In the aftermath

The sounds of combat and violence were not so easily ignored when they came from your neighbors. The Hallows maintained constant vigilance over the nearby Grapevine Cathedral, given how pivotal the grapes there were in their wine production, so it was easy to pick up on the midnight raid that had occurred the night before. The ravens that circled overhead reported back to the Lord of Cinder that morning of the evening's hostilities to the south, and without hesitation Artorias headed down to Ethne to assist with the damage assessment. On his way out, his youngest daughter Clove had stopped him and asked to join him, and after some hesitation and deliberation he agreed. Artorias did not want to subject sweet Clove to the aftermath of a raid, but he knew shielding her from the dangers and horrors of the real world would only be detrimental to her in the end. Sometimes nightmares had to be seen to be believed.

The two Hallowed wolves walked the short trek down the western coast until they reached Ethne's lands, pausing at the borders for Artorias to call for Haydée. The metallic scent of blood still hung in the morning air, likely from whatever carnage had spilled it the night before. It made the dire brute grimace; hopefully everyone was okay.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"