Title:           Chosen Undead In Equestria Ch.1: From Lordran to...?
Author:          OverlordAnon
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First Edit:      Wednesday 4th of April 2012 02:08:45 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 4th of April 2012 02:08:45 AM CDT

>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