Lordran Stories

The chosen undead is feeling weary. Will they be able to overcome the challenge in front of them, or will they give up and go hollow?

This is a huge story of the tales of Lordran. When the world tires, what happens to Anor Londo, new Londo Astora, other neighbouring lands, but nothing is as mysterious as the dark uncovered within Oolicile... But what happens after the flame starts to fade? What happens to the old gods? Could it be peaceful and quite, as if it were the dark? This is all my own opinions and speculation. Of course I don't own any characters or places, anything at all, although the drawings of the Great knight Artorias on lined paper are my own, again to clarify no characters, places, or names are mine any parts of the story that aren't specified are hinted at by the company(s). I just wanted to write a long story about a great game, any and all support would be appreciated :) ~Ornstein

El viaje de una guerrera afectada por la maldición de los no muertos por las tierras de Lordran, a través de la muerte, la decadencia y el dolor, encontrando en su camino compañeros inquietantes, locos, y otros como un rayo de sol en mitad de la oscuridad.

In a realm where the primeval gods have fallen, a new lord rises to take the place of the old gods.

The travel journal of a formerly Chosen Undead who gave in to her wanderlust after fulfilling her destiny, or perhaps making her own destiny. Written with the intent of helping others who wander hither and thither within the confines of the world, and written with the intent of expanding my headcanon if we're talkin' Meta-Game.

In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of grey crags, arch-trees and everlasting dragons. Then there was Fire, and with Fire came Disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course... Light and Dark. 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, with 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. 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. Amongst the living are seen carriers of the accursed Darksign. The chosen undead makes the pilgrimage from asylum with the help of another bound to the flame. We follow the chosen undead on his journey to smite the old gods, now guarding the key to Gwyn's prison. Will they link the flame, resetting the cycle to start anew or will they walk away from temptation and let on an age of dark.

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