Somehow stuck in dark souls, Kaylen, Oscar and loads more characters go on an incredible journey to change the destiny of the chosen undead. Lost Izalith will become found Izalith, mushroom men will attack and Priscilla's tail will be fondled. Warning: Be prepared to joy puke your face off.
An unlucky guy, Garret is pulled into the dark and depressing world of Dark Souls. As such, he decides to do the only sane thing one can do in such a situation, change the story for the better.
Dude wakes up in an asylum and gets a prophecy and a mission thrown in his face. Hilarity ensues (with lots of deaths).
The Chosen Undead links the flame, learning of the lords lies in the end as he died. But he wakes up in a world brimming with life, yet with the abyss now threatening to consume it with it's darkness.
At Northern Undead Asylum, Oscar of Astora and the Undead he freed meet their true fates. Fates that perhaps were not the same Destiny had intended for either of them, nor the one Oscar had in mind for himself.
Raven, a brand new undead, explores the mysteries that Lordran has to offer, stumbling across a legacy that may preserve the age of fire... or bring it to an abrupt end. She knows from the start that she can't do it alone - the knight who rescued her from her cell, a bumbling onion knight, and a jolly co-operator join her on her journey, among other friends she meets along the way.
"SOLAIRE!", she cried out in desperation. In that fleeting moment. I understood. I knew who I was. I was not simply a foolish knight seeking a ball of flame in the sky. No. I sought clarity. I searched for a light in the darkness, a candle in a cave, a sun. I realized: I found it. She is my Sun. My love.