Game Thread: Alara

From the cursed soil you arise, mist is strewn about you. You cannot remember; who you are, how did you fall, all this is lost to you. But in the distance there is a soft orange glow. Hope?

You approach the light, almost mindlessly driven to hold your hand over the coiled blade. The bonfire lights, for a fleeting moment warmth fills your cold heart, restoring your vigour and your strength. You feel rested, as though you had stayed for ten or so minuets in this moment, though it lasted only a moment. Filled with determination you look once more around you. You stand in a deep vale; filled with mist and graves. Across the clearing from you is a corpse its decayed hands clasp a dull great flask a bright white stone untouched by age. You recognise these items, powerful items indeed...

The sides of the cake are steep but there is an old path winding through the mist..

White Sign Soapstone. Allows you to draw a soul sign that transcends time itself. Allows you to be summoned from the location you create your soul sign.

As you examine the dull green phial it begins to flow with amber light that soothes your being.

Estus Flask. The Undead treasure these dull green flasks. Fill with Estus at bonfires, and drink to restore HP. The journey of an Undead has always traced the bonfires, and no journey of import has been made without an Estus Flask.

As you start along the path you realise that you aren't alone. Around you in the mists several hollowed undead lurk. They seem to pay you no heed at first, but as you continue its clear that they are following behind you. Soon you will be completely surrounded.

The four of the hollows do indeed begin to close, the ones behind you are slightly close. You are faster then the hollows and can get the first swing in.

Your swift blow skewers its target the ones you closed on swing to retaliate but the others have yet to converge on you.

The first hollow falls it regard flesh turning to ash as beautiful white light rises of it flowing into you. As the other two close on you trade blows with one of them.

The incoming hollow survives the blow. And the three swing to hit you, but you avoid there blows.

You drive your spear into the hollow and it crumbles to ash as you absorb is soul. The remaining hollows continue their relentless assault with little success.

Your strike connects but the hollow continues its assault with the others. One catches you off guard.

You strike true but the hollow endures the blow. The two strike back at you but both fail to connect.