My Love, My Life

Through out the sands of time many souls have braved the torturous land of Drangleic in hope to find a cure to the accursed Darksign. Many of these warriors have met their end in this cursed land over and over again until they are finally driven hollow. Although hope might not be lost as a woman has began to carve her way through this land.

No-Man's Wharf

Walking through the hole in the wall into a cave filled with stalagmites a woman, garbed in the clothes of a Desert Sorceress, carrying a Large Leather Shield, and a Dark Sunset Staff, made her way along the path until she saw a Bonfire. After she had rested she saw figure leaning against a stalagmites. She made her way to the figure to greet another of her fellow cursed undeads.

"Good evening," the woman said as she spoke to the figure.

"What is it? I don't know you, and you don't know me. Things are better that way," the figure said in a noticeably female voice. The woman huffed at the response and put her hands on her hips.

"Now listen here missy, when someone greets you politely you should do the same!"

"Phew...Heh heh. You are an odd one. Normally, people keep a safe distance when they see this mask. But you...I am called Lucatiel. From the land of Mirrah, to the far east, across the mountains," Lucatiel greeted

"Now that wasn't so hard was it," the woman said as she removed her hood to reveal vibrant red shoulder length wavy hair, deep red lips, and beautiful teal eyes, ", Anyway, I am Aria and I don't remember where I am from, but enough of that tell me why you're in Drangleic," Aria asked

"They say Drangleic brims with powerful souls. And so I came to claim my share. But what a strange place...Even the rumors did not prepare me,"

"Yes, this land truly is cursed and the people are so rude," Aria said with a small huff.

"You are an odd one, indeed," this comment was met wish a defensive 'Hey!' from Aria, "I've always made a point of avoiding people. While you've made a point of engaging me. I can see that you are mid-journey. If you require assistance, I will help you. I come from Mirrah, a land of knights. My sword is always ready. Don't hesitate to call upon me. Whatever happens, I won't be missed..." Lucatiel said the last part in a to low for Aria to hear.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer," Aria said as she walked off into the Wharf.

Lost Bastille

After Aria defeated a few of the horrendous creatures of the Bastille with a few well placed Hexes she made her way into the ruined tower ahead. As she entered the dimly lite tower she see's a familiar face.

"Lucy!"

"I thought that might be you. You haven't changed a bit, have you? Heh heh."

"Good to see you to! How has your journey been," As Aria said this Lucatiel's smile fell.

"The longer I am here, the more madness I discover. A wretched place, indeed, but not without traces of its former glory. What could have caused such degradation?"

"The Darksign no doubt played a large part in the ruin of this one great land."

"Ah, yes, I have not thanked you for humoring me the other day. This is for you. Of course, I've no idea what it is. Heh heh," Lucatiel said as she gave Aria a Human Effigy.

"Thank you Lucy," Aria said with a smile, "Now won't you humor a girl and tell me about your past? I don't remember mine so I like listening to other."

" Our land of Mirrah is surrounded by enemies, and constantly at war. There is only one way up in Mirrah. Join the Order, and prove yourself in battle. My family had little fortune, and no name. I had to carve out a piece of the world for myself...
with two things. My sword, and my loyalty to my Lord."