Previously on Dark Souls: Morgan travelled through a horrible swampland filled with giant mosquitoes and killed a humongous lava-puking spider with a naked lady glued to its head.
I wasn’t terribly keen on exploring the Demon Ruins right away, but decided that I’d at least poke around a bit before venturing off to somewhere a little less flooded with lava. It wasn’t a very long poke around either, as all there was to the area was the hill below my bonfire that was covered in egg carriers, and a ruin wall that I could run across the top of that led me to a Fog Wall.
Thinking that it was one of those fake-out Fog Walls that I’d seen in early parts of other locations, I walked through it with confidence. Said confidence immediately dissipated when the Fog Wall did not. Terrified of what I’d find here, I made my way forward along a pathway leading along the side of the rock wall. Peering off the edge, I could see nothing but lava below me, and the heat coming off of it was overbearing.
I rounded a corner and stopped dead in my tracks. Quickly scampering behind the wall, I looked out again at what had spooked me. A behemoth of a creature was standing out in the lava, just sort of staring mindlessly at the pathway that stretched in front of it. The creature glowed a bright red and looked like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was a vaguely human-shaped lump with a mess of tenacles or spider legs or… something jutting out of one side. I really wasn’t able to made heads of tails of it. All I knew is that I didn’t relish the idea of it attacking me.
Then, a lump on the front of it’s body turned toward me and I felt the gaze of six or seven or God knows how many eyes on me. But the creature didn’t move. There was nowhere for me to go but forward, so I crept out from behind the wall. The creature didn’t move. I slowly started walking toward it, ready to turn tail and run for my life. The creature didn’t move.
Indeed, the giant didn’t do anything as I strolled by right in front of it. It didn’t move; didn’t make a sound. Just stared at me as I walked by. Unfortunately, the path came to a dead end. I looked up at the rock wall and wondered what I was supposed to do. I saw a small altar tucked away in an alcove at the end of the path. There was a corpse on the altar, and I did what I’ve been doing this whole time: I looted it for valuables.
I heard a terrible roar behind me.
The ground shook as the giant came to life and unwound a giant arm that had previously been coiled around its body in a way that I didn’t even know it was there. It roared again and I ran. There was a narrow passage leading through the wall, and I rolled into it, hoping for some cover. The beast’s arm slammed down on the path where I had been standing, sening rubble flying everywhere and knocking me off my feet. I quickly stood up and continued down the path, eager to escape my attacker.
But the corridor on ly led back to the main path, and the giant had already rounded the corner when I got there. It looked at me menacingly, breathed in, and the last thing I saw was fire. So much fire. You Died.
Tune in next week for Part 17: Dragon Breath