Ah yes, the age of fire. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. Gwyn, god of the light, slayer of Dragons, and the sworn protector of the First Flame. “Make haste… Make haste, my warrior of fire, ashen one, Rogue. I order you to slay the God of light, as he has gone Hollow.”. The God of war, Faraam, has bestowed upon me the armor of a knight who has traversed the abyss, a katana imbued with what is believed to be the abyss itself, and a catalyst. The Lord of cinder, Gwyn, has gone Hollow and is not in the right to keep the first flame kindled. However it is not HE who keeps the flame kindled, but rather the Soul of Cinder… Lothric, once a peaceful castle, however it appears the entirety of the population has gone hollow, mindless, can’t think of anything else other than to obtain souls… and to kill. I make my way towards a bridge, however it appears to have been fruitless as the bridge has been turned to rubble and ash. Faraam had told me to raise a banner and wait. I raise a blue flag with a white circle in the middle, and after some time, demons have arisen from the bottom of the bridge and grasped me by the arms and carried me down to what appeared to be the wall, protecting Lothric castle. …show more content…
Gwyn was an easy fight, to predictable, anticlimactic so to speak. However I feel as if there was another soul skulking around the kiln. It had finally occurred to me, the Soul of Cinder. A flaming knight, wielding a spiral shaped sword. ...After what seemed like the duel of the ages, the ashen one had come dangerously close to