Recluse ( Lautrec X reader )

Ch 1

Andre hammered the last touches of the gauntlets. Examining the structure and the pieces. Foreign markings that depicted a focus and dedication to Craftsmanship. Not the same patterns that are seen from the great knights of Anor Londo. Their silver plated armor that is adorned with engravings of the King and the kingdom they once served. Their helmets shaped like curved thorns with the opening visors shaped as the curve of a half moon.

Loyal until the end they are still seen to be feared by many due to their mastery of the weapons they wield and the undying dedication of their beliefs. In any such foolish attempt to step out of the boundary they will follow their target until they are no longer living.

Nor did the engraving of the gauntlet show the Dark Knights that guard these lands from wonders. Their armor has lost the touch of the Silver knights. Their black armor and the men behind them are unpredictable in combat and move with such agility it is only of high strength, dexterity and agility that one can be of such status. Yet they guard the artifacts that are of simple use. Artifacts that once belonged to fearsome warriors of the lands.
The Black Knights are fearsome attacking with such ferocity they are known to break shields and the poise of once stands. Any wrong move or misjudgements will be the end of a warrior or wander.

They are limited and will not follow for their borders of guard is only what they are meant to do. They do not stray far from the treasures or artifacts they are to guard.
These gauntlets steel held colors of Forrest green, polished wood brown and the red tint of fire.

The blacksmith worked diligently without skipping a beat. Most blacksmiths will work until the flame of the world has gone out. Andre was no exception. Day through night, cold through heat the blacksmith knew nothing of stopping. Proving weapons and shields for any who are in need.

With the right amount of souls one can ascend their weapons. Repair or even modify them to better use.
He was built like ox with long white hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a long shaggy beard. Eyebrows that were as fluffy as the tails of wolves. The well gleeful tone in his voice from his work and the care of those that passed was never to be ignored.

Andre muscles were large enough to pop a single man's head. He preferred to work with no shirt, armor, or any top covering. As if such a fool would challenge the old man.
Only sporting his labored gloves to take better hold of the metals he tended to.

"See if it works." Andre handed you back your gauntlets to test. Sliding them on tightening the rope and then screwing in the piece of metal together till it was firmly fit.

Opening and closing your hand watching the scaled pattern metal on your fingers smoothly slide against each other. Examining the two blades that rested in the inside palm. The right blade faced east, the left blade faced west.

"Let's give it a try." Slightly crouching down you held your right arm out stretching your fingers apart triggering the mechanism of the gauntlet to shoot out two blades from the palm. Swinging your arm back you closed your fingers on the rope having more control of the blades tied at the end. Spinning around to control the movement of the blades with the rope. All focus was on poise, dexterity, and the agility needed from one's body to arm and hand.

Andre watched as you were careful in learning how to use this new gauntlet. Releasing the rope you stretched out your fingers wide open retracting the rope and the blades as they went back into the slots of the palm.

"Yes!" Jumping up in joy you looked at Andre with a feeling of fulfillment. "I will be capable of taking down my foes more easily. Sir Andre if I may ask, what is beneath those stairs? I could hear it from within here. The smell of death beneath that room."

Andre looked at the hall where the stairs let down. "There is a headless demon. Many attempt to slay it only to perish. I've seen it myself. It's tall as the room has no head, absent one leg. It uses its free arm to move around. The clever ones attempt to run past it. Soul decoys, or producing no sound may get you past it. It's a tricky one. That room leads to the Darkroot Garden. It is said the grave of the Great Knight Artorias is guarded by his trusty wolf companion."

You fixed the gauntlet around your wrist feeling your heart sink deeper hearing the headless demon move around the room. Scraping through the concrete floors. "Who was the great Knight Artorias?" You asked for attention to know whether or not you should adventure. "He is known to be the only Knight to traverse the Abyss."

Artorias beat the hammer against the steel followed the same beat as your heart. Feeling the hall stretching out to you. A