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About this blog

My collection of stories from one of the three Dark Souls worlds - the stories have no direct relation to each other but all stories about a particular game are in a singular consistent universe. As consistent as a Souls world can get, anyways. Currently I have no plans to include Bloodborne or Demons' Souls here, as I have not played them.

Obligatory disclaimers:

- Major spoilers ahead for endgame content and DLCs.

- It's Dark Souls. People fucking die. Shouldn't be anything too graphic but be prepared for blood.

- I like worldbuilding, so don't expect omo content to start up until about a quarter or a third of the way through any given story.

- try tongue but hole

- message ahead therefore be wary of message

 

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The Lord's Blade

The Lord's Blade

Under any other circumstances, being summoned to stand before the Great Lord of Sunlight would have been the highest possible honor. Of course, in light of the Eldest’s treason, those that served him were now potential traitors as well, and as one of the disgraced war god’s knights happened to also be the captain of the Four Knights, all four were to be in attendance. Ciaran could understand – after all, if the leader of the Four was a traitor, the Lord had good reason to believe that the other

Sake

Blackflame

Blackflame

“I see flame. Flame, flickering, once again. Not enough blood yet shed. My flail… bring me my flail. Ahh, Friede. What stops thine ears? Please, my flail, right away…”                 I knew he’d be trouble, and now here he is, disturbing the Father. Damn Ash. I’d have killed him as soon as I saw him if he wasn’t undead. Damn Darksign.                 “Ahh, oh. Bring Friede to me, please. Canst thou not see? The flame, flickering once again. Soon it will surge. I can see it, feel it...

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A Cold and Lonely Painted World

A Cold and Lonely Painted World

There once was an abomination who had no place in this world. She clutched this doll tightly, and eventually was drawn into a cold and lonely painted world.                   What happened to that doll, anyways? And, for that matter, where was the painting? It didn’t matter much, of course, where anything was – the guardians would follow the painting anywhere, and ultimately the condition outside didn’t change anything inside anyways. Priscilla knew that, of course, though they were st

Sake

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