The stage is set for me to play my part as Lord, too. All is as planned, is it not? Five lords for five thrones. She would not wish thee follow her."Īhh, well met. What will become of her upon her duty's end. (Leave) "Now, heed this little warning, from this little lord. Knowest thou the name, Anri of Astora? The brave lad/girl left this, as thanks. So, happened upon any twisted souls?"Īhh, well met. Selecting "Talk" after the player has previously killed himĪh, beg pardon. A wee flame, belike, but I shoulder the world. Forgive me. (After killing Dragonslayer Armour) "See ye not? I am a lord. Upon approaching him, after the player has previously killed himĪhh, it singeth, to the bone, it hurts. All the more, should thy fate entail such foul betrayal." I took the mantle of Lord of Cinder of mine own volition. So I will'd myself Lord, to link the fire, to paint a new vision. The eyes show a world destitute of fire, a barren plane of endless darkness. Scenes of betrayal, things never intended for her ken, visions of. Of what the thin light of these eyes might reveal to the eyeless Firekeeper. We did all we could to spare her from them. Found her, did we? And the black eyes that shimmer within, I see? Tis as if it were but yesterday. As thou knowest, they are but newly rent apart."Īhh. But before thou should'st act, think well upon the matter. A transposing kiln should restore their rightful form. A curse once bound them together, such that they served as one.
"Ahh, thou'st two most peculiar swords discover'd. In fact, methinks thou'st help helped these poor Lords along their rightful path." For as we to our thrones, thou art to thy duty. To bind them them to their thrones, even in death. Or should I say, Lord-Slayer?įine kindling for the thrones, is it not, each soul truly worthy of Lordship.Īnd all slain by thy hand. What's to fear in a little transpositon, now?"Īhh, most illustrious Lordseeker. Thy purpose is to seek Lords, and slay them. In transposing a twisted soul, its true power transferreth to thee. Transposition is the art of extracting, and coalescing the essence of a soul. Seen better days, but, methinks it shall suffice. Oh, belike it is… a transposing kiln in thy possession. If thou happen'st 'pon a transposing kiln, bring it to me, quick." Most transposing kilns were lost with Courland, but this place is a crossing for all manner of cursed objects. Tis an art that grants powers once thought unattainable. A forbidden art, that once left a foul stain upon Courland's honor. The process of extracting, and coalescing the essence of a soul. Before I was a Lord of Cinder, I was a student of transposition. Selecting "Talk" upon reaching Undead Settlement (Before fighting Curse-Rotted Greatwood) Prisioners, both, kept to link the fire." Treat the Fire Keeper not with discourtesy. I may be but small, but I will die a colossus." A re-enactment of the first linking of the fire.
The fast fading Flame must be linked to preserve this world. Knowest thou of our purpose? Five thrones will take five Lords, as kindling for the linking of the Fire. No need to be coy, have a closer look."įret not, fret not. If substantiation be thy want, set thine eyes upon my charred corse. Look not in bewilderment as I say… I linked the fire long ago, becoming a Lord of Cinder. Oh, thou’rt unkindled, and a seeker of Lords.
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