth grit hard and shield held tight!
The assailant was already charging another lightning spear, and loosed it at the knight followed by a harrowing barrage of several more! Undaunted, LoveGame wouldn't break the stride of his sprint! He wouldn't even make an attempt to evade the thunderous assault, hoping his speed would be enough! His shield, sturdy as it was, did little to defend him from the devastating lightning magic, several shots indeed hitting their mark! Each desperate step of his greaves against the cobblestone floor represented his undying resolve!
The instant he felt he was close enough, he'd lower his stance bit by bit, redirecting his own lightning into his boots! "A bit of advice – you might wanna consider shoes when you're out and about! Especially in a place like this..." Right as the unknown assailant readied his next spell, LoveGame would slide toward him on his knees, preparing to slice his enemy out from underneath him! "...you might just lose your footing if you ain't careful! Stun Dipper!" he called out, golden crackles of lightning streaking from his blade!
...yet, he was only just too late to land the decisive cut, a fact that his assailant would viciously call him out for, evading the blade with a superhuman leap! "Hah! A commendable effort, but I saw that coming!" he'd taunt viciously, ready to punish the miss! He'd seem to hang in midair as though fate had allowed him to savor this moment! "Now YOU'RE WIDE O- HOW IN THE HELL?!"
"Greed... SEVER!" LoveGame roared, seamlessly transitioning from his sliding maneuver into a harrowing frontward flip, a contrail of gradient rainbow tones chasing his blade of lightning! The masked man was too late, to committed to his own counterattack to stop the sword as it viciously struck against his head, nearly splitting his helm in two! The shrill twist of metal gave way to the hiss of the crimson smoke as it violently spewed from the gash LoveGame had created!
It wasn't quite enough to kill, yet it was all the strange man needed to know about the strength of his adversary. As the knight landed on his feet, he'd waste no time preparing to finish the job. "Phew! Gotta say, you're pretty strong! The both of us are just full of tricks, aren't we?" he'd say as the man was still recoiling in pain, clutching at the point of impact on his helm and groaning. "I think I'm starting to get the hang of- Ooooooaawwww!"
The jingle of a chime gave way to the pop of a magical barrier! LoveGame would find himself cut off once more as the man called forth another miracle, emitting a close-ranged shockwave that sent the knight careening, landing flat on his back and dazing him! "Hey, just what kinda gimmick is this...?" he'd weakly say, doing his best to get his bearings. "...get back here! We weren't done!"
Through blurred vision, his eyes would catch the man as he attempted a swift retreat, likely having used the opening to heal himself enough to move again. The robed figure sprinted his way up the colossal stone sword, broken from the arm of the great stone statue that once served as a symbol of the fortress' might. Still clutching at the crimson crack of his helm, he'd limp his way to the top before calling out, "Not bad, you actually had me going for a moment there! Unfortunately for you, this isn't where it ends. No, that wouldn't be any fun..." he'd growl, reaching the hilt of the great embedded sword. "Don't look so down. You want your fair duel so bad? Come and get it, LoveGame. Let's meet again, at the Tower of Flame. That is, if you don't go hollow before then... be seeing you!"
With that, the robed assailant would put his weapons at his side, showing no fear as he took a daring dive from the colossal blade's hilt.
"My! How bold!" remarked Ilia.
"Was that legal?!" LoveGame added, still catching his breath as he pushed himself to his feet.
Their curiosity getting the better of them, the pair would make their way up the broken sword and look for any signs of their attacker. It was a long, sheer drop from an already high point of the fortress, elevated even further by the angle the sword was stuck in. All that awaited below was endless miles of the great northern sea. As much as they wanted to believe that nothing could logically survive such a fall, their growing awareness of the warped kingdom and its nature to challenge their expectations, they knew not to assume the man was out of their lives for good.
Having had more than their fill of the Forest for several lifetimes, our heroes made their way back to the settlement of Majula with their first victory under their belts.
Majula
The evening sunset had set in just as LoveGame and Ilia arrived back at the crumbling safe haven. Having come into a modest wealth of souls thanks to his earlier excursion, the knight thought at length on how best to spend them. He'd let Ilia study over the Last Giant's own soul before crushing it to add to his collection, feeling an otherworldly power caress his being briefly. His first stop was Maughlin's armory, where he'd find that the once-timid merchant had regained a bit of his confidence after the knight's earlier purchase, and had expanded his inventory a fair bit. Catching the wayward knight's eye was the Royal Soldier Helm, a brand-new version of the rusted one he'd found in the forest. Though he'd grown attached to its battle-worn design, the new piece fit perfectly with the rest of his repertoire. With LoveGame's continued patronage, the once crestfallen merchant began to see a glimmer of hope that he could make a living even in this accursed kingdom.
After their shopping trip, Ilia would survey the land a bit more on her own, giving LoveGame some time to himself. The girl still had her fair share of burning questions for the man she was sworn to protect; he knew as well as she did. Ultimately, she'd decide to ask him when they were both good and ready, knowing the man had been through quite a lot for one day. Besides, she was all too eager to use the key she'd been given by that eclectic cartographer back in the Forest. It was a perfect fit for the old weathered mansion that overlooked Majula. Much to Ilia's delight, she'd find the building full of old tomes and texts that would prove instrumental to her research. The two heroes would claim this mansion as their base of operations, furnishing it over time as the closest thing they had to a home in this desolate land.
Of course, his very next destination was at the Emerald Herald's side, with whom he'd excitedly share the news of his victory. She'd express her surprise that one of the old giants still stood after the war, and note that while it wasn't quite one of the great souls, the souls he'd gained here would prove instrumental in giving him the strength he needed to press on. Stoic as she was, the Herald couldn't help but be entertained as the knight regaled her with the day's events. He'd accept her offer to channel his souls into strength without second thought, awed and inspired at her unique ability to refine the lost souls of the departed. Experiencing the process firsthand was truly surreal; he'd feel as though the cloaked woman was taking hold of his own soul. Before long, LoveGame would even don that lovely armor he'd freed from the forest.
Satisfied with his newfound power, LoveGame made his way toward the bonfire for a well-deserved rest. Sure, he thought, this undead journey was meant to be one without rest. This time, however, the logical thinker within him prevailed over the brash and stubborn warrior that he was at his core. The sun had nearly disappeared over the sea, taking with it its valuable light. It simply wouldn't make sense, LoveGame reasoned, to set out this late. He'd nearly been ambushed just before, and if someone like that was willing to strike in broad daylight, he didn't want to think about what prowled this forsaken land at nightfall...
Still decompressing from the heart-racing challenges he'd faced back in the forest, he'd let the world melt around him for a moment. The comfort that the embers provided made for an ideal spot to meditate, after all. Before long, LoveGame had become so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed he'd been joined by another, likely a traveler as weary as he was. At first glance, the stranger could've easily been mistaken for another knight. His face was completely obscured by a helm of expertly forged iron, its unusual shape and distinct red plume indicative of the old Heide order. His armor was equally striking; wrought in deep purple, marked by its large shoulders and ornate cloth tassels. However, closer inspection denoted that he was more likely a wizard. Despite its frame, the man's armor was far lighter than a knight's standard issue, skeletonized in all the right places without sacrificing vital protection. Upon his back was neither a great blade nor a shield, but a tall staff wrought of enchanted black iron, with two gyroscopic rings slowly spinning around a large white crystal affixed to its tip.
It had to have been close to an hour, neither man appearing to notice the other, until LoveGame briefly snapped himself back into reality just as night had fallen in full. "...oh! Guess I didn't see ya there." he'd finally speak up. "Guess I wasn't really expecting anyone... then again, I did hear this land attracts all kinds... well, in any case... greetings, adventurer. I'm Knight LoveGame, of Wes'Sv'Urginiah. Well met! With who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" he'd ask, doing his best to sound polite and amicable.
He'd get his answer in a single word, spoken in a voice as coarse, gravely, and dry as a desert sinkhole. "Vivi."
"Ah, well... good to have ya around, Vivi. You look like the type who knows what he's doing, at least." said the knight, figuring the visitor was seasoned enough given his choice of gear. "As for me, I've still got a decent ways to go. If you can believe it, I... I'm actually looking to meet up with the King."
Vivi remained dead quiet, giving only the faintest indication that he was at least acknowledging LoveGame.
"Yeah, I know it might sound like a suicide mission to some, but... I think Ilia and I can handle it. That Emerald lady's a real trip too, can't seem to get a bead on her..." he'd continue, still without the faintest hint of a response. "...say, it's a nice night out, isn't it?"
"Yep." he answered plainly.
"Heh, you're a man of few words, aren't ya?"
"Yep."
"So, uhh, what brings-"
"Look man... not tonight. Appreciate the enthusiasm, but, uhh. I got, uhh, shit to do… We can talk, but uhh... later." Vivi finally said, unrolling a sleeping bag and stretching a bit. Whether he was merely trying to avoid further conversation, the weariness in his voice was a bit more evident now that he actually spoke a full sentence. "'Night." said Vivi, lying down and using his backpack for a pillow, turning away from the knight as he drifted off. Realizing it'd be in his best interests to do the same, LoveGame prepared to turn in for the night. Whatever worries he had on his mind were overtaken by his own exhaustion. The wayward knight laid himself himself under the stars, the warmth of the bonfire thankfully mitigating the need for a blanket as the white noise of the great northern sea lulled him into slumber.
Knight LoveGame had promised himself that he'd be up bright and early, and had given Ilia full permission to ensure that he kept that promise. It was no surprise then, that the first thing that came into his blurred line of sight as the sun caressed over Majula was the shimmer of her platinum locks, as the subdued ringing of his ears gave way to her familiar voice. "Aha! Ready to attack the day, honorable Knight LoveGame?"
Stretching and gathering his armor to his side, the knight would notice he was indeed the last of the bunch to awake. Vivi was nowhere to be seen, evidently sincere about his pressing matters from before. The Emerald Herald had seen it fit to spend the morning relaxing by the cliff that overlooked the great sea. Feeling energized, the man would take to his usual routine, washing himself off behind the old mansion and changing back into his new armor. Originally made only for the captains of Vendrick's royal army, the set was heavier than the Falconer armor LoveGame had arrived with, to be sure. Wrought almost entirely of steel, he'd have hardly a second thought that he'd be crushed under its sheer weight if not for the blessing of the Emerald Herald. Even then, he'd have to take great care getting used to moving around in the protective getup.
Combined with his newly purchased helm, the set certainly cut the figure of a hero. Layered steel platemail attached to a sturdy, narrow plateskirt, with an elegant crimson cape billowing in the wind, having endured only slight tattering during the war. Still favoring his blade of lightning for the time being, he'd bring his trusty broadsword along as a backup. He'd take careful count of his lifegem collection, having found a fair few in the forest. The old merchant hag they'd come across back in the tower had made her own way to the settlement, setting up her makeshift shop. It wasn't much for the time being, but among her wares were indeed a precious few lifegems.
Ilia would join his side after getting her own gear in check. She was relieved to know that despite not being undead – and very much wanting to keep it that way – the healing qualities of the lifegems worked on her just as well. Perhaps the soul truly was the universal essence of life, she thought. The two heroes briefly mulled over where they'd set out for next, before remembering the assailant's words from the day prior. They didn't exactly have to put their heads together to come to the inference that he was talking about the great lighthouse that could be seen in the distance from Majula, even more evident burning bright against the night sky before. There weren't exactly many other options; the other path that forked from where they'd emerged had been blocked by an eerie statue, it stone palms firmly gripping the lever that would've opened the gate ahead. As for the gaping pit, that perfect circle that had settled into the center of Majula... the pair preferred to put off traversing the foreboding abyss for the time being. They likely would've avoided it altogether if the Herald hadn't mentioned a Great Soul supposedly dwelling down there...
Luckily, the path to the lighthouse was a bit more straightforward. Among the few places our heroes had yet to explore was an old structure built into the side of the cliff near where the cat had set up shop. Beyond the narrow, cramped staircase that made up the entrance, they'd find themselves in a large rotunda wrought in intricate black metals. Its design was ancient and its origins nebulous, nothing else like it existed in Drangleic. There was but one pathway leading out, slightly to the right of the entrance, but more could clearly be seen beyond what appeared to be a set of interlocking gates. The room's sole point of interest was a pillar in the very center, with a complex mechanism built of white rock.
Ilia studied the mechanism with great intrigue, likening its construction to dwarven technology. Simply gazing upon it boggled the mind. LoveGame peered beyond the inacessible path, thinking aloud, "Huh... wonder where that goes..."
"...from the looks of it, you may have to keep wondering." Ilia said, continuing to pore over its unusual design. "To be honest, I don't even know what could physically operate this... you'd need something huge, and absurdly heavy... doesn't matter now, our new friend did advise heading this way, after all..."
LoveGame nodded, heading toward the exit with Ilia close by. "Guess so... The Emerald lady did tell us one of the Great Souls was in this direction. In that case, if we press on, we'll be one step closer to getting this kingdom outta this mess." he said optimistically. "If ol' red smoke wants to throw down again... then so be it. Not sure what his beef with me is, but he's just gonna have to get over it. You said it yourself, we've got plenty of work to do as it is."
Hmm... completely dismissive. Seems like the guy's got even less of a clue about any of this than I thought... Still, it doesn't add up... she'd think to herself, deciding to stow her questions for the time being. LoveGame seemed to be unusually on top of things, and she didn't want to say anything that might spoil the mood.
"Aww, for cryin' out loud, a sewer already?" ...and there it was. LoveGame's groan of mild displeasure echoed through the narrow stone passage that the rotunda lead into. Cold, cramped, and as dank as ever, the rush of water beneath their feet could be heard the moment they stepped in. "I tell ya, I get a brand new pair of boots and what's the first thing I do? Get 'em wet. I'd read about these places back home... seemed to come up more often than you'd think, but still... It is what it is, I suppose. The life of an adventurer, huh?"
"Hate to say it, but it ain't like you're wrong." said Ilia, dragging her feet through the shallow slush as she pulled the gate lever open. She'd recall the frankly absurd amount of times she was tasked with some contrived reason to enter the nearest sewer system. At the very least, she was desensitized to it by now. "Still, no use in complaining. We'll be somewhere more interesting before you know it... something tells me they don't keep Great Souls in Drangleic's pipeline."
Nodding in agreement, LoveGame forged ahead with Ilia at her side. He'd briefly rummage through the underground tunnel, though he'd find little of use besides a flimsy wooden shield, which he tossed aside without much thought. The path ahead appeared strangely longer than it evidently was; the two heroes having reached its terminus in a matter of minutes. A golden glint of sunlight subtly reached its way through the door just ahead.
Heide's Tower of Flame
Places of genuine, breathtaking beauty were understandably a thing of rarity here in Drangleic. Among the few exceptions was the romantic ruins that had just greeted our heroes as they emerged. Named for the brilliant, towering lighthouse that overlooked what was now in ruin, Heide's Tower of Flame offered the warm glow of an amber sunset, sparkling against the sapphire sea below and glimmering as it undulated endlessly and slowly with the winds. Though reduced by years of erosion to a crumbling, treacherous path, the stone that did remain shone like pure gold under the sunset that was almost too perfect. Though nary a single ship had come in since Drangleic fell under the curse, the lighthouse, its smooth stone brick accented in deep blues, burned as bright as ever, as if defiantly refusing to waver against the endless dark.
Letting her eyes adjust as she emerged, a thought had suddenly occurred to Ilia. Sunset... wasn't it morning just before? And yet, they were almost to the lighthouse already... shaking her head, she'd dismiss the thought for now. Perhaps it was actually a sunrise, and she'd merely had her orientation off. Not like she brought a compass. Regardless, she didn't have but a moment to think it over before LoveGame's familiar voice called over.
"Man... this place is great!" declared the knight, placing both hands on his hips as he gazed out toward the sunset, scanning over the horizon with excitement. "Yes, I've never quite seen such... umm..." LoveGame stumbled over his words a bit in an attempt to be poetic. "...beauty in... decay! Truly this land is... yeah, what I'm saying is, I kinda like it here."
Already taking notes, the platinum blonde swordstress would take time to get her own eyeful of the seaside ruins. "What'd I tell ya, LoveGame? Even I've never seen anything like it..." she'd say, marveling at the view. She'd note several other, smaller sets of ruins further out in the distance, inaccessible thanks to the vast stretches of sea between them.
"Once I've had my words with the ol' King, I might just see about some oceanfront property here..." said the knight, already fantasizing about establishing his quarters among the lovely ruins. "Needs a few repairs, but the sun, the sea, the atmosphere... come to think of it, all we lack is..." he continued, before gesticulating into the air, "...the chicks!"
Ilia scoffed at his bizarre suggestion. "...need I remind you I'm right here?" she said with a hint of sass. "Unless that's supposed to be some kind of joke-"
"Nothin' like that." LoveGame firmly denied with crossed arms as the two walked and talked. "It's just that I know you'd never be into me that way." he said, before holding back mild laughter and grinning slyly under his helm. "...that is, unless..." taunted the knight, his voice tapering into a cutesy tone.
"Nope. Don't even finish that thought." Ilia said firmly. She simply shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. "...that is, uhh... awfully respectful of you. I still feel like there was a dig at me there somewhere, but I'll give you this one. Now, where to..." she'd wonder aloud as the path neared a fork, splitting off from a large rotunda ahead. To the right was the namesake Tower of Flame, the spiral of stone stairs leading up to its main chamber still fully intact.
They briefly considered the other option, which would take them leftward toward a grand cathedral, its crystalline stained-glass windows like gemstones against the sunlight. Unfortunately, the drawbridge had been raised sometime ago, cutting off access for the time. As enticing as the prospect of plundering the old church for treasure was to the two, they opted not to stray too far from the path to their first Great Soul. "To the tower it is, then. We don't wanna keep the Emerald lady waiting. Besides, I uhh... think we're a little late for church anyhow." LoveGame half-joked.
"Too bad it isn't Sunday." Ilia halfheartedly chimed with a scoff. "Looks like the place is still fairly well-guarded. Watch your footing when we move in to engage. None of that flipping around shit, got it?" she commanded, noting the poor footing they'd have to contend with against the new enemy that waited just ahead.
"The hell are those things, anyway? A bunch of giants?" LoveGame asked, spotting at least four or five towering figures in the distance. Though their details were difficult to make out against the setting sun, the imposing silhouette they cut out of the orange sky gave them an idea of what they were up against. Clad in bulky armor, they stood nearly twice LoveGame's height. Indeed, one could be forgiven for mistaking them for a giant, had they not already known what constituted one in this world. "Well, not that kind, but... you know what I mean."
"Dunno. Who cares what they are; all that matters right now is that they're in our way." said Ilia bluntly, already planning her method of attack. "Just looks like a bunch of old knights to me. Think about it, why were the undead soldiers still guarding the Cardinal Tower back in the forest? They say that those who go hollow are forever bound to their duties in the waking world." she'd tell him, imparting a bit of lore she'd picked up along the way.
Stretching as he readied himself to enter the fray, LoveGame nodded toward her with confidence, smiling behind his helm. "Right. No reason not to give 'em what they want, then." he'd reason, tensing himself up for combat once more. On Ilia's signal, the pair would make their way toward the tower of flame, greatly anticipating whatever would await them within.
For all its unwavering beauty, the seaside ruins was a much more linear affair than the great expanse of the Forest. Thought it was clearly once a much larger, more cohesive structure, the crumbling ruin left only the skeleton of a path ahead. The great guardians proved to be only moderately challenging to the duo; though their strikes were indeed powerful and hefty, their bulk combined with their hollow nature made them sluggish and uncoordinated. Their armor, which upon closer inspection was a well-worn sea green, appeared to be eroded and rusted, perhaps victims of the great expanse of waters below. This made their defenses a bit lacking, especially against LoveGame's lightning infused assault. Toppling the towering men felt almost refreshing compared to the struggles they'd found themselves in just before.
The first two of the old knights were alone, only engaging our heroes when they were close enough. One held the traditional set of a sword and round shield, even trying to swing behind his back before the two overwhelmed him. A hint toward the true nature of these forlorn ruins was revealed when the old knight's souls were absorbed not by LoveGame, but instead by a peculiar iron mechanism nearby. A pair of slots folded open, revealing a rusted lever that rose up from just below where the stone had broken away. "Normally I'd have second thoughts, but... you wanna pull it?"
"Who wouldn't?" LoveGame said, casting away his doubts with a casual shrug and yanking the lever. Though they could hear the rush of water followed by a low rumble in the distance, they weren't entirely sure what they'd accomplished. In any case, they'd head on toward the round building, briefly tangling with the next old knight that impeded their path. This one held a great mace in both hands, swinging tirelessly until the duo rushed behind him to strike him down together. Once inside the rotunda, the two were faced with another trio of towering soldiers. Interestingly, the pair holding shields alongside their blades backed away, allowing LoveGame a fair duel with the one in the middle brandishing a thick greatsword. It was only a brief moment, however, before he'd struck the knight down and assisted Ilia in dispatching the other two. This victory awarded them yet another lever, but this one went unnoticed for the time being.
Either way, the pair stuck to their decision to head right, taking down one more pair of the oversized soldiers before reaching yet another foreboding wall of fog. LoveGame had even managed to salvage a pair of their gauntlets that were still intact, slipping them on for the slight defensive boon. Just as they were about to steel themselves for their next showdown, the both of them noticed a peculiar sign on the ground, shimmering in brilliant light. It bore some resemblance to the messages they'd seen carved in soapstone all through their journey so far, but this one was distinct. The runes were much larger, and glowed a stark white rather than the familiar burnt orange. Placed just at the edge of the stone path overlooking the calming seas, it almost seemed to call out to LoveGame with the faintest magical hum. "Now lookie here... is it some kind of message?" asked the knight as he bent forward, curious enough to reach out and touch the set of shining sigils.
"Point of advice..." said Ilia, half paying attention as she readied herself to traverse the mist that separated them from the inside of the lighthouse. "...maybe don't go touching everything you see, you-ahhhh!" her words of warning were interrupted by an intense, bright flash of light from where LoveGame, nearly stumbling over himself, had stood just before.
Shielding his eyes from the intense brightness, he'd lower his arm to see... a man, or at least, the aethereal apparition of what was once a man, standing before him clad in full armor and battle-ready the moment LoveGame laid eyes on him. His entire being was the same brilliant white as the sign he was called forth from, with a gray mist constantly emanating from his form. Looking upon it gave a peculiarly calming sensation, the near opposite of the sense of dread they'd feel near the same mist that beckoned them a mere few paces away.
Clearly a wandering warrior of some kind, his outfit was a ragged mix of several different sets. Of note, he wore the same presumably white chainmail as that white knight they'd encountered back in the forest, and his helm was near identical to LoveGame's. His weapon of choice was none other than the infamous Zweihander, a terribly large sword nearly as long as he was tall. His shield, by comparison, was a simple buckler, one of the smallest available. He'd address the pair in a deep, weary voice with the faintest hint of friendly disposition. "Greetings! I was beginning to think no one would show up." he'd say, noting the look of confusion on Ilia's face and assuming the same of LoveGame. "Oh, shoot... I'm called Glencour. The greatest self-taught swordsman the world has known. My... thanks for picking me up."
"Uhh... nice to meet you... picking you up?" asked LoveGame, still not quite getting the picture.
"Well, yes." said Glencour, doing his best to clear things up. "Don't tell me you've never seen a soapstone before. You couldn't have possibly missed all those messages if you've made it this far. A white one's a little hard to come by, but you can use it as a fissure across worlds to offer your assistance to adventurers in need... or answer their call, in my case."
Ilia perked up, the man's words unlocking a memory or two. "Oh, soapstones! I've read a thing or two about them. They might look unassuming, but each kind contains a special property. An orange one is just for writing messages, but it's said that they can be read even across time. Let's see, then there's the plum soapstone, said to be able to subjugate other creatures to your will." she'd explain thoroughly, thinking about all the different colors the mysterious mineral came in. "Most people know about the white one. You can send yourself... well, sort of a spiritual projection of yourself to another point in time, or even other worlds entirely. I actually considered getting my hands on one to get here, but the effect is a temporary one. Sooner or later, you're right back where you came from."
"...might have to look into that." said LoveGame, genuinely intrigued, but more concerned with the matter at hand. "Pleased to meet ya, either way. I'm LoveGame. Thanks for givin' us a little company; it was starting to get a little lonely with just Ilia here around- whoah!"
LoveGame's cordial greeting was cut short courtesy of Ilia putting him into a hold for a brief moment. "...my friend here says such silly things... anyhow. What brings you here?"
"I won't press you for your full story, travelers, but... it looks to me like you need access to the tower of flame here." Glencour assumed, correctly. "One of Vendrick's elite was left behind to guard the place, but he's without his wits now. Old pal of mine, if you can believe it. Not much chance of getting past him without a fight, I'm afraid. Honorable LoveGame and Ilia, give me the honor of putting him down for good." he'd say with conviction.
"Well, you look tough enough..." said LoveGame, sizing the swordsman up with his hands on his hips, nodding pensively. "...and that's some nice taste in gear. I can only imagine what kind of fierce rivalry you had with this fella."
He'd chuckle lightly and shake his head, holding out his palm. "What- Oh, no, no. Leaving him here in this state would be a disservice. Though I must admit, this is merely how I pass my free time." he'd say, much to their mild surprise. "My corporeal form has long since turned to ash. These days... I project my soul across the land to assist weary travelers."
"I could certainly think of worse ways to spend the afterlife." Ilia replied, scanning her own green hues over the ghostly knight. "How honorable. Well, come along then. Nothing left to do but take a crack at it, and you seem confident enough. LoveGame, you all set?"
He'd give his usual nod and thumbs-up. "Of course! I'm goin' in with nothing but the best, after all." he'd compliment both of his allies. He'd even light up a green blossom, releasing its energizing properties as his body tingled slightly. Weapons at the ready, they parted the mist with their new ally in tow, finding themselves inside yet another spacious rotunda.
What greeted them was a great knight brandishing a polearm nearly twice the length of its already hulking body. Its rounded, bulky armor wrought in dark scarlet gave it an unusually rotund appearance, and its matching helm was adorned with a set of imposing horns. Its absolute fortress of a body was further reinforced with a heavy greatshield, shaped rounded like a teardrop and covering the entire left side of its body. Without a sound but the clanking of heavy steel against stone, the guardian engaged the trio on sight! Its slow, lumbering gait made it easy to evade, but its arena of choice posed a different problem.
Upon closer inspection, the room's floor was composed of layers of stone circles. That lever they'd pulled earlier actually changed the nature of the room, giving them more footing to fight on. However, that lever they'd missed meant that it wasn't entirely filled in. The outer ring of the room was missing, and one wrong step would send our heroes plummeting into the sea below!
...however, the masterless Glencour was unfazed, firmly holding his ground as the weighty guardian barreled toward him. "You know, they call these men 'dragonriders'." he'd speak up, gradually lowering his stance as his foe closed in. "They're primarily mounted units, though they actually ride wyrms, a dragon's wingless cousin. The sheer heft of their armor was a non-issue when they weren't the ones lifting it up, but on foot..."
Keeping a tight grip on the greatsword, Glencour would ready his small buckler, holding it out in front of him! LoveGame and Ilia could only look on with their jaws agape – did this man truly aim to directly tank the brash assault with the diminutive shield?!
The answer... was yes, and no! The very moment the dragonrider brought down the razor-sharp head of its halberd, Glencour executed a perfect parry, swatting the polearm away! The wrath of all that kinetic energy had just turned its own attack against it! Now robbed of what little balance it had, the dragonrider went stumbling and careening past them, leaving all three unscathed! Their ghostly ally would seize the opening, turning on his heel and bringing down the fury of the Zweihander in a wide arc! "...why, they can hardly hold themselves up! They simply... hrrrghhh!" he'd shout, his great blade easily finding its mark against the disoriented foe! "...weren't built for it at all!"
The sheer force of the swing, quite impressive with but one arm, sent the Dragonrider careening in the direction he was already headed! Unable to find a grip on anything, the hefty knight was helpless as the floor beneath it inevitably ran out, sending the brute plummeting into the azure depths! The echoes of a mighty splash were all that remained of their foe, now resigned to a watery, if a bit peaceful grave.
"...and there you have it!" he'd say, dusting his palms and placing his large blade upon his back. "He may not have been in his prime any longer, but shambling around a tower is no way to live. Oh! But you should take this." he'd say, holding something in his palm, as white and aethereal as he was. It was indeed the white soapstone he'd spoken of just earlier. "If the idea of helping others appeals to you, don't hesitate to place your own signature. Who knows, some may even feel inclined to reward your efforts."
The two heroes were understandably speechless at the spirit's rather effortless dispatching of the dragonrider. This knight of no renown had destroyed his foe in a single move! The fight in its entirety couldn't have lasted over half a minute! Taking the soapstone, LoveGame would speak up at last. "Whoa, it's like... wow. We didn't even have to do anything. That was no ordinary move, either. I'm, uhh... a little pressed for time as it stands, but I wouldn't mind a duel sometime down the line."
He'd shake the wayward man's hand and nod firmly, their eyes meeting briefly through the slits of their helms. "I'll be here any time you wish to test your strength, warrior."
"In any case, you've got our thanks. We'll take it from here, Glencour." said Ilia, bidding him farewell.
Just as his ghostly form began to fade away from this mortal plane, he'd call out once more, "One last thing! A personal token of my appreciation." he'd say, handing out something else. It appeared to be a small chunk of marble or some other smooth ivory stone, wrapped in pure white silk and etched with a simple pattern. "With this, you could perhaps gain entry to the Cathedral of Blue." he'd inform, pointing to the grand cathedral they'd seen in the distance just earlier. "I can't say the path won't be any less perilous than it has been, but I'd wager just as well that treasure awaits within. You two seem fine on your own, but... should you ever decide to return, call upon me from the same spot. Farewell!" he'd tell them before fading into mist, leaving naught a trace of his presence behind.
Pressed for time, the pair would put a pin in the masterless mercenary's suggestion. Such a detour would have to wait for the time being, with the first Great Soul hanging in the balance. Vanquishing the dragonrider dispelled the mist for good, allowing them to ascend the stairs that spiraled up the length of the lighthouse's outer wall. The tower's top would offer them quite the gorgeous view of the sparkling sea against the sunset, as well as the familiar sight of a bonfire. There appeared to be a rather large indent in part of the stone floor, but the structure was in otherwise pristine condition, standing the test of time in this desolate world. As they'd observed from afar, it was still fully functional as a lighthouse, its flame enduring as well.
Resting at the bonfire alongside Ilia, LoveGame would quickly take inventory and note that much like the Last Giant, the dragonrider had awarded him with its soul, alongside a modest wealth of souls to spend as he saw fit. Despite remaining human, Ilia would also find herself receiving this aethereal currency upon striking down a foe. Evidently, certain beings within this world possess special souls worth far more than the common dreg. Though he'd yet to draw out their full potential, LoveGame knew that seeking these souls out were integral to gaining the strength he'd need to stand before King Vendrick.
"All done? C'mon, we're making great time!" Ilia encouraged her ally, feeling rather motivated after perhaps the easiest victory of their lives. There was but one path ahead – a stone bridge leading out of the lighthouse and into the mouth of the natural sea cavern. Something had been built into the side of it, but the pitch-black entrance made it difficult to discern.
Rising to his feet with a few stretches to prepare, LoveGame left the bonfire behind and joined the slender knightess' side, feeling a bit pumped himself. He'd opt to hang onto the dragonrider's soul rather than absorbing it as he did the giant's; he was determined to draw out the potential of these things, even if it was well out of his area of expertise. "Ready! Let's get while the gettin's good, eh?" he'd say with an air of optimism. "Gotta tell you, I'm gonna miss this gorgeous place..."
"Don't just leave without saying goodbye." responded a familiar voice that was certainly not Ilia's. "You aren't going to break your promise, are you?"
"Ah, there you are." LoveGame said with a sigh, drawing his blade once more. "Here I was actually starting to enjoy myself. In the excitement of it all, I almost forgot! Here I was all disappointed that I didn't get to fight anything today!"
Ilia immediately put her guard up, recalling well the chillingly deep voice of the assailant that had ambushed them just yesterday! "Now where is he..."
However, the two would not be made to wonder for long, as the enrobed man descended down onto the bridge in a death-defying leap, his landing creating a shockwave of crimson mist! He appeared just as before, heavy layered robes billowing against the sea breeze, mace at the ready. Curiously, he was even still wearing the same steel helm, a jagged split still evident courtesy of his last brush with LoveGame. A ceaseless torrent of bright scarlet smoke continued to emit from the gash, making a slight hiss as it did. "I'm sure it felt quite cathartic getting those cheap hits in on me last time. A shame you can't rely on those robust techniques in a place like this... that is, unless you can swim!" he'd taunt viciously. "Then again, I might just toss you over the edge myself."
Indeed, the bridge proved rather on the narrow side, with barely enough space to cross single-file. The guard railings, though still intact, were only about waist high. Evasive options were limited; one stray dodge would toss him to the seas, and acrobatic moves like the Greed Sever were completely out of the question. The masked man hadn't chosen this bridge as a staging area for no reason.
"...you won't get that chance!"
Having had enough of his stalker's theatrics, Knight LoveGame sought to end this conflict in a single strike! In a single motion, he'd retrieve a bundle of pine resin he'd plundered off of one of the dead knights earlier and coat the length of his sword with the viscous residue. Catching a dancing spark, the sword would alight with roaring embers that flickered off of its edge! LoveGame kicked off, rocketing toward his adversary at speeds that even Ilia had never witnessed!
Clearing the length of the bridge in record time, LoveGame would find the assailant unable to react in time! Seizing the perfect moment, he sliced into the man with scalding steel infused with the devastating union of flame and thunder! The white-hot uproar was nearly blinding, but it was clear that his blade had found its mark. Golden sparks remained crackling throughout the air, bending around the rolling upsurge of smoke!
Knowing never to be too sure, LoveGame was already bringing his right arm back around to ready a vicious followup!
...only it was just then that the wayward knight would hear the distinct sound of... a pop, like glass breaking, and feel a sudden rush of blunt force against his entire body, knocking the wind out of him and flinging him onto his back! Ilia, who was nearly ready to congratulate LoveGame on the timely move, now called out to her ally as she tried to make sense of what she'd just seen! "LoveGame! What the... get up!"
His ears ringing and his head spinning, the swordsman fought through the ache that spread over his entire body and pushed himself back to his feet, taking a swig of estus... and nearly spitting it out when he saw who awaited him when the smoke cleared at last. LoveGame's heart nearly burst from his chest.
"...you...how... you're not..."
...indeed, standing before him was not a man of any description, but instead a lady, looking roughly the same age as the two heroes. Her crimson gaze pierced straight through LoveGame, framed by golden blonde hair tied neatly in the back and pulled into a stylish side arc in the front. Most striking of all was the girl's unusually thick frame. LoveGame's attack must have burned her robe away, as much of her fair skin was now exposed; the gash across her stomach only just now healing over. Among her scant garments was a long, crimson skirt with gold embroidery and a slit cut down the side, exposing her thick thighs and hugging her wide hips. The scarlet cloth cascaded over her massive, wide rear like silken drapes. This was paired with what appeared to be some form of metallic bra, wrought in an intricate red and gold design and padded on the inside, displaying her modest chest. Arm-length gloves in wine-red leather brought the whole ensemble together nicely, all things considered. At least, she likely thought so as she gazed into our heroes with a smirk adorning her full, rounded face.
"Fuck yeah, that's more like it!" she'd say with jubilation, speaking to them for the first time in her real voice. "I was kinda startin' to wonder how long I was gonna have to keep that shit up! It was kinda fun at first, but like... who the hell talks like that, really?" The girl's voice matched her appearance almost too well. Energetic and lively, yet lacking even the notion of refinement. A bit nasal, and with hints of upward inflection, provocative even. "I'm still completely down for the whole duel thing, but I thought a knight of all people would know it's rude to skip the introductions! Seeing as to how I already know who you are..." she'd say, slowly swaggering toward the knight. Placing a hand upon her plush hip, she'd introduce herself formally at last. "...I'm Melanie... but you can call me Melanie the Graceful. It'll sound a lot cooler when you tell your friends who just kicked your ass.~"
Much to her confusion, LoveGame didn't have a snide remark this time. He didn't seem to have anything to say, for that matter. Moreover, he had seemingly completely vanished from his spot when Melanie was talking. She'd soon spot him by Ilia's side, appearing to have a small existential crisis. Somehow, the knight had even managed to blush through his own helmet. "Man, if this ain't some kinda fever dream... Ilia, you do it!"
The lord protector firmly stood her ground, crossing her arms and turning her head away. "Nope. Not happening. It's your fight, friend. Don't get me wrong, I'm just as surprised as you are, LoveGame."
"But... I can't focus like this! What knight worth his honor could... I can't fight a lady! It goes against everything I stand for!" he protested through his stuttering. All of his preparing was for nothing in a situation as perilous as this! He racked his brain for answers!
Ilia scoffed at the man's theatrics. "Tch, LoveGame... you're being absurd. You had no problem slicing her up before you knew who she was! This is all you, hero." she remained firm. "I ain't goin' near that bitch anyway. She's... kinda dressed like a slut, if I'm being honest."
"Well yeah, but that's diff-!" LoveGame again piped up only to be very quickly silenced by Melanie cutting in.
"...yeah, I'm RIGHT here, you know? Still here! Actually, she does have a point; where's that energy you had a second ago? That shit seriously hurt! Fire AND Lightning? Killer stuff, you've got good taste..." she called over to him, smacking her mace into her palm. "That said, you're lucky I excel in healing, or I might be upset..."
"Alright, alright..." sighed LoveGame as he rolled his eyes, drew his blade, and took a deep breath. "You held up your end of the deal, Miss. I owe it to ya..." he'd say, widening his stance and readying his shield! The moment he was ready, he kicked off toward the curvaceous blonde with his blade held wide! "...far be it for me to leave you hanging, so here I go!"
"Bless me with the blade of sunlight!" Melanie called out, holding her chime to her mace and coating it in golden lightning, sparking and shimmering as she sprinted toward him! Right when they met in the center of the bridge, Melanie would rear back with her mace held in both hands!
I knew she'd go for that! Easy, I'll just use my shield to send all that lovely momentum somewhere else, just like the Dragonrider! Here goes! He thought to himself, opting to wait until the very last moment to raise his kiteshield! Right when the head of the mace was about to meet its mark, Knight LoveGame would drop his feint, digging his heels in with his shield at the ready!
"...Azhdaha!"
...mere inches from LoveGame's face, Melanie would utter this word, with those blood-red eyes burning through him, and a grin of crazed determination! The moment the word escaped her lips, she'd vanish in a shower of blinding golden sparks!
"The hell?! How'd she-?! AAAAAUUUUGHHH!..."
What Knight LoveGame felt could only be equated to being struck directly with lightning's divine punishment! The deafening crack of steel against steel preceded a buzz of electricity, nearly sending him into shock from what must've been the most agonizing pain of his life thus far! Ilia had seen it too, her disbelief insurmountable. The attack was as seamless as it was devastating; not even a second after Melanie vanished, she'd reappeared behind LoveGame! The curvaceous woman rendered his defenses all for naught!
Twirling her mace around a bit before holstering it on her hip, Melanie sauntered over to her defeated foe just as his legs finally buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. "Ya know... when I first ran into you back in the Forest, I was beginning to wonder if you were really him. That is... until I saw you pull off those spicy moves. I was like, yup, that's the guy!" she recounted in an upbeat tone with a hint of taunting. She'd gently take hold of his head, bringing him closer and looking him in the eyes through his helm. "Yeah, you starting to put it together now? You aren't the only one with the undead curse."
LoveGame couldn't muster a verbal response, his body having largely given out on him. Were it not for his new armor, his spine would be reduced to dust right now, and he could feel himself slipping out of consciousness. "..."
"Listen, guy..." Melanie continued as she paced circles around him, occasionally leaning forth to meet him at eye level. "You...are in way over your head. You thought that was pretty brutal, huh? Well guess whuh? This kingdom's overrun. If you keep goin', you're gonna run into stuff way... and I mean like, waaaay stronger than me. Just saying, unless you're trying to see how fast you can go hollow..."
Seething at the sight of her fallen ally, Ilia could no longer stand idly by! Drawing her scimitar and readying its special attack, the lithe knightess rushed the curvy cleric in a blind fury!
...only to be stopped short, convulsing under a deluge of lightning that had manifested from under her feet! Her armaments clattering to the floor, Ilia found herself completely immobilized as the vicious volts coursed through her veins! She caught a glimpse of LoveGame finally collapsing before Melanie swaggered into her view, circling her as she watched helplessly. "...yeah, I didn't actually believe you... so I laid that bad boy down just in case. Pretty cool miracle, huh?" said the red-eyed lady, gazing into Ilia menacingly. "Doooon't worry, I'm not gonna kill you two here just yet. 'Specially not your friend there, seeing as how he'd just, you know... come back. I'm just gonna let ya think on this crushing defeat for a while and... yeah! Maybe do a little self-reflection."
Before she left the duo, she'd add a bit of insult to injury, holding her arms up and shoving Ilia over with an incredibly fluid hip-bump. Given Ilia was fading fast herself, Melanie opted to give her that one last push with a bit of personal flair. Turning away, the curvaceous cleric waved gingerly at the heroes and bid them farewell.
"Gotta say, that was actually fun! Thanks for playin'!~"
With those parting words, Melanie the Graceful made her exit, swaggering out of the heroes' sight just as their visions faded to black.
Defeated in a single strike by the alluring assailant, our heroes find themselves out of commission as their quest for the first of the Great Souls has taken a dire turn for the worse! Was Melanie truly also in search of the Great Souls? If so, could Knight LoveGame and Ilia awake in time to catch up? Hurry, you've got to wake up!
...huh? Oh, yeah. That's right. Those two are out like a light. I've gotta do the outro... I get to do the outro! Ahem. Hi, it's me... Melanie the Graceful! What a riveting fight that was, huh? After they... hold up. Why am I barely in this next one? Nah, fuuuuck that. Chapter 6, my fat ass! I got something better. Yeah, I know it wasn't in the original. Neither were these outros. Next time: Arise From Grace! You're gonna read about me and you're gonna like it!