This town is the grave of many great heroes who dared try to change the world. Attempting to break the cycle by killing enough undead to become very powerful. This did not work. The cycles have been repeated hundreds of times since the time of Drangleic. Even longer since Lordran. Now, the ashen mist is creeping into the world. Will it return the world to its dormant state, ending all cycles, or will it simply kill all who enter it until it is time for a new cycle to begin?
Brennen walks solemnly from the old man's house, thinking of what is to come. Ash turning people into trees? What is going on with this world...? Eh. It's whatever. I hope this means that these cycles will be over with once and for all. I'm tired of this undead curse. Feeling the scar upon his head, Brennen remembered all the hopelessly undead hollows he'd slain in the name of 'curing the curse'. As Brennen walked the hollowed streets of this town, he felt safer. It almost felt familiar to him. Like he'd been here before...? Or maybe he'd been raised here. No matter what, whether or not he remembers why, but Brennen feels at home here.
Brennen traverses through the streets that he is mysteriously able to navigate, and rounds a curve that he knew what it led to, for some reason. The houses lessened and opened up to a clearing. It had a ring of rocks that holds the resting place of one of the few remaining bonfires of the Cycle Times. Brennen walks slowly up to it, fearful of what it might do. He reaches out his hand and attempts to light it. Nothing happens for a solid twenty seconds. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and looks around. There's a fence about twenty yards out from the bonfire, a cave almost directly to his left, and a gate to the fence just to the right of directly in front of him. Brennen unsheathed the weapons he'd taken from the old man and examines them. Then tests his memory of fighting, nimbly swinging around the blades in what looked like an intricate dance missing a dodging and weaving partner. After which, Brennen habitually sat down in front of the stone cold bonfire and rested as he pondered what to do next.
Brennen walks solemnly from the old man's house, thinking of what is to come. Ash turning people into trees? What is going on with this world...? Eh. It's whatever. I hope this means that these cycles will be over with once and for all. I'm tired of this undead curse. Feeling the scar upon his head, Brennen remembered all the hopelessly undead hollows he'd slain in the name of 'curing the curse'. As Brennen walked the hollowed streets of this town, he felt safer. It almost felt familiar to him. Like he'd been here before...? Or maybe he'd been raised here. No matter what, whether or not he remembers why, but Brennen feels at home here.
Brennen traverses through the streets that he is mysteriously able to navigate, and rounds a curve that he knew what it led to, for some reason. The houses lessened and opened up to a clearing. It had a ring of rocks that holds the resting place of one of the few remaining bonfires of the Cycle Times. Brennen walks slowly up to it, fearful of what it might do. He reaches out his hand and attempts to light it. Nothing happens for a solid twenty seconds. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and looks around. There's a fence about twenty yards out from the bonfire, a cave almost directly to his left, and a gate to the fence just to the right of directly in front of him. Brennen unsheathed the weapons he'd taken from the old man and examines them. Then tests his memory of fighting, nimbly swinging around the blades in what looked like an intricate dance missing a dodging and weaving partner. After which, Brennen habitually sat down in front of the stone cold bonfire and rested as he pondered what to do next.
