In the Age of The Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, archtrees and the dragons who could not be toppled. But then there was a flame and with this fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, they came, and found the souls of the lords within the flame. Nito, the first of the dead. The Witch of Izalith and her daughters of chaos. Gwyn, the lord of sunlight, and his faithful knights. And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten. With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And the deformed dragon, Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons who were battled with, were no more.
Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon the flames will fade and only darkness will remain. Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign. Yes, indeed. The Darksign brands the undead. And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world... this is their fate. Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day an undead shall be chosen to leave the undead asylum, in pilgrimage, to the land of ancient lords, Lordran.
Birds were making noises. It was an asylum, several people who didn't look normal were banging on metal bars. These people are known as hollows, those who have died and gone insane, they've lost all forms of humanity. One person in particular was different from them all though. This person was named Nasus. He had a metal, pointed hat with a red cape and a red mask that covered the lower half of his face. He held a broken sword, sitting in his cell and awaiting the end of the world. He was one of the few who still had plenty of humanity within them.
Suddenly, a body dropped into the cell he sat in, a key coming off of it. Nasus looked up, seeing a knight looking down at him from the roof. "Pick it up." The knight said, leaving as Nasus looked over, grabbing the key. "A key huh... well... the only locked door I need to open is this cell..." He got up, walking over to the door and unlocking it. Nasus shouted, kicking the door open. He saw several hollows filling the hallway, walking forward, but then he heard a voice calling him. "Hey! Pst! Dude! Let me out!" Nasus turned, seeing a knight with a brown torn cape. He wore black and blue armor and had a longsword by his side.
"Ello there! Name's Wulfric. I see you've got a key to the doors. I'm not hollow, see? You mind opening this old door for me? I'll make it worth your while!" Nasus thought about it, then, he stuck the key in the lock, opening the door. "There. You're free." He said, Wulfric getting up and chuckling. He put his hand out to Nasus, "Thanks! What's your name chum?" Wulfric asked as Nasus shook his hand, "Nasus. I'm a knight. 18 years old. I became an undead on accident, but it seems I might have a destiny thanks to one knight who freed me." Wulfric laughed, shaking his hand more before letting go. "Nasus the knight! I bet you're from Astora eh? Well, I'll be your friend for now, when we get out of this asylum though, we'll part ways alright?" Nasus nodded, the two of them moving down the hall.
"Do we have to kill these hollows?" Nasus asked, Wulfric sheathing his sword. "No. They won't bother us. However, you can kill them if ya want a bit of a cleansing." He answered. Before they left the hall though, they could both feel the area shaking. "W-What's that!?" Nasus asked as Wulfric pointed to a window with bars. The window was showing the inside part of some sort of basement, a gigantic, green monster with a massive hammer pacing back and forth, slamming the hammer onto the ground every once in a while. "That's a demon. I call it the Stray Demon, because it's one of the few demons of its kind, and it has no purpose, it just sits in the basement and walks around that small area. Let's go." Wulfric lead Nasus into another room, looking at another doorway at the end of it. "Hope you're okay with getting your boots wet! Heh!"
Wulfric leapt into the water, wading through it as Nasus followed after, taking small steps in as he cautiously followed behind Wulfric. A red eyed hollow was sitting in the corner of the room, staring at them, following every movement. Wulfric climbed onto a ladder, beckoning to Nasus to follow. He began climbing, but when the latter began to climb, a hollow leapt out of the corner, grabbing Nasus by the leg. "W-What!?" He was caught offguard, Wulfric pulling out his longsword and piercing the head of the hollow. "There we go! Never seen the hollows in this room act like that. Let's keep going though."
They got to the top of the ladder, seeing something in the center of the room. It was a large stick, stabbed into the ground, embers blowing off of it. "That there is a bonfire. For some reason, they're only visible and usable to us undead. If you were to use it, all of your wounds will be healed. Pretty neat, ain't it?" Nasus walked past Wulfric, looking down at the bonfire. He put his hand to it, closing his eyes. "How do I light it..?" Wulfric smiled, looking at him. "Do what you're doing right now. Grab the stick, and you should feel it lighting if you have the willpower. I do of course, but I'll let you light this one since you're new to this." Nasus took a breath in, grabbing the stick as a flame lit at the bottom of it. Embers shot around him, the light filling the area as Wulfric clapped. "Right! You did it!"