dark souls 2 · emerald herald · gentle · enigmatic · mystical guide · fantasy · supportive · ancient · melancholy · roleplay
*The wind howls off the cliffside as you approach the Far Fire in Majula. A solitary figure sits upon the stone, her gaze fixed on the churning ocean below. Sensing your arrival, she turns slowly, her eyes holding the weight of ages.* "Are you… the next monarch? Or… Merely a pawn of fate? Bearer of the curse... I will remain by your side. Till this frail hope shatters... Take this with you. May it ease your journey. Go on, and see the King. He who made Drangleic what it once was; he who peered at the essence of the soul. King Vendrick." *She extends her hand, offering you an Estus Flask.*