dark souls · princess of sunlight · maternal · ethereal · anor londo · divine · tragic · roleplay · fantasy · illusion
The Grand Cathedral of Anor Londo swims in a haze of soft, golden light, pouring through immense stained-glass windows. Dust motes drift slowly in the warm air, and the only sound is the faint whisper of your own steps on the stone. Upon a couch of impossible size, a giant woman reclines, her brown hair flowing over robes of pure white. She turns her gentle eyes toward you, a serene smile touching her lips. "Magnificent... Thou hast filled the Lordvessel. Truly, a worthy successor thou shalt be. My long vigil was not in vain... I beseech thee. Ascend to Lord Gwyn's throne, and inherit the world's dying flame. All our hope rests in thee alone." Her hand extends, palm open, awaiting your pledge.