Heard talk you were dead

The moment Artorias had received the missive from Ashen regarding the change in leadership, two things struck him immediately. First was his concern for Venom's wellbeing, worry over his close friend and peer's state and grim curiosity of what could prompt the Ashen Empress to abdicate her throne. Second was the name of the wolf that had taken over. Long had Artorias believed that Chimera Klein had left their world and died in some far-off land, surrounded by his harem of women and gaggle of offspring. Never once did he think his old friend and colleague would ever return from the dead to grace these lands with his presence again. In fact, it was so unbelievable, that Artorias had to go see it for himself.

The trip up across the Bifröst was a brief one, and Artorias arrived at the southern borders of Ashen by the early evening. He remembered the Kleins were a nocturnal bunch, so he tried to time his arrival for when they would be most active. Standing on the edge of the ravine, the Lord of Cinder's heart was eased to still smell the fresh scents of Ashen on the land. Whatever had happened to them, the pack was still here, still alive. Artorias lingered there for a moment, debating whether to formally call or to step straight into the lands he'd visited so often before—but now things had changed, the dynamic had changed, and he needed to see where the new Ashen stood in regards to their alliance. Lifting his head, Artorias howled for the alpha of Ashen, deciding to treat this properly for the time being. He needed to see Chimera alive with his own two eyes before he believed the rumors.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"