Fox's Forgotten Tales

Forgotten Tales - Scorpioness Najka

  Deep in the shaded woods many adventures have spoken of seeing a woman perched upon a giant scorpion; her waist joined to the creatures body. the smart adventurer knows to stay far away from things such as this, but to those who have seen the creature know of her ferocity.

  Najka as the creature named herself after her transformation was once a young sorcerer from Vinheim. After a lengthy time spent studying at the dragonschool there she amassed an impressive amount of knowledge in regards to the soul arts. And as many curious and some would say naive sorcerers do, she travelled in search of sorceries and places of power. although she traveled all over the lands there is one place imparticular that her story took a turn - Drangleic...

 She managed to gain access to a prisoner barge heading from Vinheim to a prison only few knew of. However, on the passage across the great sea she found herself knocked unconsious and placed in prisoners rags, she pleaded to the ships crew that she was a simple passanger and no prisoner. But the crew waved  her off, alone, afraid and confused she barley managed to survive on the ship but after a lengthy voyage a great Bastille was on the Horizon.

  Najka spent seven months in the “lost Bastille” as the other prisoners named it; that is until a man approached her cell speaking of her release. she jumped at the opprotunity after suffering torture for so many months. the man whos name was still a mystery to her took him to a great manor, inside which Najka who had still not lost her curiosity let her mind run a mock at the ancient tomes, bones and creatures the lord of the manor had managed to gain.

  After some time staying with the lord and finding that his name was Aldia she awoke one morning in a cell. Aldia came to see her and she asked why she had been placed in such conditions; Aldia spoke to her about his desire - to create a dragon.

  Najka scoffed at his lunacy and sat in her cell, the tortures and procedures that took place for the next 3 months after that day are known to know one except Najka and Aldia. but perhaps somethings are better left unknown...

  Najka however was a failure and Aldia had no need for her, so when her mind was broken and her body twisted into its new form he released her into the shaded woods hoping that she would never be seen by another soul. And to this day, Najka sits idle in the Shaded wood Ruins, thinking of her past self, but perhaps now even that is fading away...

Forgotten Tales - The Last Giant

  The Last Giant was the son of the great Giant Lord, he crossed the sea with his father to reclaim what the humans had stolen. When the giants came a shore they were faced with a great fort; they attacked with the rage that had festered towards humanity. Their very souls burned black with rage - the attack was swift and brutal. The Humans fell in droves against the giants stone skin, they’re weapons scratching and glancing.

  However, before the battle could be won; a lone warrior engadged the Giant Lord in one on one combat. although the fight was fierce the Giant Lord fell. his great blade slamming into the stone of the fort, as he did so, the giants lost heart and the tide of battle was turned. No one knows just who that lone warrior was but if they had not been there the battle would have surely ended sourly for the humans.

  The son of the Giant Lord defied his broken will, he defied his fathers death menaing his own. While all others fled or fell the son fought on, it is said that over a dozen blades portruded from the Giants stone flesh before the sun set. However even his Iron will could not stop the fortress from being torn around him, a pillar broke free and pierced the Giant through the chest and smashing the floor sending him to the depths below the great fort...

Vicar Amelia - Bloodbourne

Slan - Berserk

   Upon slaying the Iron Golem that stood watch over the path to Anor Londo he arrived in the city of the gods. What was once known as the city of light was now a meer husk of its past self: The streets were empty, The giant guards lay dead near The Grand Cathedral. However most noticably, the sun had fallen from the sky and a green moonlight fell upon the city.

  The pathway to the Grand Cathedral had been blocked, after a risky path along a narrow walkway Tarkus broke into an ajoined building through the upper most windows. As his feet hit the floor of a balcony he peered over the edge at the massive room below; paintings dotted the walls of many different things of which Tarkus had no knowledge, places, women, knights. A few solitary figures could be spotted walking gracefully around the room in a patrol like fashion. Tarkus, knowing he was tresspassing on sacred grounds removed the great iron sword from its sheath attached to his shield and proceeded across the balcony.

  The only way down would be to cross a narrow set of support beams to the otherside of the room, a simple matter for a thief or rake perhaps but not for Tarkus in his great Iron armour. Never to be detered he ventured forth taking slow strides one after another, he held his shield to his left and his sword to his right acting as a counterweight. He saw the painting guardians below who seemed to have noticed him but paid no heed. After a few close calls tarkus found himself half way across the thin beams.

  Suddenly a guardian in full white cloth began racing across the beams from the other side, his small blades glinting in the moonlight from the great pane windows. Tarkus quickly brought his greatshield to bare as the guardian released a flurry of small throwing knives each one glancing off the iron shield and landing upon the ground below the beams. As the guardian drew within five paces of Tarkus he brought his greatsword round in a savage swipe striking him, his waist erupting into a shower of blood as the blade almost passed through him completely without faulter; however the blade being of great mass had amassed so much momentem in the swing that Tarkus for all his strength was brought falling with the blade and off the beams.

  His body smashed against the tiled floor of the room, he gazed up at the beams for a moment as his vision returned to him. His great armour had taken the brunt of the fall and although he hurt to stand, he was alive. He quickly rose to his feet however as he realised the three guardians bearing down upon him from all corners of the room. He grabbed his blade from the ground and quickly swung it at the first guardian parrying the blow from its small blade and knocking him to the ground in the process. Just as swiftly for a man in such a great mass of armour he turned to face the second, side stepping the flurry of knives it threw at him and thrusting with all his might into the being forcing his blade through him; he spun again with the guardian upon his blade still and let the body fly towards the third guardian, the body struck him sending him to the floor and allowing Tarkus to hastily finish him with him, with a quick thrust.

  Tarkus breathed heavily as he walked to grab his shield, the first painting guardian writhing on the floor from the blow of his greatsword, Tarkus brought his greatshield down upon the writhing guardian crushing him. At the far end of the room was a great painting, it resembled some snowy land, although it was unclear due to great slashes across it. Without thinking twice about it he turned and left the room.

  As he passed through the deserted hallways of the Grand Cathedral he found the Silver knights strewn about the place, slain by someone who came before him; perhaps one of the fellow travellers he had aided at the Fortress. Finally however it seemed he was reaching his goal, he made his way down a set of stairs and into a grand hallway with the main doors to the cathedral at his back. Dead Giants littered this place too and that same errie moonlight glinted from their corpses.

  He slowly made his way up the stairs to a great hall, it was completely empty, green light shone in and reflected from the tile floors. What had once been great pillars now lay crumbled or smashed from a battle fought some time ago. He walked slowly paying his respects to the remnants of great souls he could feel within the room.

  At the far end he found an elevator, after riding it he stood before a large door, a door that should be closed but no, it was open. He ventured in and saw the great couch empty, he sat upon the steps leading up to it and removed his helmet placing it next to him.

“I will await your return...” he whispered to himself dropping his sword and shield to his side.