"It is said that when the fires fade darkness will soon follow, but from the ashes one will rise..."
Words of the Soothsayer
Now only embers remain, flittering through the slowly darkening sky like fireflies in the dead of night. And yet even with the prophecy nearing fruition some would see that the light never dies. It was in the long dark shadows of Anor Londo's once grand halls that the last of Gwyneveres followers, still disillusioned by their ladies true nature gathered.
In the eye's of her most devout of followers the creeping darkness was the fault of the Chosen Undead who killed their leaders and brought ruin to the land, yet even though the First Flame was extinguished there were still embers remaining...
It was the embers in the sky that gave way to the fanaticism of Gwyneveres devout, their mission became clear motivated by a desire to punish those deemed heretics and sympathizers of the Chosen Undead. And so the Cult of the Last Ember was formed, armed with their blind faith to make the surrounding lands pay penance for allowing the actions of the Chosen Undead come to fruition.
The bright and glorious city of Anor Londo once a shining beacon of hope now is but a dark reflection of it's former glory where those branded as heretics by the Cult are banished. Anor Londo is now a prison of the damned, where horrors lurk in the long shadows waiting to drag the unwary to their demise. Yet hope as faint as it is fleeting still guides some while others are driven mad with grief or despair.
The bright and glorious city of Anor Londo once a shining beacon of hope now is but a dark reflection of it's former glory where those branded as heretics by the Cult are banished. Anor Londo is now a prison of the damned, where horrors lurk in the long shadows waiting to drag the unwary to their demise. Yet hope as faint as it is fleeting still guides some while others are driven mad with grief or despair.
