Chapter Two
Fingers of Rosaria
"Rosaria, after Leonhard's death I tried to hunt down Rodarich," the Wizard pleaded, "but he is a master of disguise and can be anywhere at anytime!" Whispers echo through the room, slowly getting louder. "Oh yes, I see, capture, bring upon the Age of Dark, it will be done, if he doesn't get in the way."
"Ashen one, drink you will need your strength." the Ashen one awakens to the Fire Keeper and Rodarich sitting beside her. The hard cold stone lie beneath her, the Fire Keeper holds a strange flask full of a glowing yellow liquid. "Welcome to the bonfire, Unkindled One. I am a Fire Keeper, I tend to the flame, and tend to thee. The Lords have left their thrones, and must be deliver'd to them, to this end, I am at thy side." Ashen one looks at the deep claw marks across her abdomen as they slowly heal away, Rodarich hands Ashen one the flask from the Fire Keeper and the coiled sword. "Estus flasks, most potent healing for the undead," Rodarich proclaims, "keep Estus flasks always by your side." Ashen one rises from the floor with slight discomfort from her ribs, she puts the flask delicately into her satchel. "You should be off soon to the high walls of Lothric," Rodarich insists, "and sorry I can not go with you, but do not fret Ash, I will be watching over you." Ash bows to Rodarich. As Rodarich leaves the Firelink Shrine he watchs Ash stick the coiled sword into the bonfire.
Rodarich walks through the decaying ruins of the Undead Settlement, with every gust of the wind a disgusting rotten smell is blown through the surprisingly empty streets. A loud thump comes from above, startled Rodarich stops and looks up at the rooftops, he quickly equips his axe, he listens closely to the sounds above, a blue light appears in his hand, he waves it over himself. A hooded man with leather armour jumps down from above, looking around in every direction, he leans against a wooden crate utterly bewildered, the hooded man shrugs and climes back up onto the roof. After a few minutes Rodarich un-transform's from a box, "Assassin's, so this is what the new Ringfinger of Rosaria has to offer," Rodarich whispers to himself, "I think it's about time I pay a visit to my brother."
After a bit of traveling Rodarich arrives at the Cathedral of the Deep, Rodarich approaches a chapel, he tugs on the large doors that do not budge for they are locked, he looks around for another entrance, he sees some graves that go up around the chapel so he goes through them, as he walks through the silent graves the smell of rot overcomes his senses. He continues onward to a white birch tree with multiple hollows wandering around it, Rodarich ready's his axe and moves in to attack until a giant arrow falls from the sky, the shock-wave from the arrow hitting the ground sends the hollow's flying, even Rodarich stumbles for a moment before getting behind cover and looking for where it came from, far in the distance he can see the smallest figure standing on a tall stone tower, Rodarich takes a running jump and waves his hand over himself, as a barrel he rolls past the white birch, stopping only when he hits against some stairs, he un-cloaks, dusts himself off and heads up into the Cathedral.
Wandering through the confusing twists and turns of the Cathedral, screams of tortured hollows echo through the halls, Rodarich watchs as a Grave Warden patrols a dineing room, sneaking through the shadows, he manages to get behind it, useing his axe, he does a swift chop at its neck, with its teeth still chattering the Grave Wardens head falls to the floor. Rodarich strips the Grave Warden of its rotting decrepit clothes and put's them over his armour, he takes off the tricorne hat stuffing it into his chestplate before putting the the hood atop his head. The sharp twin blades drag across the ground as Rodarich stumbles past unaware hollows, Rodarich stops and watch's as an albino man with blood red eyes strolls down the hall toward him, Rodarich stares at the mans tattoo of the Warrior of Sunlight emblem over his left eye before he snaps out of it and quickly turns away, after watching the man walk past him Rodarich begins to trail him.
Rodarich follows the man down a long corridor, until a knife at his throat stops him, the albino man turns toward Rodarich. "Dear Brother, you didn't think I would recognize you especially with Leonhard's mask on?" Eldarich teases, "You must not be as skilled in disguise as I thought!" Rodarich stays silent, he stares Eldarich in the eyes. "Well, we can't have you getting in the way of the Age of Dark, off to Ithryll, the Jailers can deal with you."