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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/5/2016 4:34:15 PM
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The ones you were talking about earlier, the names that I cannot pronounce?
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[b]Yhorm, Aldrich, the Watchers, Lorian, and Lothric?[/b]
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Yeah... I'm sorry, I'm just still in the dark about everything
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[b]The ones I mentioned are all Lords of Cinder, who sacrificed themselves to light the First Flame. Well, most did. Lorian and Lothric denied their duties, and forsook the prophecy...[/b]
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*Mortar remembers a vision he had* Oh, Lothretic did that?
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[b]Lothric was a prince, destined to save the kingdom. But he refused. He wanted it all to fade away, for some strange reason. He was born a sick and weak child. His brother, Lorian, sided with him, and shares his curse, rendering him mute and crippled.[/b]
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*Mortar is silent as he listens*
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[b]Now, they sit in Lothric Castle, waiting for the flame to die out... The Abyss Watchers, on the other hand, rose to combat the Abyss, or the darkness. They created the Undead Legion, lead by Farron, a legendary warrior. Although they ignored the flame, they share it with each other. But corruption seeped through the Watchers, and now they fight each other. And finally, Aldrich. He was a cleric, long ago. He traveled to the Cathedral of the Deep, and rise through the ranks, developing a sick appetite for human flesh. He ate so many men, women, and children, that he bloated into a sludge. After practically taking over the cathedral, he traveled with an archdeacon and Pontiff Sulyvahn, the ruler of Irithyll, to Anor Londo. There, Aldrich would eat a god. Gwyndolin...That was the upper half of Aldrich that you saw, you know.[/b]
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Oh, shiii... *Mortar shuts up and listens*
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[b]Yeah...It's pretty grotesque.[/b]
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Anyway, you were saying?
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[b]Thats about it, for the Lords.[/b]
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Oh. You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this serious, you normally wave around that sign saying "you need a bigger door"
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[b]I'm usually a happier guy, but this could be it. The end of my world, really.[/b]
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I would assume so, but, you know, it's strange to see you like this
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[b]I went to Anor Londo to...well, check on an old friend. Her name's Yorshka, she hides out in an abandoned prison tower. The last and assumed captain of the Darkmoon Knights.[/b]
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*Mortar begins listening again*
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[b]It's not a romantic relationship, since she's a goddess. But, I like visiting every so often, hear about how she's working on reviving the Blades of the Darkmoon. They protect the Undead from invaders, dark spirits, and defilers of the gods.[/b]
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Interesting. At least you have a good relationship... with a goddess...
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[b]I guess. She's practically the last god or goddess right now, though...[/b]
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True, I mean, I'm an ex God, but, you know...
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[b]In the realm of Lordran.[/b]
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Of course
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[b]Yep. That's it.[/b]
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So... what now? I mean, I don't know when I have to ignite the First Flame.
