Game Thread: Graytooth

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 green flask and a bright white stone untouched by age. You recognise these items, powerful items indeed...

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

You see nothing awry in around the bonfire you and this corpse shares you move carefully to the corpse. It is srtionairy set in a position of utter defeat.

The corpse remains exactly that and offers no resistance to you taking the white stone.

As you pick up the flask a bright yellow light fills it, it seems to react to the bonfire.

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.

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.

It seems there are but two paths to take, you can explore the deep mists of the vale or start along the path out of it. You can see shapes moving in the fog.

You move silently into the fog, the shapes become clear, mindless decrepit corpses that wander the graveyard. They are your future, undead who have lost all their purpose and gone hollow. You move about them freely as they seem not to notice you.