"That's not what I believe is out of place, although they have a secret that they're keeping from us. I think that's why they're sending us out to face the Warforged. Maybe it's the fact that they don't want us to get in their way so that they can kill the warriors near that other banner." Avelyn whispers this back, pointing to the M'Rorian banner-bearer. "But like I was saying, they're not what I thought was out of place. There's something in the back of my mind, like a spark that won't ignite. Like there isn't any fuel to like the pyre..." Avelyn didn't realise he repeated what he said at the beginning, the line 'There's something in the back of my mind, like a spark,' as if he's stuck in the same loop in his own head. Like a cage, like a star in the sky, like a-
-Like a circle. A 'Spark' that won't 'Ignite,' as if he's stuck 'in a loop.' A loop is a Circle, and Spark leads to Flame. The very thing keeping him from his memories was the thing which started all of this. The Curse, his loss of memory, his reason for being here. The Circle of Flame. His Curse.
Avelyn sits in stunned silence at his assumption. The Curse, he now believed, was his feeling of something out of place. The only thing that could have started this was the Fragment he held onto so dearly, like a long lost friend now found. He took it out of his bag, and stared at it. It felt like hours before he finally spoke.
"It's an interesting little thing, isn't it?"
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"Yeah, you think so too eh? Seems this alliance they have here isn't so allied is it." Roskin whispers back then normally in an attempt to not be suspicious he says, "Wish i could say the same for me Grim, my minds moving all the time. Most days I just wish it would stop so's I could get some rest from it. What's yer secret how do you take the fuel from the fire?" Looking over at Avelyn's hands her remarks, "Speaking of fire whats with glowing embers you emit sometimes?"
He says, very quietly, "It's the thing that tells us apart from other knights. The embers that flow are part of our curse." He seems caught up in the faint glow of the Fragment in his hand, like a bird stuck in a heavy gust. "You know," he says. "I thought I knew who cursed us, we Chosen Few Accursed." When he said 'Accursed,' the Fragment glowed ever so slightly brighter, and a few embers flowed out of the broken end, around his head.
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"oh-kay, Accrued you say. Just wondering, in case it comes up later, d'ya think they could ignite say oil or something like that? 'Cause that'd be a pretty neat party trick,eh?" Roskin winks. "This keeps you on fire all the time? Well I guess yer never cold than are ya?"
"Oh, we can be cold," he said, almost sarcastically, as if trying to trigger something like a memory again. "I once saw a few of the knights of Astora frozen in ice, the poor fools. Thought they could just simply venture north and be safe, huh?" He'd chuckle a bit, placing his hand, the one with the fragment, onto the ground. His chuckle, though, turned into a sadistic one fairly soon. "And another thing about the embers," he said through his sadistic chuckle. "They very much ignite things. I saw a Hollow warhound rolling on the floor yelping through the flames!" He'd laugh, a very sinister laugh. One that was very unlike the sulken knight.
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Roskin leans away a bit, “Hey Grim, not gonna have to fight you later am I, you’re bouncin’ around like I’m talking to more’n one fire knight.” The halfing goes back to his carving. “ ‘sides we still need ta figure out why that time thinga-ma-whatsit sent us here. Just ‘member about party tricks if’n we find ourselves having a hoedown.”
The Knight's sadistic laugh calms down to another silent stare into his hand. He takes off his right gauntlet again, and he is taken aback by the ash-black circle on his palm looking more like an infection into his veins. The furthest it's gotten to is at the middle of the main forearm vein, smaller veins before the wrist stretching across his whole arm. The insignia of Flame on his palm changed one of its unreadable letters into a singular english one: an O. He quickly covers his hand again, and turns to Roskin. "No. No, you won't have to fight me. I promise," he says as he holds his hand out to the halfling, expecting a handshake. "Can I, at least, tell you a story?"
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Roskin looks and grabs Avelyns hand vigorously, “Alrighty, I love a good story. I hope this handshake means we’ll take care of each other her on out cause having to cover your back won’t work as I can hardly reach it.” The halfing laughs at his own joke and sits back to listen.
The Knight takes his hand back, forgetting all about the Coiled Fragment as he tells the story.
"Well, here we go. About a few thousand years ago, Gwyn, the God of Sunlight, ruled a kingdom and everything surrounding it. This kingdom was named Lordran, the land where the Realms of Gods coincide. There was Londor, the Black City, a kingdom of nothing but the most sinfully religious people in Lordran. There was Irithyll, the City of Frost, and far above it lies Anor Londo, where the son and first daughter of Gwyn resided. They were named Gwyndolin, God of the Darkmoon, and Gwynevere, Goddess of Light, respectively. There is the ancient kingdom of Carthus, a land of rolling sands and towers that reached far beneath the surface. Deep below it lies the ruins of Sunken Izalith, the heart of Chaos. Deep beneath Irithyll lies the Profaned Capital, the heart of the True Flame. All of this was ruled by Gwyn. Soon, an ancient army of Archdragons came to strike Gwyn down, and end the Age of Lordran. Gwyn tried everything to strike them down, and he did slay few, but he was no match. So Gwyn, not wanting his reign to end, sacrificed himself and his army of demon-slaying knights to the Fire within Astora, the homeland of the Kiln of the First Flame, and thus began the Age of Fire." He stopped for a bit, taking a few deep breaths, and continued.
"Upon his sacrifice, his soul became one with the fire, and he gifted his strength of Flame to the few he trusted. Then, he turned to the sky, and struck down the deific dragons of Yore, but it was too late. They had taken solace in his realm of Lordran, and they adapted where Gwyn could not, and thus, they won, and the world turns again to the chain. Soon, an unsung hero known only as the Chosen Undead took up arms and slew Gwyn, gaining the chance to break the chain of Fire, and end Gwyn's reign once and for all..." He stopped. He spoke his next words with a somber tone. "...Something within the Chosen changed. Instead of breaking the chain, they sacrificed themselves to the Fire, burning down the Kiln, and taking them with it. And thus, the wheel bends the chain ever so slightly more."
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"Soon, another came to Lordran, but this time within the ancient city of Drangleic, Kingdom of Dragons. They were known as the Bearer of the Curse. They were there because Lordran called to them. So they came. They fell into the grasp of Lordran and were teleported to Drangleic. There, they found the Firekeepers, granters of Humanity and tenders to the Flame, who gave them their purpose again. After bloody battles against the Lost Sinner within the Sinner's Rise, the Old Iron King in the Iron Keep, the Rotten deep down in the Black Gulch, and the Duke's Dear Freja in Crystal Caverns, they entered Drangleic Keep, slew Old King Vendrick, and came to the ancient Throne of Want, where if you sat within, you would be trapped with everything you'd ever want, forever. But before they could, they had to face Aldia, the Scholar of the First Sin, who was rightfully slain. Before they could approach the Throne, however, Aldia's last words echoed throughout the hall, speaking of being able to leave the Throne, and all your wishes behind. And that's just what the Bearer of the Curse did. They walked, away from the Throne, away from the Scholar, away from everything, for they did not belong. And thus, the wheel stretches the chain ever more, as the world turns again." He stops, and check if anyone else is listening, then check if Roskin is still listening.
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"Then, finally, we come to the last part of our story. This is the part of the Ashen One, the 'Last Bearer of the Ashen Curse.' The Bell Tolls, the Age of Fire is coming to a close, and the Lords of Cinder, Gwyn's most trusted, are called to link the First Flame to extend his reign for the next thousand years. Soon after the bell has tolled, it is said that the Ashen One rose from their grave, called to link the Flame. They awaken, and enter the Firelink Shrine, where five thrones, fit for the Lords, reside empty. All except for one. The throne of Ludleth, Lord of Cinder from the Kingdom of Courland. He was willing to give his soul to the flame, going so far as to tear his legs off so he could not run from his responsibility. So the Ashen One traverses through the Fire in the Shrine to the Kingdom of Lothric, homeland of the Old King Oceiros. The Ashen One slays Vordt of the Boreal Valley, defender of Lothric, and makes their way through the Undead Settlement, meeting Eygon of Carim, land of Miracles, and Siegward of Catarina, the land of the jovial festivities, drink, and surprisingly Onion-shaped armour, and into the swampland of Farron Keep. There, they slay their first Lord of Cinder, the Abyss Watchers. The Abyss Watchers are a massive band of fighters who guard over the Abyss, and slaying anything that even closely resembles that of a creature of the Dark.Their point-tipped helmets are said to harbour death wherever they go, and are known as an omen of death. Soon after, they reach the Cathedral of the Deep, and the resting place of Saint Aldrich of the Deep, who wasn't much of a Saint at all, believe it or not." He then started on a tangent about the 'man.'
"Aldrich had a habit of devouring the flesh and soul of man. So much, in fact, that soon after he had eaten so much he became a bloated pig, he turned into sludge with a hunger for Gods. And guess what? They didn't make him a Lord for consequence or wit, but for power. Power, the thing that can overrule anything, apparently. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. When the Ashen One reached the Cathedral, Aldrich was nowhere to be seen, and all that remained was a small doll that led to Irithyll. The Ashen One soon entered beneath Farron Keep into the Catacombs of Carthus, where they slew the High King Wolnir, High King being a wrongfully stolen title. They reached Irithyll, and passed through the gate which kept all who did not have the small doll with them out, allowing all who did free entry into the City. There, they slew Pontiff Sulyvahn, another who wrongfully stole a title, and headed up to slay Aldrich, the Devourer of Gods, within Anor Londo, Palace of the Gods." He took a breath, and continued.
"Soon, they found themselves deep within the Dungeons of Irithyll, and deeper still, into the Profaned Capital, heart of the Profaned Fire, and resting place of Yhorm the Giant, and Defender of the Capital. Now, the thing about Yhorm is that he is a Giant. Giants are resistant to all except the power of the storm. So when Yhorm became the Lord of Cinder, he gifted the Storm Ruler, a blade imbued with the strength of Storms, to the humans who doubted him, and another to a beloved friend. This friend was Siegward, who wielded this blade against him beside the Ashen One, and together they won against him. No one knows what happened to Siegward after that."
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"The Ashen One then was teleported to Lothric Castle, where they faced the Dancer of the Boreal Valley, and traversed into the Consumed King's Gardens, where they fought Oceiros the Consumed, and entered the Past, where they slew the great Champion Gundyr, and-" He stopped. He seemed to remember something, but what was it?
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"They... They, um..." He began to lose his train of thought. "Ah... What, um... Uh..." He then sat in silence for a small bit, before finally remembering what he was saying. "Oh, right. He slew the great Champion Gundyr and entered the Darkened Firelink, where he found the spot where a fire would have been and picked up a Coiled... sword... fragment..." His voice trailed off, as he looked to his right and sat in silence for an unusual amount of time.
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(Hey, I'm new to the Beta group, but I read everything to catch up. I'm going to assume my character has been with you guys the whole time otherwise the timeline of me trying to catch up would never make sense)
Illvar emerges from the shadows, no longer wanting to stay silent. He rests his left hand on the hilt of his Sun Blade
"And what of this fable?"
Something about the story struck a nerve with Illvar
"Gods defeat gods, men defeat gods and everyone calls it victory. Is the chain ever broken or does it just pass on"
Roskin's head is spinning now; "Soooooo, some ocarinas consumed some gods, and then some eldrich sainted a big slime ball, while there's this group of cursing knights with points on their heads running around fighting the dark at night, and then some guy "Siegfried" killed 'is friend Lord Cinderella, while Ashton mopped up in Gundyrs garden?" Roskin whistles "For a guy who a couple hours ago could hardly remember what he was you sure have lotta info about what happened way back when!"
"That's not what I believe is out of place, although they have a secret that they're keeping from us. I think that's why they're sending us out to face the Warforged. Maybe it's the fact that they don't want us to get in their way so that they can kill the warriors near that other banner." Avelyn whispers this back, pointing to the M'Rorian banner-bearer. "But like I was saying, they're not what I thought was out of place. There's something in the back of my mind, like a spark that won't ignite. Like there isn't any fuel to like the pyre..." Avelyn didn't realise he repeated what he said at the beginning, the line 'There's something in the back of my mind, like a spark,' as if he's stuck in the same loop in his own head. Like a cage, like a star in the sky, like a-
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
-Like a circle. A 'Spark' that won't 'Ignite,' as if he's stuck 'in a loop.' A loop is a Circle, and Spark leads to Flame. The very thing keeping him from his memories was the thing which started all of this. The Curse, his loss of memory, his reason for being here. The Circle of Flame. His Curse.
Avelyn sits in stunned silence at his assumption. The Curse, he now believed, was his feeling of something out of place. The only thing that could have started this was the Fragment he held onto so dearly, like a long lost friend now found. He took it out of his bag, and stared at it. It felt like hours before he finally spoke.
"It's an interesting little thing, isn't it?"
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"Yeah, you think so too eh? Seems this alliance they have here isn't so allied is it." Roskin whispers back then normally in an attempt to not be suspicious he says, "Wish i could say the same for me Grim, my minds moving all the time. Most days I just wish it would stop so's I could get some rest from it. What's yer secret how do you take the fuel from the fire?" Looking over at Avelyn's hands her remarks, "Speaking of fire whats with glowing embers you emit sometimes?"
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He says, very quietly, "It's the thing that tells us apart from other knights. The embers that flow are part of our curse." He seems caught up in the faint glow of the Fragment in his hand, like a bird stuck in a heavy gust. "You know," he says. "I thought I knew who cursed us, we Chosen Few Accursed." When he said 'Accursed,' the Fragment glowed ever so slightly brighter, and a few embers flowed out of the broken end, around his head.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"oh-kay, Accrued you say. Just wondering, in case it comes up later, d'ya think they could ignite say oil or something like that? 'Cause that'd be a pretty neat party trick,eh?" Roskin winks. "This keeps you on fire all the time? Well I guess yer never cold than are ya?"
Loyalty Begets Honour
"Oh, we can be cold," he said, almost sarcastically, as if trying to trigger something like a memory again. "I once saw a few of the knights of Astora frozen in ice, the poor fools. Thought they could just simply venture north and be safe, huh?" He'd chuckle a bit, placing his hand, the one with the fragment, onto the ground. His chuckle, though, turned into a sadistic one fairly soon. "And another thing about the embers," he said through his sadistic chuckle. "They very much ignite things. I saw a Hollow warhound rolling on the floor yelping through the flames!" He'd laugh, a very sinister laugh. One that was very unlike the sulken knight.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Roskin leans away a bit, “Hey Grim, not gonna have to fight you later am I, you’re bouncin’ around like I’m talking to more’n one fire knight.” The halfing goes back to his carving. “ ‘sides we still need ta figure out why that time thinga-ma-whatsit sent us here. Just ‘member about party tricks if’n we find ourselves having a hoedown.”
Loyalty Begets Honour
The Knight's sadistic laugh calms down to another silent stare into his hand. He takes off his right gauntlet again, and he is taken aback by the ash-black circle on his palm looking more like an infection into his veins. The furthest it's gotten to is at the middle of the main forearm vein, smaller veins before the wrist stretching across his whole arm. The insignia of Flame on his palm changed one of its unreadable letters into a singular english one: an O. He quickly covers his hand again, and turns to Roskin. "No. No, you won't have to fight me. I promise," he says as he holds his hand out to the halfling, expecting a handshake. "Can I, at least, tell you a story?"
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Roskin looks and grabs Avelyns hand vigorously, “Alrighty, I love a good story. I hope this handshake means we’ll take care of each other her on out cause having to cover your back won’t work as I can hardly reach it.” The halfing laughs at his own joke and sits back to listen.
Loyalty Begets Honour
The Knight takes his hand back, forgetting all about the Coiled Fragment as he tells the story.
"Well, here we go. About a few thousand years ago, Gwyn, the God of Sunlight, ruled a kingdom and everything surrounding it. This kingdom was named Lordran, the land where the Realms of Gods coincide. There was Londor, the Black City, a kingdom of nothing but the most sinfully religious people in Lordran. There was Irithyll, the City of Frost, and far above it lies Anor Londo, where the son and first daughter of Gwyn resided. They were named Gwyndolin, God of the Darkmoon, and Gwynevere, Goddess of Light, respectively. There is the ancient kingdom of Carthus, a land of rolling sands and towers that reached far beneath the surface. Deep below it lies the ruins of Sunken Izalith, the heart of Chaos. Deep beneath Irithyll lies the Profaned Capital, the heart of the True Flame. All of this was ruled by Gwyn. Soon, an ancient army of Archdragons came to strike Gwyn down, and end the Age of Lordran. Gwyn tried everything to strike them down, and he did slay few, but he was no match. So Gwyn, not wanting his reign to end, sacrificed himself and his army of demon-slaying knights to the Fire within Astora, the homeland of the Kiln of the First Flame, and thus began the Age of Fire." He stopped for a bit, taking a few deep breaths, and continued.
"Upon his sacrifice, his soul became one with the fire, and he gifted his strength of Flame to the few he trusted. Then, he turned to the sky, and struck down the deific dragons of Yore, but it was too late. They had taken solace in his realm of Lordran, and they adapted where Gwyn could not, and thus, they won, and the world turns again to the chain. Soon, an unsung hero known only as the Chosen Undead took up arms and slew Gwyn, gaining the chance to break the chain of Fire, and end Gwyn's reign once and for all..." He stopped. He spoke his next words with a somber tone. "...Something within the Chosen changed. Instead of breaking the chain, they sacrificed themselves to the Fire, burning down the Kiln, and taking them with it. And thus, the wheel bends the chain ever so slightly more."
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Roskin looks on intent on the story. Those around notice he’s trying really hard to keep quiet.
Loyalty Begets Honour
"Soon, another came to Lordran, but this time within the ancient city of Drangleic, Kingdom of Dragons. They were known as the Bearer of the Curse. They were there because Lordran called to them. So they came. They fell into the grasp of Lordran and were teleported to Drangleic. There, they found the Firekeepers, granters of Humanity and tenders to the Flame, who gave them their purpose again. After bloody battles against the Lost Sinner within the Sinner's Rise, the Old Iron King in the Iron Keep, the Rotten deep down in the Black Gulch, and the Duke's Dear Freja in Crystal Caverns, they entered Drangleic Keep, slew Old King Vendrick, and came to the ancient Throne of Want, where if you sat within, you would be trapped with everything you'd ever want, forever. But before they could, they had to face Aldia, the Scholar of the First Sin, who was rightfully slain. Before they could approach the Throne, however, Aldia's last words echoed throughout the hall, speaking of being able to leave the Throne, and all your wishes behind. And that's just what the Bearer of the Curse did. They walked, away from the Throne, away from the Scholar, away from everything, for they did not belong. And thus, the wheel stretches the chain ever more, as the world turns again." He stops, and check if anyone else is listening, then check if Roskin is still listening.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
Roskin nods his head a little, an intense look on his face as if he’s trying really hard to keep up with all the names and places being mentioned.
Loyalty Begets Honour
"Then, finally, we come to the last part of our story. This is the part of the Ashen One, the 'Last Bearer of the Ashen Curse.' The Bell Tolls, the Age of Fire is coming to a close, and the Lords of Cinder, Gwyn's most trusted, are called to link the First Flame to extend his reign for the next thousand years. Soon after the bell has tolled, it is said that the Ashen One rose from their grave, called to link the Flame. They awaken, and enter the Firelink Shrine, where five thrones, fit for the Lords, reside empty. All except for one. The throne of Ludleth, Lord of Cinder from the Kingdom of Courland. He was willing to give his soul to the flame, going so far as to tear his legs off so he could not run from his responsibility. So the Ashen One traverses through the Fire in the Shrine to the Kingdom of Lothric, homeland of the Old King Oceiros. The Ashen One slays Vordt of the Boreal Valley, defender of Lothric, and makes their way through the Undead Settlement, meeting Eygon of Carim, land of Miracles, and Siegward of Catarina, the land of the jovial festivities, drink, and surprisingly Onion-shaped armour, and into the swampland of Farron Keep. There, they slay their first Lord of Cinder, the Abyss Watchers. The Abyss Watchers are a massive band of fighters who guard over the Abyss, and slaying anything that even closely resembles that of a creature of the Dark.Their point-tipped helmets are said to harbour death wherever they go, and are known as an omen of death. Soon after, they reach the Cathedral of the Deep, and the resting place of Saint Aldrich of the Deep, who wasn't much of a Saint at all, believe it or not." He then started on a tangent about the 'man.'
"Aldrich had a habit of devouring the flesh and soul of man. So much, in fact, that soon after he had eaten so much he became a bloated pig, he turned into sludge with a hunger for Gods. And guess what? They didn't make him a Lord for consequence or wit, but for power. Power, the thing that can overrule anything, apparently. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. When the Ashen One reached the Cathedral, Aldrich was nowhere to be seen, and all that remained was a small doll that led to Irithyll. The Ashen One soon entered beneath Farron Keep into the Catacombs of Carthus, where they slew the High King Wolnir, High King being a wrongfully stolen title. They reached Irithyll, and passed through the gate which kept all who did not have the small doll with them out, allowing all who did free entry into the City. There, they slew Pontiff Sulyvahn, another who wrongfully stole a title, and headed up to slay Aldrich, the Devourer of Gods, within Anor Londo, Palace of the Gods." He took a breath, and continued.
"Soon, they found themselves deep within the Dungeons of Irithyll, and deeper still, into the Profaned Capital, heart of the Profaned Fire, and resting place of Yhorm the Giant, and Defender of the Capital. Now, the thing about Yhorm is that he is a Giant. Giants are resistant to all except the power of the storm. So when Yhorm became the Lord of Cinder, he gifted the Storm Ruler, a blade imbued with the strength of Storms, to the humans who doubted him, and another to a beloved friend. This friend was Siegward, who wielded this blade against him beside the Ashen One, and together they won against him. No one knows what happened to Siegward after that."
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"The Ashen One then was teleported to Lothric Castle, where they faced the Dancer of the Boreal Valley, and traversed into the Consumed King's Gardens, where they fought Oceiros the Consumed, and entered the Past, where they slew the great Champion Gundyr, and-" He stopped. He seemed to remember something, but what was it?
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
"They... They, um..." He began to lose his train of thought. "Ah... What, um... Uh..." He then sat in silence for a small bit, before finally remembering what he was saying. "Oh, right. He slew the great Champion Gundyr and entered the Darkened Firelink, where he found the spot where a fire would have been and picked up a Coiled... sword... fragment..." His voice trailed off, as he looked to his right and sat in silence for an unusual amount of time.
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”
(Hey, I'm new to the Beta group, but I read everything to catch up. I'm going to assume my character has been with you guys the whole time otherwise the timeline of me trying to catch up would never make sense)
Illvar emerges from the shadows, no longer wanting to stay silent. He rests his left hand on the hilt of his Sun Blade
"And what of this fable?"
Something about the story struck a nerve with Illvar
"Gods defeat gods, men defeat gods and everyone calls it victory. Is the chain ever broken or does it just pass on"
Roskin's head is spinning now; "Soooooo, some ocarinas consumed some gods, and then some eldrich sainted a big slime ball, while there's this group of cursing knights with points on their heads running around fighting the dark at night, and then some guy "Siegfried" killed 'is friend Lord Cinderella, while Ashton mopped up in Gundyrs garden?" Roskin whistles "For a guy who a couple hours ago could hardly remember what he was you sure have lotta info about what happened way back when!"
Loyalty Begets Honour
(Lord Cinderella, I'm deceased)
Avelyn looks up at the new speaker, and simply states with a cheerful attitude, a world of difference to previously, "Hello. Are you new around here?"
Nameless, Accursed Undead... Unfit, even to be Cinder... And so it is... That Ash, Seeketh Embers…”