"There was Fire and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Nito, the First of the Dead, The Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights. And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten. With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more. Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign."

"Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day an Undead shall be chosen to leave the Undead Asylum in pilgrimage.
To the land of the ancient Lords,
Lordran."


You are inflicted with the Darksign, which turns you into an undead. Out of fear, the undead are locked away into an asylum at the end of the world, where they are kept until they lose their minds, and go Hollow. However, you, like some others before, get taken to Lordran, the land of gods, in order to rekindle Lord Gwyn's flame and save the world from eternal darkness.

You are now entering a world where time is a circle, where legends bleed into reality, and duty is like a chain that binds the soul. This is a realm of Lordran, a forsaken land of gods and men.

Our story beings with a knight, Ornstein, the Dragon Slayer, a name etched into the annals of a forgotten age. Ornstein was no ordinary knight. He was a spearhead of Lord Gwyn's war against the Dragons. His weapon, sharp enough to pierce a stone in scales, and his armor gilded like the mane of a lion, marked him as a predator among men and slayer of beasts. He was a captain of Four Knights of Gwyn, warriors chosen to carve a new order from the ruins of the ancient world. But, glory is a fleeting mirage. The Dragons fell, the first flame waned, and the golden age of the gods had dimmed into twilight. No Chosen Undead came to claim the Lordvessel.

Duty became a prison, and loyalty a curse. In the world of Lordran, where myths are as tangible as the steel of a cross spear, truth is a shadow, that shifts with the light.

When the gods abandoned the city, Ornstein stood with Executioner Smough, guarding the cathedral and it's secrets. He abandoned his post later on, and sought the Nameless King.

This is a tale of valor, sacrifice and a darkness that devours even the brightest of lights. In this corner of existence, beneath the fading embers of a dying flame resides a knight who's legend outlived his flesh. Sir Artorias, once a paragon of chivalry, now a tragic monument to the upon crumbling foundations. Artorias the Abysswalker. A loyal servant to Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight, and a trusted member of the Four Knights, a fraternity of warriors tasked with protecting a kingdom built on fire and deceit. Artorias was a beacon of hope. When the Darkness swept into the world, it was Artorias who answered the call.

He descended into the Abyss, a churning sea of malovolence born from humanity's untamed soul. But even legends have their limits. Corrupted and broken, Artorias the Abysswalker became a shadow of the hero he once was. A puppet to the Darkness he sought to destroy. And yet, even in defeat, there was a spark of dignity. With his final act, Artorias shielded his companion Sif, from the Abyss, ensuring that the wolf would live to honor his memory. A silent guardian of a legend tarnished by truth.


He was perhaps a lingering question. Do legends die? Or do they simply wait for their time to rise again?