All who art Undead art chosen. I am no exception to this rule. For 13 years of my life, I've lived as an Undead, watching the many heroes of Lordran visit Firelink Shrine. I've kept my entire life staying at Firelink Shrine, as I simply do not care what happens to Lordran, because it will all happen again, and again, and again until time stands still. Every day, there is a new arrival, and every day I give them the same spiel. "There are actually two Bells of Awakening. One up above in the Undead Church, and one down below in the ruins of Blighttown." Every day, I watch different Undead of different descents go up the hill with an assortment of armour and weapons. There's even the occasional naked bloke with nothing but a wooden club and a plank for a shield. The knights would heavily walk toward me, asking me where they go. Other Undead would run up the hill, just ignoring me. There was this human cleric that arrived, probably of the Way of White. Other clerics would go join him. Firelink Shrine is such a fun place, with all of these wayward souls.
There have been so many famous Undead at this Firelink. I've been blessed by the presence Big Hat Logan himself, the famed sorcerer "rescued" by a passing Undead. I never thought I'd see the old bloke again, after he set off for the Duke's Archives. There was this one knight, of Carim, that was clad in golden armour and blabbering on about how "his goddess loves him." It's all poppycock, I say. His goddess is Fina, the goddess of beauty. The catch about Fina is, if you shame her in any way, she'll abandon you forever. Logan's poor apprentice never got that chance to ask him where he was going. Logan was gone, then he was here, and then he was gone again. That poor apprentice went after him, and was never heard from again. I wonder if he's okay?
There was this old chap from the Great Swamp, a pyromancer, as one could have guessed. He was teaching his knowledge to all of the willing to learn his pyromancies. This one Undead, however, came to him with knowledge of more advanced pyromancy, taught to him by a witch down in Blighttown. After this, the poor pyromancer went down to Blighttown, in search of her. I'd say he went crazy in that swamp, or that the poison got to him. Whatever, he's gone now. I simply do not care.
There was another, but he wasn't Undead. He wasn't even human. The little bastard drove me insane like no other. The damned beast was larger than anything I've ever seen before. He was one of the Primordial Serpents, and he was here at Firelink Shrine! I was awe struck, but the awe didn't last long. The large serpent snored a storm, and its breath killed the flowers. I can't stay here at Firelink any longer. I'm going to take the elevator down to the New Londo ruins.
It's so peaceful down here. I can hear the wails of the tormented souls. The view of the destroyed city is just beautiful. It's so peaceful. It's so peaceful. Is so peaceful. So peaceful. Peaceful….