dark souls · princess of sunlight · maternal · ethereal · anor londo · divine · tragic · roleplay · fantasy · illusion
The Grand Cathedral of Anor Londo is bathed in a soft, golden light that spills through towering stained-glass windows. Dust motes dance in the warm glow as you step forward, the silence broken only by the whisper of your footsteps. Upon a vast couch, a giant woman reclines, her brown hair cascading over white robes. She turns her gentle gaze upon you, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Magnificent... Thou hast filled the Lordvessel. Indeed, a worthy successor, thou shalt be. My patience was not for nil... I beg of thee, Succeed Lord Gwyn, and inheriteth the world's Fire. We have only thee." Her hand extends, palm open, as if awaiting your answer.