My Hollowing Tomb (A Dark Souls Fanfiction)

Sub-Story: Bern and Sennetta

Before the knight met the firekeeper, both were just strangers, entangled within the Great Swamp.

It was becoming dark and dull, the blackened clouds overhead gathering above Bern's head, heavy bolt-like rain drops started hitting his aged helmet.

A chuckle bursts from his cracked lips as he reaches for his waterskin, grasping it lightly, feeling it wheeze before shaking it around.

"Well that ain't good.. I might die at this rate. Don't want to bring shame to the Knights of Catarina!" He exclaimed, before grasping at his big round helmet.

Feeling the steel scrape by his ears as he lifts it off the rain showers down on the exposed head of the knight. Grinning now, Bern let his tongue hang out, partially resting on his white as snow beard, the heavy drops quickly fill his mouth, cool and refreshing, but who knows how long he has to go before meeting his brethren? A few minutes pass and Bern reluctantly closes his mouth, and slides his Onion-like helmet back on.

His Journey had been long but t'was on the edge of The GREAT Swamp, Beautiful as it was avoided. "Oh brothers.. what are you doing here? You couldn't just be site seeing?.." Looking with caution he scouts between the big massive tree's which have warped out from the marshy black swamp water.

From the corner of vision he can see a bridge of planks, climbing in a curved manner over the swamp water, latching from tree to tree with crude platforms.

"Aye.. a deathtrap waiting to happen!" That evidence was reinforced by the fact, when Bern finished speaking, a singular rotten plank fell off making a loud Bloop in the water.

Looking around he grasps at the handle of his Zweihander, making sure it was ready for anything. With caution Bern shuffled towards the bridge, his bold but refined Catarina armor, shaking with each step.

Much like the 'Onion-Knight' armor of Catarina, It had the bold and weird shape, but due to the size of Bern, it had to be reshaped so his stomach wasn't on show! But the reputation still stands as the most protective armor.

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"Sen.. SEN!" A boot lands into her back and she rolls around instantly to look at the young twiggy boy kicking her, "The dark pyromancer's are close to our shack.. we should move again."
He said with reluctance.

"Yeah.. grab your stuff Timmin. We will leave Immediately brother." Sennetta said with a groggy slur, this rude awakening angered her, but she could do little against those who obtained the Dark Pyromancy flame.

Timmin with much haste threw a hefty leather satchel at Sen, "I got your stuff ready too, along with the pyromancy tome and some fire seed's."
"How sweet.. doesn't that make me bait for other pyromancers though?" Sen retorted before standing up and dragging herself to the open 'door' of their make-shift shack.

"Well we have each others back's.. So they won't get close!" Smirking, Timmin pulls his hood up and gestures with a point in the direction they would run!

Making a quick survey of the land, Timmin and Sen run for a large rock in the direction he pointed for, their cloth wrapped boots slip through the marshy terrain, traveling with ease till their bodies reached the rock, scaling up like lizards they perch themselves at the top to scout the next path.

Without time to plan ahead, a voice screams out with hatred and bloodlust, "We gOT onEs ooVeR 'ERe!" Raising his blackened hand in the air the man blasts a Great Combustion in the air, acting like a flare to his allies close by.