Some OC minor characters. Just want to give this story a little more life.
Giving a Roman feel to these ones. I'm not the best at making names.
Commander Caius Latro of the stood outside observing his troops in one of the many courtyards inside the Ivory Citadel in Anor Londo. Each and every one of them stood at attention, their spears stood upright while their swords were sheathed at their silver armor gleaming with each strike of lightning sailing across the heavens. His archers stood in the rear with their great bows by their sides. A quick observation of their faces revealed nothing, it was covered by their T shaped helmets. This was his legion. His legion of Silver Knights.
Commander Latro observed the night sky. Heavy storm clouds gathered over Anor Londo, showering the city in heavy rainfall and lightning. It was a rare sight because it rarely ever rained like this, or rained at all for that matter. Even with the rain the city was easily visible from all directions. After observing the sky, he turned his gaze back toward his knights. Just by the way they fidgeted and turned their heads slightly to observe their environment told him they didn't appreciate being assembled like this. Especially in the middle of a freezing rainy night. They hated it.
After a few moments of silence he spoke in a loud clear voice. All attention focused on him.
"Gentlemen, as of now Lord Gywn wants this city under full alert and and all legions are to be mobilized and ready within the next few hours."
He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He could hear a murmur sweeping across his troops. They were curious.
"About one hour ago, refugees from Ooliacile entered our city."
He took a bigger breath, what he would tell them next would put them into high alert.
"Among the refugees a came woman corrupted by the dark and from there she unleashed the taint at the front gates of our glorious city. The corruption has been casualties so far is over one thousand and still counting"
He could hear murmurs of disbelief, followed by a quiet surge of angry voices. An attack on the capital meant war and they knew it.
"I received word just moments ago that our legion will be deployed in the next few day. I'm not sure where. As of now we are to guard the west gate to the citadel."
With a wave of his hand he ordered his men to fall in formation behind him. Marching in the rain to the west gate.
The Lord of Sunlight sat on his throne, both of his hand folded as he looked at everyone entering the room. His sword leaning by his side and his cold grey eyes observing everyone as they sat the table in front of him.
He gave off the appearance of an tired old man. Everyone in the room however knew that he would be able to vaporize most of them with ease. The aura he gave was overbearing.
The throne room was huge, his throne was raised above the ground so he would be able to easily observe the room. While the room itself was rectangular and with two giant doors as entrances. It was easily large enough to fit hundreds of occupants.
The room itself was guarded by at least one of his four great knights along with a legion of Silver Knights. Just outside the throne rooms entrance stood a hundred Giant Sentinels. It would be almost impossible for anyone other than the other Great Lords to get through. Even his own four great knights would not be able to make it past the guards.
He did a quick observation of the occupants. He saw the scaleless albino Seath in the far corner, his son Gwyndolin and daughter Gywnevere bickering next to each other. Among the occupants he saw many of his fellow gods. He took notice all but one of his four trusted great knights were missing.
While Artorias and Ornstein were organizing the mess at the main gate and Hawkeye Gough was on his way. His best assassin, Lords Blade Ciaran was assisting him organize. She was the knight in charge of the throne rooms defense this day.
She stood in the shadows by his throne, her porcelain mask made her expression unreadable. After all the guests arrive she finally spoke to him. Her cold, crisp voice cutting through the air around him.
"Milord, almost all you summoned are accounted for. Currently we are missing Nito, Artorias, Gough, Ornstein, and Bishop Havel." She reported.
The Lord of Sunlight pondered those missing. Nito he knew would take awhile to arrived, if he even bothered to come. His other three knights would arrive shortly. Havel opted to lead his personal troops to Ooliciale. Havel was known for his immense hatred for magic and dragons. After Gywn offered Seath the Scaleless a position within his kingdom, his relations with Havel sunk ever since.
Havel would barely even make contact Gywn, only ever talking to him if he was being ordered to deploy someplace. Having Havel be at a place where a possible coup may have been attempted did not sit well with him. He would not dwell on that for too long, he still had to attend to his guest waiting patiently for him.
He finally stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He spoke
" I must thank all of you for coming. As you know we had an outbreak of the the Abyss on this cities very steps."
He observed their expressions. They ranged from contempt, disgust, hate, and even shame.
"Never before had an event like this take place. After hundreds of years, we never faced a crisis as horrifying as this. Never before had our power been challenged." The Lord of Sunlight project his voice throughout the room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his other three great knights enter the room, all of them taking a place around the room to listen.
"We are quite possibly nearing the end of an era, the First Flame is fading, it's power is waning. We only have so much time for a solution and with the growing threats and problems around, we must act quickly. Therefore as of now I am authorizing all legions to be mobilized for war to combat our enemies."
In the crowd he heard a murmurs of agreement. Everyone knew the gravity of the situation. Everyone was in agreement. This was war.
"Such a noble plan, but will it truly mean avail any of you anything?" A raspy voice suddenly said out of nowhere. When the voice spoke it sounded liked hundreds speaking in perfect synchronization. The rooms occupant looked for the source, but found nothing.
Suddenly the giant doors leading inside the throne room slammed open as a dark figure emerged. What stood before them could be described as mountain of skeletons attached to each other and moving as one being. It was Nito, The Lord of Death. The first of the dead. The mountain of corpses began approaching Lord Gwyn. Some of the skeletons fell out, only to get up and trail behind the death lord.
The room became visibly darker as the light sorcery lanterns became dimmer as he passed. The occupants suppressed shivers as the corpses on Nito's body stared at them, the skulls seemed to being grinning mockingly. The Lord of Death was soon only meters away from The Lord of Sunlight. The four knights of Gywn stood before their lord, their hands resting on their weapons. The sized difference between the five beings before Nito was tremendous. Nito easily loomed over them, casting a dark shadow on them. Hundreds of skulls stared at them. Empty eye sockets gave no hint of emotion.
The Lord of Sunlight was one of the few in the room not unnerved. Nito represented death, while Gwyn represented life. Complete opposites. The Great Lord looked at his surrounding knights, all eager to protect their lord.
"Ornstein, Ciaran, Gough, and Artorias, all of you stand down and step aside."
They hesitated, before slowly stepping aside. Having the one who represented death stand so close to your lord did not make them comfortable. But nevertheless they complied.
Turning back to Nito, he addressed his fellow Lord.
" Lord Nito, it is a pleasure for you to be here. I welcome you into this city." The Lord of Sunlight greeted the mountain of corpses. He kept a friendly smile on his face, but beneath he felt nothing but repulsion for the Death Lord. Life and death were opposites sides of the spectrum. Neither worked well with each other.
Hundreds of voices answered him, " Enough with the false pleasantries oh Lord of Sunlight, I answered your call to this foolish meeting now let us get on with it."
The Lord of Sunlight frowned. It was never pleasant dealing with The Lord of Death.
" Nito you are aware of the condition of the First Flame, the demons in Izalith, and outbreak of the Abyss in Ooliacile. Anor Londo will meet all these threats head on. We are heading to war and I ask of your assistance in our crisis."
"YOUR crisis Lord Gwyn. Not mine. Izalith does not concern me, neither does Ooliacile. The people of those cities die only to join my ever growing legions in death. This war of yours does not concern me." Nito declared, all his voices harsh.
"The First Flame is fading. The source of our power is fading, surely you can not ignore that!" The Lord of Sunlight declared.
"Have you gone senile in your old age Gywn? I am The Lord of Death. The death of this world means little to me. I am everlasting, you are not. Even you too will join my ranks."
Lord Gywn bristled at the comment. A grim reminder to him. He was at a loss for words.
Around the room the other god's watched the two Great Lords argue. To have death on your side would surely mean victory for them. It was a utter disappointment when death declined.
"You seem to forget also oh Lord of Death, the Abyss is all consuming. It's utter blackness would consume you also. The darkness cannot die." A female voice rang out thought the meeting of the god's. The voice had a mocking tone to it.
Everyone turned to the sound of the voice. It was a woman in the far corner of the room. She was dressed all black robes, her skin was a ghostly white. The dimly lit lamps made her seem like a ghost. Her head was covered by a hood, it cast a shadow over her face. A black crow was perched on her shoulder. On the outside, she appeared as a young beautiful woman. The other god's new better than that. She was quite possibly the oldest being in the room. Possibly more ancient than woman walking down the toward the two great lords was Velka, the Goddess of Sin.
In the town of Ooliacile, a man in armor made out of heavy solid rock sat observing his troops unloading carts full of weapons. The men and woman in front of him worked hard and fast, even as heavy rain pelted them from the night sky. The lack of light did not help them either. Getting those weapons unloaded was a priority for him.
Havel the Rock watched from a nearby building serving as their temporary command post. During the Abyss outbreak, Havel led his small army into the city, slaying as many corrupted beings that came across them. They found a small plaza inside the town. They used it for there base for the last weeks. Many citizens that escaped the slaughter from the corrupted flocked to Havel's Army for protection. The forces of Anor Londo left them when they evacuated everyone else.
Many had felt hate for the gods now. Havel had gained loyal followers. They were loyal to him for not abandoning them.
This was perfect. Ooliacile would serve as his staging ground. The god's he believed were corrupt. Too immersed in their own power to notice those beneath them. The Abyss outbreak only helped his plans. With the leaders of the town dead, Havel was the sole leader of the group. The towns leaders foolish attempts to control that THING far beneath the town only got them killed. THAT thing couldn't be controlled. It could be guided though, guided to Anor Londo. In the chaos caused by it, he could attack and take his revenge. Revenge specifically in Lord Gwyn.
The thought drove him mad. He served proudly to his lord, and yet The Lord of Sunlight saw it fit to give that traitorous dragon a place in his kingdom. Havel could not stand the thought of it. Those things were animals, slaughtering everything and everyone in their path. Havel put them down like the animal they were.
A voice shook him out of his thoughts.
" Lord Havel, the weapons are stored. The troops are returning to their regular duty."
It was a Captain Aelia Lepida, an officer under his command. She wore heavy plate mail armor. Her brown hair was cut short and her left eye was covered with an eyepatch. She challenged a Silver Knight to a dual and lost. She held a grudge on them ever since.
"Good, we will begin training the refugees with them tomorrow. You are dismissed" he replied.
She bowed then left the room. The weapons would prove to be valuable. Swords, maces, axes, clubs, and all sorts of weapons infused with the power of the Occult. The power to kill a god. He let a silent thanks to the Goddess of Sin. Her weaponry would prove to be valuable. He would meet her tomorrow to discuss their plans. Her plans.
End of chapter
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