Recluse ( Lautrec X reader )

CH 2 Gift of Humanity

“Now don't get yourself killed. Hate to see you go hollow.”

“No, of course not! Not with this! I'll be able to do much, much more!”
Andre humphed picking up the handle of his iron. “Never asked, where did you get such a thing?”
You pulled the left blade out sliding it in a slot on the side of the gauntlet. Doing the same to the right blade he watched how you were able to disarm it.

If you are not in combat the two palm blades can be put into slots built into the sleeve of the gauntlet.
“Here are the 25,000 souls as promised. ”

You looked at him with your smile unsure whether to tell him or not.
“Shame, not to know where such a fine craftsman was born. What blacksmith genius created such a weapon. More suitable to assassins or thieves. Keep it hidden. Some folks around here will have eye to eye for such advancement.”

You nodded your head. “Understood. Thank you kindly sir Andre Of Astora.” 

He waved at you as you went up the stairs. “Come back if you need anything else repaired or reinforced.”
Stopping you watched him hammer away at the steel for a new broadsword as you smiled. “Soon.” You responded looking up the stairs thinking of what adventures await. If not by ignorance to see death awaiting as an adventure this entire theme would be much more of despair.

Lands of the dead and the undead.
Of the holy and the unholy.
Gods, demigods, and beasts beyond ranks of the world.

As the lore is shared.
“In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons.
But then there was fire, and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, they came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Nito, the first of the dead, the Witch of Izalith, and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights,
and the furtive pygmy, so easily forgotten.

With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons.
Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales.
The Witches weaved great firestorms.
Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease.
And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.

Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon, the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain.
Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights.
And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

The Darksign brands the Undead. And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world.”

So it was your faith to await your end. Some time ago within the depths of a miserable hole awaiting the end of ends. The day for the dead hollow that you once were to be forgotten. As it just so happened, freedom was given and sacrifice was made.

In this world. One can not live without purpose. If purpose is lost one will become hollow. Losing humanity. If one is to fall by the curse of hollowing many lose their minds and any sense of who they were.

Fire shrine maidens. As known to be firekeepers or fire tenders are all known to be females. Under the ritual of tending to the flames. Their bodies share the tangible manifestation of their bonfires. The offering of humanity in which that can be obtained through the taking or killing of an undead can be presented to the flame. Allowing one who becomes undead to be given back the right of living and the right to Kindle to the flame.
The FireLink will also restart the world bringing most who have perished to be reborn. An endless cycle.

All Firekeepers are gnawed by unlimited humanities making it a blessing and a curse. Such are tragedies for these maidens. The killing of a Firekeeper stops the flames of her bonfires. All travelers and ones of rest can no longer make use or replenish from its flames. The unfavorable act of consuming her soul grants one the presence of 5 humanities. For within this world what is dead can never die.

And so is your faith. To seek he who has done an unfavorable act. He who has taken the fire from your arms. The guilty, the unworthy one.  The one who killed your sister.

Making it to the top of the stairs you rested near a bonfire. Thinking of the souls you have hoping it to be enough to spare and be given more abilities. Kneeling on your knee you stretched out your arm offering your souls to increase your endurance and strength. For your gauntlet will not aid you. The GreatAxe bestowed to you shall aid you in your quest. The right of strength to wield it is more favorable for the path will be of despair.