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- Ahh, you ignorant slaves. Finally taken notice, have you?
- Of the power of my beloved Ocelotte, child of dragons.
- Well, I will not give him up.
- For he is all that I have.
- Oh, dear brother...
- I'm on my way...
- My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince.
- Rise, if you would.
- ...For that is our curse.
- Oh dear, another dogged contender.
- Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders.
- Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none.
- The fire-linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing.
- Ill-starred are they who take the throne. I shall not stand among them.
- You've done quite enough, now have your rest.
- The royal sword of Lothric shall grant you peace.
- Shame on you, you greedy guts.
- Shame on you, you insatiable wench.
- Shame on you, you rotten cleric.
- Shame on you, you rotten nun.
- Thought you could outwit an onion?
- Well, say hello to the nice giant! He adores visitors.
- Ahh, Unkindled One.
- The fire fades, and awaits its one last Lord.
- Prince Lothric is in your hands...
- Please, save his soul.
- Yhorm, old friend.
- I, Siegward of the Knights of Catarina, have come to uphold my promise!
- Let the sun shine upon this Lord of Cinder.
- Noble Lords of Cinder.
- The fire fades...
- ...and the lords go without thrones.
- Surrender your fires...
- ...to the true heir.
- Let him grant death...
- Let her grant death...
- To the old gods of Lordran, deliverers of the First Flame.
- Ahh, our gracious Lord...
- Make Londor whole...
- The First Flame quickly fades.
- Darkness will shortly settle.
- But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness.
- Like embers, linked by lords past.
- Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Ashen one, was it all a lie?
- But why, ashen one...
- Great lord of dark...
- Yes, indeed.
- It is called Lothric,
- where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge.
- In venturing north,
- the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words.
- "The fire fades,
- When the link of fire is threatened, the bell tolls,
- unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves.
- Aldrich, Saint of the Deep.
- Farron's Undead Legion, the Abyss Watchers.
- And the reclusive lord of the Profaned Capital,
- Yhorm the Giant.
- Only, in truth...
- The Lords will abandon their thrones,
- and the Unkindled will rise.
- Nameless, accursed Undead, unfit even to be cinder.
- And so it is.
- That ash seeketh embers.
- Welcome to the bonfire, Unkindled One.
- I am a Fire Keeper.
- I tend to the flame, and tend to thee.
- The Lords have left their thrones, and must be deliver'd to them.
- To this end, I am at thy side.
- Welcome home, ashen one.
- Speak thine heart's desire.
- Very well.
- Then touch the darkness within me.
- Take nourishment from these sovereignless souls.
- Let these souls, withdrawn from their vessels,
- manifestations of disparity, elucidated by fire...
- ...burrow deep within me,
- retreating to a darkness beyond the reach of flame.
- Let them assume a new master, inhabiting ash,
- casting themselves upon new forms.
- An Unkindled slayer of lords; a Lord himself Unkindled.
- An Unkindled slayer of lords; a Lord herself Unkindled.
- Farewell, ashen one.
- May the flames guide thee.
- Farewell, ashen one.
- Mayst thou thy peace discov'r.
- Ashen one, to be unkindled is to be a vessel for souls.
- Sovereignless souls will become thy strength.
- I will show thee how.
- Ashen one, bring me souls, plucked from their vessels...
- Ashen one, may I pose thee a question?
- Has the little Lord Ludleth spoken to thee of any...curious matters?
- I sense that he possesseth some knowledge...
- Of a thing once most precious, or most terrible, now lost to the Fire Keepers.
- Pray tell, is it a matter of which I should be apprised?
- Ashen one, my thanks for the eyes thou'st given.
- But Fire Keepers are not meant to have eyes. It is forbidden.
- These will reveal, through a sliver of light, frightful images of betrayal.
- A world without fire.
- Ashen one, is this truly thy wish?
- Of course.
- I serve thee, and will do as thou bid'st.
- This will be our private affair. No one else may know of this.
- Stay thy path, find lords to link the fire, and I will blindly tend to the flame.
- Until the day of thy grand betrayal.
- Ashen one, if thine heart should bend...
- ...kill me, and strip these eyes from my person.
- I will return as the Fire Keeper I once was.
- As it always has been.
- Of course not.
- Please, kill me, and take these eyes away.
- Before I am drawn into the darkness.
- Seduced by the thin light, and the awful betrayal...
- Ashen one, kill me, and take these eyes away.
- Before I am drawn into the darkness.
- Seduced by the thin light, and the awful betrayal...
- The five lords sit their five thrones.
- All thanks to thee, most worthy of lords.
- Ashen one, with the Lords as thy witness, bend thy knee afore the bonfire's coiled sword.
- And let the Lords' embers acknowledge thee as their true heir.
- A true lord, fit to link the fire.
- Ashen one, with the Lords as thy witness, bend thy knee afore the bonfire's coiled sword.
- And let the Lords' embers acknowledge thee as their true heir.
- A true lord, fit to link the fire.
- Noble Lords of Cinder.
- The fire fades...
- ...and the lords go without thrones.
- Surrender your fires...
- ...to the true heir.
- Let him grant death...
- Let her grant death...
- To the old gods of Lordran, deliverers of the First Flame.
- Ashen one, forgive me if this soundeth strange.
- The eyes show a world without fire, a vast stretch of darkness.
- But 'tis different to what is seen when stripped of vision.
- In the far distance, I sense the presence of tiny flames.
- Like precious embers, left to us by past Lords, linkers of the fire.
- Could this be what draws me to this strangely enticing darkness?
- Ashen one, link the fire.
- For the Lords of Cinder, for the ashen prisoners,
- for all those held to preserve the fire.
- Link the First Flame.
- Ashen one, may the flames guide thee.
- Ashen one, if, when thou peerest upon the First Flame...
- ...Thou wishest yet, for a world without fire, for an end to the linking of the fire...
- Then call upon me.
- I am a Fire Keeper, and I tend to the flame, to the very end.
- Thou'st given me eyes, and such it was they shewed me.
- Mayst thou thy peace discov'r.
- The First Flame quickly fades.
- Darkness will shortly settle.
- But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness.
- Like embers, linked by lords past.
- Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Ashen one, what is wrong?
- Ashen one, was it all a lie?
- But why, ashen one...
- Great lord of dark...
- I'm truly sorry.
- But, know'st thou not? I cannot die.
- So please, ashen one, allow me to serve thee.
- The Lords have left their thrones, and must be delivered to them.
- To this end, I am ever at thy side.
- Ashen one.
- Produce the coiled sword at the bonfire.
- The mark of ash will guide thee to the land of the Lords.
- To Lothric, where the homes of the Lords converge.
- ...Ashen one, are these...
- ...are these eyes?
- How gracious of thee, ashen one.
- The very things we Fire Keepers have been missing...
- ...Ashen one, this is...
- ...much like what lies within me...
- Then let it find its own place, within my bosom.
- She will understand. We are both Fire Keepers, after all.
- Forgive me, sister.
- May the flames guide thy way.
- Oh, thou'rt unkindled, and a seeker of Lords.
- I am Ludleth of Courland.
- Look not in bewilderment as I say...I linked the fire long ago, becoming a Lord of Cinder.
- If substantiation be thy want, set thine eyes upon my charred corse.
- This sad cadav'r. No need to be coy, have a closer look.
- (laugh)
- Fret not, fret not, my feet are here firmly planted.
- For I am a Lord, and this is my throne.
- (laugh)
- Ahh, beg pardon. I must have dozed a while.
- Fret not, fret not, my feet are here firmly planted.
- For I am a Lord, and this is my throne.
- (laugh)
- Ah-hah, thou'rt returned. And a fine day it is.
- So, happened upon any twisted souls?
- Ahh, beg pardon. I must have dozed a while.
- So, happened upon any twisted souls?
- Ahh, well met. All is as planned, is it not?
- Five lords for five thrones...
- Glory be, my Lord-slaying Champion. It is all thy doing.
- The stage is set for me to play my part as Lord, too.
- Go. Speak with the Fire Keeper.
- She awaiteth thee.
- ...She hath waited a long time indeed...
- (laugh)
- Now, now, do not be away overlong.
- (laugh)
- Knowest thou of our purpose?
- Five thrones will take five Lords, as kindling for the linking of the fire.
- The fast-fading flame must be linked, to preserve this world.
- A re-enactment of the first linking of the fire.
- So it is I became a Lord of Cinder.
- I may be but small, but I will die a colossus.
- (laugh)
- Listen, this might pique thine interest.
- Before I was a Lord of Cinder, I was a student of transposition.
- The process of extracting, and coalescing, the essence of a soul.
- A forbidden art, that once left a foul stain upon Courland's honour.
- Tis an art that grants powers once thought unattainable.
- Most transposing kilns were lost with Courland, but this place is a crossing for all manner of cursed objects.
- If thou happen'st 'pon a transposing kiln, bring it to me, quick.
- (laugh)
- Ahh, most illustrious Lordseeker. Or should I say, Lord-slayer?
- Fine kindling for the thrones, is it not, each soul truly worthy of Lordship.
- And all slain by thy hand. To bind them to their thrones, even in death.
- Oh, I have no qualms. For as we are to our thrones, thou art to thy duty.
- In fact, methinks thou'st helped these poor Lords along their rightful path.
- (laugh)
- Oh, belike it is...a transposing kiln in thy possession.
- Seen better days, but, methinks it shall suffice.
- Now, bring to me a twisted soul.
- Transposition is the art of extracting, and coalescing, the essence of a soul.
- In transposing a twisted soul, its true power transferreth to thee.
- Thy purpose is to seek Lords, and slay them. What's to fear in a little transposition, now?
- (laugh)
- See ye not? I am a Lord...
- A wee flame, belike, but I shoulder the world...
- Forgive me. Oh, please...
- I am not to blame, I'm not...
- Ahh, it singeth, to the bone, it hurts...
- Please, help me. Be done with me...
- No, gods, no, I cannot bear it...
- It burns, burns, help me...
- Lord-slayer, do not fail us now...
- Five Lords, for five thrones...
- Ahh, found her, did we?
- And the black eyes that shimmer within, I see?
- Tis as if it were but yesterday.
- We did all we could to spare her from them.
- Much has happened since.
- Mayhap I should apprise thee...
- Of what the thin light of these eyes might reveal, to the eyeless Fire Keeper.
- Scenes of betrayal, things never intended for her ken, visions of...
- ...this age's end...
- (laugh)
- Well well, what peculiar things thou keep'st on thy person...
- Those I have seen before. Black eyes, if I am not mistaken?
- Ahh, well met. Thou'rt at last returned.
- Knowest thou the name, Anri of Astora?
- The brave girl left this, as thanks.
- The brave lad left this, as thanks.
- Though gave no elucidation...
- So. Happened upon any twisted souls?
- Ahh, well met. All is as planned, is it not?
- Five lords for five thrones...
- To think others might ne'er be raised...
- And I, of the Last Lords, a rather little lord, most undeserving of the honour.
- Speak with the Fire Keeper.
- She awaiteth thee.
- ...She hath waited a long time indeed...
- Treat the Fire Keeper not with discourtesy.
- She is much like thee. Prisoners, both, kept to link the fire.
- (laugh)
- I took the mantle of Lord of Cinder of mine own volition. I speak these words with pride.
- Choose thy fate alone. Seize it with thine own hands.
- All the more, should thy fate entail such foul betrayal...
- (laugh)
- Now, heed this little warning, from this little lord.
- Seek not the girl.
- Seek not the boy.
- She knoweth her fate. What will become of her upon her duty's end.
- She would not wish thee follow her.
- (laugh)
- He knoweth his fate. What will become of him upon his duty's end.
- He would not wish thee follow him.
- The eyes shew a world destitute of fire, a barren plane of endless darkness.
- A place born of betrayal.
- So I will'd myself Lord, to link the fire, to paint a new vision.
- What is thine intent?
- (laugh)
- Ahh, thou'st two most peculiar swords discover'd.
- A curse once bound them together, such that they served as one.
- A transposing kiln should restore their rightful form.
- But before thou should'st act, think well upon the matter.
- As thou knowest, they are but newly rent apart.
- ...Oh, prithee...art thou good Yoel's master?
- I am Yuria of Londor, a close friend of his.
- Thanks to thee, Yoel's soul is redeem'd.
- Allow me to express my gratitude, in his stead.
- Another matter.
- Thou'rt a Lord, art thou not?
- Bearer of the dark sigil, and our Lord of Hollows.
- For the time thou remain'st our Lord, we of Londor shall serve thee.
- And I, of course, am also thine.
- Speak thy desire,
- honourable Lord of Hollows.
- Ahh, our Lord and rightful Liege.
- Speak freely, Thy Lordship. I am at thy beck and call.
- Away to link the fire, I presume?
- Think not on thy fears. The dark sigil will guide thee.
- Link the fire, our Lord of Hollows.
- Ahh, our Lord and Liege.
- Thine heart is fix'd upon the linking of the fire.
- But brave usurper, I prithee, wrest the flame from its mantle.
- So that we Hollows, in most honest shape of man, may have it for our own.
- Till we meet again.
- May the dark sigil guide thee.
- Be safe, our Lord and Liege.
- I prithee wrest the flame from its mantle.
- Link the fire, our Lord of Hollows.
- Honourable usurper, I prithee wrest the flame from its mantle.
- So that we Hollows, in most honest shape of man, may have it for our own.
- Good Hollow, I prithee reflect on this knowledge.
- On the nature of the Lord of Hollows.
- The Lord of Hollows shall o'erthrow the linking of the fire.
- The Age of Fire was founded by the old gods, sustained by the linking of the fire.
- But the gods are no longer, and the all-powerful fire deserveth a new heir.
- Our Lord of Hollows, perchance, who dons the true mask of mankind.
- Oh, good Hollow. I'm afraid I must say...
- Orbeck of Vinheim is a cause of much consternation.
- He proclaimeth himself Lord of Hollows.
- If left alone, he may one day imperil thy rule.
- Fall to this matter yarely, else we are unraveled.
- Decisiveness is the mark of a true monarch...
- Orbeck of Vinheim is a cause of much consternation.
- If left alone, he may one day imperil thy rule.
- Fall to this matter yarely, else we are unraveled.
- Our Lord and Liege.
- Knowest thou of a maid named Anri?
- Knowest thou of a youth named Anri?
- She is Hollow, and will join thee in wedlock.
- A fellow of mine guides her at this moment. When the time is ripe, thou mayst make thy salutations.
- A fellow of mine guides him at this moment. When the time is ripe, thou mayst make thy salutations.
- For what Lord taketh no spouse?
- He is Hollow, and will join thee in wedlock.
- Ahh, greetings, our Lord and Liege.
- Good tidings. Thy spouse is ready.
- The time is ripe to greet her.
- The girl awaits thee, in the hidden darkmoon chamber of Anor Londo.
- The boy awaits thee, in the hidden darkmoon chamber of Anor Londo.
- So thou mayst a true monarch become.
- The time is ripe to greet him.
- Ahh, I see Orbeck's claim is proven false.
- As it should be, our right and deserving Lord of Hollows.
- It is a Londor treasure, befitting of a true Lord.
- Lord of Hollows, may the dark sigil guide thy way.
- Ahh, our Lord and Liege.
- I presume thy holy vows are sworn?
- Wonderful. Now thou'rt the true and deserving Lord of Hollows.
- With a spouse, the strength to claim the fire is thine.
- Thy Lordship, I prithee wrest the fire from its mantle.
- I, Yuria, and all Londor, embrace thy impending Lordship.
- Thou'st forsworn the Lord's Mark.
- There is naught more to say.
- Farewell, our fleeting Lord.
- Where are thy wits!
- Cease this at once!
- Hmph, Yoel knows not of thy folly.
- A Hollow need not be mad.
- No one so weak shall ever rule us!
- So, these are the shackles of the gods...
- Kaathe, I have failed thee...
- Peasant, at least thy cadavder shall a little kindling make...
- Thy Lordship, what is the matter?
- Please, stop.
- Brave usurper, I beseech thee claim the fire...
- Be our Lord of Hollows...
- Our Lord and Liege.
- I prithee play the usurper.
- When the moment cometh to link the fire, wrest it from its mantle.
- The Age of Fire was founded by the old gods, sustained by the linking of the fire.
- But the gods are no more, and the all-powerful fire deserveth a new heir.
- Our Lord of Hollows, it shall be, who weareth the true face of mankind.
- Please, grant me death. Undo my shackles.
- Ohh...
- Ohh, then it's true...
- A Champion of Ash, as I live and breathe.
- To be in your presence is a great honour.
- I am Yoel of Londor, a pilgrim, as you can see, only...
- Somehow, I've failed to die as was ordained.
- Well, perhaps my calling lies elsewhere.
- Say, Champion of Ash, how does the idea of taking me into your service strike you?
- I was once a sorcerer. Surely I can be of use.
- Ohh, I am honoured, truly.
- I should be dead, yet you have granted me purpose anew.
- I, Yoel of Londor, do solemnly swear myself to you.
- Ahh, mm, yes, of course.
- An accursed pilgrim has no place in your honourable service.
- But if a lost soul should encounter a legend such as you,
- could that be anything but a movement of fate?
- I will remain in this spot.
- Praying solemnly that you might have a change of heart.
- Ahh, Champion of Ash. Have you had a change of heart?
- I beg of you, take me into your service.
- What's come over you!
- Killing Undead for sport, accursed champion?
- And a fool's sport it is...
- Oh, our Champion of Ash, welcome home.
- This pilgrim, with a debt in death, hardly deserves to behold this divine flame.
- And I never would have, had you not taken me into your service.
- I thank you dearly for this... And assure you of my leal service.
- Oh, our Champion of Ash. Welcome back.
- By all means, tell me what you desire.
- Oh, our Champion of Ash. Welcome back.
- I would do anything for my master, just say the word.
- Be safe, Champion of Ash.
- Be safe, our Lord...
- As I have said, I was once a sorcerer.
- Alas, the magic of Londor is a far cry from the wonders of Vinheim.
- But I can teach you what I know.
- Perhaps more importantly...
- I believe that I can help tease out your true strength.
- We pilgrims of Londor are keenly aware.
- That those branded by the Darksign possess something quite special...
- Then, shall we begin?
- Bearer of the Darksign, let your true strength shine...
- Ahh, you have attained ample strength.
- All will soon be clear, my good Lord...
- What do you intend?
- Champion of ash, what have you done?
- Lady Yuria...
- Ahh, I thank you kindly...
- Our kindest Lord...
- Name thyself, stranger.
- I am Yorshka. Captain of the Darkmoon Knights.
- What beckoned thee to such a place?
- Thou think'st to-
- Very well. Captain to this knightless company, I remain.
- I will grant thee purpose.
- Thou'st journeyed far; hear my voice.
- If thou shalt swear by the Covenant, to become
- A shadow of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere,
- A blade that shall hunt the foes of our Lords;
- Then I place thee under the aegis, and the power, of the Darkmoon.
- Thou'rt now a Blade of the Darkmoon.
- The only knight of our company.
- Swear this oath, and face thy solemn duty.
- If thou'st come stumbling here in error, I bid thee leave anon.
- This tower is a prison. Thy presence shall invoke the ire of the tyrant, Sulyvahn.
- Though 'twas a rare delight to converse with another. My thanks, strange visitor.
- May the Darkmoon watch over thee.
- Thou think'st to remain?
- This tower is a prison. Thy presence shall invoke the ire of the tyrant, Sulyvahn.
- I bid thee leave, anon.
- May the Darkmoon watch over thee.
- Thou art return'd?
- This tower is a prison. Thy presence shall invoke the ire of the tyrant, Sulyvahn.
- I bid thee leave, anon.
- May the Darkmoon watch over thee.
- Oh, good Blade of the Darkmoon, welcome home.
- If I can provide thee succour, only tell me how.
- Off so soon?
- May the Darkmoon watch over thee.
- Long ago, our father Gwyn, lamenting the waning of the fire, became cinder of his own will.
- Now, the fire is linked by the champions who have come in his stead.
- Such is the will of father, and the gods. And so the Darkmoon knights took arms, to watch over those who link the fire.
- But long ago, our company lost its last proper knight.
- Only its covenant was preserved, to this day, until the time of thy visit.
- Heirdom taketh many forms, indeed.
- May I pose thee a question?
- This tower, this prison, stands tall and solitary, the contraption bridging its lower reaches long unmoving.
- So...by what path didst thou here ascend?
- Art thou a creature of the air, or other winged thing?
- Oh, my! I imagined it might be so.
- Then thou'rt a dragon, or perhaps a crow?
- Well, whatever thou beest, thou'rt wondrous strange, yet strangely familiar, visitor.
- No, of course not.
- Forgive my prying. Think no more on mine asking.
- I am ashamed to say, I know very little, of anything...
- The Darkmoon Knights were once led by my elder brother, the Dark Sun Gwyndolin.
- But he was stricken by illness, and leadership of the knights fell to me.
- Then Sulyvahn wrongfully proclaimed himself Pontiff, and took me prisoner.
- Oh where could my dear brother be?
- If only he were here, I would be most pleased for ye both to meet.
- As, most assuredly, would he.
- Oh, this is...my brother's...finger.
- How it has thinned and withered...
- Oh, my thanks. I'm certain thou'st given my brother peace.
- It is not much, but take this ring.
- It is not much, but please take this.
- As my thanks, not as a captain, but as sister to the Dark Sun Gwyndolin.
- ...Thou'st granted me my brother's touch, one last time...
- Dear brother, forgive me...
- There is no one left...
- Please, stop this!
- Thou'rt no true knight!
- Dear brother, forgive me...
- I have been deceived...
- This man is a grave threat...
- This woman is a grave threat...
- My Blade of the Darkmoon, thy deeds merit great worship.
- As Captain, 'tis my duty to honour knights of great accomplishment.
- This is a wonder of the Darkmoon, inherited from my brother for this very purpose.
- Please, it is thine, and not lightly given.
- As a shade of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere,
- Persevere in thy knightly duty, hunting down the gods' would-be foes.
- My Blade of the Darkmoon, thy deeds merit great worship.
- I, Yorshka, captain of this company, hereby recognise thy service.
- Please, take this. Thou'rt most deserving of it.
- As a shade of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere,
- Persevere in thy knightly duty, hunting down the gods' would-be foes.
- ...I would speak to my brother of this, one day. Of the shining new hope that joined our dear company.
- I speak of thee, of course.
- Ahhh, another one, roused from the sleep of death?
- Well, you're not alone. We Unkindled are worthless. Can't even die right.
- Gives me conniptions.
- And they'd have us seek the Lords of Cinder, and return them to their moulding thrones.
- But we're talking true legends with the mettle to link the fire. We're not fit to lick their boots.
- Don't you think?
- What a sick joke.
- Asking us to seek the Lords of Cinder, and return them to their moulding thrones.
- We're talking true legends, those who would link the fire. We're not fit to lick their boots.
- Oooh, yet to give in, eh?
- Good. The Fire Keeper must be twitching with delight.
- But what do you really know about these Lords of Cinder, these supposed legends?
- Let's take Aldrich, for one.
- A right and proper cleric, only, he developed a habit of devouring men.
- He ate so many that he bloated like a drowned pig, then softened into sludge, so they stuck him in the Cathedral of the Deep.
- And they made him a Lord of Cinder. Not for virtue, but for might.
- Such is a lord, I suppose. But here I ask. Do we have a sodding chance?
- At the foot of Lothric Castle, an old path still runs below the tower in the Undead Settlement.
- It was used to transport sacrifices to the Cathedral of the Deep. You should see where it leads.
- ...If you've the stones for it.
- You haven't given up yet? Then you're a brasher lad than I thought.
- You haven't given up yet? Then you're a brasher lass than I thought.
- You can make better use of this.
- A medallion to gain entry to the keep of the Undead Legion of Farron, Lords of Cinder in their own right.
- I don't need it. Not now I've flown the coop.
- The Undead Legion of Farron is a caravan of Undead.
- Sworn by wolf's blood to contain the Abyss, the Legion will bury a kingdom at the first sign of exposure.
- Joyous bunch, really.
- Gaining admission to the Legion is a matter of some ceremony.
- Inside their keep, snuffing out the flames of three altars opens the door to the wolf blood.
- Inside their keep, snuffing out the flames of four altars opens the door to the wolf blood.
- Even accursed Undead want to believe they're special, it seems.
- I pity the sorry souls.
- Gaining admission to the Legion is a matter of some ceremony.
- Inside their keep, snuffing out the flames of three altars opens the door to the wolf blood.
- Inside their keep, snuffing out the flames of four altars opens the door to the wolf blood.
- Even accursed Undead want to believe they're special, it seems.
- I pity the sorry souls.
- You offed the Lords of Cinder, the Undead Legion...
- So that's how they're delivered to their thrones...
- I pity the sorry souls. Is that really lordship's last reward?
- I pity the sorry souls. Is that really lordship's last reward?
- The poor, wretched souls...
- Be they lord or legend, the curse shows no mercy.
- What a sham.
- Ah, I failed to thank you.
- For helping them find their final resting place...
- Ahh, I should've known.
- Well, I've decided to stop running from my fate.
- Loathe me all you like, I shall take what makes you dragon.
- Ahh, this is unexpected.
- Well, I've decided to stop running from my fate.
- Loathe me all you like, I shall take what makes you dragon.
- What is it, now!
- Enough, you fool!
- What in bloody hell is wrong with you!
- I'm a deserter, I know.
- But I've still plenty of fight in me...
- What a bloody joke...
- You crawled out of the ground, for gods' sake...
- We'll never amount to anything, not you, not I...
- What is it, now!
- Are you mad?
- Lost your head, have you?
- Then I suppose I'll have to step in.
- And avenge the poor lost souls...
- (Attack exertions. Several versions. He wields a large sword)
- Go on, be as bloody mad as you like.
- Trapped within your wretched curse.
- Who can deny the curse? You poor bastard.
- Who can deny the curse? You poor girl.
- You are a dragon, more dragon than I.
- A deserter could hope for no better place to die.
- Loathe me all you like, but I am the true dragon...
- Ahh, there you are.
- This shall be no petty theft.
- As the true dragon, I shall take what is rightfully mine.
- Mm, you're an Unkindled, aren't you.
- I am Sirris, of the Sunless Realms, former servant of the Divinity.
- Duties we each bear, but one's duty is a solitary affair.
- I doubt we've much to gain from fraternisation.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- I doubt we've much to gain from fraternisation.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- Hello again.
- I have since heard a great deal about you.
- For one, that you are most gentle of heart.
- I, too, am bound by duty, but can offer you my sign.
- I hear that cordial intrusion lays the path to embers.
- If I can be of help, by all means, do call upon me.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- If you should require assistance, use my sign.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- I finally found you.
- Just as I promised, grandad, remember?
- Good night, grandad...
- Oh, there you are.
- I'm afraid I've involved you in my affairs, over a little promise, at that.
- My sincerest thanks for your assistance.
- At last, my grandfather will rest in peace, and I can die.
- But there is...one last thing.
- May I take a vow? To serve you, as a knight.
- Oh, I am most grateful.
- I, Sirris, do hereby serve as your faithful knight.
- Wherever, whenever, I am needed, and even if all should turn against you...
- My loyalty shall never waver.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- If I may ever be of assistance, call upon me.
- I am your knight, forever and true.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- Yes, of course.
- I am afraid I have overstepped my bounds.
- But if you might ever reconsider, and allow me to avow myself to you...
- Do not hesitate to speak up.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- Oh, hello again. May I avow myself to you?
- As a faithful knight, yours and true.
- What are you doing?
- Cease this, at once!
- You've been clean Hollowed, have you?
- Then I will show no mercy.
- This is not my time to die.
- How could this be...
- Forgive me, grandad...
- Wretched Hollow. Your long sleep begins...
- What's come over you!
- Please, stop this!
- My vows...
- What have I done...
- Mm, I have not thanked you, for your generous rescue.
- That Dark Spirit was one of Rosaria's Fingers. Vile bastard offspring who lurk in the darkness.
- My sworn enemies.
- Fearsome invaders, to say the least.
- I would not have made it alone. You have my deepest gratitude.
- If you require help on your travels, I offer you my sign.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- Mm, I see that you are now a Finger of Rosaria.
- Your path is wholly different to mine.
- Gentle Unkindled, I bid you farewell.
- If we meet again, it will be as adversaries.
- Gentle Unkindled, I bid you farewell.
- If we meet again, it will be as adversaries.
- Yes, I see, an arrant Finger you've become.
- Very well.
- I will cut each Finger from the hand.
- (Attack voices - several versions. She wields a thrusting estoc sword)
- You poor bastard. May you rest soundly.
- Thank you for your kind assistance.
- Blessing of the moon upon your journey.
- Mm, Unkindled, are we...
- And fast on the trail of the Lords absconded?
- Then these red eyes are for you.
- Use them to pillage embers, and briefly heighten your strength, for your duty.
- What else are unkindled ashes good for?
- Pillage embers, for briefly heightened strength, for your duty.
- What else are unkindled ashes good for?
- Well, hasn't it been some time.
- I'm Leonhard, the Ringfinger.
- Remember me? I slipped you those red eyes back in Lothric.
- Remember me? I slipped you those red eyes some time ago.
- You're making quite an effort of it. So I thought you might like to know.
- If you yearn for a proper red eye orb, one that is uncracked...
- Then kill the Darkwraith, survivor of the land swallowed by darkness.
- He has been a prisoner, for many ages. In the deepest cell in all Lothric...
- He has been a prisoner, for many ages. Deep below the tower, just behind us now...
- I can see it in your eyes. If you didn't invade, didn't pillage, whatever would you do?
- If you fancy a proper red eye orb, one uncracked, untainted...
- Then kill the Darkwraith, survivor of the land swallowed by darkness.
- He has been a prisoner, for many ages. In the deepest cell in all Lothric...
- He has been a prisoner, for many ages. Deep below the tower, just behind us now...
- I can see it in your eyes. If you didn't invade, didn't pillage, whatever would you do?
- The stones on that bastard, to show his face round here...
- Though he does well to hide his claws...
- Ah-hah, you've found a proper red eye...
- Brilliant. I knew you were no ordinary man.
- Brilliant. I knew you were a dangerous woman.
- Now invade and pillage all you like.
- And if you grow weary of your duty, you, too, may become a Finger.
- Come on, give yourself to Rosaria, of the Cathedral of the Deep.
- Now invade and pillage all you like.
- And if you grow weary of your duty, you, too, may become a Finger.
- Come on, give yourself to Rosaria of the Cathedral of the Deep.
- Ahh, so you've chosen to serve Rosaria after all.
- She will be pleased with me for finding her another Finger...
- But be warned, my friend.
- Rosaria's Fingers need only fetch tongues for their mistress.
- Otherwise, we are free, unchained.
- Like Yellowfinger, you can choose to believe that all Fingers share camaraderie.
- But do not force your romance upon the rest of us.
- Rosaria's Fingers need only fetch tongues for their mistress.
- Otherwise, we are free, unchained.
- You are free to believe that all Fingers share camaraderie.
- But do not force your romance upon the rest of us.
- That bastard, who does he think he is?
- He needs to be reminded. Of the grovelling pig that he is...
- Wait! Stay out of this!
- This pig deserves his death!
- If you dare question this knight's justice, an enemy of mine you shall be!
- Drown in your trough! You filthy pig!
- Didn't I tell you?
- Rosaria's Fingers take no allegiance with one another.
- And this pig fully deserved his death.
- At least, as far as I see it.
- Isn't that enough for you?
- (laugh)
- This pig fully deserved his death.
- At least, as far as I see it.
- Isn't that enough for you?
- You rotten beasts, don't you ever forget...
- Just what it is you're ravaging...
- Well, well, never expected to see you here.
- Couldn't resist her any longer, in all her festering glory?
- Felt sorry for the poor thing, in all her festering glory?
- And now you want to ravage her soul, as well.
- I sowed the seeds. I'll prune the mess.
- I, Leonhard, swear so upon my vows to the goddess.
- Well, well, back for more, are you?
- No ordinary man, are you. I knew it all along.
- Vicious one, aren't you. I knew it all along.
- And now you want to ravage her soul, as well.
- You are no longer of use. You'll run free no more.
- I, Leonhard, swear so upon my vows to the goddess.
- No one will despoil her soul.
- Certainly no beast wrapped in human skin!
- What do you want with her soul?
- Isn't flesh enough for a sick beast!
- You are a vile, rapacious beast...
- I should have never let you near her...
- Enough with you, my friend.
- A knight of the goddess does not die.
- What's wrong with you?
- Can you even hear me? If you can, cease this at once.
- Before it's too late.
- I see, I see, as clear as day.
- You are a vile, starved beast.
- Much too dangerous for her!
- Curses, I can't...die here...
- My dear Goddess...
- You beast. You've trifled with the wrong knight.
- You are unbecoming of a Finger.
- Neither she, nor I, will have you, vile beast...
- Well, a newcomer I see.
- I am Andre. I serve at this shrine.
- As a humble smith, forging weapons.
- You're in search of the Lords of Cinder, I trust?
- A toilsome journey I'd wager. You'll require good arms.
- Let me smith y' weapons.
- I am a smith, such is my purpose.
- Ahh, well met.
- Tis good to see y' in good health.
- What needs smithing this day?
- Prithee, be careful.
- I don't want to see m' work squandered!
- Weapons and protection are sturdy enough, by and large.
- But when overused, they'll eventually break.
- When their durability is low, repair becomes a necessity.
- Use a powder, or simply rest at a bonfire.
- But should chance impel them break, bring them me.
- I'll hammer 'em back into shape.
- They take no pleasure in breaking, I assure y'.
- So, handle them with care, if y' would.
- There are two ways to smith weapons.
- Simple reinforcement is one, and infusion the other.
- Reinforcement is straight forward. It strengthens a weapon without altering its property.
- Infusion is a more advanced form of smithing that infuses an element.
- Reinforcement requires titanite, and infusion requires gems.
- Bring the stones, and I'll do the smithing.
- It's m' purpose, after all!
- In battle, y' weapons are yer only friends. Forge them well, and they won't let y' down.
- Ahh, another matter.
- Infusing weapons with gems requires a special kind of coal.
- My humble coals won't be any use infusing more unusual gems.
- I know, it's an awful shame, but it's all I have.
- Oh, please, don't give me that look.
- Believe it or not, I'm quite thin-skinned.
- Oh, my...this coal is from the Undead Legion...
- Used to forge the weapons of Farron's Abyss Watchers.
- A fine prize. I'm honoured to be endued with it.
- Now I'll be equipped to infuse special gems.
- Praise the gods, eh. Time to put this brawn to use!
- My, my... The coal of that peaceable giant.
- Seems like ages past. I imagine his passing was long ago.
- I miss the old bugger, I do.
- My thanks. I'll be sure this coal is put to good use.
- I'll be smithing weapons never afore seen by the likes of y'!
- It's but a small service, to pay my humble respects.
- Lords... Where didye hap'n upon this coal?
- This is much too dark. I see the Abyss in it...
- Yet, a smith I remain. I won't turn down a request.
- But forget not,
- Your fight is for the flame, and for y' fellow kin. Just like mine.
- A cursed fate this may be, but hope remains, does it not?
- Oh, you've returned. I was hoping to see y'.
- That crestfallen arse Hawkwood, he handed me this.
- He's changed a great deal since he left this place.
- Graven of face, he asked me to give it y'.
- Well, now that that task is concluded...
- What would y' ha' me smith today?
- Enough of that!
- Beshrew your heart...
- Overstep not yer bounds, cousin.
- I may serve, but I'm no slave.
- I have business I must attend. Be gone.
- Oh, by the by.
- If you find any Estus Shards, bring 'em 'ere.
- They can be used to reinforce either of y' Estus Flasks.
- Without those flasks, you'd want for life or focus.
- And they'll always stay with y'. Why not treat 'em well?
- Well, well... What's the Undead Legion doing with a coal such as this?
- I'd heard one of the Crystal Sages had sided with Farron's Abyss Watchers.
- I suppose it must be true.
- You should know, this coal is imbued with magic. First one I've ever seen.
- Hardly a surprise is it? I've never been one for books or wise men.
- A pleasure to make thine acquaintance, Ashen One.
- Oh thou'rt...
- Oh, no, 'tisn't anything, Ashen One.
- I am but a humble handmaid of the shrine.
- Weapons, armour, trinkets, and spells...
- I've lots of little things to ease the burden of a weary traveller.
- ...And yes, I'm Undead, too, but not so charitable as to give my goods away.
- Ashen One, fetch souls, and bring them to me.
- As is thy wont, no?
- Ahh, well met, Ashen One.
- How may I be of service?
- Ashen One, be sure to bring more souls.
- Ashen One, if my wares are not to thy satisfaction,
- bring me umbral ash.
- With ash, I'll fashion new wares.
- Is it not our sorry fate, to sup on death?
- Gracious. Passing fine ash thou'st given.
- Let this ash bestow nourishment.
- I only hope these new wares content thee...
- Gracious. Passing fine ash thou'st given.
- And awfully warm, at that.
- Almost as if it had lived, mere moments ago...
- Oh, forgive an old woman's idle prate.
- I'm sure an ashen one such as thee would never indulge such base contrivances...
- And even temptation were to prevail...
- I'd overlook a little mischief if thou would'st but thy purse-strings loosen...
- Kee hee hee...
- Ashen One, what woeful umbral ash is this.
- This barren dust, stuff of a fool, won't yield aught.
- Where did'st thou happen upon the stuff? Tell me, for the sport.
- Oh, yes, I see...
- Clinging to lofty dreams in this dying world...more's the pity.
- It must come from one most foolish indeed.
- Would'st thou not agree?
- As the Ashen One ought be...
- Little time for japery, mm...
- (laugh)
- Stop that!
- Vile brute. I'm but a poor old woman...
- A malicious sort, thou art.
- But, marvel on. Remember well, I am Undead.
- Bound forever by the shrine's curse...
- Well, little sense in timidity now.
- I'll have thee for all thou'rt worth...
- Oh, you've picked a fine time to visit.
- I've just come upon some fine new wares.
- How is it thou seem'st privy to this knowledge?
- Well, fancy that.
- A lost lamb wandereth in, with nary a peep from the bell.
- Well, thou shouldst my purpose know.
- What can this old handmaid provide thee?
- Well, thou'rt exceeding lost indeed.
- What can this old handmaid provide thee?
- Best not tarry long.
- To skirt the curse's grasp...
- ...tarry not for long.
- Tis dark for now, and not a soul stirs. But remember, fires are known to fade in quiet.
- Or perhaps thou'rt captive already.
- Like the poor girl.
- Knowest thou of that soppy gossip?
- That cordial intrusion layeth the path to embers.
- And so thou art in need of a soapstone, ashen one.
- Then thy pockets will o'erflow with souls to trade to me.
- Well, well, what warm umbral ash have we here.
- It's as if thy fate were with death entwined...
- But take no note of me, thy business is thine own.
- As by now thou surely knowest,
- there is little I love more than a gratuity of souls...
- Ahh, you're no jailer, are you?
- No, no, you're from far away. And judging by the bell...
- You must be some of that unkindled ash.
- Remarkable. If that's true, then I have a favour to ask.
- Below the High Wall is a musty little town.
- Not the home of any lord, just a very old settlement of Undead.
- An old woman, Loretta, lives there.
- Please give her this ring.
- I-I'm not asking for charity. In fa- in fact, if you do this for me...
- I'll be sure to repay you in kind.
- I-I may be a petty thief, but I've more wits than most royalty.
- What do you say, then?
- Very well. I humbly place my faith in you.
- I am Greirat of the Undead Setlement, and I promise to assist you.
- Give this ring to old Loretta at the base of the High Wall.
- ...Do your part, and I'll do mine.
- Yes, well, why should you?
- But if you change your mind, give me a shout, eh?
- I-I'm only a petty thief. I've nowhere else to go.
- Not like there's anything calling to me out there...
- Oh, what have we here? Changed your mind, perhaps?
- You deliver the ring, and I offer my co-operation.
- Hardly a shabby deal, hm?
- What in buggery!
- Damn it, you've lost it, haven't you!
- Curses, how did this...
- Forgive me, dear...
- Oh, hello, you're back.
- And in one piece. Well, now it's time I do my part.
- Whatever trinket you need, speak up.
- Just don't ask me where I got them.
- Oh, hello, you're back.
- And in one piece. Well, now it's time I do my part.
- Oh, hello, you've come at a good time.
- It took some prowling, but I've finally made a score.
- Go on, have a gander.
- Oh, then, we are both safe and sound.
- Thank the gods for that. I don't like cutting things so close.
- I might've died if it wasn't for that peculiar onion knight.
- I might've died if it wasn't for that little knight Anri.
- But in the end, it all paid off.
- Take a good look. They're sure to be of some use.
- Goodbye, and stay safe.
- Oh, this place is a bore. What good is thievery if you've nowhere to go?
- Good-bye. I will leave for some time. So long for now.
- Do stay safe, you hear? Or my efforts will have been for naught.
- Do me a favour, and don't forget our promise.
- Give the ring to old Loretta at the base of the High Wall.
- A nuisance, I know, but it'll help me tie up some loose ends.
- Ahh, there you are. I was thinking...
- You know I'm a petty thief.
- Well, perhaps I'll go on the prowl.
- Everyone's dead or hollowed away anyway, right, so...
- I might as well fetch some weapons or treasure for you.
- Well, what do you say?
- Thank you. You will not be disappointed.
- Greirat the Thief was once a well-known name.
- Until I ended up rotting in a cell...
- All right, fine and well.
- If that's your wish, I can only obey.
- But, feel free to change your mind later.
- I wouldn't want to lose my touch...
- What is it? Have you changed your mind?
- I'm ready to go thieving at a moment's notice. Just give me the word.
- Ahh, hello, fine work, I say.
- Discovering Irithyll in the Boreal Valley, all in a day's work.
- If the tales are true, it is home to old moon-worshipping nobles, and should be packed with treasure.
- What do you think? Shall I go and see what I can find?
- Mm, a fine choice!
- I am Greirat, the thief. What I bring back will be worthy of that name.
- All right, fine and well.
- If that is your wish, I can only obey.
- But, feel free to change your mind later.
- I hate to leave a city of nobles ripe for the picking...
- What is it? Changed your mind?
- I'm ready to go thieving at a moment's notice. Just give me the word.
- You know, I was thinking...
- About leaving for another round of thieving.
- There must be something of use in Lothric Castle.
- I-I'm aware of the danger. That castle is a deathtrap.
- Not a single man has returned from the castle unscathed, even back in the day.
- But I don't want sit around and die a petty rat.
- And I consider myself your friend.
- Thank you, for placing your trust in me.
- Oh, don't you worry. I know Lothric like the back of my hand.
- Right, fine. You're very thoughtful, you are.
- But, if you change your mind, do speak up.
- I meant every word of what I said.
- Changed your mind?
- I hope you do. I lived a petty rat, but would rather not die as one.
- Heavens, she was already dead...
- Thank you. I-I'm not surprised, though.
- Hmm, almost a relief, really.
- You can keep the ring.
- As, well, a little trinket of thanks, I suppose.
- What's got into you?
- Stop that, please, stop!
- How could you!
- I've gone and run my course, haven't I?
- Cold piss, what the devil is it now!
- I get caught once, and now this!
- One bloody time! Curse the gods!
- As they say,
- "The cornered rat will lick the balls of a cat."
- You're headed for the brink, aren't you?
- Well, you won't drag me down.
- En guarde, you crusty ash bastard!
- Cold piss, why did it come to this...
- And I thought we were friends...some friends...
- Well, this is unexpected. I don't often have visitors.
- What do you want?
- This is my study that you've happened upon.
- If you haven't any business, I've reading to get back to.
- How intriguing.
- Very well.
- Indeed, I am a sorcerer. With plenty to share.
- However...
- What champion demands service without recompense?
- Clearly, you are not that sort of man.
- Clearly, you are not that sort of woman.
- So, you will make me a promise.
- That in exchange for my teaching, you will bring me knowledge.
- In the form of scrolls detailing sorcery's secrets.
- Well? Can you assure me of this?
- Very well.
- You are no fool. I take it you understand the weight of a promise.
- I am Orbeck of Vinheim.
- Unkindled one, I shall teach you sorceries.
- We will learn together, it shall be like our very own school.
- I can respect an honest man.
- I can respect an honest woman.
- But I've already put in more than my fair share of gratuitous service.
- Be on your way, then.
- Though you're welcome back if you change your mind.
- Have you changed your mind?
- If I am to teach you, you are to fetch me knowledge.
- In the form of scrolls detailing the secrets of sorcery.
- Can you make this promise?
- You'd better not. Sorcery is not for everyone.
- And should never be forced.
- You have your own methods. Sorcery need not be one of them.
- Don't let it bother you.
- Be on your way, then.
- You're Unkindled. Shouldn't you get back to your duty?
- Oh, I thought you'd already given up.
- Well, nothing has changed. You're not inclined for sorcery.
- It is either a natural fit, or no fit at all.
- Be on your way, then.
- You're Unkindled. Shouldn't you get back to your duty?
- Well, well... There's something different about you, isn't there?
- Yes, I see.
- On your way, then.
- This is my study, and I've plenty of reading to do.
- Oh, enough of you, already.
- Do you have business with me?
- What's the meaning of this?
- Stop while you're still ahead.
- Is that how it is?
- Then we are through and done.
- Enjoy your long sleep!
- Gods, this business never did agree with me...
- Curses, how could this...
- I've lost...my touch...
- Oh, I've had it with you!
- Not another word will come out of your mouth!
- Perhaps this will teach you!
- That petty mischief will not go overlooked!
- That ought to keep you quiet...
- Oh, you're back, then.
- Again, I'm Orbeck of Vinheim, here to teach you sorceries.
- Let us begin with the basics. The ideal sorcerer bears the twin faces of the dragon...
- ...Oh, you could at least act as if you're paying attention!
- (laugh)
- Back again, I see.
- I suppose this means that you're after sorceries?
- Back again, I see.
- Perfect timing, too. I'm in need of a diversion.
- Oh, what is it? Forgot something?
- That would be quite like you.
- Come again.
- Promise to stay safe.
- Don't forget what you promised.
- Promise to stay safe.
- It's been nice running our own little school.
- I don't mean to seem overbearing, but have you forgotten?
- In exchange for my sorceries, you are to bring me knowledge.
- In the form of scrolls detailing the secrets of sorcery.
- I hope you're not one to break a promise.
- Have you forgotten our agreement?
- I am starved. For sorceries.
- Come now, I've been charitable long enough.
- Oh, I have something for you.
- You're a fine sorcerer now, no mistake.
- You should have something to prove it.
- Go on. If I'm giving something away, you'd better well take it.
- How do you like gimmicks, friend?
- This is a sign, a cipher employed by sorcerers who use quietude to their advantage.
- With this, you can be sure to tell friend from foe from your very first encounter.
- It's a very old practice at this point...
- ...but one that you deserve to know.
- It is folly to claim lives recklessly, friend. Do not be tempted.
- No matter the victim's stature, every killing has a consequence.
- Even as I bloodied my hands, I never realised this simple truth.
- Hmph. There I was, the very definition of a fool...
- In Vinheim, I was an assassin.
- A sorcerer only in name, a killer for hire.
- What a fool I was, thinking one day I would learn real sorceries.
- When I became Undead, I was exiled from the school.
- But here I am, now, exploring the depths of sorcery.
- All thanks to you, I might add.
- You've been very studious.
- In fact, I have nothing more to teach.
- Well, I suppose it's high time to call it quits.
- I would hate to see our agreement end sourly.
- Better left tucked away, as a nice memory.
- You are no ordinary man.
- You are no ordinary woman.
- All these sorceries, and you've mastered every one.
- If this were the Dragon School, you'd be...
- ..well, overtly despised, and banished from the place.
- (laugh)
- Well, I suppose it's time I packed my bags.
- I would hate to see our agreement end sourly.
- Better left tucked away, as a pleasant memory.
- Oh, my... This is stupendous.
- Then the Undead Legion of Farron possesses sorceries quite unknown.
- Thank you, for upholding your end of the bargain.
- I doubt I ever would have made this discovery alone.
- Now, let us unravel the thing, so you may put these new sorceries to use.
- Oh, my! You've made quite the discovery!
- This is a scroll of the prodigious Big Hat Logan.
- A masterful sorcerer, long missed in Vinheim.
- And now, we have his scroll, right here in my very hands.
- Unfathomable.
- This is a crystal sorcery, created by the pale dragon,
- thought only to exist in legend...
- I am ever grateful to you. This is truly sublime.
- I am afraid this is a debt I cannot repay, only...
- I will be sure to unravel it for you. Just a moment.
- Oh, my... This is very unusual.
- It's from Oolacile, an ancient land of golden sorceries.
- Not even the Dragon School possesses such a long-lost scroll.
- What would the xanthous scholars say, with their ridiculous headwear.
- They would simply slaver over this find.
- (laugh)
- What is this about?
- Have you lost your wits?
- Seems it's too late.
- Then, there's only one thing to do.
- With regret, I will end this here and now!
- Gods, what have I done...
- Farewell. We had a nice little school going.
- But, why...
- Is that all that I'm worth?
- So be it...
- It was nice while it lasted...
- Ah-hah, Unkindled are we?
- Welcome to my abode.
- I am Cornyx, an old pyromancer.
- A crow in his cage, as you see, now.
- But here we are, an encounter for the ages!
- I hear the Unkindled make for fine vessels.
- Care to learn some pyromancies from this old man?
- Most wise. A chance encounter should not be squandered.
- To reiterate, I am Cornyx, of the Great Swamp.
- The pleasure is mine.
- Most foolish. This old crow has a little knowledge of his own, you know.
- Bah. No sense in spelling it out.
- I will not rush you. You will return, once you are enlightened.
- We are, after all, both Undead. And both prisoners, in our own ways.
- Well, hello, That was certainly quick.
- Well, hello. You certainly took your time.
- Are you any more enlightened on this occasion?
- What are you doing?
- Cease this foolishness.
- Hah hah hah hah!
- Little bird, what's to be gained?
- Ahh, there you are, Unkindled One.
- I wish to express my gratitude.
- For trusting a lowly pyromancer, and allowing me to gaze upon this majestic flame.
- As promised, I will impart pyromancies to you.
- But first, you'll need a flame of your own.
- Careful you don't burn yourself with it.
- Ahh, there you are, Unkindled One.
- I am pleased to have a pupil as dedicated as you.
- Do not be gone for long.
- What is a teacher without a pupil?
- To learn pyromancies, you must vow to become my pupil.
- I know, I know, but such is the way of the world. Respect your elders, and so on.
- And pyromancy, of course, is no exception.
- Oh, we'll need a pyromancy tome to learn more advanced pyromancies.
- Though unorthodox, that would be the most expedient way to make progress.
- If this were the Great Swamp, and you had the luxury of time, we could have trained you the hard way.
- If you seek pyromancy tomes, take this sage advice.
- The lands of the Lords converge upon Lothric.
- The home of pyromancies drifts comparatively close, as well.
- At least, that is what pyromancers of the Great Swamp believe.
- The place is called Izalith. Oh, how I wish to behold a primal pyromancy.
- Well, these are old tales. No one knows where the truth begins, or ends.
- Ahh, you found this tome in the Catacombs...
- This spell is akin to chaos.
- It may even serve as a link to Izalith, home of pyromancies...
- Heed my words, Unkindled One.
- Fear the fire.
- The home of pyromancy, Izalith, was scorched by the very fire it created.
- Undoubtedly, it was a flame of chaos, tangled by a witch's hand.
- But who's to say that this Bonfire's flame is any different?
- Yes, here we are. It's been long indeed.
- With this, I can teach you more sophisticated pyromancies.
- Splendid. I can boast I am your tutor a little longer.
- Well, well...I've never seen anything like this.
- This inscription...this tome is from the Catacombs.
- Fascinating. On this day, the teacher learns alongside the pupil.
- Ah, what have we here! A pyromancy tome from Izalith!
- Then you've found the home of pyromancy.
- Brilliant. I will never curse being old and Undead again.
- Now, now, show it here, quickly. Let us channel them together.
- The primal pyromancies known only to old Master Salaman!
- Ahh, what have we here...
- By the gods. This inscription reads Quelana, the ancient deity, one of the witches of Izalith...
- The last of them, who wandered the lands. Then she must have returned to Izalith, after all.
- But I regret to say, I cannot accept this.
- Quelana's pyromancies are for witches, and must be learned from a mistress.
- But thank you, for allowing me to peer upon such a thing.
- If only I were a woman.
- I'm afraid I cannot accept this.
- This pyromancy tome is dark, and delves into the depths of men, where an untouchable flame resides.
- I cannot comprehend this myself, let alone teach it to you.
- It is a spell forbidden in the Great Swamp, and nearly everywhere else, too.
- Only one terribly afflicted, or burdened by deep sorrow, could begin to understand this.
- Why? What's the matter?
- Stop this, stop this at once!
- Fine, fine, I see how it is.
- When a pupil strays from the path, the master must intrude.
- Prepare yourself, hatchling.
- Behold, the pyromancy of an old crow!
- I can't complain... This old reverie...had to end...
- You've been dabbling in pyromancies, it seems?
- Well then, care to learn some pyromancies from this old man?
- Oh, the eternal folly of youth...
- Spare the rod and spoil the child...
- Oh, there you are.
- I thought you'd all but forgotten me. How sweet.
- Good to know that a skinny little heretic can still turn heads.
- Hm? Oh...you're not one of them, are you?
- Accept my apologies, for mistaking you for one of those leeches.
- So, what business have you here?
- This is a land of monstrosities. And I am no exception.
- Would I serve you?
- Then you must be involved in linking of the fire.
- Ahh, very well. I can do very little holed up here.
- I am Feria, of the Profaned Capital, and I hereby enter into your service.
- You are very frank.
- If you've no business here, take your leave at once.
- For your own sake.
- What is it? Something else?
- Ahh, don't fret over me. I'm stuck here anyway.
- Why, you're one of those leeches after all.
- How dare you feign humanity.
- Cursed leech, I await you, in the Abyss...
- Ahh, there you are.
- As I said, I am Karla. And am grateful to you.
- Now, what shall we do.
- The only thing that might interest you is my sorcery.
- Although my dark arts are a detestable sort.
- That wouldn't interest you, would it?
- You're a wicked one, aren't you?
- Very well. Humans are of the dark, and you are no different.
- Some may avert their eyes, but the truth remains the truth.
- Be careful though. Few humans are privy to this knowledge.
- Let it be a secret, between you and I...
- Most regrettable.
- I have nothing else, you see, nothing at all.
- Have you so soon forgotten? That place is home only to monstrous things, and I am no exception.
- Ahh, hello there. I'm sorry to say...
- This truly is all I have.
- Detestable sorceries that delve into the darkness of man...
- Ahh, hello again. Thank goodness.
- Yes, yes, you require my sorceries, I presume?
- Ahh, hello again. Thank goodness.
- One can become quite attached, even to a bumbling apprentice.
- Oh, I'm hardly serious.
- Do stay safe.
- Don't stir up any trouble.
- You're my apprentice, don't forget.
- There is one thing that you should know.
- There is a darkness within man, and I am afraid you will peer into it.
- Whether the fear will spark self-reflection, or a ruinous nostalgia...
- ...is up to you entirely.
- Fear not, your choice will bring you no scorn.
- Ahh, it's little wonder my kindness is lost on most...
- Oh, a pyromancy tome, have we?
- Quelana, Witch of Izalith...well, this is a fascinating pyromancy...
- Very well. If this is your wish.
- I will unravel the thing the best I can.
- Besides. It will be nice to play master for once.
- Ohh, another pyromancy tome, have we?
- Quelana, Witch of Izalith...well, this is a fascinating pyromancy...
- I may be a heretical sorcerer, but you bring me nothing but pyromancies!
- Fiendish little lad, you...
- Fiendish little lass, you...
- Oh, a pyromancy tome, have we?
- And one that resonates with the dark, yes, well suited to me...
- Very well. If this is your wish.
- I will unravel the thing the best I can.
- Besides. It will be nice to play master for once.
- Oh, another pyromancy tome, have we?
- And one that resonates with the dark, yes, well suited to me...
- I may be a heretical sorcerer, but you bring me nothing but pyromancies!
- Fiendish little lad, you...
- Fiendish little lass, you...
- Oh, is this a Divine Tome?
- What on earth are you thinking?
- I wouldn't go near a Divine Tome or any so-called miracle.
- And casters of miracles are sure to steer clear of me.
- So, please.
- Don't torture me so.
- Ahh, you, how could you...
- Ahhh....
- I know, I know. I owe my life to you.
- Fine, then. Just this once, I will tell you this tale.
- But do understand, it will be my first time.
- I'll have no sniggering, should I err.
- What's wrong?
- How could you?
- You're a fickle one...
- And vicious...
- You're here to save me...?
- But I am guilty. A wretched child of the Abyss.
- Is that something you can forgive?
- Oh, really. You are no ordinary man.
- Oh, really. You are no ordinary woman.
- Very well. Besides, I've grown tired of imprisonment.
- I am Karla, and I accept your proposal.
- Oh, are you lost on your journey?
- No matter, today's lost are conquerors tomorrow.
- It only demonstrates the makings of a champion.
- And besides, whatever your choice...
- It will not change my sense of gratitude, or how I think of you.
- Ahh, who's there?
- Is someone there, anyone?
- Ahh, please, whoever you are, touch me.
- The dark surrounds me, nibbles at my flesh.
- Little creatures, they never stop biting.
- So please, hold out your hand, and touch me...
- Ahh, yes, there you are, so close, indeed.
- Then I am not entirely alone, just yet.
- Praise the merciful gods above...
- Oh, forgive me.
- I am Irina of Carim.
- I came to this land so that I might be a Fire Keeper.
- Your touch has freed me from the darkness. You are a Champion, then?
- I am weak, and unfit to tend the flames,
- But if it would not trouble you, might I enter into your service, instead?
- Oh, thank you, sweet Champion.
- I shall take my vows.
- I, Irina of Carim, solemnly swear to serve you.
- Ahh, yes, of course, I understand.
- Even so, I thank you deeply. For your touch.
- I will never forget it, not ever.
- Oh, sweet Champion. You still wish to converse?
- Don't worry about me. I've long dealt in dark. It is my calling.
- Have mercy!
- Please, stop this!
- Ohh, great gods, forgive me...
- Oh, Champion of Ash. Welcome back.
- You truly are all the tales said you would be.
- I was not meant to be a Fire Keeper, but I am honoured to serve you beside the Bonfire.
- The gods are ever-merciful. My gratitude lies with them, and with you.
- I am yours now. Your wish is my command.
- Oh, Champion of Ash. Welcome back.
- Do you wish to hear a tale? You only have to ask.
- Have a pleasant journey, Champion of Ash.
- I pray for your safety.
- You know, in my home of Carim, I was a nun.
- I would be pleased to share the tales of miracles with you.
- Although to be honest, I only know a few.
- But if I had a divine tome, I could tell you many tales and more.
- Ahh, only I cannot see...
- Terribly sorry, but you'll have to find me a Divine Tome in braille.
- Ahh, you've brought me a braille Divine Tome.
- Now I can tell new tales of miracles.
- Tales of the greater miracles can be quite the epics...
- What fun we will have.
- Ahh, you've brought me a braille Divine Tome.
- Now I can tell you new tales of miracles.
- Tales of the old dragon hunters.
- Perhaps the kind you might enjoy...
- Oh, what's this...
- Champion of Ash, this Divine Tome is forbidden...
- These are dark tales of things that lurk deep within men... These stories would not please you...
- Of course, if you insist, I will read them for you.
- Only, ahh, ahh, they frighten me so.
- The little creatures that nibble at me in the darkness...
- Ahh, ahh, sweet Champion. Where have you been?
- Please, your touch...
- The little creatures, how they nip and bite...
- Ahh, sweet Champion. Leaving so soon?
- Please, come back in good time.
- I am frightened. Of the dark that gnaws away at me.
- Ahh, you've brought me a braille Divine Tome.
- Now I can tell you tales of miracles, forever and ever...
- Ahh, ahh, someone, please, touch me.
- The dark, surrounds me, nibbles at my flesh.
- Little creatures, they never stop biting.
- So please, hold out your hand, and touch me...
- Have mercy, please!
- Please, stop this, sweet Champion!
- What have you done, sweet Champion of Ash...
- I only wanted to...
- Thank you ever so much, sweet Champion.
- May your solemn duty conclude in triumph.
- Godspeed, Champion of Ash.
- May your solemn duty conclude in triumph.
- Ohh, is there no one near to touch me?
- Keep these things from eating away at me.
- (sobs - several versions)
- Ohh, you again, touch me, one last time.
- And kill me, as you promised you would.
- (giggle)
- (giggle - longer)
- Ohh, sweet Champion of Ash.
- Let souls be your strength...
- Ahh, thank you ever so much.
- For your touch...
- Ohh, a knight of Carim...
- ...is always true to his word...
- Hmm... Another one of those Unkindled, are you?
- All you faceless Undead, behaving as if you deserve respect.
- Hmph. No matter. Heed my words.
- If you've any sense, you'll go find a coffin to huddle up inside.
- You here, in this land of Hollows, you're like a frail maiden on the front lines.
- If like the others, you're fool enough to play the champion...
- Then go on ahead, traipse right past the abandoned church.
- You'll face death, and it won't be pretty.
- Enough death to leave you broken, time after time.
- If like the others, you're fool enough to play the champion...
- Then go on ahead, traipse right past the abandoned church.
- Hopeless, the whole lot of you. Like little moths, flittering toward a flame.
- You like poking around in cells, do you?
- How very genteel!
- Ah-hah, taken an interest in her, have you?
- Well, she's a lost cause. Couldn't even become a Fire Keeper.
- After I brought her all this way, and got her all ready.
- She's beyond repair, I tell you.
- The woman's a lost cause.
- Couldn't even become a Fire Keeper.
- She's beyond repair, I tell you.
- Hmm... Another one of those Unkindled, are you?
- All you faceless Undead, behaving as if you deserve respect.
- Now you're poking around in peoples' cells.
- How very noble!
- You've gone and rescued her, have you?
- How very quaint, pitying creatures that are beyond help.
- Very well. I'm sick of looking after her at any rate.
- I am Eygon, a knight of Carim.
- I am allied to you as long as you assure the girl's safety.
- And only for that long...
- What's the matter? My terms are very simple.
- I am allied to you for as long as you assure the girl's safety.
- And only for that long...
- Hmm... Another one of those Unkindled, are you?
- All you faceless Undead, behaving as if you deserve respect.
- Now you've gone and rescued the wench...
- How very quaint, pitying creatures that are beyond help.
- Hmph, very well. I'm sick of looking after her at any rate.
- I am Eygon, a knight of Carim.
- I am allied to you for as long as you assure the girl's safety.
- And only for that long...
- Ahh, I know you. Been some time, since we met in person.
- Ahh, I know you. Been some time.
- I just dropped in to see how she's getting on.
- Now, what are you playing at with this circus?
- This cesspool of doddering oldfolk and degenerates.
- Couldn't be better. She must fit in perfectly here.
- This place is a cesspool of doddering oldfolk and degenerates.
- Couldn't hope for better. She must fit in perfectly here.
- I made myself very clear.
- My allegiance remained only as long as you assured the girl's safety.
- This knight of Carim does not forgive betrayal.
- Even a broken woman deserves her dignity...
- What is it now!
- Curse you, damn fool!
- Lost it, have you?
- Then I'll take care of you.
- As many times as it takes!
- Stay dead this time.
- Deluded Hollow bastard...
- Remember. A knight of Carim does not forgive betrayal.
- Not ever.
- You monster. Just how many souls have you eaten?
- Oh, hello. How do you do.
- I am Anri of Astora. Unkindled, like you.
- This is Horace. A friend and travelling companion.
- Are you too in search of the Lords of Cinder?
- We are well along the road of sacrifices. Below us is the Crucifixion Woods.
- Beyond the flooded woods lies Farron Keep, home of the Undead Legion. Further yet is the Cathedral of the Deep.
- We seek the cathedral, home of the grim Aldrich.
- We may go our separate ways now, but we are both seekers of lords.
- The next time we cross paths, one may find the other in a time of need.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Oh, yes, Horace...
- He's not very talkative.
- But don't think ill of him. He's an upstanding, kind-hearted knight, a fine partner for this gruelling journey.
- Without his help, I would have cursed this onerous duty long ago.
- We are well along the road of sacrifices. Below us is the Crucifixion Woods.
- Beyond the flooded woods lies Farron Keep, home of the Undead Legion. Further yet is the Cathedral of the Deep.
- We may go our separate ways now, but we are both seekers of lords.
- The next time we cross paths, one may find the other in a time of need.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Oh, and we meet again.
- We spoke before on the road of sacrifices. Anri of Astora.
- I am well pleased to see you safe.
- We reached the Cathedral of the Deep, but Aldrich's coffin was empty.
- The man-eater must have left for his true home.
- The little doll in the empty coffin told me.
- Aldrich is said to hail from Irithyll in the Boreal Valley, an ancient fabled city...
- A pilgrim told me that the city lies beyond Farron Keep.
- And so becomes our destination...
- Aldrich's honest home is Irithyll in the Boreal Valley, an ancient fabled city...
- A pilgrim told me that the city lies beyond Farron Keep.
- And so becomes our destination...
- Oh, hello, how very fortunate.
- Have you seen my companion, Horace?
- To my shame, I was snared by a trap, and we've become separated.
- I've not been able to find him since.
- Yes, I see.
- Horace is a valiant knight. He can look after himself, no question.
- He's probably searching for me right now, with twice the resolve.
- If you happen upon him, please tell him.
- That I remain in the catacombs...
- And will lay prism stones to guide him, as always.
- Please send him my word, I beg of you.
- May the flames guide your way.
- If you happen upon Horace, please tell him.
- That I remain in the catacombs...
- And will lay prism stones to guide him, as always.
- Please send him my word, I beg of you.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Ah, hello, we meet again.
- Have you seen Horace anywhere?
- Goodness me.
- To think there'd be a lake so deep within these catacombs.
- What a relief. I knew that Horace was alive, and wouldn't stray far.
- Thank you. We are both in your debt.
- This hardly expresses my gratitude, but it'll have to do for now.
- Please, take it. And may the flames guide your way.
- I will soon head to the lake.
- Thank you. We are both in your debt.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Oh, yes, I see...
- I've searched high and low, with no luck. Perhaps he's left the catacombs.
- Oh, Horace. Where have you run off to?
- Oh, Horace. Where have you run off to?
- Have you abandoned me? No, what a horrible thought...
- Oh, I thought it might be you. Good to see you.
- I never managed to find Horace.
- But my duty must be done, even alone. As an unkindled Lordseeker.
- For the children I knew, bless their souls.
- We all have our reasons, don't we?
- Please, take this. Recompense for my foolish request.
- And also a token of protection. May the flames guide your way.
- Ahh, you are brave indeed. To face your duty alone.
- I would do well to learn from you.
- May the flames guide your way.
- What's happened to you?
- Please, stop this!
- You've gone Hollow, have you?
- Then I shall put you to rest.
- Horace! Join me!
- And may the flames watch over us!
- Oh, Horace, why...
- Don't leave me, not you...
- Not like the others...
- Oh, Horace, Horace...
- Forgive me, Horace...
- It pains me...to leave you...
- Oh, Horace, everyone, forgive me...
- I was weak on my own...
- Ahh, I thought it might be you.
- Then I'm afraid Horace...
- ...No, this only bolsters my resolve.
- Please. Lend me your strength.
- Help me vanquish Aldrich, the man-eating fiend.
- Yes...we did it...
- I owe this to you. Thank you. Truly.
- Horace, we've done it, we really have...
- Oh, hello. How do you do.
- I'm Anri of Astora. Unkindled, like you.
- This is Horace. A friend and travelling companion.
- Are you too in search of the Lords of Cinder?
- We are well along the road of sacrifices. Below us is the Crucifixion Woods.
- Beyond the flooded woods lies Farron Keep, home of the Undead Legion. Further yet is the Cathedral of the Deep.
- We seek the cathedral, home of the grim Aldrich.
- We may go our separate ways now, but we are both seekers of lords.
- The next time we cross paths, one may find the other in a time of need.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Oh, yes, Horace...
- He's not very talkative.
- But don't think ill of him. He is an upstanding, kind-hearted knight, a fine partner for this gruelling journey.
- Without his help, I would have cursed this onerous duty long ago.
- We are well along the road of sacrifices. Below us is the Crucifixion Woods.
- Beyond the flooded woods lies Farron Keep, home of the Undead Legion. Further yet is the Cathedral of the Deep.
- We may go our separate ways now, but we are both seekers of lords.
- The next time we cross paths, one may find the other in a time of need.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Oh, and we meet again.
- We spoke before on the road of sacrifices. Anri of Astora.
- I am well pleased to see you safe.
- We reached the Cathedral of the Deep, but Aldrich's coffin was empty.
- The man-eater must have left for his true home.
- The little doll in the empty coffin told me.
- Aldrich is said to hail from Irithyll in the Boreal Valley, an ancient fabled city...
- A pilgrim told me that the city lies beyond Farron Keep.
- And so becomes our destination...
- Aldrich's honest home is Irithyll in the Boreal Valley, an ancient fabled city...
- A pilgrim told me that the city lies beyond Farron Keep.
- And so becomes our destination...
- Oh, hello, how very fortunate.
- Have you seen my companion, Horace?
- To my shame, I was snared by a trap, and we've become separated.
- I've not been able to find him since.
- Yes, I see.
- Horace is a valiant knight. He can look after himself, no question.
- He's probably searching for me right now, with twice the resolve.
- If you happen upon him, please tell him.
- That I remain in the catacombs...
- And will lay prism stones to guide him, as always.
- Please send him word, I beg of you.
- May the flames guide your way.
- If you happen upon Horace, please tell him.
- That I remain in the catacombs...
- And will lay prism stones to guide him, as always.
- Please send him word, I beg of you.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Ah, hello, we meet again.
- Have you seen Horace anywhere?
- Goodness me.
- To think there'd be a lake so deep within these catacombs.
- What a relief. I knew that Horace was alive, and wouldn't stray far.
- Thank you. We are both in your debt.
- This hardly expresses my gratitude, but it'll have to do for now.
- Please, take it. And may the flames guide your way.
- I will soon head to the lake.
- Thank you. We are both in your debt.
- May the flames guide your way.
- Oh, yes, I see...
- I've searched high and low, with no luck. Perhaps he's left the catacombs.
- Oh, Horace. Where have you run off to?
- Oh, Horace. Where have you run off to?
- Have you abandoned me? No, what a horrible thought...
- Oh, I thought it might be you. Good to see you.
- I never managed to find Horace.
- But my duty must be done, even alone. As an unkindled Lordseeker.
- For the children I knew, bless their souls.
- We all have our reasons, don't we?
- Please, take this. Recompense for my foolish request.
- And also a token of protection. May the flames guide your way.
- Ahh, you are brave indeed. To face your duty alone.
- I would do well to learn from you.
- May the flames guide your way.
- What's happened to you?
- Please, stop this!
- You've gone Hollow, have you?
- Then I shall put you to rest.
- Horace! Join me!
- And may the flames watch over us!
- (Attack sounds - several versions. He/she wields a long sword)
- Oh, Horace, why...
- Don't leave me, not you...
- Not like the others...
- Oh, Horace, Horace...
- Forgive me, Horace...
- It pains me...to leave you...
- Oh, Horace, everyone, forgive me...
- I was weak on my own...
- Mmm, I thought it might be you.
- Then I'm afraid Horace...
- ...No, this only bolsters my resolve.
- Please. Lend me your strength.
- Help me vanquish Aldrich, the man-eating fiend.
- Yes...we did it...
- I owe this to you. Thank you. Truly.
- Horace, we've done it, we really have...
- Well, you look reasonably sane.
- I am a knight of Catarina.
- I've managed to track down this cathedral's store of treasure.
- It's right over there, across that narrow part.
- Treasure...hmm. Always so close, yet so far...
- I'm in quite a pickle, indeed...
- Hmm... Hmm...
- Just hold your horses a moment.
- I know, I know, treasure is so sorely tempting...
- Hmm... Hmm...
- Shame on you, you greedy guts.
- Shame on you, you insatiable wench.
- Shame on you, you rotten cleric.
- Shame on you, you rotten nun.
- Thought you could outwit an onion?
- Well, say hello to the nice giant! He adores visitors.
- Huh? Where's the old giant?
- What! Where's the bloody giant!
- Just what have you done?!
- How dare you! Have you no shame!
- Damn! Damn! Damn!
- Oh, yes, oh, hello, I don't believe we've met.
- I'm Patches. Unbreakable Patches.
- You seem to be Unkindled.
- Do you have business with me?
- Ah, oh, yes, of course...It's coming back to me, now.
- Oh, I am so sorry. That was my hand, as you know, but the deed, well, that was the armour's doing.
- Regrettable, truly. But behold, I'm stripped clean of that unruly attire.
- And look at you, not a scratch!
- All's well that ends well, right?
- Yes, we'll be fine, I can tell, it's that rotten curse, it is, the untidy mess.
- Oh, ahh, yes, now, it wasn't me, but you still deserve an apology.
- Just a little trinket. Go ahead, it's yours now.
- You should know, I'm a kind of traveling merchant.
- If you're as Unkindled as you look, you'll find plenty of good stuff.
- Oh, yes, yes, what can I do?
- Can't resist it, can you? My sumptuous selection.
- Oh, hello again. Welcome to Patches' boutique of wonders.
- Can't resist it, can you? My sumptuous selection.
- Thanks, good compeer.
- Thanks, sweeting.
- Can't find anything you like?
- Well, you could try looking a little harder...
- Of course not, we have just met, after all.
- Sorry, I've been a bit on edge. Forget I even asked.
- Ahh, but this is your lucky day.
- I happen to be a world-renowned travelling merchant.
- If you're as Unkindled as you look, you'll find many a useful thing here.
- Sorry, friend.
- Be more careful! By the gods, curiosity is going to kill you kittens.
- Some places are better left alone, you know.
- Oh, sorry, am I a tad too late?
- Have no fear, there's beauty in death.
- Besides, you're surrounded by ladies. Every man's dream, right?
- Besides, you're amongst your own. Plenty of company, right?
- Besides, you're surrounded by ladies. Every rotten cleric's dream, right?
- Oh, no matter, I'll look after things.
- By stripping every last trinket off your corpse.
- You're going to make some lucky customer very happy!
- Ah, oh, you, you're alive...
- Now, hold your horses, let's have a nice talk about this.
- I'll come clean, I did you wrong. I didn't mean it, though, not one bit.
- You get these...urges...running the business and all...Oh, and I hate myself for it, I do.
- You know what I mean? Terrible, really. But I can see you'll forgive me.
- You're alive, after all, and that's what counts, right?
- Oh, fantastic! A wily second chance!
- I knew you'd understand, I just knew it.
- The heart of a lion. A model for the rest of us. A true friend, forever.
- Oh, for heaven's sake, no need to jest with a face like that.
- You're still alive, and I'm here grovelling in the dirt, so to speak.
- Oh, I know! Here, a token of my sincerity. Right and proper, eh?
- We're just a couple of outcasts, let's make the best of it!
- Oh, yes yes, what can I do?
- Aren't you glad we made good of things?
- Oh, hello again. Welcome to Patches' boutique of wonders.
- Can't resist it, can you? My sumptuous selection.
- Thanks, good compeer.
- Thanks, sweeting.
- Can't find anything you like?
- Well, you could try looking a little harder...
- Well, look at you. The luckiest man in the world.
- Well, look at you. The luckiest lass in the world.
- I just got hold of some truly fine treasure. And for you, I'll practically give it away.
- What do you say? Brilliant stuff, eh?
- I won't ask for thanks, but I certainly deserve it.
- Now, just wait, that's the best you can do? Bloody hell.
- Yeah, keep those purse strings nice and tight. So tight they choke you.
- Ahh, I see you've met Greirat.
- The slinking rodent. But he did me a good turn back in Lothric dungeon.
- Doubtless I should do something about that little debt, or...maybe not.
- Well, I can hardly believe he's still standing.
- Hey, what happened to Greirat, anyhow?
- I haven't seen him at all lately.
- If you know where he's scurried off to, be sure and tell me.
- I need to stock up, and if he's gone and croaked, he'll have left a gold mine.
- What? Gone all the way to Irithyll, has he?
- Well, there can't be much left of that frozen sprawl.
- The old rat, he's gone off the deep end this time...
- The old rat, he's gone off the deep end this time...
- Hmph. Off to Lothric, the castle of no return...
- That old thief's lost it if he thinks he has a chance in there.
- It's not like he's new to this game, what's gotten into him?
- That old thief, he's really lost it this time...
- Right, yes, I see how it is.
- Some things can't be divulged. Even between friends.
- It comes with the territory, I know.
- But if you happen to recall any details, do be a saint.
- Do it for old Patch's boutique of wonders, at least.
- Well? Happen to recall anything important?
- About where that old rat scurried off to.
- Oi, calm down, please!
- Forgive me! I'm on my hands and knees!
- All's well that ends well, right!
- Oh come on, you know it's true!
- Damn, you heartless, good-for-nothing oaf!
- Damn, you heartless little harlot!
- Well, now it's my turn.
- I'm Unbreakable Patches, nobody can crack me!
- Rot in hell!
- Gods' piss, just my bloody luck...
- What did I ever do, anyway?
- Cough 'em up, every last one of 'em.
- Confess your sins.
- What's happened, friend?
- Stop this! Stop this at once!
- Gods' spit, I knew something was wrong!
- Well, now it's my turn.
- I'm Unbreakable Patches, nobody can crack me!
- Rot in hell!
- Gods' spit and piss and blood...
- Why me? Why me?!
- Close call, blimey...
- Hmm...
- Mmmmmm...
- Hmm... Mmm...
- Oh!
- Pardon me. I was absorbed in thought.
- I am Siegward of Catarina.
- To be honest, I'm in a bit of a pickle.
- Have you ever walked near a white birch, only to be struck by a great arrow?
- Well, if I'm not mistaken, they come from this tower.
- Whoever it is, I'm sure I can talk some sense into them.
- But I have to find a way up, and that's just the trouble.
- This lift only goes down, you see, and...
- Well, that doesn't get me anywhere...
- Hmm... Mmm...
- This lift only goes down, but you know...
- With a little warming up, eventually... No, no...
- I've got to use my head. And think.
- Hmm... Mmm...
- Hmm... Mmm...
- Ah, oh!
- Don't disappear like that. You had me downright worried.
- But thanks to you, an epiphany has struck me square in the head.
- I've unravelled the riddle of this inscrutable lift!
- On some days, I begin to doubt myself.
- I went up the tower, so I thought, then somehow ended up here.
- I'm not exactly sure what happened.
- Anyhow, do you see that? That humungous beast.
- I'm no coward, and I've a steady hand, but that thing makes my skin crawl.
- Now, now, think twice before you go down that road.
- I could try talking some sense into him...
- No, I think not. He's far too over-heated.
- I've got to use my head. And think.
- Hmm... Mmm...
- No! You should have waited!
- Well, it's too late now.
- I, Siegward of the Knights of Catarina, fight by your side!
- That was quite the performance.
- But you mustn't get in over your head.
- We Unkindled must put our duties first.
- But for the moment, we've a toast to make.
- To your valour, my sword, and our victory together.
- Long may the sun shine!
- Well, I'm going to have myself a little nap.
- The only thing to do, really, after a nice toast.
- Hello! Hello!
- Anyone there? Anyone at all?
- Oh!
- I know that voice. Just how long has it been!
- It's me, Siegward of Catarina.
- I'm loathe to admit it, but I've been had.
- Someone's swiped my armour.
- Did you happen to see it anywhere?
- Ah, oh! My armour!
- My deepest gratitude! I, Siegward of Catarina, salute you.
- With my trusty suit of armour, I'll be out of here in a jiffy.
- Until we meet again, comrade!
- No need to worry about me.
- With my trusty suit of armour, I'll be out of here in a jiffy.
- Until we meet again, my good friend!
- Oh, yes, I see...
- Not to worry. Great planning begets great fortune.
- An old tenet of the Knights of Catarina.
- And I am a master planner, I do say!
- I'm in quite a pickle indeed.
- Maybe I can fashion a replacement...from the...hmm
- I've got to use my head. And think.
- Hmm... Mmm...
- Ah, ohh!
- Excuse me. I must have dozed off.
- It's rather warm in here.
- Well, well, hasn't it been all too long! It's good to see you.
- Oh, I seemed to have missed my chance, so...
- I, Siegward of Catarina, offer my deepest gratitude.
- And a little surprise to go with it. It's all yours.
- I know. Won't you join me for dinner?
- I make a fine estus soup. I've got some stewing right now.
- Even we Undead deserve a little normalcy, from time to time.
- And finally, upon this rendezvous, let us make a toast.
- To your valour, my sword, and our sworn duties!
- Long may the sun shine!
- Have you heard?
- Somewhere, hidden right here in Irithyll, is a deep dungeon.
- And even below that, the Profaned Capital.
- Home of Yhorm, the reclusive giant lord.
- That reminds me, I've a grave promise to keep...
- Oh, sorry, I'm afraid I've cast a cloud over things.
- Well, I'm going to have myself a little nap.
- The only thing to do, really, after a nice toast.
- Hmm...
- Mmmmmm...
- Hmm... Mmm...
- Ah, oh!
- Pardon me. I was absorbed in thought.
- Look at me, trapped like a rat.
- But you needn't worry.
- I've just been sitting here, weighing my options.
- The moment has almost come.
- ...I just need a bit more time.
- My liberation requires a key.
- But the key is outside...
- Hmm... A riddle for the ages...
- Ah! You are a saint!
- Once again, you are my valiant saviour.
- I, Siegward of Catarina, express my deepest gratitude.
- Take this, a token of my thanks. Go on, it's all yours.
- Ah, no, please, go on ahead.
- I've my own road to take.
- And a duty to fulfil, very soon...
- Yhorm, old friend.
- I, Siegward of the Knights of Catarina, have come to uphold my promise!
- Let the sun shine upon this Lord of Cinder.
- It seems I'm in your debt once again.
- My thanks, I could not have kept my promise without you.
- Now, for a final toast.
- To your valour, and my old friend Yhorm.
- Long may the sun shine!
- Well, I'm going to have myself a little nap.
- The only thing to do, really, after a nice toast.
- You are a true friend. Best of luck with your duty.
- Forgive me, old friend...
- I've failed, in everything...
- What is the meaning of this!
- What's happened to you!
- No sense in holding back now.
- Witness the fury of a Knight of Catarina!
- How did I ever let this happen...
- Forgive me, old friend...
- You were a poor match, friend...
- Oh dear, another dogged contender.
- Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders.
- Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none.
- The fire-linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing.
- Ill-starred are they who take the throne. I shall not stand among them.
- You've done quite enough, now have your rest.
- The royal sword of Lothric shall grant you peace.
- Oh, dear brother...
- I'm on my way...
- My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince.
- Rise, if you would.
- ...For that is our curse.
- This spot marks our grave.
- But you may rest here, too, if you like.
- Mark my words, Ashen one...
- You remain among the accursed...
- Ahh, the wait has been long, Unkindled One.
- I am Emma, High Priestess of Lothric Castle.
- Allow me to speak frankly.
- You will not find the Lords of Cinder here.
- They have left, gone.
- To their churning homes, converging at the base of this castle.
- Head to the bottom of the High Wall.
- Forge on through the great gate, and raise this banner to proceed.
- Unkindled One. Head to the High Wall's base.
- Go through the great gate, and raise this banner to proceed.
- But beware. The dog keeps a close eye on things.
- The vile watchdog of the Boreal Valley.
- What is wrong, Unkindled One?
- Are you not a Lordseeker? Head to the base of the High Wall and seek the Lords of Cinder.
- Is this not the calling of your kind, since ages past?
- Ahh, Unkindled One.
- The fire fades, and awaits its one last Lord.
- Please, take this...
- Prince Lothric is in your hands...
- Please, save his soul.
- Tell him what he must be. A Lord...
- A Lord, he must be...
- My dear Prince...Lothric...
- This farewell gift is for you.
- It is the insignia of an old covenant.
- If you fear tresspassers, dark spirits drawn by the embers.
- Then etch this upon your heart.
- And the old concord will beckon noble Blue Sentinels to hunt these foul spirits.
- What on earth?
- Whatever is this about?
- Ahh, you ignorant slaves. Finally taken notice, have you?
- Of the power of my beloved Ocelotte, child of dragons.
- Well, I will not give him up.
- For he is all that I have.
- Ahh, dear little Ocelotte.
- Where have you gone? Are you hiding from me?
- Come out, come out, don't be afraid.
- You were born a child of dragons, what could you possibly fear?
- Now, now, show yourself, Ocelotte.
- My dear, little Ocelotte.
- Ignorant slaves, how quickly you forget.
- The strength of dear Ocelotte, child of dragons!
- Another nana disappeared
- So the grandson carries a cage
- He ever has his cage
- And nana's never coming back
- So come into the cage, and become nana's shade
- You, you.
- Me, me, pickle-pee.
- Me, me, pump-a-rum.
- You! You!
- Me, me, pickle pee!
- Me, me, pump-a-rum!
- Pickle pee, pickle pee!
- Pickle pee, pickle pee!
- Pump-a-rum, pump-a-rum!
- Pump-a-rum, pump-a-rum!
- You, you.
- No, no.
- That no pickle pee.
- That no pump-a-rum.
- You, you.
- Not that.
- Enough, enough.
- Oh, my, I see you're Unkindled
- For a pilgrim such as I, all tucked in and awaiting death, to have this honour.
- This presages a most glorious death indeed.
- Praise thee, praise thee.
- Oh, my, you are...!
- But I'm afraid we require more time.
- As long as it takes a dark droplet to fall, that is all.
- Our gracious Lord...
- Welcome, our gracious Lord.
- Your spouse awaits you, you are very near.
- Please, take the Sword of Avowal.
- May you be the truest Lord of Londor yet.
- Your spouse awaits you, you are very near.
- May you be the truest Lord of Londor yet.
- Whatever for!
- But, why...
- Lady Yuria...
- Ahh, our gracious Lord...
- Make Londor whole...
- Well, what's happened here?
- This pit is for Hollows, not for the likes of you sane folk.
- Or perhaps you are a Hollow, posing as otherwise?
- Yes, yes, then we're just fine.
- It's important to know who you are.
- But we'll all be mad, soon enough. And should you be Undead, well, all the more so.
- No, no, of course you're not.
- That's what you mad fools always say.
- But we'll all be mad, soon enough. And should you be Undead, well, all the more so.
- Beware, the shackles of the Gods are fragile.
- You might need this. Etch it on your heart if you feel your sanity slipping.
- Come here to pile up your victims, for that will form your anchor.
- You'll see when you go mad. They'll be your family.
- You'll go mad one day, but not today.
- Take my advice. Use this bone, and leave this place.
- This pit is for Hollows, and for the occasional madman fond of piling up victims.
- You've better things to do, I'd hope?
- I knew it, I knew you were Hollow!
- Well, that's just fine.
- You can join my little family!
- Right, onto the pile with you. You're family now...
- Ahh, my family...
- Dear little Sirris...
- Who are you?
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