ObsidianGladiator

    Shards of glass litter the floor, like a reflective battleground. The invaders wield lightning in their hands with gleaming arc batons. It doesn’t matter that I have a three-foot high counter in between them and me; my legs still shudder with the devil’s chilling whisper. My wrinkled lips attempt at making a witty remark before they do me in. “Just won’t leave me be, will you?”     Their leader shifts his nostrils toward me and flares them out. “This heresy of yours won’t stand, Cooke. You know the Zefian Way.” His snow-white robes sway in the storm of the A/C unit beside him. His goons, fo

 I languish in my tight golden armor, trying in vain to regain some of my vigor for my next venture in this accursed land. I take a look around, attempting to empty my mind and relax. The ruins of Firelink Shrine, unlike any of the other decrepit structures in Lordran, actually project an aura of safety. And this aura, cloaking me in perpetual ease of mind, radiates from the woman not ten paces from me. Her face is wrapped in shadow, but I know that her attention is focused elsewhere. I know that she has blonde hair, and that she’s not much of a talker. Disgusting clerics, turning an innocent girl into a freak. The all-too-familiar cru

Garuda vs. Tyr Snow blanketed Tyr’s shoulders as he trudged across the mighty mountains of the Eastern lands. The wind rushed through his ears, making it nearly impossible to perceive anything. His eyes stung from where snowflakes had struck. Tyr had attempted to command the skies to settle, but the unforgiving, harsh gales remained deafeningly silent. He was glad he was covered in so many furs, gifts from his most famous hunts. These unfamiliar winds chilled him to the bone. Tyr had no idea why his current quarry traveled so far from the homeland, but he was certain of one thing: that when he tracked down the great beast, he would gi