The Reclusive Lord of the Profaned Capital
This is no ordinary ruin, Lucerne thinks as he makes his way past the small caches of charred treasure. A kaleidoscope of gold chalices, goblets, incense boxes with embedded crystals, candlesticks, silver decanters, and jewel-encrusted braziers. But even this horde of wealth pales in comparison to the huge piles of corpses left where they have fallen, scorched and malformed by the ancient calamity of the first flame's resurrection. Lucerne lifts his torch. The glow of his fire casts a red radiance on the blackened bodies. They have become part of the scenery now, melding into the walls in some places. Shadows of the burned men and women dance along the walls of mossy stonework, as if the dead had risen for one final dance in their hidden ossuary.
A sunken citadel of legend, the Profaned Capital. The dead entombed in these halls are the product of the flawed intentions of Yhorm the Giant, the old hero who destroyed everyone he swore to protect. The trauma has left him hollow and insane, and the years of the abyssal taint has turned this lord of cinder vicious and wild. Yhorm the Great, the Stalwart Shield, ruler of his own fallen country.
Lucerne sees the looming wall of fog at the end of the narrow hall, and knows that he has found his mark. He steps slowly through the unsettling mist.
-WEAPONS WIELDED-
Lucerne
Battle Axe
Washing Pole
Eleonora
Torch
Storm Ruler
Greatsword
Exile Greatsword
Carthus Curved Sword
Irithyll Straight Sword
Astora Greatsword
Carthus Curved Greatsword
Composite Bow
Lothric Knight Shield
