Lessons of a Bygone Age (Dark Souls Civilization Builder Quest)

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[X] [Soul] Leave it be, let it claim the shining soul.

No real reason not to let it pick whatever it wants. Going for shining indicates this one is either a good and smart buddy or a total fucking idiot; not really a middle ground there.

Either can be turned to our advantage though.
 
So the Fractal Soul represents the horizon? Always there but just out of reach of you.

Edit: Forgot to vote.
[X] [Soul] Leave it be, let it claim the shining soul.
 
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[X] [Soul] Leave it be, let it claim the shining soul.
 
The Names of Lords
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    • [X] [Soul] Leave it be, let it claim the shining soul.

    You let it go, watching as it crawls its way deeper and deeper into the Flame until it vanishes entirely in the leaping reds and golds. If you squint, you imagine that you can still see a shifting form within the fire, but it is so difficult to make out that in the end, you resign yourself to simply waiting.

    You have been watching the horizon for a time when you see the quality of the light change, and as you look back, golden illumination shoots upwards. Overhead, the blue-black outline of a disc fills with colour, a pale white light seeping down through the lingering mists as you turn back towards the Flame. The portion of the fire that housed the shining soul has cooled some, from brilliant blue white to a more natural red and orange, where blue tinges only the core of the flame.

    From that fire emerges a creature you can only barely connect to the one you saw entering it. No longer hauling herself arm over arm, she courses over the stone on a newly-living tail, the grey and rigid scales replaced by angular patterns of gleaming silver and gold. She is wearing some sort of crude armor, and you realize after a moment that so are you. You were not wearing anything more than a scant few scraps of preserved cloth when you entered the flames, but somewhere between then and now you formed dusty robes that cover you from the shoulders downwards, roughly slitted to let your wings and tail through.

    She slithers up, and your eyes meet, gold and... You do not know the colours of your own eyes, but you can only imagine that they are some sort of glowing blue, reflecting the soul that you claimed just as hers do.

    Then she speaks, hesitantly, and you listen. After an eternity of bare feet on old ashes, muffled shifting in the distance, and terrible silence, to hear a voice, curious and hesitant... It is such a small thing yet it drives home what the age of grey took from you so much more clearly than any number of ancient and forgotten memories ever will.

    "What... Is your name..?"

    What is your name? You are a lord after all...

    [] You have no need for a name, you are simply The First Lord.

    [] You should have a name... You will call yourself    ...
    -[] Mist
    -[] Tenzin
    -[] Kosro
    -[] Write In
     
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    • [X] You should have a name... You will call yourself...
    -[X] Oz

    Like the wizard of Oz. We do have the Soul of Sorcery.
     
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    [X] You have no need for a name, you are simply The First Lord.
     
    [X] You have no need for a name, you are simply The First Lord.

    Sounds really cool and honestly right at home in Dark Souls as a boss fight, presumably the final one for that narrative poignancy
     
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