I awoke in the midst of ashes. No pain, no suffering – only coldness, which enveloped me as if the world had forgotten to punish me. But I knew that it would come. For that is the fate of the damned. The Cemetery of Ash – a place for those who, like me, are lost in the darkness. Lost? No, I never lost my way. I walk it with relish.
My whip in hand, the branding iron at my side – my tools for creating order. But who guards the guard? No one. And that’s a good thing. The fire shrine – a homage to the fire that illuminates the weak and scorches the strong. There, a poor fool awaited me, a beggar with a katana. He believed he could stop me, me, Farah, the Guardian of the Chains. His eyes burned with madness, but what he didn’t know was that madness alone is not enough. With each lash of my whip, his laughter grew quieter, his resistance crumbled under the heat of my branding iron. One last cough, and he was nothing more than a lump of flesh in my memories.
I felt the heat of the fire gathering in my bones. It was time to move on. The High Wall of Lothric – a cold, dead place, perfect for someone like me. On top of the walls lay a dragon, a miserable remnant from ancient times. He had nothing to do with me, so I left him alone. Dragons are proud and kill out of vanity. I kill for pleasure.
I wandered the walls, exploring every alcove and cranny, until I finally came across Vordt of the Boreal Valley. A wild beast clothed in armour. He snarled and snorted, but there was still something human behind his beast. That made it all the sweeter when I cut him down, as the metal of his armour gave way under the violence of my whip. The shock in his eyes – he hadn’t expected a guard to execute him.
With Vordt’s blood on my boots, I descended further. Deep in the bowels of the castle, I found a lady of the castle. She spoke of honour and duty, but her lies clung to her like the stench of death. I laughed when she tried to beg for my mercy. Mercy? I know no mercy. I whipped her withered flesh from her bones and took what she still had to offer. And with her, the last spark of honour in this rotten fortress died.
Now I moved on. The undead settlement awaited me – a place where the corpses still dream. I no longer dream. I manage. And what I manage is fear.
The whole dark adventure of Farah: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQRPy70pDgKUglWnmbEvEa7c-qy5S0je_
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