In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog.
A land of grey crags...
A land of grey crags...
Quelana, Witch of Chaos (Dark Souls)
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Introduction: A Flickering Flame
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In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog.
A land of grey crags, archtrees, and everlasting dragons.
But then there was Fire.
And with Fire, came Disparity.
Heat and Cold, Life and Death, and of course...Light and Dark.
Then from the Dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame.
Nito, the first of the dead.
The Witch of Izalith, and her Daughters of Chaos.
Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights.
And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten.
With the strength of Lords, they challenged the dragons.
Gwyn's mighty bolts pealed apart their stone scales.
The witches weaved great firestorms.
Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease.
And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no more.
Thus began the Age of Fire.
~Exert from A History of Lords by Reinhard of Astora (book banned by the Way of White)
You startle awake from your spot against the support pillar of the stone aqueduct. It seems that a Cragspider or a Giant Mosquito has failed to kill you in your sleep since your invisibility has once again held firm. For the hundredth time you wonder if you would be disappointed by that fact. Around you you hear the sounds of the lively swamp. The buzzing of the bugs, the splashing of the mutated residents, and the soft ever present sizzle of the poisonous gunky waters of the swamp itself. The smell is much the same, full of rot and decay of the thousands of corpses from the local creatures and the residents of the town above.A land of grey crags, archtrees, and everlasting dragons.
But then there was Fire.
And with Fire, came Disparity.
Heat and Cold, Life and Death, and of course...Light and Dark.
Then from the Dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame.
Nito, the first of the dead.
The Witch of Izalith, and her Daughters of Chaos.
Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights.
And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten.
With the strength of Lords, they challenged the dragons.
Gwyn's mighty bolts pealed apart their stone scales.
The witches weaved great firestorms.
Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease.
And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no more.
Thus began the Age of Fire.
~Exert from A History of Lords by Reinhard of Astora (book banned by the Way of White)
It's horrible, but it's still more than you deserve for abandoning everyone you loved.
If you had truly loved them you would have died with them.
Every once and a while you've come back to this swamp deep beneath the surface of Lordran. It wasn't always like this. It was actually quite pleasant back when Lord Gwyn was still on his throne and before Izalith was lost. Before the coming of the Blightpus and Gwyn's war against the monster your mother had become and the Demons she spawned. Now it's a hell fit only for the mad, the damned, and the lost.
Fitting for yourself then.
Coward. Traitor.
From where you sit you can barely see where Quelaag has decided to run her little fief, in the ruins of the old gatehouse into your mother's domain. From where she is she cuts off all access to heading deeper into the earth, ensuring nothing gets in or out. You're not even sure why she tries at this point. You lack the bravery to confront her after so long. Her flame is strong, so your invisibility would be useless against her.
She would never forgive you.
You curl into yourself against the hard stone and the cold murky soil, your flame scarcely providing you comfort. Ever since that day you've drifted through your life, going from one distraction to another. Why are you even here after all this time?
Why are you even still alive?
[ ] Because you want to save your mother, sisters, and brother, but you don't know how.
[ ] You want to destroy the monsters your family have become, but you lack the strength. And the bravery.
[ ] You....you honestly don't know.
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Karuadin
Vago Mundo
[X] You....you honestly don't know.
trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
Anyone else?
At this point in the story, the Chosen Undead has just started out on their journey. Perhaps you can join them. Or maybe you can go off on your own. Anything is possible.
Quelana also knows some more powerful Fire Sorceries, which Pyromancy is basically a bastard version of, but she doesn't have her catalyst for them anymore. It's pretty much the stuff they used to burn down the archtrees back in the day. But without her mother and sisters to support her she's no longer capable of that level of destruction. But she's still the person who started modern day pyromancy, so she is quite powerful.
At this point in the story, the Chosen Undead has just started out on their journey. Perhaps you can join them. Or maybe you can go off on your own. Anything is possible.
Quelana also knows some more powerful Fire Sorceries, which Pyromancy is basically a bastard version of, but she doesn't have her catalyst for them anymore. It's pretty much the stuff they used to burn down the archtrees back in the day. But without her mother and sisters to support her she's no longer capable of that level of destruction. But she's still the person who started modern day pyromancy, so she is quite powerful.
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[x] Because you want to save your mother, sisters, and brother, but you don't know how.
[x] Because you want to save your mother, sisters, and brother, but you don't know how.
Let's be ambitious.
Let's be ambitious.
trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
Quelana is not undead and yes, she will die if she is killed. She's a Giant that's over a thousand years old and has personally met all the Lords at least once in her life.
She's actually one of the few people left that is both sane and reasonable enough to tell you about the War with the Dragons.
She knows about Manus. They met a few times, briefly. She thought he was a bit of a dick.
Going to call this in the morning and get out an update tomorrow afternoon.
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Quelana isn't even human, or is at most partially human (her mother was one of the Lords and had no relation to the Furtive Pygmy and Humanity), so she definitely should die when she is killed.
[X] Because you want to save your mother, sisters, and brother, but you don't know how...but perhaps this is the day to start. Enter Quelaag's domain, but be careful not to be seen.
When you say this, are you using the assumption that Manus=Furtive Pygmy, or that they are separate individuals?
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[X] You....you honestly don't know.
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[X] Because you want to save your mother, sisters, and brother, but you don't know how.
trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
Yeah, I follow the Furtive Pygmy=Manus theory.
Why would Quelana assume that Quelaag would want, or have any use for, a fragment of the Dark Soul? We don't know about the little sister IC. As far as Quelana knows, Quelaag's just doin' spider things.