Chosen Undead In Equestria Ch.1: From Lordran to...?

>You’ve made your choice

>Whether it’ll ultimately be for good or ill you can’t say

>And some small part of you truly doesn’t care

>The Age of Fire or the Age of Darkness

>You bring the light of Fire to man and then…what?

>You cast the world into the Darkness and damn everyone only to do…what?

>Did either choice really matter?

>You don’t know

>You simply did what you felt was right

>Like fate was pulling you along for the ride and didn’t care to hear your objections

>And at the end of that ride you found yourself here

>The Kiln of the First Flame

>You cut down the Black Knights themselves

>You killed a deity

>Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder was that deity

>And now you again stand just outside the grand chamber that housed your’s and Gwyn’s decisive battle

>Your choice made

>You warily stare up at the sky

>The cold, dark roof of the Kiln stared back

>So many thoughts are running through your head

>But then you feel it

>The familiar feeling of sorcery filling the air

>But that’s impossible

>The Black Knights were not ones known to employ lowly mages in their ranks

>So what? Were you followed? Again, that couldn’t be

>Not with the Klin being located where it was

>Your tired

>Very tired

>But you don’t let that deter you

>You draw your longsword from it sheath and raise your shield to meet this unseen foe

 

>But whomever it is that’s weaving this sorcery they have hidden themselves quite well

>You scan the bleak area of the Kiln

>There aren’t truly any ideal spots to hide in the desolate Kiln

> And this sorcery, it feels so strange

>You’ve never felt one such as this

>And the length of time it’s been charging is unheard of

>No sorcery, or pyromancy, nor miracle takes this long

>Could this be a result of your choice?

>You quickly glance back to the chamber before turning back to greet any enemy

>Still nothing but that feeling is getting heavier

>And then you yourself start to feel…light

>So very light

>Your vision wavers and sways

>You shake yourself clear as best you can

>To let ones guard down in Lordran is to invite a swift and brutal death

>But you can feel yourself getting more and more light

>Your vision is practically swimming now

>You pant heavy and hard

>Damn this cowardly mage and its sorcery

>You break into a shaky sprint to try and end this annoyance

>But your legs, they buckle under you like kindling wood

>You tumble to the dusty ground of the Kiln

>Is this how it ends? So…simply?  No clash in fire with a demon? No rain of bolts and arrows from distant snipers? Done in by a quiet mage and his magics?

>You chuckle darkly

>You slay the Lord of Cinder himself only to fall to…this

>Let it be done quickly then

>But nothing comes

>Its still just a deathly quiet in the Kiln as ever

>But your still getting lighter and lighter in feeling

>Just be done with it!

>Your mind screams this over and over again

>You feel your consciousness slipping away like sand through your gloved fingers

>Maybe it won’t be so bad after all, to finally sleep once more

>That is your last thought as the darkness takes you and the world before you fades away

 

>You gasp sharply as your eyes shoot open

>Your not dead

>At least you don’t think so

>Being Undead already it’s hard to keep track at times

>You may not know the status of your mortality  but you do know for a fact that where you are now is not the Kiln of the First Flame

>You slowly push yourself up from the ground and get up to your feet a tad wobbily

>You begin taking in these new surroundings through the slit of your helmet

>You were in some type of forest

>The Darkroot Basin? Perhaps the Garden?

>It was certainly dreary enough to be either

>Did the unseen mage send you here?

>You’d cut him down if you ever found him

>Your thoughts of revenge are cut short when a low, hungry growl comes from behind you

>You spin around, drawing sword and readying shield as you do so, and see before you a creature you can’t begin to describe

>Considering some of the things you’ve seen in Lordran during your travels, this is legitimately shocking

>It has the body of a great lion, but on its back are the wings of a bat

>And its tail, it’s some appendage you can’t truly classify

>It’s something insectoid, but not like any insect part you’ve ever seen

>Whatever it was it looked unfriendly and sharp

>It eyes you with ravenous hunger and begins to bare it’s teeth

>Like a mouth full of  daggers, tinted pink  and glistening wet

>You reinforce the hold on your shield, the Sanctus, and tighten your grip on the Astora's Straight Sword

>Such a trusty sword, it has felled countless beasts and demons

>The creature in front of you roar’s a deafening cry and swipes out with one of its massive paws

>The blow connects with the Sanctus, which absorbs the hit well

>You counter with a downward slash of your sword, aiming for the monsters face

>The swing connects, slicing the beast’s eye and resulting in a quick river of blood flowing from the wound

>The creature roars in pain and takes a few steps back nursing its wound

>It looks back to you

>And now it seems REALLY angry

 

 

>It charges at you bloodied and howling

>It makes no attempt to use some paltry swipe, no, it intends to body slam you and crush the life out of you with its bulk

>You roll out of the way at the last moment, the hulking beasts speeding past you

>You instinctively raise your shield as you get back up and not a moment to soon

>The bizarre tail screams towards the shield and thankfully is deflected to the side

>You swipe at the tail and feel it carve into it just slightly

>It’s surprisingly durable and a thick, filthy yellow goo begins to seep from the gash

>You bring your sword up to your  helmeted face

>The stench of poison fills your nostrils

>Naturally it’s both hugely physically powerful AND poisonous

> You flick the blade free of poison and start to circle the beast, it does the same

>You watch looking for any opening to strike and kill this…thing

>The great monster charges again and tears towards you

>You prepare to roll again but the ferocious skids to a halt just in front of you

>It tricked you

>In your moment of surprise it lashes out with its venomous tail

>You try and bat the strike away but the attack finds its mark somewhat

>You immediately feel the bite of poison flood throughout your body

>But you recover quickly

>Your turn to surprise

>You bash Sanctus against the beasts bloody face

>A distraction, nothing more

>You aim to end this now before the poison fells you

>You continue to go on the offensive

>You slash and swipe and cleave and thrust

>The creature is unprepared for the assault

>It tries to limp away after the attack, its face awashed  in blood and its body scored with numerous stab and slicing wounds oozing crimson and bile

>You heave and pant the poison still pumping in you

>You slowly stride after the monster, your sword casting a reddish shadow before you

>You lift the blade overhead and drive deep into the beasts back

>It lets loose with another howl that slowly tapers off into a whimper until that to dies out

>Just silence now

 

>You sheath your sword and rest your shield-arm

>The poison, it’s still eating away at you

>You slip the Bottomless Box out of a safe place located in your armor

>No moss of any kind

>Blighttown saw to that

>You put the box back and heave a heavy sigh

>Perhaps the poison will run its course

>You drop to your knees

>Or perhaps not

>You fall down to the forest floor, coming to rest on your back

>You see the sun shining above

>And it has never looked brighter

>Not from the Firelink Shrine, not from Anor Londo, not from anywhere you’ve ever been

>You wish you could watch it more but the poison was still burning away in you

>Your chest starts to slowly fall and raise

>Your eyelids get heavy like iron

>You hear a voice, a sweet dulcet tone

“Oh my goodness!”

>An angel coming to claim you?

>You struggle to sit up to see this angel

>And see a small, flying yellow…horse?

>You drop your head back down to the ground, confident in the fact that you are wildly hallucinating

>Again inky blackness smothers you and you drift off into a peaceful eternity