It doesn’t make any sense!!
Are you okay?
Karras made tea, thought you’d want
I’m trying to make any order out of
all the Prophecies.
Well...I started putting duplicate
ones into piles.
Oh...these are in piles? ‘Cause I
think that means you have a few
So, to answer your question,
no...no luck. This is too hard. How
can I find the original Prophecy
without anything to go on? I mean,
It was easy enough to find some of
the fakes that were written for the
tournament; See look here. They
often call the Chosen One by name.
But after removing those, what’s
next? How do I separate the lies
from the truth?
I don’t think anyone can be
completely sure they know the
truth, but maybe there’s something
that all the ones based on the
Besides the obvious fakes, what’s
something the others have in
Well, I originally thought if I
studied the Prophecies written on
old parchment I’d be able to find
one that stood out as the
See? There you go...
But some of the Prophecies on much
newer paper have the exact same
lines as the older ones. And some
of the newer ones describe
this...unusual...situation we’re in
so well, it’s hard to discount
Most have the same whimsical style,
where the lines sound like a bad
poem without rhyming. That’s
actually been the problem. I
thought maybe if I just fit the
lines that rhymed together, It
would be like a map or a puzzle.
But that failed very quickly
because the rhymes contradict
You may need a break.
This tea is actually really good.
I know we already had food, but are
you still hungry? I could try and
find out something else. Maybe
Thanks, but I’m alright.
I guess I should have suspected I
wouldn’t be able to solve anything
in a day. I’m not great at being
patient, I guess.
Seems like the only thing I have
been good at is getting people
Don’t say that. Nothing’s been your
fault; it’s either been bad luck or
bad people. If anything, your hope
is what brings people together.
Corpses rose up and killed people,
I think we need more than hope.
Well, you can’t berate yourself for
not finding the true Prophecy when
obviously no one’s figured It out
in fifty years. Or more than fifty?
Just how old is this thing, anyway?
Old. When my parents were teaching
me how to read, they included dead
letters since they were in the
Prophecy my mom had.
That’s what we called them anyway.
You see, language changes over time
and when our grandparents were
young the alphabet sometimes
included redundant letters. I mean
maybe they were some sound years
and years ago, but they just became
symbols that represented a sound
that could also be represented with
other letters. Something that was
lost. They’re almost never used
now, hence “dead letter.” I’ve only
seen them in Prophecies and really
old books. Oh. Thats It!
What are you doing?
Look at this! Look at this. It’s a
dead letter. It looks like a
lowercase “p” with an “l” on top of
You do remember I can’t read,
And this is a newer Prophecy! By
the feel of the parchment, It can’t
be more than five years old. So why
would It have a dead letter?
Because It copied that letter
EXCATLY! The dead letters mean
those lines were copied! I always
wondered why my mom’s Prophecy had
dead letters in some of the lines,
but not in others, even though It
was the same sound. It wasn’t a
spelling mistake, it’s because some
of the lines were copied and from
an older document that used older
YES! With this, if I find all the
lines with the dead letters, then
those have to be the oldest lines.
And if I can compare those then
maybe we can get a version of the
Prophecy that’s close to the
You seem happier?
Maybe we can actually do this!
Oh, there’s a dead letter. Of
course this old one is full of
them. I should have arranged things
I’ll uhh....I’ll get you some more
Hey, how’s Ora?
She’s...well, she’s happier. She
thinks she had a breakthrough
figuring out the Prophecies. I
don’t know, It all makes me
worried. I think she’s going down a
bad path. Oh, and she said the tea
Where’s Isten? I haven’t seen him
It’s a cold night. What’s he doing
I asked if he wanted supper, but he
said no. I think he wants to be
Maybe Isten wants tea.
Thought you hated him.
I thought you hated him, too.
Humm...it’s tricky, I think I...
Things change. Don’t worry, I won’t
try to kill him. Besides, even if I
did, he’d just rise again.
Don’t say that.
Sorry. Bad joke.
I’ll go check if he wants tea.
Oh! Hey, Karras, throw me an apple.
Oh, leave me alone.
It’s Okay girl.
Hahaha. I knew you would find us.
Ora was so excited to see you.
I haven’t seen her smile like that
in a long time. Here, I brought you
a nice apple. Here you go.
(Chuckles). Now, don’t tell anyone.
Don’t want to get a reputation as a
softy, do I?
Ha! Oh, stop It.
You have the best bedroom in the
world, don’t you? I did love
Maybe I’ll just sleep with you out
here tonight, hmm?
Haha! Okay, okay...I can take a
Get some rest. You deserve all the
rest in the world.
Oh, there you are.
Do you want to come inside? Karras
I’m not thirsty.
You could warm yourself by the
I’m not cold.
So, your plan is to stay outdoors
and stare at nothing?
They don’t want me inside.
Well, we don’t want you out here
Sorry...Look, I admit, we all
with you. You were awful, but you
did save us back there. I don’t
know if we could have survived
without you. That helps with the
bad feelings a bit.
They stare at me with eyes filled
with horror and pity. I am their
own mortality, hobbling beside
them, proof of how death awaits us
all. And then, perhaps worse than
death. I think it’s best if I stay
And I don’t look at you that way?
You look at me like I’m an asshole.
It’s a good thing. It’s how you
looked at me before. And uh, to be
fair, I was an asshole.
Sorry about that.
Are you really apologizing? I saw
the dead come back to life, but
this feels like a bigger miracle.
It’s comforting that you don’t look
at me differently. Though I suspect
that feeling is going to disappear,
What do you mean?
Everything’s becoming dimmer.
sensations...even my thoughts are
It’s like a fire has been put out
and the smoke still remembers the
heat of when It was a raging
conflagration, but it’s
disappearing into nothingness.
I don’t fear oblivion. It almost
seems restful. What I fear is what
this body will do when what’s left
of my consciousness disappears.
Will I try to kill you? Will I
continue to follow after you like
some decaying pet? How can I do
that to you all? Despite
everything, Ora still believes in
me. And Karras... Karras deserves
so much more. I keep thinking of
what I could have done differently.
How many people I hurt. I have so
many regrets, yet even those
regrets are dimming into
Can I do anything for you?
I doubt there’s anything to be
done. Though everything withers
away, one thought grows: an aching
desire that there’s somewhere I
need to go.
Do you know where? Maybe It has
something to do with the Prophecy.
I thought you didn’t believe in
I believe in Ora and she believes
in It. Maybe that’s enough.
You’ll destroy her, you know.
Why would you say that?
She trusts you...and yet you
disagree with her at every turn, in
every belief and yet you stay with
her. It’s a tough place for her to
be...you’re either wrong, or
I know Ora better then you ever
will. You keep your shit thoughts
Well, if I can’t have a friend with
me as I fade away, perhaps I can
have an enemy. That’s more intimate
in some ways.
Well, that’s a lousy excuse for
saying a horrible thing.
The stars are so bright tonight.
Were they always this bright, or
did I not notice?
You’re an asshole. Dead or alive,
you’re an asshole.
You may be right, but I’m glad
you’re with me.
I am too.
What do we do now?
We go after everyone! They killed
Hal, I’m going to destroy every one
We only survived because they
suddenly left, there’s no way we
can go against them again.
We do not need to concern ourselves
with the dead.
How dare you! I thought Hal meant
something to you!
We go after Ora, the Prophecyseeker.
She was there when magic
was used when we raided that house
in the countryside. She used It on
me when we fought over the
Prophecies. And then all these dead
magically come back to life while
she’s around? I don’t believe in
Then we should still follow the
dead. If Ora’s doing this, then
she’ll be with them.
Perhaps. Perhaps not. The dead can
follow exact commands, perhaps
she’s making them walk in the
opposite direction to lead us away
You sound like you’ve seen this
You knew this was possible and
didn’t tell us?! Ugh!
Put your sword away before I give
If you had warned us then Hal might
still be alive.
I’ve always said magic was evil.
Now, do you want to continue to
bicker amongst ourselves or do you
want to go after the person who did
I’m not going anywhere with you
until you explain yourself.
I don’t owe you an explanation.
I’m with Ann. I’m not leaving
unless you tell us everything.
Very well. Though let us walk as I
tell you, the blood on the streets
will attract Lusus Naturae.
I grew up in a small farming
village. My mother died in
childbirth and my father died in a
farming accident. My aunt took me
in and raised me like her own son.
Get to the point.
Do you want a hasty explanation or
one that truly lets you understand?
I want to hear everything.
I was close to a neighbor my age,
Diana. She was always energetic and
eager to help; smart, too. Bribed a
wandering priest to teach her how
If I ever find that priest, I’ll
kill him slowly.
We should quicken our pace.
What happened to Diana?
Somehow she got her hands on a
Prophecy and got It into her head
that I was the Chosen One.
According to her, I fit the
description. She described a male
orphan with the ability to fight,
but no taste for It. That peeked my
Did you believe It?
I couldn’t read It; and she claimed
the rest described me perfectly. I
liked the idea that I was special,
but I didn’t like the idea of
having to change my life. Diana
wanted me to leave with her and
pursue my destiny, but I argued
that if I was truly the Chosen One
then whatever was fated to happen
would still happen even if I stayed
on my farm.
An argument I wish more Chosen Ones
would think of.
But Diana was insistent and she had
a way with words. Finally, I agreed
to travel with her.
Did you love her?
I admired her. She was confident
and kind. We spent a year together;
track down other Prophecies. She
would read them to me and
everything seemed to fit.
Eventually, we went to a deserted,
walled city. She had It in her head
that if we could simply get inside
then the world would be saved.
I don’t see a saved world.
We didn’t even make It to the gate.
Hundreds of dead guarded the city.
Some so rotted they were
practically skeletons, others so
fresh they seemed alive, but with
dead, dull eyes. And not only
humans, there were bears, gnomes,
Lusus Naturae, and more. A mass of
nightmares, standing guard, still
as the grave.
What did you do?
I was the Chosen One. How could I
We tried to sneak past them. When
that didn’t work, we tried to fight
our way through. Diana died saving
my life, yelling at me to run. And
I’m sorry, Vorlauf.
The dead caught me and as rotting
hands held me down, a man
approached. Tall. Handsome. Happy.
He asked if I wanted to play.
He used magic to control the dead
and, with a smile, forced me to
return to Diana. She laughed as
Diana’s corpse wobbled to its feet.
Diana, but not Diana. Whatever made
her human was gone, all that was
left was a husk.
The man promised me freedom if I
could outrun the dead. If I failed
then I’d be punished.
Four times. I failed four times. He
had Diana peel off parts of my skin
then forced me to devour my own
flesh each time I lost. The man
laughed. The fifth time I
ran...after a few minutes, I looked
over my shoulder and nothing was
following me except a trail of my
own blood. Maybe he was bored?
Maybe he thought my wounds would do
me in anyway. I left broken and
alone, but still had all the
Prophecies that Diana had copied
down. I found some people to teach
me to read so I could continue...
Diana had deceived me. Chasing down
Prophecies, she simply ignored the
ones I didn’t fit and assumed the
ones that described me were
What! Why would she do that?
Magic, she was obsessed. I made my
own promise: I would eradicate
magic. Damn the “prophecy” and damn
anyone else. I would raze this
world of that cursed power, where
one person has the ability to
destroy so much while Laughing.
Did you ever go back?
No. I will not fight if there is no
chance of winning and I could not
take companions who did not
understand the risk. Perhaps one
day I’ll return with my blade
unsheathed, but in the meantime I
will do my duty. I will annihilate
all magic. The only way to stop the
evil is to dig It out wherever It
lies. Some may curse my name, but
everything I do is for the sake of
Thought you’d be hungry. For
breakfast, I brought tea and
It’s morning already??
If you didn’t notice the time, you
must have been making a lot of
I was. I am. Though by removing
lines that don’t have dead letters,
some of what I thought was true,
What isn’t true?
The parts that reflected Godrick’s
appearance and how the One is an
orphan. All of that is just wrong.
Just like he thought.
His death wasn’t your fault.
But It was. When his family was
attacked, if I created that magical
fire and not Godrick, then my whole
reasoning on why he was the Chosen
One was false. If I had known
myself, even a little more, then I
wouldn’t have forced him to accept
what I wanted. If I hadn’t done
anything, he’d be safe at home.
He died falling off a horse,
correct? Not in some grand battle
that only a Chosen One would fight.
It was an accident that could have
happened at any time. At least with
you by his side, he knew he had a
With the dead coming back, do you
think that he...?
No. And far better that way.
Although, that reminds me...
...I wanted to give you this.
Is that Godrick’s?
Yes. When you brought me his amulet
I felt I needed to hold on to It,
to keep It in the family. But why?
I have no use for It, and I can see
that you were more family to him
than I ever was.
He was my brother.
If you would like It, I’d like you
to have It.
I...I would love to have It.
So, what else have you discovered
about the Prophecy?
Magic’s still important. Starting a
fire alone is fake, but now there’s
this line, “Moves nature.”
So the One still has to be able to
Well, at least be able to
manipulate nature unlike others,
which means It still fits Isten.
Given his current state, his entire
being right now is magical.
Have you considered anyone else who
uses magic? Someone, perhaps, in
this very room.
Elizabeth...I wish to everything It
was you...but you said you can’t
create magic, and, and also...
But I’m not alone in here, am I?
No. No. No. It’s not me. No.
Why do you always look for someone
else to be the Chosen One, but
refuse to think It could be you?
No, I don’t fit some of these
This, this here. A few of these
talk about a prominent scar or a
large scar. I’ve got a ton of tiny
scars, but nothing big.
And Isten has that?
He does. He likes...liked to
stretch in the morning. Something
about energy, and sometimes he
would stretch shirtless. He has a
huge scar across his chest.
And this line “No doubt of self, a
kempt mind.” He’s the only dead who
kept his mind, he’s special. That
has to count for something.
Well, perhaps we should discuss
this more on a later date. When
you’re more comfortable with your
newfound powers. You should eat
So, what else have you discovered?
A few locations are mentioned. Let
me find them...
“Atop a red mountain, one’s destiny
Here’s another. “Silver walls
etched with silver meanings, when
the doors are opened there’s hope
for the future.” Oh, and, and
another. “Protecting and guarding,
the city contains secrets that can
help those who are lost.”
Those aren’t different locations.
They all describe one location.
I only know of It through stories
from when I was child, but those
descriptions all fit the city
Do you know how to get there?
No, I don’t. But I know someone who
Are you certain the dead went this
You can’t be serious. Look at the
footprints and broken branches. A
ton of people recently came through
I know, but I feel like we have
been here before...maybe they
What? No... I mean... I just
Just wait until we get close, how
much do you want to bet that we’ll
be able to smell them before we see
them? That much blood and decaying
flesh should create quite an aroma.
It’s getting cold...
Should we stop?
No, I have gloves.
What? What is It?
I don’t know...but I’m bleeding...
Get me a jar with a lid.
OUCH!! Get me a jar with a lid.
Is that a wisp?
Why were you holding a wisp?
It was in my pocket.
Why did you have a wisp in your
Ora was using It to track a
Prophecy. I killed when I fought
her, and apparently magic brought
It back to life.
Why now? Why didn’t It come back to
life when all the others did?
It probably did... but It was stuck
in my glove and couldn’t escape.
Does that mean we have to worry
about an army of undead bugs
Do you want to give me new
I doubt It...I think we would have
noticed that before.
Maybe insects are too small?
The wisp doesn’t appear controlled.
The dead are going south, yet this
creature seems to want to go to the
Why do you want to go east? What’s
You said It was tracking a Prophecy
before...maybe it’s still tracking
Sometimes you’re not completely
Aw, thanks Ann.
Though you having a good idea, once
again, confirms this may be the end
It may be following the Prophecy.
And if It is, that means it’s
Oh! What a handy undead bug.
END OF EPISODE 23