#through lordran

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

Evolution of the Leeroy, from DS1, down to Bloodborne.

The Paladin Errant, the Ruler of Eleum Loyce, the Champion of the Dark, and the Last of the Holy Blades.

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

Dawn of Anor Londo

((Closed starter w/ @lupus-eques))

Leeroy grunted with effort as he pushed the rotating mechanism back into place. The rotunda rumbled beneath his feet, rising back to its original position and leaving him to bath in the sunlight of Anor Londo. 

Heh.

If only those others knew that the sun was naught more than an illusion, if his visits to Darkmoon Tomb had proved anything to the Paladin Knight. Though truthfully, deep down, he questioned this decision by Gwyndolin: deception, even if it was a little white lie, could still come back and bite one hard in the ass when nobody realizes so.

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

“Sure you didn’t.”

// @imtrustypatches I had to tag you or it’s a crime lol

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

perpetuallyadrift// “It was so quiet I could hear my blood rushing through my veins.”

“Those hollows, I presume?”

The Paladin held his palm out against the warmth of the bonfire, letting it seep through his chainmail gauntlet before he looked up at the sorcerer: “They are not the most intelligent creatures, you can hide from them fairly easily if you know how to go about it.”

// @perpetuallyadrift

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

perpetuallyadrift// 🌀

Blood, so much blood, it soaked through the chainmail and the white fabric that made up of his armor. Even his vision danced in and out of focus as he gasped feebly.

Thankfully though, Sanctus was still attached to his arm, no matter how much the arm felt as though it was burning, with the guts and openings inflicted by those massive skeletal beasts down in the catacombs.

He was damn lucky that he was still alive.

// @perpetuallyadrift