Game Thread; Hurlox

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..

Taking a moment in slight clarity to try to remember these items the corpse carries, I slowly pick up my shield and morning star. I march cautiously towards the corpse watching for anything around to move. I stop and stare into the face of the fallen person trying remember them.
history check: 1d20 + 0

( 17 ) = 17

They are the corpse of a nameless soldier of some long forgotten war. You know not who they are but you know what they are, a failure. They rose from the grave yard earth around you like you did, found the tools they needed to progress but never left the aaftey of the bonfire, here they went hollow and then became beyond that, a simple corpse clutching the remnants of an undead hero. The items are much more interesting...

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.