With Our Last Breath

by Trainer Kirk

Lordran is a land of loss. It knows death and suffering quite like no other. It's inhabitants know this better than any other. Very few travel its forbidding landscape and escape to tell the tale. Be it the curse of hallowing or falling from the blade of a foe, eventually, all will fall. It is with their last breath that one truly understands where he stands...

2. Paladin Leeroy

AN: Although most people would disagree, I find that the invaders have some of the obscure stories and thus make it more fun to write about. Although Leeroy is far from my favorite character, I figured a short chapter and this paladin would be an easy excuse for me to take my time on the next one

Chapter 2: Leeroy, Pallodin of Thorolound

By Gwyn's name, that wretched demon hits hard. Thank the gods for this cave. *scoff* How shameful, the cowardice of hiding! Ah, but how far I've come. My banishment from Thorolound began this quest, and it seems The Gravelord will end it. *grunt* ah, this wound is deep. 'Tis only a matter of time before his minions find me...*sigh*. I have no right to complain, I've led a full life. Well, lives. The journey was long and trecherous, and those tombs stretched for miles with perols never seeming to let up. Tis only thanks to my dearest companions that I've made it this far, and yet I have failed them just as ive failed my Lord Gwyn and my country. *Nito steps into view* Ha, took you long enough, clobbering beast. *Glances at weapons* I have no regrets, and I suppose, if this shall be the final breath drawn by these undead lungs: Grant, Sanctus, Thank You.