Red sun over Prominence

The world was changing once again. As had happened in years before, the world was going through strange and unnatural transformations. It began in the dark of night with tremors and unusual sounds. The stars and the moon fell away and all the world was black. Artorias was not taking any chances with his wolves and had ordered all the Hallowed wolves back within the safety of Hearthstone's walls, where he did something he hadn't done for an age—he closed the gates. As a family, the Hallows had weathered the storm through firelight and stone walls, and when the sun finally rose the next morning, all the sky was bathed in an ominous blood red. Rumors of a strange new terrain up in Boreas reached the Lord of Cinder, and he decided then and there to get the jump on whatever creepy shit this was about.

Gathering up his sword and armor, Artorias called forth a small group to go scout out this new land. He led the group swiftly up the Bifröst and into central Boreas, where sure enough, it seemed as if the land itself had been pulled open to insert a whole new land. Artorias' brows furrowed over guarded eyes. He had traversed these lands many times and was certain this had never been here before. Yet, as he led the group into the strange new territory, the stone spires that rose from the ground like skyscrapers towards that crimson sky looked weathered and worn, as if they'd stood here for centuries. Nothing about this place felt natural and Artorias' fur stood on end the deeper into the terrain he pressed.

"Keep your guard up. Call out anything you notice. And try not to wander too far," he instructed his wolves, sharp amber eyes scouring the land, taking in its every detail. The way the ground felt under his paws. The energy in the air. The smells that hung like perfumes. Any and all sounds he could pick up. Artorias was drinking in evert detail so he could be ready to respond to whatever came next.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"