vigilante17

The Knights of old, Standing tall and proud long ago in a land filled with snow. Rings distributed amongst them, Clouding their minds, their focus, and their pure drive besmirched. The Rings were given to them by the Pontiff, Sulyvahn. Bitter from exile of their home by the wishes of the Pontiff, The innocent warrior's fates were sealed. The hounding eyes of the one who had banished them had taken over, and they were no longer themselves. Something had taken over them. The Dark Corruption from those accursed Rings. Their limbs extended, they had grown tenfold, and their sanity was no longer. the cold air they breathed within their helms t

You had wanted to keep flame far away from the frigid lands of Ariandel, in hopes it would benefit the Painted World. But to only to become of it, would be rot. I was tasked to give flame to the Young Painting Lady. You, I had no real ill intentions or will of you prior to this. You had tried to turn me away, along with your servant Sir Vilhelm. That Silver tongue of yours, calming as it truly was, I had sensed something offcoming about it, eerily tranquil about it. I myself sought to find out the truth myself . horrified i had taken actions into my own hands to discover a land of cold and frozen feeling on the surface, and dying , rotting w