Jul 15, 2016 7:53 am
You stand at the bonfire, a corpse of a hollow lies near by. You see it has a key on it, but you don't care what it unlocks. You know that a shaft near by leads into to the prisons below the chapel, in a fit of desperation you cast the corpse down into it. Perhaps some other pour soul can escape to fulfil the prophecy. You sit down at the fire and despair. It won't be long until you go hollow like that corpse.
The clouds part, bathing you in a ray of light. Your resolve returns, you get up once more, pick up your sword and shield. You feel filled with purpose once more. But you can't quite remember what that purpose is.
You stand at the bonfire, behind you is the is a grave yard, and the ruins of an old town. Before you, the undead chapel.
The clouds part, bathing you in a ray of light. Your resolve returns, you get up once more, pick up your sword and shield. You feel filled with purpose once more. But you can't quite remember what that purpose is.
You stand at the bonfire, behind you is the is a grave yard, and the ruins of an old town. Before you, the undead chapel.
