They were all insane. That poor, crusading fool, Artorias, had rushed to Oolacile on some quest to save that traitorous sorceress, Dusk; the Princess Dusk who was deceived by a Primordial Serpent and brought the Abyss upon her own city. Ciaran followed swiftly after Artorias when he left. She was always fond of him, though he was too preoccupied with heroics to take notice of her subtle endearment. Ciaran said they would send word to Gwyn when the Elite were regrouped. Things had taken a turn for the worse since then. Neither Ciaran nor Artorias returned, and I can only assume some overwhelming power overtook them there. Gough stood by my side for some time, but he grew anxious for his fellow warriors.
"Listen, Ornstein, I can hear something stirring in Oolacile. I can feel its voice clawing and burrowing into my skull. If I stay in Anor Londo any longer I fear I will go mad. I must find what lurks in Oolacile."
It was futile to protest. I was the last of the Knights of Gwyn to remain in Anor Londo. Lord Gwyn was on a crusade with half of his army of knights to rekindle the First Flame. Artorias, Ciaran, Gough, and I were meant to stay behind and guard. Yet here I stand alone, guarding the forsaken cathedral. For years to come, after growing weary of the return of my friends, after sending so many knights to bring word of Lord Gwyn but receiving nothing I became more and more angry. Each knight to return to me with no word of our ruler was swiftly punished. Executioner Smough was sent for, and with a single fall of his hammer each failed knight was pulverized.
Smough had taken his place beside me, as he had wanted to for so long. This gigantic, crude being was silent and obedient. I would tell him to crush someone and he would. I wielded him like a weapon, although he was a disturbing thing to watch at times. After each execution he would rip the shattered bones from his mangled victims, and then when he was hungry he would powder the bones and season his food with it. At times I could catch him sneaking a look at Gwynevere through her chamber doors. He seemed to be infatuated with her, and when I confronted him about it he surprised me with the first words that he had ever spoken to me. His voice was twice as loud as any normal man's and thrice as low as anything I had ever heard.
"How can I not admire our Lady?" His words were clearly spoken, without the slightest hesitation. I was starkly aware of his tone of voice, spoken as if to a nuisance who had interrupted his meal. He continued to look into her chamber. I was suddenly very angry to be addressed with such disrespect.
"You can return to your post and not defile our Lady with your eyes' presence."
He slowly turned his head toward me and then his eyes followed and locked with mine. He approached me with his hammer in hand.
Suddenly we were assaulted by the sound of the guards outside of the cathedral under siege. Smough turned and began walking to the elevator.
"I will wait for their arrival. You watch our Lady, but do not defile her with your presence," He said and began descending to the lower level. There was an understood anger between our gazes as he disappeared. He looked as if he wanted to murder me.
After a moment of waiting a lowly undead appeared opposite to us. I walked slowly forward and then jumped down beside Executioner Smough, both ready to defend this place, and to defend our Lady.