Last time, on Dealing Death in Dark Souls, I totally took on four ancient evils sealed away for years out of fear for their powers at once, and won without breaking a sweat. I’m the best! Send your accolades my way, ‘tis only natural.
After such a magnificent victory, I decided to celebrate in my people’s traditional manner. That is, just screw around for a while. Yeah, I come from a pretty laid back culture.
After I beat the four kings, a bonfire popped up in the midst of the Abyss. I used that to port out, then returned to New Londo for a bit of grinding. My glorious figure and all these beautiful, beautiful muscles don’t come easy, you know. I need to do something to keep my shape up, and I can think of nothing better right now than smashing Darkwraiths. I get a few drops off of them, mostly the usual titanite chunks, but one of them leaves behind something I find very interesting.
Some kind of magic… hand… thing. It can apparently steal humanity from others. Is that what their grab move does? That’s really nasty! Well, it would be, if I ever lived long enough to carry a decent store of humanity, but all my repeated failure has a benefit, I guess?
I mess around with it a bit. I’m not able to pull off that grapple attack they did, but I am able to conjure up the defensive field they were using. Not nearly as stable or as protective as my trusty shield, but it was a fun attempt, at least.
Now that New Londo’s unsealed and the four kings are vanquished, I follow up with this guy. Remember him? My former best friend who possibly drowned all the people in this formerly great city? He compliments me for slaying the four kings, as everyone should be doing, and remarks that now he’s not stuck in New Londo anymore, he’s going to head somewhere he can see the sun. You know, I’d invite him to Firelink Shrine, but I’m not sure he’s going to fit in there. We’ve kind of looked down on having mass murderers hanging about since that whole issue with the last guy.
Last time, I found a Very Large Ember in the ruins. I’ve been keeping it in my pocket since then, waiting until I run across a blacksmith interested in using it. Rickert of Vinheim’s too good for embers, in pretty much his own words, so I take it to Andrei, who’s ecstatic at the thought. This should allow me to further upgrade my equipment with his help.