There. Just next to my coffin, hidden in plain sight: an unadorned club, clearly meant as a weapon from the leather wraps around the handle, and a crude shield made of wood planks. Seven gold coins, tarnished with age, were strewn about it. Odd. Next to the club... It couldn't be. An Estus flask?
That's a fabled treasure of the Und—
I cut off the thought mid-sentence, my eyes widening with dawning realization. I sat back down in the coffin, held a hand to my mouth, and stared in horror at the items laid before me. I had died. Not just from the sword-wielding maniac, but... sometime before. I had joined the ranks of the Undead in their lost lands. I don't remember how it had happened, but it was a fact I'd need to come to grips with, and fast, or I'd end up with a fate worse than death—or Undeath. I grabbed the coins and the Estus flask, giving it a kiss for good luck, and then snatched up the club. I took up the plank shield. With a grunt, I tested my hold on my new implements, and found they suited me just fine.
The trials and tribulations of Ashemma, Deprived Unkindled, as she seeks to unravel the mysteries of Lothric and remember who she is. (Deprived is an unofficial Dark Souls fan comic.) [WARNING: Partial/Obscured Nudity]
Comments (5)
See all