After crawling out of the stone coffin, the first thing that he noticed was the scent. Must, mold, and earth. Everything that surrounded him is of a structure, a chapel, he surmises by the interior however decrepit it maybe. Weeds and other wildflowers have started growing on the small crevices of the room.
He takes a look around, the chairs and pews are reduced to old, unusable planks. He takes another whiff… And there's a rotting corpse of a woman, sitting plainly near the entrance. In death she seems at peace. He walks near the corpse and mumbles a prayer, foreign but oddly familiar on his tongue, "May you find your way to the roots of the Erdtree."
Pushing the steel doors open of the chapel's entrance. He puts a hand atop his brow to shield His eyes that aren't yet accustomed to the brightness. In the middle of the hazy view sat a gigantic golden tree, silhouettes of castles and holdings stood beneath it.
Only now, did he notice the gauntlet, made of alloyed silver and ornate. A piece of azure jewel rests in the middle of the gear. Feeling conscious, he checks the rest of his armor and clothing. Sure enough, he's wearing a fine piece, imbued with gold and jewels on the chest down to the waist. The mantle attached to it is blue, knitted with gold on the edges. It made him wonder if he was of noble birth or a well to do knight.
But one word made itself known in his mind "Carian.". He sighs, almost hopeful. There's flashes of a shy smile, red of hair, and fair skin of a woman came to mind. The thought made his cheeks and the tip of his fingers warm. He shakes his head, letting the intimate thoughts vanish.
This was not the time to reminisce of something or someone he can barely remember. But the incessant tug on his chest says otherwise. "Odd."
There's a rickety set of stairs out of old wood leading down, he questions its durability but it will have to do if he is to get out of this place.
Below the chapel is a grave with small and large headstones that are about ready to keel over from the lack of care and the elements over the years. Before entering, he notes the statue in the middle, a woman with her arms aloft and rings that swirled behind her. Again, foreign but familiar. "Such show of raw power… Reminds me of my Lord Godfrey" a whisper.
He looks behind him but no one was there, that felt too close for comfort.
He closes his eyes and stops. Besides the gale there's another that wails. He takes a step backward. An amalgamation of grafted limbs land hard in the middle of the graveyard. Looking closely, the appendages are all arms, legs, ad one face.
His initial reaction was to put his hands up to surrender, "Let me pass, stranger."
He already knows of the bejeweled longsword on his hip, ready to be unsheathe if things go awry which he has a feeling that it will.
It gives him a look of bemusement and then of pain and anger before thrusting its blades at him.
He catches one arm and wrest one of its swords then cuts the limb right off. It screams but it did not cease its attacks, thrusting and slashing.
He hears an incantation and sees its blade glow in gold. The creature stomps and creates arcs, he sidesteps and rolls out of the way, wondering how intelligent this thing is. Though by the looks of it, this creature only wants to ascertain his demise.
He takes hold of one of its dangling arms and the rags that it swathes in before heaving and throwing it over his shoulders. Stunned from the action, it lays there defenseless.
"Let your souls find rest within the Erdtree."He says again without knowing the meaning of his words. He brings his blade down, slicing its middle and stops near the head. It gives one final gasp before lying lifeless and little by little turns to ash.
He wrinkles his nose and dusts his armor. It seems that he's accustomed to fighting creatures of questionable origins. Instead of fleeing, his body reacts calmly and faces the foe. A dangerous life he must be leading.
Stepping near a precipice, he has an idea of climbing down and swimming to shore but the storms from below and on the water surrounding the graveyard and the chapel will be quite the challenge.
He takes off the armors on him, setting it on one of the graves. His undergarment was the only thing that is left on him. He stretches before his descent. He couldn't react fast enough when the ground beneath him crumbles and he falls.
"Thou needs to wake." There's a press of a finger on his nose.
His gaze follows the pale hand down to the bosom of his lady. And he immediately shuts his eyes.
"Preserving my dignity, art thou?"
He can feel the warmth of her body atop him, her skin soft and supple compared to his bulky and scarred build. His mouth moves, "Forgive this transgressor, my Lady."
He feels her breath on his lips, "We've done this many times yet thou act like a maiden on their first time."
Inclining his head to one of the pillows, he says, "Only with you, My Lady."
Two hands cup his cheek, "Thou is truly…"
He felt her lips touch his.
Air burns through his lungs and he sat up quickly.
"I'm alive..?"