Chosen Undead

Diary of an Undead

[chosenundeadsdiary]

Dearest Knight,

I hope this diary finds you well, wherever you may be. I write this in the hopes that our paths will cross again someday. After my escape from the Undead Asylum, that strange bird carried me to a place called Firelink Shrine. It's a haven for the undead, a strange and unsettling hub. I wonder what became of you after we parted ways... I fear you may have succumbed to hollowness. All I can do is carry on, in your name.

I met someone here, a Crestfallen Warrior. He was kind enough to offer some information, though not much. He spoke of two Bells of Awakening:

One is in the Undead Church, high above.

The other lies far below, in the ruins of Blighttown.

He said that ringing both bells will somehow trigger something... I'll have to investigate further. I pray you are safe.

[chosenundeadsdiary]

The Undead Burg… it continues to surprise, even shock, at every turn. I found merchants, yes! Imagine, acquiring much-needed equipment in this forsaken place. I even learned of the Taurus Demon guarding the bridge ahead – dispatched swiftly, I might add (firebombs are a godsend against such brute force). But then… a dragon. Who could have foreseen such a beast blocking my path?

During my explorations, I met a peculiar knight. Eccentric, yes, but undeniably friendly. Solaire, he calls himself. He gifted me a Soapstone, claiming it strengthens the connection between worlds. The fellow is searching for his own "sun", a quest as enigmatic as it is endearing. He's brighter than any sun I've seen, a beacon of hope in this cursed land. I pray our paths cross again.

His quest… It somehow resonates. My "sun" awaits in the Undead Asylum. I cling to the hope that you are not yet hollow, Oscar. That there's still a chance to save you. Until we meet again...

[chosenundeadsdiary]

My journey beyond the Asylum walls has been...unwelcoming. I've encountered many, their faces etched with the same weary resignation as my own. A few, however, show signs of a different path. Petrus, bless his soul, offered his guidance. He spoke of miracles, of bolstering faith in the Lords. Though I wonder, are there any Gods left to believe in, in this forsaken land?

That Crestfallen Warrior, he mocks my quest relentlessly. He scoffs, calls it a futile endeavor, his laughter echoing through the hollows. I am a fool, he says, a child playing at heroism. But even he cannot snuff out the fire in my heart. His doubts fuel me.

Undead Burg. What a grim name for a grimmer place. I pushed onwards, only to be met by a terrifying specter—a red ghost! Petrus had spoken of such things, 'Invaders', he called them, undead like myself, yet from another world. It was a harsh lesson. My life was forfeit before I could reach the next bonfire. But...I will return. The fire of Firelink Shrine awaits.