Log 16

After setting out from the Roundtable hold, I began my exploration of the area surrounding Stormveil Castle. There is much to see here, and dangers abound. But every battle I survive is one that makes me stronger, and every battle I don't is a lesson learned. The advantages of the Tarnished become clearer and clearer.

My journey began with the rest of the hill overlooking the fields of Limgrave from which I arrived. Aside from the local wildlife, my first discovery was an Evergaol. I remember seeing one near the borders of my homeland, an odd magical prison that was said to hold an ancient warrior, too dangerous to be allowed to roam free, but too powerful to be executed or held by any bars. I ventured inside, and came across a living legend. I recognized that armor as soon as I saw it. I spent hours poring over the legends of Lord Godfrey and his knights in my youth. The tales and exploits of the mighty Crucible Knights were what first inspired me to pick up a sword, and now I've crossed swords with one of them.

It goes without saying that I didn't stand a chance. I don't know what such a hero could've done to earn this imprisonment, but he cut me down effortlessly. I decided it best not to disturb his imprisonment any longer. Instead, I ventured towards the top of the gate I crossed earlier, and found it manned by more of Godrick's soldiers. By now I've become mighty enough to cut them down without trouble, so after I looted the treasure they were guarding I've decided to rest here for a spell.


Log 17

I came across the same giant troll that ambushed me earlier when I tried to cross the gate. This time, I was prepared, and even with the uneven footing of that ruined slab of rock that we fought on, I was able to cut him down. I felt invincible, sure that if I could defeat such a colossal foe, then I could face any challenge. Naturally, as soon as I crossed to the other side of the chasm, I spotted a whole herd of them wandering across the land, so my illusions were dispelled quickly enough. I decided to turn around and further explore the forest near the shack where I met Roderika, and found another shack, inhabited by yet another Tarnished.

This time, I came across a knight. He introduced himself as Bernahl, and I could tell just from one look that he was a true knight. That splendid armor he wore, and the ease with which he held that colossal sword, spoke of a veteran warrior, and his story confirmed it. It seems he's been journeying through these lands far, far longer than I have, and now seeks to impart his wisdom upon others. I was shocked when he offered to teach me, but I'm in no position to refuse any help. His mastery of the sword, of the arts of combat, is awe-inspiring. I'm truly fortunate to have such a teacher.

And yet, I feel as if a shadow has been cast over me. If such a champion could not claim the throne of Elden Lord, then what hope have I?


Log 18

The roads through that forest were long and winding, and the scenery all blended together amongst the trees. A few wandering foot soldiers got the drop on me, and while I was able to dispatch them easily enough, that they were able to ambush me is cause for concern in and of itself. When another pack of wild wolves fell from the sky, I decided my time in that accursed place was done. I've returned to the Church of Elleh now, and have spoken with Kale again. The power of these sites of grace is miraculous, to be able to cross such distances in mere moments. It will surely make navigating these lands much easier. I've decided to follow Kale's advice and will continue exploring the surrounding area once morning comes. Still, I'd best be careful not to draw the attention of that Tree Sentinel.


Log 19

I followed the trail of some of Godrick's soldiers and came across a cave. It seems their forces were setting up camp here, only to be ambushed and slaughtered by a pack of wild wolves. And that… thing.

Even now I'm not sure what I saw. It looked like a beast, but stood on two legs and wielded a massive weapon the likes of which I've never seen before. I'd like to call it a wolf, but that horrid, toothy maw was unlike any wolf I've ever seen. It fought with intelligence and technique beyond that of any wild beast, but moved with an agility and ferocity that no man could possess. Sir Bernahl's tutelage has served me well, however. I'm certain that were it not for his techniques the beast would have cut me down, but here I stand victorious, and through its death I grow stronger.

When I ventured outside the cave I came across a strange statue perched atop a cliff. It depicted some sort of ghastly, withered figure, and when I drew close it was as if a voice rang in my ears.

I nearly fell from the cliff in my surprise. That would've been a most embarrassing death. Still, the words echo in my mind.

"Guide and gatekeeper for those returning to the roots."

I know not what it means, but a strange light now points towards a cliff face in the distance. This seems worth investigating.

-Accolon of Elis