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["I don't need your Blessings to go and fight for a cause I believe in. Please,step aside. Just this once,let me fight on my own,unshouldered by another. It needs to be done and we both know it. If I fail then some wandering undead will either have no chance, or turn out to be a lost war god. Whichever comes first."] He was practically begging. He needed to do this,it was a wish he needed to honor- a covenant from a friend that needed fufilling.

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The Royal Wood was the only solace Ciaran could find within the decrepit remnants of Oolacile, her only ally:  the silence. Ceaseless cackling and gnashing of bloated mandibles echoed through the township night and day, made only more cacophonous by the death screams of countless Undead as they made move to slay what was left of Knight Artorias, and fell upon his sword, only to be tossed to the side of the Colosseum in a pool of their own blood.  

The Hornet had scaled a tree, far enough that the pesky servants, armed with plows could not pester her further. Hours had been spent here, and it was from this vantage that the armored woman scanned the horizon, relishing in the relative peace and quiet… only to find it quickly and surreptitiously interrupted by the crunching of grass and gravel beneath bootsteps. 

A small sigh. Yet another Undead, marching to the death knoll. 

Wait - no? She knew that cowl, all too reminiscent of the Wolf who’s thudding footsteps were just beyond. Without a noise, she yet again scaled down the tree, stepping behind the figure.

“Drummaldt…? Is that truly thou..?

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#the scholar and the hornet #the land of golden sorceries {Oolacile}

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It took him a long stretch of time to register the words that escaped the Hornet's mouth. being a scholar,when he did register it his first solution to the present problem was to go back with her in tow (as unprofessional as it was,kicking and stabbing if he had to) to Anor Londo and request reinforcement to secure the ruined place.

The more primal,more...dare he say it, human part of him was telling him to burn the settlement to the ground. Civilians and friendlies be damned. Then all he needed was to kill the sickening beast in whatever pit it called home and strip this abomination closest to him of his master's armor.

Collecting his calm and fighting back what might has been tears of regret at his slowness and (in his eyes) failure, he spoke quietly. ["I..see."] After a few moments,the question that was inevitable from him passed his lips- ["You do realize I have to go in there. Walk in there and kill him. Kill everything else here too. Its my duty. Someone has to do it,and do you really think any of these wandering undead have a better chance than me?"]

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The Royal Wood was the only solace Ciaran could find within the decrepit remnants of Oolacile, her only ally:  the silence. Ceaseless cackling and gnashing of bloated mandibles echoed through the township night and day, made only more cacophonous by the death screams of countless Undead as they made move to slay what was left of Knight Artorias, and fell upon his sword, only to be tossed to the side of the Colosseum in a pool of their own blood.  

The Hornet had scaled a tree, far enough that the pesky servants, armed with plows could not pester her further. Hours had been spent here, and it was from this vantage that the armored woman scanned the horizon, relishing in the relative peace and quiet… only to find it quickly and surreptitiously interrupted by the crunching of grass and gravel beneath bootsteps. 

A small sigh. Yet another Undead, marching to the death knoll. 

Wait - no? She knew that cowl, all too reminiscent of the Wolf who’s thudding footsteps were just beyond. Without a noise, she yet again scaled down the tree, stepping behind the figure.

“Drummaldt…? Is that truly thou..?

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#the land of golden sorceries. {Oolacile} #the Scholar and the Hornet

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After hearing the part about coming out to fetch her,he shook his head. ["No,I came alone. After so long of waiting for Sir Artorias to return, I decided to come out and assist. It seemed he was just taking a bit longer than usual but now..... I need to know where he has gone."] The last Gwyn knew of this situation was that a scholar sought a knight and needed directions. If he had known,it was likely that more capable combatants than Drummaldt would have been dispatched. But alas,he was the only one to come to aid.

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The Royal Wood was the only solace Ciaran could find within the decrepit remnants of Oolacile, her only ally:  the silence. Ceaseless cackling and gnashing of bloated mandibles echoed through the township night and day, made only more cacophonous by the death screams of countless Undead as they made move to slay what was left of Knight Artorias, and fell upon his sword, only to be tossed to the side of the Colosseum in a pool of their own blood.  

The Hornet had scaled a tree, far enough that the pesky servants, armed with plows could not pester her further. Hours had been spent here, and it was from this vantage that the armored woman scanned the horizon, relishing in the relative peace and quiet… only to find it quickly and surreptitiously interrupted by the crunching of grass and gravel beneath bootsteps. 

A small sigh. Yet another Undead, marching to the death knoll. 

Wait - no? She knew that cowl, all too reminiscent of the Wolf who’s thudding footsteps were just beyond. Without a noise, she yet again scaled down the tree, stepping behind the figure.

“Drummaldt…? Is that truly thou..?

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#The Scholar and The Lord's Blade #xlordsblade #Land Swallowed By Darkness {Oolacile- Dks1}

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please know that many of my blogs do not have Verified Emails so if you want to message them exclusively and not the inquisition then you will have to write first message. Thanks Again, Crowe

(Lmao the inquisition is no longer a main so this had to change. Email thing is still the same however. If you wanna talk in pms message @bcnneret. Thanks again, Crowe)

#the-crowe-inquisition #ooc; #just thought id let you all know

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Silence. And then a quick turn to the sudden voice,along with a cautious reach for the grip of a blade. ["...Ciaran? You yet live in this Darkened place?"] The blade is left in the sheath. If she yet lives,then perhaps the one he sought did as well....

Bittersweet (closed starter for scholar-knights-of-lothric)

The Royal Wood was the only solace Ciaran could find within the decrepit remnants of Oolacile, her only ally:  the silence. Ceaseless cackling and gnashing of bloated mandibles echoed through the township night and day, made only more cacophonous by the death screams of countless Undead as they made move to slay what was left of Knight Artorias, and fell upon his sword, only to be tossed to the side of the Colosseum in a pool of their own blood.  

The Hornet had scaled a tree, far enough that the pesky servants, armed with plows could not pester her further. Hours had been spent here, and it was from this vantage that the armored woman scanned the horizon, relishing in the relative peace and quiet… only to find it quickly and surreptitiously interrupted by the crunching of grass and gravel beneath bootsteps. 

A small sigh. Yet another Undead, marching to the death knoll. 

Wait - no? She knew that cowl, all too reminiscent of the Wolf who’s thudding footsteps were just beyond. Without a noise, she yet again scaled down the tree, stepping behind the figure.

“Drummaldt…? Is that truly thou..?

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#The Darkstalker and The Lords Blade #The Royal Wood of Oolacile #(god damn i feel bad i haven't checked on this in so long)

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(Promo for a black knight blog im working on.)

BURNT SILVER

ASHEN BODY

CHARRED SOULS

THE BLACK KNIGHTS OF LONDO ASCEND FROM THE EMBERS OF OLD

#promo

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smiley bastard #4150

Reblog if you RP using Discord

Message me if you’d like my username.

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Domald,Ringed Amnesiac

Far Ahead in the Ringed City, Onyx Knight Drummaldt has disappeared. Stripped of his immunity and affected by the Dark Sign,he has lost his head. Now,amnesiac Domald sits alone,waiting to help any fellows who make it through to the Ringed Inner Wall.

#domald; ringed amnesiac #ringed city #amnesiac drummaldt #ill just leave this here for anyone that wants to start anything off this #public starter i suppose

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(Putting this up for my Slave Knight Gael blog. Go visit the old sad uncle.)

The red-hooded, wandering slave knight Gael sought the blood of the dark soul as pigment for the Painted World. But Gael knew he was no Champion, that the dark soul would likely ruin him and that he had little hope of a safe return.

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Its ds1 this time

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He couldn't help but grin like an idot at the observation.

["Oi,You are too!"] However light the touch was,he was leaning into it. As if looking for warmth.

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The Onyx Knight was even redder than Artorias,and that was saying something. As he twiddled his fingers behind his back,he lightly chuckled. [“W-well,it worked d-didn’t it?”]

He’d no idea what to say; was this a confession of some sort? He decided to press further. He was blushing enough as it is. Artorias placed his hand upon the other’s shoulder gently; a slight smile coming to his face as he looked down at the smaller knight. Lords, he was a red as a tomato.

“I suppose it did, I mean look; you’re as red as a tomato.”

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(Shitty sketch of the pendant that Geraldt sent to arty.)

#The Craft. (Geraldt's workshop) #art #by the way uh when i submitted this i said Drummaldt sent it rip #sorry

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Reblog if it’s okay for followers to hop into your inbox at any time!

Because it’s easy to feel nervous and even uncertain about sending things in at times (or all the time!). If you’re a follower and you want to send in the thing, but aren’t sure…then think of this as permission to send in the thing!

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The Onyx Knight was even redder than Artorias,and that was saying something. As he twiddled his fingers behind his back,he lightly chuckled. [“W-well,it worked d-didn’t it?”]

(Sender: Onyx Knight Drummaldt) Kiss 22! Because we both know Drummaldt wouldnt say it straight up.

Artorias had seen Drummaldt approach him; he looked particularly nervous for some reason or another. Artorias being himself, he decided to ask the other knight what was troubling him. Surely if he was to ask, he’d get some sort of asnwer. 

“Drummaldt are you o-”

He was immediately cut off by a swift kiss on the lips. His eyes shot open, not having expected such a spectical to occur; especially from Drummaldt. His face turned a bright shade of scarlet as he pulled back in sudden shock. His hands were drawn up to his cheeks and eventually cupped over his face in sheer embarrassment. He wasn’t angry, or irritated; just surprised.

“W-Well t-that’s one way t-to tell me something.”

#mmmmmm; that gay shit i ordered has arrived #Onyx Knight Drummaldt #The Onyx Knight and The Wolf Knight #in which Drummaldt acts on his gayness

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When you see the Abyss slowly spreading

#shitposting #the abyss is on my floor now #its like advanced mold basically #which actually makes alot of sense #dark souls shitposts #so Oolacile is just filled with mold #fucking rest in peace

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(Just gonna slap this down here,i got a wolnir blog running now.)

The High Lord of Carthus has spent time ruminating in the Abyss,and after his long silence has decided to attempt to contact the outside.

Even though he has made his fair share of mistakes,he has hope that he may still influence some things outside.

The High Lord’s court is open.

#vape lord rising #in which a large skeleton tries socialising #in the abyss a mighty creature stirs

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(OK this isn’t mine but i honestly love this,)

#the 'congratulations' meme #honestly makes me feel jsut that tiniest bit better #i dunno #dark souls iii