Into the Abyss

Into the Abyss pt.1

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 peeled 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. ..But soon, the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain. Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights.

And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

 "Three months have gone by," says Darkwraith Jerrick of Vinheim, a grumpy young sorcerer trained in the arts of soul magic; He always where's the same aristocratic black coat that he took from the dead body of Marvelous Chester, as well as a pure white porcelain mask the hat of his mentor big hat Logan and a simple pair of black sorcerer boots. He used Logan's catalyst as well as the moonlight greatsword he earned from severing the tail of Seath the Scaleless.

"What my dark lord?" Replies the primordial serpent darkstalker Kaathe . Primordial serpents all look the same long torsos, skin like mustaches, as well as huge teeth and eyes.

    "Three months have gone by since I defeated Gwyn and became the Dark Lord. Still nothing has changed we are still cursed with nothing to look forward to," mumbled Jerrick. "So what was the point I mean yeah age of dark blah blah blah humans thrive blah blah blah but WHY I get NOWHERE just rotting away on this throne," he continued. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I DIED LIKE 100 THAT IS A LOT NORMAL PEOPLE DIE ONCE AND IT HURTS A LOT!!!!!" screamed Jerrick at the top of his lungs.

 "My lord it's a long process you see," said Kaathe

 "listen to me I     DON'T      CARE," said Jerrick on the edge of his throne right up in the darkstalkers face.

 "Well there is something you can do to speed it up," stammered Kaathe unsure of himself talking to the enraged mage.

 "What is it then," replied Jerrick calmly but with just enough force in his voice to threaten the giant snake monster.

 "Well somewhere in the abyss there are a few giant monsters, demons, jumpy bite dogs..."

 "The hell you say."

  "Jumpy bite dog things."

 "god dammit -hey I can say that now without clerics getting pissed cause I killed god sweet-I hate jumpy bite dogs MORE THAN ANYTHING.

 "Continuing um the Darklurker a Havel clone guy um let's see another of those demons like the asylum demon as in behind the fog wall kind of deal and an entire plane where Gravelord Greatsword type things will stab you, that's about it."

 "Psh easy I mean who the hell do you think I am. I will have you know I graduated at the top of my covenant the Dark Wraith's with over 300 confirmed invasions so what you got BITCH!"

 "Um I know I head the covenant," replied Kaathe

 "Well I am off goodbye," Jerrick says as he walks off the throne instantly falling into the abyss. Slowly he tumbled around and round falling deeper. It is as then he realized he hadn't put on the ring the Covenant of Artorias. And he knew he would splat hard any minute now..... any minute now ....... Aaaannnnnnyyyyyy minute *splat was the sound he made crashing into the ground at hundreds of miles per hour. You would think it would be a crunch as the bones turned to dust or a snap as he broke both neck and back at the same time, but no just a splat.

 It was then that Jerrick reappeared at his throne deciding to actually put on his ring. "Not a woooooooorrrrrrrrrddddddddd!"bellowed Jerrick as again he jumped into the abyss landing with a thump and no broken bones at all.

 "Well that went better ALOOOOOT better, yeah ....... Talkin to myself... I'll stop now," commented Jerrick.

 "Alrighty then where do I go from here," Ask'd Jerrick to seemingly himself. "I mean there is a path but if i know this world there's probably traps," Jerrick said rubbing his chin in the manner a detective would. "Eh screw it," Jerrick said instantly getting impaled on spikes which somehow didn't kill him.

  At this moment Jerrick began chugging Estus Flasks a orange substance that heals the drinker. "Well that didn't go well," sighed Jerrick trudging along the path drinking Estus every time he got set ablaze, electrocuted, skewered or almost blown up.

                                                                                 Three weeks later

  "Finally a bonfire fucking hell!" THe disgruntled mage yelled finally seeing the glowing flame of a bonfire -which is a safe rest for the undead healing, restoring Estus Flasks, allowing spells to be attuned and souls to be used- after weeks of being nearly killed by all sorts of traps. 

  Eventually reaching a fog gate- that exists for the sole reason of saying YO DAWG I HEARD YOU LIKED BOSS FIGHTS-; So entering the fog Jerrick was confident having MURDERED GOD he was fairly confident!. As he entered the room he was so cocky he didn't notice the giant hammer come crashing on his head. As he was pulverized into a fine dust he noticed hundreds of the giant jumpy biting dogs and realized he needed a new spell. Spawning back at his previous bonfire Jerrick set to work making the most overpowered spell ever one that could destroy the entire room if he wanted, but as he went to attune the spell he realized it needs 15 attunement slots. "GOD DAMMIT -yay killing god gives so much empowerment- I hate my life," Jerrick sighed deciding to just use lot's of Dark Beads - a spell that wrecks anything that is hit by every bead- Dark Fog -poison yay- and Crystal Soul Spear -because it shoots through many things at once-. 

  Going into the fog room our hero just spammed Dark Bead until the giant hammer wielding demon who crushed him fell dead to the ground. turning quickly he placed down Dark Fog on the large group of jumpy biting dogs. making him unseen and poisoning the large group which he then spammed Crystal Soul Spear into murdering everything so brutally that there was nothing but chunks of monster on the wall.

  "Yeah screw you yah dick!" Jerrick yelled at the no longer living monster proving his insanity "And don't come back."

  having completed his first task Jerrick set off into the Abyss for his next chapter in life.

                                                                                           Pt. 1 end

And now a special message from our residential mage "PLAY DARK SOULS ONE IT'S BETTER THAN 2!!!!!" the end.