#// is why oolacile is described as being in ashes when DS1 rolls around :^(( hmm

[soulsfromfire-blog]

this is all my fault. (and for gwyn)

Miscellaneous angst starters.

Gwyn’s silent. It’s the worst kind of silence –– a dreadful, heedless smoulder.

There’s no acknowledgement of Ornstein’s admission. No condemnation, yet no reprieve. It’s left to stagnate, festering thick with an incandescence just beneath the surface. A ribbon of remnant electricity lances off the blackened stump of a pillar, the ruin of which is sown over Gwyn’s throne room in molten, charcoal slate. Rugged craters pock the floor, once a serene and regal sprawl, now reduced to the corollary of battle. Residual arteries of static desecrate the graves of once-wondrous marble, almost as though, in this Light-born tempest of rage, none but his faithful Dragonslayer might ever hope to traverse the devastation.

“Blasted, cur beasts,” Gwyn utters at last, erupting from his royal seat, dappled in Sunlight cast through shattered, agape windows. “Those FOOLS –– those damn, wretched fools –– I’ll make ashes of that Oolacile, I tell thee, ASHES!, and render e’en Izalith a tundra beside it!” His fury and woe are volcanic as one, and coils of flame shiver alight along the mighty King’s arms, potent as the First itself, his body a titanic kiln of desolation, anguish and bile. “To the bloodiest Dark with thy discretions, I’ll take every soul in Mine order and incinerate that loathly abode from the light of existence! Stoke the fires, set beacons hither to the Giants’ Tomb, I want Lordran a-melt with righteous fear, aye, kindle them strong with Wraith-flesh!”

As far as Gwyn’s concerned, the abduction of Dusk and the waking turmoils of Oolacile are but machinations, deceitful devices to wrest him of a true and devout Knight. Strangling the life out of Oolacile and razing it to memory will snuff those wretches, those criminal conceits, and the Abyss all at once in a single, infernal swoop his passions compel him to execute.

“Get thy Spear,” he snarls, emotion seething at his jaw, keeping it taut, trembling, raw. “Rally every sword across the kingdom; Ciaran to the Rock I shall see Oolacile burn to obscurity!”

#goldenornstein #ch: gwyn #// ok but what if gwyn oversaw artorias's fall #// and they both got very angry/emotional over it #// and this course of history #// is why oolacile is described as being in ashes when DS1 rolls around :^(( hmm