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welcome to the bonfire, unkindled one. i am a fire keeper. i tend to the flame, and tend to thee. the lords have left their thrones, and must be deliver'd to them. to this end, i am ever at thy side. ashen one, produce the coiled sword at the bonfire. the mark of ash will guide thee to the land of the lords. to lothric, where the homes of the lords converge. ahh, another one, roused from the sleep ofdeath? well you're not alone. we unkindled are worthless. can't even die right...
and they'd have us seek the lords of cinder, and return them to their moulding thrones. but we are talking true legends, with the mettle to link the fire. we're not fit to lick their boots. oh, thou art unkindled... and a seeker of lords. i am ludleth of courland. look not in bewilderment as i say... i linked the fire long ago, becoming a lord of cinder. knowest thou of our purpose? five thrones will take five lords, as kindling for the linking of the fire. the fast-fading flame must be linked, to preserve this world. a re-enactment of the first linking of the fire.
so it is, i became a lord of cinder. i may be but small, but i will die a colossus. treat the fire keeper not with discourtesy. she is much like thee. prisoners both, kept to link the fire. ashen one, to be unkindled is to be a vessel for souls. sovereignless souls will become thy strength. i will show thee how. ashen one, bring me souls, plucked from their vessels. very well. then touch the darkness within me. take nourishment from these sovereignless souls.
let these souls withdrawn from their vessels, manifestations of disparity... elucidated by fire, burrow deep within me,retreating to a darkness beyond the reach of flame. let them assume a new master. inhabiting ash, casting themselves upon new forms... ahh, the wait has been long, unkindled one. i am emma, high priestess of lothric castle. allow me to speak frankly. you will not find the lords of cinder here. they have left, gone. to their churning homes, converging at the base of this castle. head to the bottom of the high wall. forge on through the great gate, and raise this banner to proceed.
is this not the calling of your kind, since ages past? but beware... the dog keeps a close eye on things... the vile watchdog of the boreal valley... ooh, yet to give in, eh? good. the fire keeper must be twiching with delight. but what do you really know about these lords of cinder, these supposed legends? let's take aldrich, for one. a right and proper cleric. only, he developed a habit of devouring men. he ate so many that he bloated like a drowned pig, then softened into sludge. so they stuck him in the cathedral of thedeep.
and they made him a lord of cinder. not for virtue, but for might. at the foot of lothric castle an old path still runs below the tower in the undead settlement. it was used to transport sacrifices to the cathedral of the deep. you should see where it leads... if you've the stones for it... hmm... mmm... hmm... mm! oh! pardon me, i was absorbed in thought. i am siegward of catarina.
to be honest, i'm in a bit of a pickle. have you ever walked near a white birch, only to be struck by a great arrow? well, if i'm not mistaken, they come from this tower. whoever it is, i'm sure i can talk some sense into them. but i have to find a way up, and that's just the trouble. this lift only goes down, you see, and... well, that doesn't get me anywhere... hmm... mmm... with a little warming up, eventually... no, no...
oh, hello! how do you do? i am anri of astora. unkindled, like you. this is horace. a friend and travelling companion. are you too in search for lords of cinder? we are well along the road of sacrifices. below us is the crucifixion woods. beyond the flooded woods lies farron keep, home of the undead legion. further yet is the cathedral of the deep. we seek the cathedral, home of the grim aldrich. we may go our separate ways now, but we're both seekers of lords. the next time we cross paths, one may find the other in a time of need.
oh, yes, horace. he's not very talkative. but don't think ill of him. he's an upstanding, kind-hearted knight. a fine partner for this gruelling journey. without his help i would have cursed this onerous duty long ago. may the flames guide your way. ah, oh! don't disappear like that. you had me downright worried! but thanks to you, an epiphany has struck me square in the head. i've unravelled the riddle of this inscrutable lift! hah hah hah! then somehow ended up here. i'm not exactly sure what happened.
anyhow, do you see that? that humungous beast. i'm no coward, and i've a steady hand, but that thing makes my skin crawl. now, now, think twice before you go down that road. i could try talking some sense into him... no, i think not. he's far too over-heated. no! you should have waited! well it's too late now. i, siegward of the knights of catarina, fight by your side! that was quite the performance. but you musn't get in over your head.
we unkindled must put our duties first. but, for the moment, we've a toast to make. to your valour, my sword, and our victory together! well, i'm going to have myself a little nap. the only thing to do, really, after a nice toast. hah hah hah! hello? hello? anyone there? oh, i know that voice... just how long has it been? it's me! siegward of catarina.
i loathe to admit it but i've been had. someone's swiped my armour... did you happen to see it anywhere? oh... yes, i see... not to worry. great planning begets great fortune. an old tenet of the knights of catarina. and i am a master planner, i do say! i'm in quite a pickle indeed! maybe i can fahsion a replacement from my... in the... mmm... i've got to use my head and think! mmm... mmmm...
well, you look reasonably sane. i am a knight of catarina. i've managed to track down this cathedral store of treasure. it's right over there, accross that narrow part. treasure, umm... always so close, yet so far... i'm in quite a pickle indeed! hmm... mmm... just hold your horses a moment! i know, i know. treasure is so sorely tempting. hmm... mm... heh heh... shame on you, you greedy guts! though you could outwit an onion?
well, say hello to the nice giant. he adores visitors! hah hah hah! oh? yes, hello. i don't believe we've met. i'm patches, unbreakable patches. you seem to be unkindled. do you have business with me? ahh, oh, yes, of course! it's coming back to me now! oh, i'm so sorry. that was my doing, as you know, but the deed, well, that was the armour's doing. i'll come clean. i did you wrong. i didn't mean it though! not one bit. y-you get these urges, running the business and all, and i hate myself for it, i do. you should know, i'm a kind of travelling merchant.
if you're as unkindled as you look, you'll find plenty of good stuff! welcome to patches's boutique of wonders. can't resist it, can you? my sumptuous selection. thanks, good compeer! ah! oh! my armor! my deepest gratitude! i, siegward of catarina, salute you! with my trusty suit of armor, i'll be out of here in a jiffy! until we meet again, comrade! hah hah hah! oh! and we meet again. i'm well pleased to see you safe.
we reached the cathedral of the deep, but aldrich's coffin was empty. the man-eater must have left for his true home. the little doll in the empty coffin told me. alrich is said to hail, from irithyll, in the boreal valley, an ancient fabled city. a pilgrim told me that the city lies beyond farron keep. and so becomes our destination. the undead legion of farron is a caravan of undead. sworn by wolf's blood to contain the abyss, the legion will bury a kingdom at the first sign of exposure. joyous bunch, really.
gaining admission to the legion is a matter of some ceremony. inside their keep snuffing off the flames of three altars opens the door to the wolf blood. even accursed undead want to believe they're special, it seems. so that's how they're delivered to their thrones. heh heh... ah, i failed to thank you. for helping them find their final resting place. hah hah hah... i pity the sorry souls. is thath really lordship's last reward? hah hah hah... oh, horace. thank you. truly. oh, horace...
oh, hello, how very fortunate. have you seen my companion, horace? to my shame, i was snared by a trap, and we'vebecome separated. i've not been able to find him since. oh, yes, i see. i've searched high and low, with no luck. perhaps he's left the catacombs. oh, horace, where have you run off to? have you abandoned me? no, what a horrible thought... oh, i thought it might be you. good to see you!
i never managed to find horace. but my duty must be done, even alone. as an unkindled lordseeker. for the children i knew, bless their souls. we all have our reasons, don't we? ahh, you're brave indeed... to face your duty alone. i would do well to learn from you. ahh, i thought it might be you. then i'm afraid horace... no, this only bolsters my resolve.
please. lend me your strength. help me vanquish aldrich, the man-eating fiend. i owe this to you. thank you. truly. horace, we've done it. we really have... ah, well met. thou art at last returned. knowest thou the name anri of astora? the brave girl left this as thanks. though gave no elucidation. now, heed this little warning, from this little lord. seek not the girl.
she knoweth her fate, what will become of her upon her duty's end. she would not wish thee follow her. horace! what's happened to you? please, stop this! you've gone hollow, have you? then i shall put you to rest. forgive me horace... it pains me... to leave you. ah... oh, horace, why... don't leave me... not you... not like the others...
ah, oh-ho, oh, excuse me, i must have dozed off. it's rather warm in here. well, well, hasn't it been all too long? it's good to see you! oh, i've seemed to have missed my chance, so... i, siegward of catarina, offer my depeest gratitude. i know! won't you join me for dinner? i make a fine estus soup. i got some stewing right now! even we undead deserve a little normalcy, from time to time. and finally, upon this rendezvous, let's us make a toast.
to your valour, my sword, and our sworn duties! long may the sun shine! hah hah hah! have you heard? somewhere, hidden right here in irithyll it's a deep dungeon. and even below that, the profaned capital, home of yhorm, the reclusive giant lord. that reminds me, i've a grave promise to keep. oh, sorry. i'm afraid i've cast a cloud over things. well, i'm going to have myself a little nap. the only thing to do, really, after a nice toast. hah hah hah! hmm... hmm... ah! pardon me, i was absorbed in thought.
oh, look at me, trapped like a rat. but you needn't worry. i've just been sitting here weighing my options. the moment has almost come... i just need a bit more time. ah you are a saint! once again, you are my valiant savior. i, siegward of catarina, express my deepest gratitude. ah, no, please, go on ahead. iâ´ve my own road to take. and a duty to fulfil, very soon... yhorm, old friend... i, siegward of the knights of catarina, have come to uphold my promise!
let the sun shine upon this lord of cinder! it seems i am in your debt, once again. my thanks. my thanks. i could have not kept my promise without you. now, for a final toast. to your valor, and my old friend yhorm. you are a true friend, best of luck with your duty... ahh, unkindled one... the fire fades and awaits its one last lord. prince lothric is in your hands. please save his soul. tell him what he must be... a lord. oh, dear, another dogged contender.
welcome, unkindled one, purloiner of cinders. mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none. the fire linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing. you've done quite enough, now have your rest. oh, dear brother... i’m on my way. my brother, unyielding sword of lothric'sprince. rise, if you would... for that is our curse. mark my words, ashen one... you remain among the accursed.
ahh, most illustrious lordseeker. or should i say, lord-slayer? fine kindling for the thrones, is it not, each soul truly worthy of lordship. and all slain by thy hand. to bind them them to their thrones, even in death. oh, i have no qualms. for as we are to our thrones, thou art to thy duty. in fact, methinks thou'st helped these poor lords along their rightful path. ahh. found her, did we? and the black eyes that shimmer within, i see? tis as if it were but yesterday. we did all we could to spare her from them. much has happened since. mayhap i should apprise thee...
of what the thin light of these eyes might reveal to the eyeless firekeeper. scenes of betrayal, things never intended for her ken, visions of... this age's end... the eyes show a world destitute of fire, a barren plane of endless darkness. a place born of betrayal. so i will'd myself lord, to link the fire, to paint a new vision. what is thine intent? i took the mantle of lord of cinder of mine own volition. i speak these words with pride. choose thy fate alone. seize it with thine own hands. all the more, should thy fate entail such foul betrayal...
welcome home, ashen one. speak thine heart's desire. ashen one, may i pose thee a question? has the little lord ludleth spoken to thee of any... curious matters? i sense that he possesseth some knowledge... of a thing once most precious, or most terrible, now lost to the fire keepers. pray tell, is it a matter of which i should be apprised? ... ashen one, are these... are these eyes? how gracious of thee, ashen one. the very things we fire keepers have been missing. but fire keepers are not meant to have eyes. it is forbidden.
these will reveal, through a sliver of light, frightful images of betrayal. a world without fire. ashen one, is this truly thy wish? of course. i serve thee, and will do as thou bid'st. this will be our private affair. no one else may know of this. stay thy path, find lords to link the fire, and i will blindly tend to the flame. until the day of thy grand betrayal. ashen one, forgive me if this soundeth strange. the eyes shew a world without fire. a vast stretch of darkness.
but it is different from what is seen when stripped of vision. in the far distance, i sensed the presence of tiny flames, left to us by past lords, linkers of the fire. could this be what draws me to this strangely enticing darkness? ... you are a godsend to come at this moment... i'm done for, i'm afraid... ... i'll die soon, then lose my sanity... ... you and i, we’re both undead... hear me out, will you? ... regrettably, i have failed in my mission,but perhaps you can keep the torch lit...
... there is an old saying in my family: "thouwho art undead, art chosen... ... in thine exodus from the undead asylum,maketh pilgrimage to the land of ancient lords... ... when thou ringeth the bell of awakening,the fate of the undead thou shalt know" chosen undead, who has rung the bell of awakening... your fate is to succeed the great lord gwyn. so that you may link the fire, cast away the dark, and undo the curse of the undead. to this end, you must visit anor londo, andacquire the lordvessel. o, chosen undead. since the day father his form did obscureth,i have await’d thee.
once living, now undead, and a fitting heirto father gwyn thou art. i bequeath the lordvessel to thee. and beseech thee... succeed lord gwyn, and inheriteh the fireof our world. without fire, all shall be a frigid and frightfuldark. i can guide thee, and illuminate the truth. is this not your wish, to know the truth ofmen, and the undead? very well... the truth i shall share, without sentiment.
your progenitor found a fourth, unique soul: the dark soul. your ancestor claimed the dark soul and waited for fire to subside. and soon, the flames did fade, and only darkremained. thus began the age of men, the age of dark. however, lord gwyn trembled at the dark. clinging to his age of fire, and in dire fear of humans, and the dark lord who would be one day be born amongst them, lord gwyn resisted the course of nature. by sacrificing himself to link the fire, andcommanding his children to shepherd the humans, gwyn has blurred your past, to prevent thebirth of the dark lord.
seeker of fire, coveter of the throne. i am vendrick, ruler of drangleic. do you intend to link the fire? then you must first take the throne. with fire, they say, a true king can harness the curse. you know not the depth of dark within you. it grows deeper still, the more flame youcovet. one of the father of the abyss's spawn... that confounded quinteseence of humanity...
the abyss once had form, but then, dissipated. and yet, traces of its existence endured. each fragment, thirsting for power, spreaddark with no relent. my dear shandra was once such fragment. a feeble, tiny thing that thirsted for powermore than any other. inherit fire, and harness the dark: such isthe calling of a true leader. seeker of fire, coveter of the throne... are you another such fool? or something more?
seek adversity, the rest will follow. the five lords sit their five thrones. all thanks to thee, most worthy of lords. ashen one, with the lords as thy witness,bend thy knee afore the bonfire's coiled sword. and let the lords' embers acknowledge theeas their true heir. if when thou peeresst upon the first flame,thou wishes yet for a world without fire. for an end to the linking of the fire... then call upon me. i am a fire keeper, but i tend to the flame to the very end.
thou hast given me eyes, and such it was they shewed me. noble lords of cinder: ... the fire fades... ... and the lords go without thrones. surrender your fires to the true heir. let him grant death... ... to the old gods of lordran, deliverers of the first flame. the first flame quickly fades. darkness will shortly settle.
but one day tiny flames will dance acrossthe darkness. like embers linked by lords past. ashen one, hearest thou my voice still?
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