Dark dragon
The chosen undead looked at the corpse of the late Gwyn, lord of sunlight. A sigh of pity came unto his lips as the once proud king turned to ash; marking the end of the chosen undeads journey. He looked around the chamber looking for more enemies like the black knights he had felled. The only thing that was in the chamber was a bonfire, the last bonfire.
The chosen undead walked up to the fire and lit it. The fire suddenly flared up and soon the room was filled. The chosen undead thought to himself so this is how it ends a fitting death for a master pyromancer. Suddenly a voice filled the air
"Oh chosen undead your journey in this world has ended. But your story has just begun." Said the voice to the chosen undead. He felt a pull on him and then he felt no more.
When he awoke he was in a field with a village nearby. He felt like he had just died again, one of the typical things about undead die and get back up at a bonfire, as if just to iterate this there was a bonfire nearby. The chosen undead looked around. There was a road not to far away. Probably best to follow it he thought to himself. He took one step and relised that he was lighter than he remembered.
He looked down and saw that he was not wearing Smough's armor nor was he carrying the demons great axe. What he had on was the black knights' armor and a black knight's great axe. He puzzled this but decided to move on this was not the strangest thing to happen to him.
As he walked along the road he heard a sound. A beating of the earth and a strange bleating. He grasped the haft of his axe and moved ahead. Once he came above a hill he saw what had made the sound. A squad of horses, not something you see everyday where he came from, was surrounding two people. It was man and a woman. The man was fairly tall and slightly pointed ears, while the woman just as tall but more regal looking. They were surrounded by soldiers, one of whom was talking down to him pointing at a pack on the ground.
The chosen undead knew were this was going and had to decide what to do. But soon he came to a choice. The pair suddenly attacked the soldiers killing most of them with fist. However the man was killing a soldier when one came to stab him in the back.
The chosen undead loosed a bolt from the crossbow he always had on him which buried itself into the chest of the soldier. The soldier fell down as the man turned and saw the chosen undead.
"Are you friend or foe?" He called out. The chosen undead nodded his head before coming down. When he reached the man and woman the soldiers were all dead.
"Who are you?" asked the woman
"My names Gomer." Replied the chosen undead "what is yours?"
"My name is Bergan." Replied the man.
