Today was a more challenging one, I heard from the mouths of those to my sword that their fortress held the last giant. I've managed to find it and, eventually, defeat it.
The warriors of this forest are getting smarter as I progress, they use bombs that burst into flames and spears with wider range, even their toughest warrior was guarding the door leading to the giant. There is also the large knight, known as the pursuer, waiting to face me in combat.
I'm not sure if I can take this switch between humanity and living any longer, it's like a punishment for something I've done. Is this Hell? Is this what those who sin or do wrong have to look forward to? And, mot importantly, is there an award at the end of all this?
I'll shall message back soon. Probably... Hopefully.
- SHAKIRAshakira
Friday, April 10, 2015
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Dark Souls II - SHAKIRAshakira Playthrough - 4/3/15
I woke up today in a field. I remember not how I got there. Upon meeting some old women in their old home, I was reminded of my name.
A very odd name to say the least, but it is my identity for now and always. I was also given the class of Swordsman, or in this case Swordswoman, I don't remember ever training in combat but my victory against the Ogre near the field and the white knight has provided proof of my experience with a weapon.
There are a number of strange looking fiends in this new world. Some work together but they all have a desire to be the one on top, to stay alive and have the other fall beneath their feet. There are also phantoms everywhere I venture, they do not see me or my actions, or do they?
I am learning the harsh truths of death and it's consequences, we are all in this hellish limbo of death after death, after death. I know not of what my journey will reveal, but perhaps it will answer the mysterious connections between living and being hollow.
My victories are great but not incredible, I may have a long ways to go before I am even remotely close to being powerful. I hope to write again in time, if I ever live that long.
- SHAKIRAshakira
A very odd name to say the least, but it is my identity for now and always. I was also given the class of Swordsman, or in this case Swordswoman, I don't remember ever training in combat but my victory against the Ogre near the field and the white knight has provided proof of my experience with a weapon.
There are a number of strange looking fiends in this new world. Some work together but they all have a desire to be the one on top, to stay alive and have the other fall beneath their feet. There are also phantoms everywhere I venture, they do not see me or my actions, or do they?
I am learning the harsh truths of death and it's consequences, we are all in this hellish limbo of death after death, after death. I know not of what my journey will reveal, but perhaps it will answer the mysterious connections between living and being hollow.
My victories are great but not incredible, I may have a long ways to go before I am even remotely close to being powerful. I hope to write again in time, if I ever live that long.
- SHAKIRAshakira
Monday, April 6, 2015
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