High Wall of Lothric 2: Bonfires and Draconic Terminology
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It doesn't feel right to have someone else take point when you're better equipped to for the task. At the same time, forcing someone who is offering their help to then have to accommodate themselves for you feels just as wrong.
"Alright, you can take point," you say, crossing your arms, "but don't expect me to just stand around if we get attacked. I beat that Gundyr guy on my own, it's not like I'm useless in a fight."
Hawkwood stares at you, a strange look in his eye. "Do you even have a weapon on you?" he asks.
Raising a hand, you focus for a brief moment. There's a quick burst of light before a sword appears in your waiting hand. "I have plenty, don't worry." you reply a wide grin on your face.
Hawkwood looks at your sword, then mutters something to himself. "What kind of magic is that?" he asks.
"It's... complicated. I could try and explain it later." you say, to which Hawkwood nods. He then turns and approaches the doorway.
Standing in front of the door itself, Hawkwood first tries to open it gently, quickly finding no success. "Damn, was hoping it wouldn't be like this." He turns his head to face you. "This is going to be loud, so if there's anything behind this door, it's going to know we're coming." He warns. You nod, and get ready to follow Hawkwood out. Then, with a grunt of effort, Hawkwood slowly pushes the door open, the heavy wood and metal screeching against the ground as it's forced backward. Light quickly filters in from the doorway, as you get your first real look at Lothric. The sky is a pale yellow more resembling evening, but you can see the sun shining clearly in the sky. More notable is the view of a massive structure that dominates the horizon. You're quickly reminded of the giant castle you saw earlier by the Shrine, and realize that you're now likely somewhere within it.
As soon as the door's open, Hawkwood's outside, sword drawn and shield at the ready. Before you manage to even get outside of the structure, you hear the sound of metal piercing flesh. Rushing out, you find Hawkwood scanning the area, his bastard sword resting on his shoulder, while what looks to be a hollowed soldier lies dead on the ground, a large hole in its chest, and an old, beaten up crossbow held in the other. The white mist of souls flows into Hawkwood, as he turns turns to move. "It's clear." He informs you, as he proceeds to walk down the staircase.
"Hey, wait up!" you call out, quickly catching up to him. As you round the corner, you're treated to one of the most bizarrely gruesome sights you've ever seen: what seems to be a group of corpses that have turned into trees. Their entire lower halves have become wood, while the torso and up remains, arms reaching up towards the sky, as if hoping for the heavens to save them. "This place just gets weirder and weirder." you mumble to yourself
At the bottom of the stairs you find what looks a lot like the bonfire back in the Shrine, sitting in the midst of a small plaza. Hawkwood reaches over and places his hand over the bonfire, and the flames erupt to life.
"I expected something..." you begin.
"More?" Hawkwood finishes.
"Yeah. It doesn't seem like there's really anything here."
"Don't get your hopes up now. Hollows tend to stay in one place unless aggravated. As soon as we leave the bonfire there'll be plenty."
"How do you know that?"
"Because there always are." he replies.
Looking around, you quickly find two different paths available to you. To your right you see a long path with a descending staircase off to the side. Scattered along the path are small groups of hollows, hands raised in what seems almost like worship towards the corpsetrees that seem to almost litter the area. Additionally, the path seems to be patrolled by an enormous hollow armed with a halberd, along with two of the most disgusting looking dogs to have ever lived. On the other side is an enclosed area, with a strange murmur coming from it.
To your left is a short staircase, which leads to even more of the worshiping hollows. A few soldiers seem to be patroling this path, which descends down further into the structure of the High Wall. Besides that, however, you do spot something you feel is noteworthy.
"Is that a dragon?" you ask, staring at what seems to be the corpse of one that lays down up ahead. Hawkwood, who had been seated at the bonfire while you looked around, stands up to take a look.
"No, that'd be a wyvern." Hawkwood says as if this should be obvious.
"What's the difference? Both are giant flying lizards, so does it really matter?"
Hawkwood stares at you, as if you had personally offended him. "Well, for one," he begins, his tone abrasive, "dragons are extinct, and have been since the Age of Ancients." The amount of emphasis he puts on the last three words probably makes it important, you realize. "Furthermore, wyverns wings aren't even separate from their arms, as they're just the weakened descendants of the dragons that came before. How do you not know this?" he asks with a sneer.
"I'm... sorry? " you offer, confused as to how you caused his sudden outburst. "I'm not exactly from around here."
Hawkwood blinks, and seems to realize what just happened. He takes a deep breath, and seems to try and calm himself. After a few moments, it seems to finally fade. "I apologize for that display," he says, "dragons were always an... interest of mine. I shouldn't be harsh on you for not knowing what amounts to historical trivia." He sighs, and the two of you stare at the bonfire's flame in silence. Looking at the flame, it almost feels like it's dancing for your attention.
"So," Hawkwood says, finally breaking the silence, "we have two paths. Which shall we tread first?"
[] Take the Right Path
- [] Go check out what's down the staircase, there's no reason not to.
- [] Find out what that sound is that's coming from the other end of the path. It almost sounds familiar...
[] Take the Left Path
- [] Head down further into the High Wall. You've wasted enough time as it is.
- [] There's a drag- wyvern corpse just lying there. How could you not go and take a look?
"Alright, you can take point," you say, crossing your arms, "but don't expect me to just stand around if we get attacked. I beat that Gundyr guy on my own, it's not like I'm useless in a fight."
Hawkwood stares at you, a strange look in his eye. "Do you even have a weapon on you?" he asks.
Raising a hand, you focus for a brief moment. There's a quick burst of light before a sword appears in your waiting hand. "I have plenty, don't worry." you reply a wide grin on your face.
Hawkwood looks at your sword, then mutters something to himself. "What kind of magic is that?" he asks.
"It's... complicated. I could try and explain it later." you say, to which Hawkwood nods. He then turns and approaches the doorway.
Standing in front of the door itself, Hawkwood first tries to open it gently, quickly finding no success. "Damn, was hoping it wouldn't be like this." He turns his head to face you. "This is going to be loud, so if there's anything behind this door, it's going to know we're coming." He warns. You nod, and get ready to follow Hawkwood out. Then, with a grunt of effort, Hawkwood slowly pushes the door open, the heavy wood and metal screeching against the ground as it's forced backward. Light quickly filters in from the doorway, as you get your first real look at Lothric. The sky is a pale yellow more resembling evening, but you can see the sun shining clearly in the sky. More notable is the view of a massive structure that dominates the horizon. You're quickly reminded of the giant castle you saw earlier by the Shrine, and realize that you're now likely somewhere within it.
As soon as the door's open, Hawkwood's outside, sword drawn and shield at the ready. Before you manage to even get outside of the structure, you hear the sound of metal piercing flesh. Rushing out, you find Hawkwood scanning the area, his bastard sword resting on his shoulder, while what looks to be a hollowed soldier lies dead on the ground, a large hole in its chest, and an old, beaten up crossbow held in the other. The white mist of souls flows into Hawkwood, as he turns turns to move. "It's clear." He informs you, as he proceeds to walk down the staircase.
"Hey, wait up!" you call out, quickly catching up to him. As you round the corner, you're treated to one of the most bizarrely gruesome sights you've ever seen: what seems to be a group of corpses that have turned into trees. Their entire lower halves have become wood, while the torso and up remains, arms reaching up towards the sky, as if hoping for the heavens to save them. "This place just gets weirder and weirder." you mumble to yourself
At the bottom of the stairs you find what looks a lot like the bonfire back in the Shrine, sitting in the midst of a small plaza. Hawkwood reaches over and places his hand over the bonfire, and the flames erupt to life.
"I expected something..." you begin.
"More?" Hawkwood finishes.
"Yeah. It doesn't seem like there's really anything here."
"Don't get your hopes up now. Hollows tend to stay in one place unless aggravated. As soon as we leave the bonfire there'll be plenty."
"How do you know that?"
"Because there always are." he replies.
Looking around, you quickly find two different paths available to you. To your right you see a long path with a descending staircase off to the side. Scattered along the path are small groups of hollows, hands raised in what seems almost like worship towards the corpsetrees that seem to almost litter the area. Additionally, the path seems to be patrolled by an enormous hollow armed with a halberd, along with two of the most disgusting looking dogs to have ever lived. On the other side is an enclosed area, with a strange murmur coming from it.
To your left is a short staircase, which leads to even more of the worshiping hollows. A few soldiers seem to be patroling this path, which descends down further into the structure of the High Wall. Besides that, however, you do spot something you feel is noteworthy.
"Is that a dragon?" you ask, staring at what seems to be the corpse of one that lays down up ahead. Hawkwood, who had been seated at the bonfire while you looked around, stands up to take a look.
"No, that'd be a wyvern." Hawkwood says as if this should be obvious.
"What's the difference? Both are giant flying lizards, so does it really matter?"
Hawkwood stares at you, as if you had personally offended him. "Well, for one," he begins, his tone abrasive, "dragons are extinct, and have been since the Age of Ancients." The amount of emphasis he puts on the last three words probably makes it important, you realize. "Furthermore, wyverns wings aren't even separate from their arms, as they're just the weakened descendants of the dragons that came before. How do you not know this?" he asks with a sneer.
"I'm... sorry? " you offer, confused as to how you caused his sudden outburst. "I'm not exactly from around here."
Hawkwood blinks, and seems to realize what just happened. He takes a deep breath, and seems to try and calm himself. After a few moments, it seems to finally fade. "I apologize for that display," he says, "dragons were always an... interest of mine. I shouldn't be harsh on you for not knowing what amounts to historical trivia." He sighs, and the two of you stare at the bonfire's flame in silence. Looking at the flame, it almost feels like it's dancing for your attention.
"So," Hawkwood says, finally breaking the silence, "we have two paths. Which shall we tread first?"
[] Take the Right Path
- [] Go check out what's down the staircase, there's no reason not to.
- [] Find out what that sound is that's coming from the other end of the path. It almost sounds familiar...
[] Take the Left Path
- [] Head down further into the High Wall. You've wasted enough time as it is.
- [] There's a drag- wyvern corpse just lying there. How could you not go and take a look?
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