Yulia

by Kyle Stoppard

I wanted to write some pieces on various areas, enemies or NPC's within Dark Souls as a way of paying further homage to the game. In this case it also just gave me an excuse to walk around Undead Burg for ages, like the good old days.

Yulia Of The Burg

Moss had taken refuge on the homes that had been swept. A blood-stained wall sat to the left of me and my captor. Many of the trinkets the hollow traded were of the odd sort. Never-ridden souls often traipsed through, quivering in their salvaged boots. Some would converse with us for hours, as their eyes trailed off to the base of the burg, perhaps because of the goat demon that resided there... But who knows? There's always something worse around every corner. I usually just sit starring at the slammed shut window shutters that stipple the burg, fantasising about the fluorescent frolics that may or may not have occurred behind them. Blues and greys entwine to insist a rainy day is feasible. The outer burg walls a formidable structure, eyeing me constantly. I draw multiple covetous looks throughout the day and cast them back at the walls, if only I could escape this outdoor cesspit once and for all.