Game Thread: Malethor

Ye be right about that, madmen and hollows are all who fight on this fields now. I set up here for the ready supplies offered by this place. As for who I arm, why undead such as yourself, who perhaps have been chosen to try and sate the Firekeep, those who try their hand at taking the the very gods lineage for their own.

The gates are guarded be a hollowed knight from a distant land, the doors to the keep proper Though is its strongest defence, it will only open for a soul of sufficient strength to seek the god’s heritage

This old smelter is lacking the divine spark of fire I once worked with, but unless you desire more wonderous creations that won't be an issue, and if you have some titanite on you I can work that into your weapon or armour to reinforce them. Otherwise I can make anything you need. Souls are what I need in exchange for my goods. The smith takes out a blue flask This might help too, Ivan transfer some of the fire from your estus flask into this ashen flask which will refresh your focus instead of your vigour.

The battlefield is a chaotic broiling mess of small combats. As one dies down, the victors scattering without foes to fight others start as the mindless dead rise from the mud of the battlefield. There are few corpses other then those engaged in the melees as fallen corpses swiftly turn to ash. There are some resources to be claimed but not without facing combatants. Perhaps the other paths will lead to easier pickings? Or you could forge your way across the battlefield to try and take the gate, though you spot some large ballista on the walls that occasionally pick of undead who stray too close to the wall.

On a whim you take Phryxos down the cliff path. The road is tight to the face of the cliff, below a desert of swirling sand and ash spreads our to the distance. Around a bend you spot the paths destination, a squat village presses against the mountain wall. Before you arrive at the village though, a large creature slumbers across your path, blocking your way.

The large creature that sleeps over the path probably stands twice your height, and is heavy with flesh. It’s body has rubber scales. And you spot sharp claws and teeth but otherwise cannot tell if it will be friendly or hostile when disturbed.