Yes, indeed.

It is called Lothric, where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge. In venturing north, the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words:

"The fire fades, and the lords go without thrones."

When the link of fire is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves. Aldrich, Saint of the Deep, Farron's Undead Legion, the Abyss Watchers, the reclusive lord of the Profaned Capital, Yhorm the Giant.

Only, in truth... the Lords will abandon their thrones. And the Unkindled will rise.

Nameless, accursed Undead, unfit to even be cinder and so it is that ash seeketh embers...

The bell tolls as a knight slowly emerges from his final resting place. With one hand on the side, he brings himself up to the light. Glancing at the vast landscape in front of him, his purpose was still unknown. He was in a graveyard. Graves were as far as the eye could see, but there was still light breaking though the clouds. Finally taking use of his legs, the knight rose, getting out of the coffin one foot at a time. He took his helmet off, and looked himself over. A suit built from solid iron, a long sword sheathed on his right side, and a shield on his back. He felt something on his right hand so he removed his gauntlet. Upon further examination of his finger, he noticed that he had a small ring on, a red jewel was in the middle of it. He put the gauntlet back on, and noticed an orange flask clipped to his belt. Taking the flask off his belt, and took a swig of it. One third of it vanished down his throat and he felt energized. He clipped it back onto his belt, and put his helmet back on as well.

"W-Where am I?" the knight finally asked himself, hoping to have someone just respond out of nowhere, willing to answer all of the questions he had. He knew that no one would respond. He decided to start walking, and an orange inscription on the ground caught his eye. He knelt down. It was obvious that it was some type of writing, but he couldn't tell what they said. While he was getting back up, he noticed a figure facing away from him.

"Excuse me, sir? Could you inform me of where we are?" The supposedly human being turned to him, revealing that this man had lost several if not all of his marbles. His dark blue gown was stained all over, dirt covered it. His face was covered by the hood that rested on his head. He was grasping tightly onto a broken short-sword in his right hand.

"Nevermind," the knight said, placing his hand on his concealed weapon and his other hand was already reaching for his shield. "I think I can find my way... so I'll be going now..." The hallow made no sound, but quickly closed the gap in between the two as the unkindled grabbed his sword and shield. At the last second, the knight raised said shield, the broken sword slamming against it with little force. He rose and quickly stabbed the warden where he stood. The defeated fell to the ground, releasing a couple dozen souls that the knight accidentally inhaled. He coughed, but felt better after a short while. He felt somewhat... stronger. Like he was fighting as two now...

He turned and saw another path. Walking through the water slowly, he saw a glowing sphere being held tightly by a crumpled up corpse. After an attempt to slowly bend the owner back, not hurting the corpse, it snapped in two. The knight backed up and screamed, raising his weapons.

It took him a minute to realize that this dead would stay dead, unlike the types in Drangleic.

He grabbed the glowing orb which he realized was a huge clump of souls. He stuffed them into his pocket, and they soon vanished from his load. He thought he had lost them, and immediately touched them when he stuck his hand into his pockets. He sighed in relief, and continued back to where he had the encounter with the undead.

He came upon a broken bird pool, the sun shining through the clouds down onto him. Another hallow was laying down next to the pool for birds, and a dead adventurer was leaning against it. When the knight approached the duo, the grave warden rapidly rose to his feet. He still had his weapons ready, and he struck the attacker before he could even land a single hit. Inhaling more souls, he knelt in front of the deceased elite knight.

"Damn," he muttered, under his breath. He saw a different kind of flask on the belt of this particular knight. He unhitched it from his belt, and examined it. It was blue instead of orange. He didn't dare to try due to the small amount that was present in the bottle. He put it on his belt next to the orange one. He rose to his feet, and looked around.

There were three paths. One to the left, one to the right, and the one straight down the middle that looked like the way out. An archer stood guard down the middle path. He thought, and believed that a well timed ambush down the left path could catch the archer off guard. He walked up the small incline, and another grave warden met him. He stabbed swiftly and fatally, the hallow fell, dead, letting go of his precious souls. The knight turned a corner and saw the archer, still unaware of his location, but the second the knight began walking down the stairs, the archer turned towards him and began loading a bolt into his crossbow. At this time, he saw that the bolt's tip had been engulfed in fire. The unkindled rolled towards the archer in a panic. Luckily, the archer didn't expect his opponent to be this confident in his attack and he shot right over the rolling mad man. The knight's fear that was mistaken as confidence proved beneficial as he got to his feet and slashed the archer into two. More souls flowed into him.

He looked towards the path that was once to the right of him. Two wardens of the graves rose, and immediately charged him. He had gotten used to these unworthy foes, and dispatched of them quickly, along with their buddy who was just slamming his fist against a destroyed wall. When he turned to continue down the route he was taking, another soul clump caught his eye, but this one was once part of a grave warden who got his bucket kicked fairly recently. He grabbed the clump off of the dead body and looked it over. It was gleaming a lot less than the previous one he picked up was, but it still held energy. He put the soul into his pocket.

He looked down the final alternate way. He saw another orange marking scribbled under the water, but this time he could read it.

"Turn back," he said, reading the message aloud. He scoffed. "C'mon, how hard could it be?" He resumed his jog of a pace and shortly came upon another section of the graveyard and also... a large, monstrous beast sitting in the corner. It stood out like red on white with it's gleaming blue coat... not coat, crystal-like exterior... not crystal-like, an actual crystal exterior.

The beast immediately took notice to the newcomer in the place he called home. The crystal lizard roared, got into a ball, and rolled towards his new opponent. The knight rolled to the left at the last second as the lizard smashed into the wall, both having no wounds. He ran towards the small-house-sized animal and slashed at the beast. It felt pain, but not nearly as much as the previous foes he had encountered.

It roared once more, and swiped at the damage-dealer. The unkindled flew a few feet back, feeling weaker than he ever had before. He unclipped the flask as quickly as he could, and after a quick chug, he put it back in place. He felt better as if the attack had never happened in the first place. With this new found sense of comfort, he ran at the beast a second time, swinging several times before backing up as the crystal being swiped again. As the gap between the two grew bigger and bigger, it jumped in the air towards the knight, smashing into the ground, releasing crystals from the ground to be shot out at an incredible fast pace. The knight swung several more times, and the lizard respond with slamming itself into the knight, causing immense pain.

He burst into a scream that mimiced the pain his entire body felt. He crushed the lizard's arm with the power of his next swipe. The lizard was sent back, stunned. He ran towards the beast for one last, killing blow. His sword went through the crystal being's unprotected underbelly, and it fell to the ground and released its souls. More souls than all of the grave wardens combined. He fell to the ground, gasping for air.

He had overcome the beast. He felt... confident, smart, tactical, strategic, brave, powerful, and other emotions clouded his mind. A smile formed on his face as he rose and looked over his victim. One of the scales had become loose and he ripped it off. The animal vanished into dust. the He looked his new treasure over. Thinking that it could be worth something, he shoved it into his pocket. He noticed yet another soul clump in front of a grave and picked it up.

"Well, I think I've got a good start here," he said, heading back to the path he was meant to take since the beginning.

As he began climbing the cliff, a castle came into view to his right. It was quite tall, and he turned around, realizing that it had been there all along, and a lot bigger than expected. He turned to face forward once more and saw a bell tower.

"There you are..." he mumbled, his hidden face gleaming with excitement. He turned to his left and saw a sword in coals that was unlit. He came close to it, squatted down, and held his hand above it to see if it let off any heat. The bonfire then burst into flames, scaring the living shit out of him. He backed away, but was soon drawn back to it for the warmth it gave to him. As he sat around it, he felt himself get heavier just a bit. He saw that the flask he had taken a drink out of had been replenished to it's full state. He felt better, he felt comforted. He stood, ready to get to the bell tower as soon as he could.

Walking down the path, a grave warden with a small buckler and spear stood in front of him and another grave warden who was armed with a crossbow. He killed both of them in a matter of seconds, and took a right downhill towards another part of the cliff. Three grave wardens stood, all holding actual short-swords that weren't broken. They all ran at him in a mad fury. Although they were killed quickly, one scraped the knight's face. He cussed, but continued, taking a right down a bit to a little area with another spear and crossbow duo. Both were killed quickly, and he was about to pick up what he thought were more souls, but they were actually firebombs. Small brown spheres perfect for lighting on fire for a small, compact, and deadly explosion. Putting the newly found group of items into his pocket, he rose back up to where he was, and noticed three more undead guarding a courtyard. He killed the lot of them easily, and saw a ledge that he could easily climb. The knight threw his arm up, rose himself up, and picked up a small grey stone. He assumed this also had some value, and shoved it into his pouch.

Jumping down, he approached the courtyard and saw a large figure with a sword stuck into him who was frozen in a kneeling position. Coming closer to his paralyzed adversary, he saw that this figure was a knight, three times his size. The larger one of the two's armor was gray, but had rusted over time, and a halberd sat upright in front of him.

"Do you need help?" the knight asked his fellow, one story tall knight. No response. "I hope that means yes." He put his hands onto the sword and pulled as hard as he could. It came out like butter, and the judge responded with a sudden, although slow, rise as he grabbed his halberd. He looked at his 'savior' and lunged towards him, his halberd coming straight towards the unkindled's chest.

SHINK

The halberd ignored the armor entirely, stabbing straight threw the knight's chest and coming out his back. A shriek was heard throughout the land; it's origin being a very unfortunate man who just wanted to help someone out. He was thrown towards the entry point he used previously. He tried to escape, but a wall made of pure fog blocked his way. Coughing up blood, he took a quick sip of Estus, his wounds healing almost simultaneously, the hole in his stomach shrinking. He rose to his feet, and ran towards the tower of a knight. His blade didn't stab through the judge's armor, but Iudex Gundyr could feel the beating he was receiving. He feel back down to his knees.

"Don't mess with me!" said the knight, his voice full of confidence. Directly after the warning, the fallen knight's arm transformed into a huge brown arm with a claw. A large, black, puss like thing emerged from his head, new eyes were formed at the top of the monstrosity that were neon red. "Oh."

The arm scrapped against the water, and went upright causing the knight to fly towards the exit once more. With another sip of estus, he ran towards his transformed foe. Although the sword cut through the black puss easier, but it didn't have the same impact it did before. The freak of nature backed up, and charged him again. This time, he was ready.

He rolled to the left, dodging the lunge in the nick of time. He immediately turned around after getting back on his feet, and ran the sword down the judge for the last time. The huge beast exploded into souls, more than all of the previous enemies had. A wave of fire spat out of the ground, a bonfire emerged in the midst of it. The knight approached it, lit it, and curled up around, falling asleep.