Eurum padded down the stone steps, searching. His Drake Sword was unsheathed, it was always unsheathed in this strange land. Ah, let a fellow introduce himself, shall we? Sir Eurum of Catarina, though humbly, he calls himself just... Eurum. Now, why was this knight traveling to the decaying land of Lordran? Two reasons. One, and the most important, to find his dearest friend's father. Now... This was in a fine tizzy, being separated from Sieglinde and tossed into an asylum in the north. That was clearly fun. Two... To perhaps find a cure for Undeath and the Darksign.
Anyway, he slowly descended the steps, eyes scanning through his onion helmet. Now... It was just the helmet. The rest was armor of his own design, called Obsidian Mail. He heard a wail, possibly a Hollow. Glancing around a corner, he caught sight of... A black knight?
Alright, what is that doing here? Is that some sort of guard? Eurum shook his head, slowly creeping forward. Getting behind the knight, he plunged his Drake-Bone sword through the offending creature's back. Hearing it screech, it slowly rose, covering its wound. By the great Lion! Eurum backed off, not having a shield. It swung its great sword at him, which buried itself into the floor, barely missing his feet. Rushing forward, he kicked his foe, which made it stumble, and he dropped his sword, grasping the knight's head firmly and twisted its neck, breaking it. Hearing the sickening snap, he released his grip and grabbed his sword. Hm. The thing was stronger than it looked. He picked up the greatsword the thing dropped after its death, and fastened it to his back. I bet Sieglinde will like it. Was his thought, though he didn't wish to think about the horrible possibility... Of the Hollowing.
Continuing further down, apparently he was near the top of the prison, he saw a knight... Bearing the mark of Astoria. It was the same who let him out of his cell, since he couldn't break the bars without his sword. "You... Alright?" He asked softly, crouching down next to the fallen knight. "I... Can no longer go on. The... Demon bested me." Demon? Perfect. Eurum shook his head. "Don't talk like that. Come on, I'll help you." The knight wearily shook his head. "Leave... Before I Hollow. Here... Take these. I no longer need them." He gestured to the Estus Flasks. "Very... Well. I will... Not forget." Grabbing the glowing flasks, he hung them around his belt, before getting up. Not looking about him, he called back: "May I have your name? So I have a name to remember with the face?"... Silence. The man was dead.
After leaving the room, and descending some steps, he ran into a group of Hollowed warriors. Sadly, Eurum had to slay them. They fell like trees in a winter storm. Claiming... A key? From one of their corpses. Alright. I can work with this. Seeing the next doorway covered in fog, he reached for it, instinct taking over. We walked through it, before wondering where he was.
He was overlooking a large courtyard, nothing out of ordinary with that. There was one anomaly. The gigantic, and pretty fat, demon standing just below him, staring at him with beady black eyes. Just the sight of it gave him the chills. Well, he's definitely not friendly. Eurum took a deep breath, before leaping off the small Terrance.
His sword had been pointed downward, so it got buried in the demon's head. Unable to pull it out before he got thrown off, he reached for the Black Knight sword, feeling its cumbersome weight slow him. He charged, raising the sword overhead to swing. He wasn't fast enough. Crack! The demon's hammer connected with his ribs, and he plowed into the wall. His vision instantly went fuzzy, pain erupting from his chest. Already he felt his left arm go numb, as he slowly got to his feet. Ribs... Maybe four of them. Perhaps my spine. Thankfully, the demon was content to advance slowly. Maybe it was the sword buried in its head.
Grasping one of the glowing flasks, he brought it to his lips as quick as he could, throwing the onion shaped helm away. The liquid was hot... Like liquid flame. After choking down the fiery drink, he gasped, feeling his ribs slowly pop back into place, blood being restored to his chest. Amazing. He grabbed the greatsword, rolling between the feet of the demon as he smashed the place where he was last. He stabbed upward, hearing the demon screech in pain, before toppling over.
Getting out from under the demon before it toppled, he watched it fall. He grasped the greatsword and slid it out of his enemy's flesh. Doing the same with his Drake Bone Sword (albeit it took a little longer), he opened the door it was apparently guarding. Opening it, he walked up the decrepit steps, putting on the onion shaped helmet that he had retrieved beforehand, as he felt the cool air wash over his armor.
... Now what? Eurum had no idea what to do now. Looking over the edge of the cliff, he saw part of Lordran in the distance, but there was no way off the cliff. Examining the edge, he felt around, looking for a switch. He was so absorbed by his task, he never noticed the huge black bird gliding toward him silently. Suddenly, its claws shot out and gripped the Obsidian Armor he wore. It took off, as Eurum let out a shout of surprise.
He quickly stopped struggling. The last thing he needed was to have the bird drop him, and turn him into Catarinian mush. He observed the land below, feeling frost creep into the joints of his armor, being so high up. After about an hour, he began to dispare that he would ever be let down. Finally, a specific set of ruins came into the distance, and the bird let him go.
Author's Notes
Okie dokey guys, so yeah. This is the Asylum. The way this story is gonna flow is by each major place to the plot is going to be a chapter.
Before anyone questions the whole Drake sword thing, let me clarify. It is a Drake Bone Sword, made from the remains of an ancient drake from Catarina. Not the Red Drake.
Ideas are welcome, but I have a pretty clear path for this.
