“In the Age of Ancients,The world was unformed, shrouded by fogA land of grey crags, archtrees, and everlasting dragons
But then there was FireAnd with Fire came Disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course.. Light and Dark.
Then, from the Dark, They cameAnd found the Souls of Lords within the flame.
Nito, the first of the deadThe Witch of Izalith, and her daughters of chaosGwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knightsAnd the furtive pygmy, so easily forgotten
With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the dragons.
Gwyn’s mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scalesThe witches weaved great firestormsNito unleashed a miasma of death and disease
And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no moreThus began the Age of Fire
But soon, the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain
Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nightsAnd amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.”
You are Undead, cursed, and left rotting in the Northern Undead Asylum. Break free, and reach Lordran, the land of Ancient Lords.
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