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This must be some new sort of Abyss, a new challenge... A new life. (Dark Souls - Citta Affiliated - Nobody) 9 feet 3 inches tall

[abyssartorias]

Artorias gives a shrug towards the eager young man and proceeds with answering his excited questioning.  “Do keepeth in mind that I am not the best to answer these questions as I am just the user of this material, but I will tell thee what I know.”

“Titanite is quite tough, and can presumably last for centuries given proper care and the right kind of maintenance. Our blacksmith Andre wast a man who could forge anything, given the materials and the amount of souls to do'eth so. By souls I do mean the kind that inhabits thy body, and mine own. Though to obtain these souls is commonplace in Lordran.”

Taking a breath, Artorias seems to begrudgingly continue, his voice becoming irritated at the mention of the Darkwraiths. “Granted, I am not interested in taking the souls of the living hither as those gents, and yourself, seemeth to be’est posing no threat. I only taketh the souls of the demons from the Abyss, and the bloody Darkwraith knights whose sole purpose is to steal the humanity from living creatures such as yourself.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

The young man’s eyes light up during the explanation. He is impressed by the said material. The description sounds similar to gundanium: sturdy, great use a shield attacks, and assuming if made into a weapon would increase attack damage. 

Then things took a turn and no longer was he starry eye. The knight is clear in what he says, thus the confusion is not his fault. Duo didn’t understand the concept of souls and why was he suddenly worried that if speaks of his life (rather his kill count) he will be met with certain doom. 

 "You’re Catholic?“

[abyssartorias]

The knight seems puzzled by the teen’s words. “Cath..lick? I am.. unsure of how to feel for thou to hast described me by such words. What is this ‘Cath Lick’ you speak of?” He reaches his hand into his hood and.. seemingly scratches his face.

[abyssartorias]

“I shalt do’eth so whenever I see him. That gent is very sturdy, I would personally wager that he could liveth for centuries given the chance that that gent is not slain by the undead. I wilt also has’t thee knoweth that I hath taken this armour in lieu to mine services to the Lord of Lordran. As it was his gift upon me and 3 others under his command.”

[somniastra-blog]

★ ★ 　 “So you’re a real, live fancy-pants knight, huh? Wait, are you a knight? Or are you some sort of… paladin or something?”

[abyssartorias]

A rasped chuckle comes from his helm before he replies to the young man.

“I am indeed a knight, serving under Lord Gwyn. I would not calleth myself a paladin, but my weapon is imbued with divine powers.”

[abyssartorias]

A Knight’s empty Grail (Closed RP)

Finding himself upon an area full of grass and trees, Artorias sits against the bark of one and begins to silently hum a tune from the land of Lordran. It begins slow, and low at first, and continues to keep it that way for quite a while. It’s somber lonely, and full of what to another would call disdainful. It lacks any form of semblance towards what others would call cheerful, which drives many from singing it.

[illyxasviel-deactivated20160724]

Oh good, he was distracted. As she was about to jump out at him and attempt to startle him, she stopped short as she began to pay attention to the melody he was humming to himself. What a sad tune… Illya didn’t approve at all.

Instead of scaring him like she originally planned, she jumped out from behind the tree anyway but placed her small hands upon her hips and looked at him with pursed lips and slightly narrowed eyes. “You know, you’ll make yourself cry if you keep humming that.”

[abyssartorias]

Turning his head towards her, his song slowly fades into a quiet whisper before finally ceasing. He shuffles his boots closer and picks himself off the ground, looking at the small child. “Tis a very important song to mine own self. It reminds me of a time long ago. One that I can no longer return to.”

He bows his helmet lower and lowers himself down to a crouch, extending his hand towards the girl. His movement seemed rustic, but clearly practiced as it was in a fluid single motion. His voice creaks out once more, “What is thy name, child?”

[offbench]

★ @abyssartorias stepped up to the plate!

    ☆ — “Oh man… U-Uh, hey, sorry for hitting you w-with my ball… Do you mind, maybe, u-um– Giving it back?”

[abyssartorias]

Grasping the ball in his hand, he slowly lowers it to the level of which the stammering man could take it.

“Here is thy.. ball.. as thou call it. I doth not mind, I only heard a sound echo throughout mine armor as something struck against it.”

[hatakethatnature-blog]

@abyssartorias

“You’ll help me right? Good, come along.”

[abyssartorias]

Intrigued by the small man, with his stick and rucksack, Artorias follows behind him.

“What is it thy would’st need help with?”

[viora-blog]

@abyssartorias

“Have you ever seen a dead body?”

[abyssartorias]

Artorias places his hand upon the small girl’s head, giving her a small pat and rub.

“I hath seen more bodies than I wish I could hath ever seen. If thou has’t seen as many as I have, I fear that thou would’st go beyond the point of insanity.”

[fentauma-blog]

@abyssartorias

“You, uh, you must drink a lot of milk…”

[abyssartorias]

Artorias looks down at the oddly colored human. ”I.. I don’t catch thy meaning.”

[abyssartorias]

Just a quick update for everyone

I haven’t been active over the past several days because of preparation over a wedding ceremony that I’m required to take part in and a new job that I’m starting up ( First day is tomorrow, the 21st ). My replies will be slow but they WILL come. No one has bothered me about it yet and I appreciate that , but I will be around thinking about how to go about these replies while doing all these other things.

Please bear with me, and thanks.

[abyssartorias]

“Thou meanest mine armour? T’was forged by the blacksmith of Lordran, Andre, greatest of his kind.”

[somniastra-blog]

★ ★ 　 “Ooooh, I gotcha… you’re in character, huh? Well, giveth Sir Andre mine compliments. That’s some really impressive metalworking, and it looks reeeeaaaal nice and sturdy! …eth.”

[abyssartorias]

“I shalt do’eth so whenever I see him. That gent is very sturdy, I would personally wager that he could liveth for centuries given the chance that that gent is not slain by the undead. I wilt also has't thee knoweth that I hath taken this armour in lieu to mine services to the Lord of Lordran. As it was his gift upon me and 3 others under his command.”

[belssiah]

Can I Be a Sunbro

Kazuya looked up and down the towering knight before him. This wasn’t just some large creature, Kazuya could feel what brought on this change of size. Souls. Inside of this one figure was not just his own, but many. IT was not like that of the Bels, no, this was much different. There was a deep magic involved here, something beyond that he’d seen in the Expanse.

“You’ve seen some shit huh.” he said, a question in a voice that was nothing like one looking for answers. He already had the answer to that quaestion after all.

[abyssartorias]

Looking over the small one that popped into his lower field of vision, Artorias couldn’t help but think of one term to describe the figure before him...Blue. From head to toe, the small boy was blue, save for his skin. The only thing that really popped out to him was the thing that sat upon the boys’ head, which enveloped his ears. Could he hear with that thing on? Nevertheless, Artorias spoke in turn.

“I hath seen... many things in mine life, if 't be true thee wast to calleth ‘t one.”

[abyssartorias]

“This is how I speaketh from whither I cometh. If ’t be true an issue, I apologize for the issues that may occur, however until then thee wilt has’t to bear with me. Whither I am from, we has’t no games of cards. We has’t war with the undead until one or the other falleth. ”

[thiefguild-blog]

“Yikes. That’s insane! You don’t have any kind of fun, then?” Titus almost can’t believe it– sure, he understands being busy and fighting and all that, but all the time? “Then strip poker shouldn’t be the first one you play. Too bad I don’t really know many other ones…”

[abyssartorias]

“Now now, thou needn’t be hasty. Teach me about this.. strip cards, was it?”

Artorias leans over the small figure, his shadow overcasting the strangers’.  “Let us begin.”

[abyssartorias]

Artorias upon hearing Priscilla’s voice, spins around in order to look for the source. As much as it was soothing, he couldn’t help but feel like it was something else. Until his eyes set upon her.

“L..Lady Priscilla? Whatever art thou doing here? You should be with Lord Gwy–” His words cut off a few seconds after seeing her, a flood of memories had rushed to him from when he was previously in the Hive. He drops his box of supplies and grabs at his helmet in an attempt to keep his mind from the feeling of exploding. “Aaaaghh… aahh…”

He no longer seems in pain after a few seconds and goes to one knee, lowering his head to Priscilla. “Aye Lady Priscilla ‘t’is I, Sir Artorias. I am glad that thou art fairing well, at least presumably. My most humble apologies to has’t hath left thee alone in this city for an unknown time, ‘t doth feel like t’was only yesterday, but the memories was’t fuddled and forgotten. I am joyous to see thee again.”

[direheterosis]

She faltered as she drew closer, everything about him just screamed that it was him. But she couldn’t bear the thought that it simply wasn’t, that it was just another illusion of the city. Something deep within her hurt as he almost said His name… While where she should be was arguably not here, the time when she would have been by His side had long since past, in any world.

But as he seemed to struggle with something inside himself, she couldn’t help but draw closer still, a look of concern washing over her features as she knelt down before him. A floating hand wanting to steady his shoulder, but too cowardly too proceed. And instead, the knight knelt before her.

“No, no… That is not necessary… Thine need to apologise is without base…”

A smile found its way to her features.

“This city is strange, and there is much we cannot control here… I too and happy to see thee, it is almost difficult to put into words… I thought… Well, I thought I may never see thee again.” And she couldn’t help but remember the last time she’d seen him in her own world. “That is no fault of thine.”

“But this is a joyous thing, is it not? Know thou were thee resides? Perhaps we art close.”

[abyssartorias]

Artorias stayed down, his head now looking up towards her. “I hath left thee on thine own for some time and that is, wherefore, I must apologize Lady Priscilla. I would has't stayed but for some reason, I wast cast from this realm. ‘t doth feel as though I hath been gone for a very, very long time.”

“I know only that mine own lodging of residence is in district zeta. I knoweth not the way thither, though i has’t hath met many colorful individuals along the way that wast kind enough to point directions. Though if 't be true thou wast to know the way, I would be’est joyous to follow. ” 

[hyper-light]

//.affliction

[abyssartorias]

Studying the stranger before him, Artorias flinches slightly when the pool of liquid on the ground and on the stranger’s clothes, seem to evaporate into shapes and then… into nothing. Where he had come, blood would remain, regardless of one’s doing until it was scrubbed clean by the ones that would choose to do so, instead of fighting for their own lives and others.

The black mist and haze covering Artorias’ face through his cowled helmet swirled slightly as he helped the mysterious stranger up, taking his wordless actions with great care. It wasn’t the first time Artorias had met someone that refused to talk, nor would it be the last, at first he assumed it was because of how intimidating he might look to the man. Torn cloth and faded armor that hadn’t been shined in countless years tend to unnerve people. However, that didn’t seem to be the case.

The stranger seemed to be almost intrigued by his presence, as far as he could manage to gather from his mostly covered face. The mist swirls once more as his coarse voice rings through his open helmet, “Stranger, I doth desire that thy health is well, t'would be most unfortunate if the city would has’t to crisp the streets of a newcomer so soon. Wast thee wounded by someone as of recent? If ’t be true, I may grant thee assistance in finding this culprit and taketh him down, wooden sword or no.”

[hyper-light]

// As their vision sharpens, they find themself more able to keep a steady gaze into the dark mist inside Artorias’ helmet. The Drifter makes sure to continue a firm look, even having their hand retreat back under their cloak. They can’t help but tilt their head a little bit, but only to hear Artorias a little clearer, not in confusion.

“..doth desire that thy health is well…”

// If only it were ever. The Drifter waits until Artorias has completely finished speaking before shaking their head firmly.

// They procured from their robe an odd, capped syringe; filled with some sea-green shaded liquid. This they held out for the other to see a moment; then, they returned it inside a pouch within their orange cloak.

Hopefully the message they sent to Artorias was that they were sickly, and not drug-addled. Furthermore, they were capable in protecting themself.. To prove this, there was another flourish of a hand, unsheathing their wooden sword in a swift motion.

// They bare the blade to the other in an air of display, and hopefully not provocation; then, just as quickly as they had done so, they flip it twice and plant the tip of it into the ground. Flashy.

This trick performed, Drifter makes a show of re-sheathing it; intending to imply that the time for any retribution is over, for now. They shook their head once more to finalize their unsaid statement.

[abyssartorias]

As the mysterious stranger brandished the small syringe capped with some strange liquid, a line connected through Artorias. He watched further as the stranger brandishes his blade, twirling it about in a fluid motion beffore sticking it in the ground. Artorias solemnly chuckles before beginning his words in respect.

“Thou art a mysterious undead, though I doth hope that brings no offense. What thou carries resembles close to what we call an ‘estus flask’ in Lordran, which the undead use to replenish their health and cure their wounds. The liquid color is different, as the estus carries an orange yellowish flame to it. Thou would’st fit in well with Lordran, despite thy appearance.”

Artorias places his greatsword against the wall of the building next to them and turns toward the stranger before speaking once more. “I am most curious, how doth thee communicate with others? Doth thou communicate through sword brandishing? I am afraid I am lost on the interpretation of language through swinging.”

[boastmastergeneral]

reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you

[pcthetics-deactivated20161211]

this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much 

[the4knights]

[abyssartorias]

“Mine ‘hat’ as thou call it, is a great piece of equipment that is able to go on top of mine helmet. It helps intimidate mine foes. Maybe thou should’st get one.”

[monarchlupine-deactivated201605]

  “It does the opposite actually. Whoever told you that is a liar.”

[abyssartorias]

“It maketh me seem more approachable? That is not bad, as those who are kind-hearted seem to be dispirited when they see me approach. ‘t’is a blow to mine own selves’ esteem at times... Hats hath quite an effect on a person, I suppose.”

[abyssartorias]

“Steel is a very archaic substance in Lordran. What we useth for knights of the highest order is titanite. A very tough substance that oft not breaketh and is easily modifiable. One may coequally even apply magic to one’s own weapon, to increase their efforts against their foes.“

A light chuckle emanates from the helmet, sounding like rocks grating on rocks. “Though, I am no blacksmith. I could not telleth thee everything about titanite, even if I wast to tryeth.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

There’s a glimmer in Duo’s eyes as he becomes enthralled with the unknown metal. It is definitely on the periodic table, nor was it manufactured on his world. Duo is eager to learn more about this titanite, how strong was it, can it be produced in thousands, where is it located, and can it improve his Gundam. So many inquires he wishes to ask, though settles for one.

“How tough is it? Had any weapons penetrate it?”

Duo was eager to get his hands on it.

[abyssartorias]

Artorias gives a shrug towards the eager young man and proceeds with answering his excited questioning.  “Do keepeth in mind that I am not the best to answer these questions as I am just the user of this material, but I will tell thee what I know.”

“Titanite is quite tough, and can presumably last for centuries given proper care and the right kind of maintenance. Our blacksmith Andre wast a man who could forge anything, given the materials and the amount of souls to do'eth so. By souls I do mean the kind that inhabits thy body, and mine own. Though to obtain these souls is commonplace in Lordran.”

Taking a breath, Artorias seems to begrudgingly continue, his voice becoming irritated at the mention of the Darkwraiths. “Granted, I am not interested in taking the souls of the living hither as those gents, and yourself, seemeth to be’est posing no threat. I only taketh the souls of the demons from the Abyss, and the bloody Darkwraith knights whose sole purpose is to steal the humanity from living creatures such as yourself.”