#errant wanderings

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Errant Wanderings - Stone Passageways (2019)

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

Returning to Where We Started

(Closed starter w/ @light-of-the-sunless-realms)

He didn’t know why he chose to come back here.

Leeroy’s gaze scanned over the city, then at the looming towers in the far distance. It’s been so long since he stepped foot in Anor Londo, and with time being so off balance, who knew how long it had been since he was here? It could have been years, or maybe even centuries.

“If the old gods still ruled, then would not the Dark Sun welcome you back?”

Kasimir’s voice shook the paladin from his thoughts; turning to the young man. He only nods: perhaps, he’ll still have to see and be sure of it.

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

@violentsunlight, continued from: x

“That I was.” Leeroy returned calmly.

He should have been afraid, being in the presence of the very god that had slew dragons ages before, the god that could strike him down with the same kind of ease that he had in striking down cursed beings that lived in catacombs. Though the very fact was, he was not.

The paladin looked up into the god’s eyes without waver, letting silence settle for a second. He thought about what else to say: "Anor Londo’s light had long faded since the first linking of Fire by... your father, and the Blades are no less, even if I still do do my part in upholding the duties that had been given to us by the Dark Sun Gwyndolin.”

A sad smile twisted his mouth beneath his helmet. Oh Solaire... bright eyed, and optimistic Solaire, the man that would remove the shirt from his own back if only to aide a brother in need... the same Astoran Knight who flung himself into the flame even if just to keep the age of fire going just a little longer. Curse him for leaving such memories that even he could not forget.

“I am honored that you, my lord, would say that I should have been one of your knights.”

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

Traces of Times Long Past

((closed starter w/ @bloodredgold))

The Kingdom of Heide, or what was left of it, was still stunning.

Leeroy lifted his hammer, his gaze turning from the crushed helm of the hollowed Heide Knight up to the cathedral in the distance. Why was here anyway, in the first place? This place had nothing to do with anything of his troubling, nor were there any ancient weapons or tomes that he wanted, so why was he here of all places?

The paladin continued through building. There was still a series of stairs before he could reach the cathedral, and dear gods, is that a goddamn wyvern there??

It would be of only slight annoyance, if he really did try though, after all, he did fight off a few actual dragons before -

Lightning crackled between his fingertips. Gods, the energy, the power, he could never get used to how good that felt: even now, the memory of himself being able to throw lightning for the first time, even a basic lightning spear, was exhilarating. And doubly so when the bolt flew from his fingertips and connected square with the wyvern’s head just as it started blowing its flames in his direction.

A shriek so loud his skull rattled in his helmet, Leeroy winced. Oh dear, now he has a rather angry wyvern on his hand.

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

(( @unhollowedsouls, continued from here))

Leeroy shrugged: “I’m just one of the few sane ones still left, trying to survive and all.”

He took a second to take her in. She definitely doesn’t look like one of the random Yharnamites for sure, though she also doesn’t look like one of the regular hunters that he had seen stumbling around; definitely not a part of the church, something that the former member of the Holy Blades appreciated.

“You’re not one of the regular hunters that I see around here... name’s Leeroy, and you are..?”

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

(( @kingarise, continued from here))

“I am the Undead King of the City of Eleum Loyce, the second Abysswalker and the Grey Paladin.”

He stated plainly. There was no reason to hide who he was, and he was proud of his name too: the royal supreme commander of the Eleum Loyce Knights, warriors who swore themselves to fighting and containing the chaos underneath the fair city -

“Blade of the Lord Faraam, first son of lightning.” Leeroy’s lips curled into the slightest hint of a smirk at that, pride coursing through his veins. Who wouldn’t be proud of the fact they had been the chosen one of the god of war? He earned his right to be proud, he would say.

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

Blood Moon

((closed starter w/ @sir-melodies))

The former church hunter huffed, stumbling and wheezing with every step of the way. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! He should have brought more vials with him before he left his home, he really should have.

And now he’s probably going to bleed out here, in this backalley part of Yharnam that he doesn’t even know where he is at.

He shivered, leaning up against a wall though sliding down to the ground, panting. The crude bandage that he used to hold his wound shut had been colored red with his blood; it was getting harder and harder to breathe, just to remain conscious.

If he’s going to die here, then it’s truly the most bullshit thing any of the Great Ones could have pulled.

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

(( @fulgurantfirstborn, continued from here))

“I am but one of the few that serves you, my lord.”

Leeroy cast his gaze up only slightly, though bowed his head again: “Ages ago I once was a part of the Way of White, but I had left them long before.” However, he chose to leave out the part that he at one time served the Dark Sun Gwyndolin.

For after all, he had been quite the sadistic Darkmoon Blade: killing every sinner he had been sent after in rather gruesome ways that he, in all honesty, enjoyed.

“My name is Leeroy, Paladin Leeroy as some might have called me.”