Whats next?
Back to the Lands Between (Mattahouen)
My eyes are immediately battered by the wind and rain as I stand up outside the mystery woman's shack again. With a nod, I summon Torrent and set off.
"How do I get a great rune?" I wonder to myself, as I pull out my map, riding completely on autopilot. I examine the map for roughly a minute before my thoughts are cut short, as a ballista bolt spears through my chest.
I stand up back outside the shack. "Seige weapons? Really?" I curse to the sky as I remount torrent and gallop back up the hill. This time, I take evasive action and canter up to the lowly peasant working the machinery.
"You sir, are a prick" I say to myself as I cut him down with ease. I dismount and cautiously walk along the brickwork corridor and round a corner. I pause at the gate, and notice a golden sign on the ground.
"I had suspicions, but now I'm sure... Sorcerer Roger? Alright get out here and help me" I mutter and tap the sign. A moment later, a man wearing frilly leathers and a big hat sprouts from the ground with a golden sheen.
I step forward and I feel my soul leave my body for an out of body experience....
SKIP
I'm standing in front of a large humanoid figure wearing a dull robe. He has curled horns sprouting from his face and an oversized scorpion tail... and he's walking toward me with a stick...
With a shrug, I charge forward with my shield raised. The battle goes by quickly. I deflect a few attacks, get smacked by considerably more, and Roger winds up impaled on the stick like a skewer.
Eventually, after drinking all my not-estus, the self proclaimed 'Margit the Fell' falls.
"Heh. Margit the Fell down!" I laugh at my own terrible joke, and look up the hill at the enormous castle towering over me.
"I reckon Ive found my great rune" Ill smirk and approach.
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