Hi! :D
My name is Xasha Dharkmir. Perhaps you've heard of Darkhair Xasha, keeper of the Zweihänder Blade of Ashandra, a sorcerer/greatsword-weilding adventurer who disappeared on her quest for the crystal enchantment. Right now you're probably thinking, "She doesn't even have a greatsword yet, she has a neat dagger but what's that gonna do?" I'll tell you what, this little pokey stick of trash is a useless piece. I couldn't even squish a spider with it. Even a potato bug would be hard to squish, I wish I had a larger weapon for bugs, I don't like bugs because they exist and also they're gross and I hate them. They have small brains and lack empathy, etc.
I'm a stranger to Lothric. I don't even belong in this era of time. A student of the ancient Dragon School of Vinheim, I left before I earned my sorceress degree because they don't let you swing giant swords there. Magicians don't like giant swords but I do, so this created a rift that could never be healed. I left in search of Master Logan, my old teacher, a silly man who was proud of his large hat, which was the biggest hat in all the land. But I think he was starting to go a little bonkers, for instance there were times he would lift the brim of his big black hat and stare at me with his fierce wizard's stare and start screaming nonsense and things like "DRAGONS MY DEAR, THAT IS THE KEY, THE KEY IS DRAGONS, DRAGONS DRAGONS DRAGOBS, I MUST FIND THE PALE DRAGON, THE PRIZED DRAGON DUKE OF OLD." For one thing I can't imagine why a dragonlord would ever be the duke of anywhere, and I also wondered, why was he always going on about dragons? Did he want to turn a dragon into a pet, do you think? I can understand wanting to do that but dragons, and for that matter unicorns are too noble and majestic to ever be tamed. To be honest I secretly wish I had my own baby dragon to care for, that would be a good thing I would be nice to it and give it meat treats if it was hungry, and sing it songs about sword fights, of which I know many.
Master Logan left Vinheim years ago. My teachers claim he left for the land of ancient lords, in search of more advanced sorceries. They say he possessed a unique power, one which could transform a sword's steel into blue, unbreakable crystal. . .SPELL. I simply must have it!
I was close to finding my old master, I think. I came upon a lonely forest filled with crystal golems, and felt that I was on the right track. But a massive Hydra emerged out of a cliffside lake, with its plethora of heads! I can defeat this creature quite casually, I remember thinking, but I was careless as enchantresses sometimes are, and after a mighty swing the blade of my greatsword became wedged inside one of the beast's reptilian heads, and I couldn't pull it out. I was dragged deep into the murky waters, and it squeezed me. And instead of dying - or perhaps it was after I died - I awoke in a different land and in a much different time, in the fragmented realm of Lothric. And this is where my true story begins.
This is a strange and terrible region, a landscape of graves and coffins in a future unknown to me. Everything here tries to kill me all the time, and every living thing appears to be insane. To make matters worse, I lost my favored sword, the Zweihänder Blade of Ashandra, and I seem to have forgotten most of my spells, all but for some very basic soul arrows. That's alright. I found a big blue gerbil here, I think it was some kind of a spiky gerbil. I don't want to ever see one again in my life but if I do, I'll kill it. That's a promise.
~Xasha
(This series runs concurrent with a blind playthrough
which can be viewed by accessing the link on my profile page).