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“The Nightlord is buried. Both twin horses persist.”

A bereft undead stirs in the asylum, and tries to find his footing as he journeys through Lordran.

Chapter: 4/?

Media: Dark Souls

Characters: Brick (Undead OC), Crestfallen Warrior

Rating: Mature (content earning this rating will appear in future chapters)

A Tarnished lands himself in a strange, unfamiliar city, and quickly finds himself at the mercy of a peculiar and vicious weapon.

Media: Bloodborne, Elden Ring

Characters: Retired Hunter Djura, Volf (Tarnished OC)

Rating: Mature (graphic violence)

A bereft undead stirs in the asylum, and tries to find his footing as he journeys through Lordran.

Chapter: 3/?

Media: Dark Souls

Characters: Brick (Undead OC), Oscar of Astora, Asylum Demon

Decided to put together a dedicated Soulsborne sideblog! Main is @rawrrawr0221

I primarily go by Jones/Diesel/Thomas, though if you know me by other names feel free to use those too! I use she/it pronouns and enjoy both masculine and feminine terms being used to describe me

Blog will primarily be reblogs, though for my original content, art will be posted to @ancient-names-pt-i and reblogged here, under the tag “rawrart”, while talking posts and the like will go here under their own, yet to be determined tag!

Postings like this, by their very nature, were lonely. Varré, over the past few weeks, had come to understand this well.

The latest wave of Tarnished to arrive in the Lands Between was beginning to slow to a trickle, and with it, so did Varré’s opportunities to interact with them. The interactions he carried out may be shallow, sure, offerings of the same advice given to dozens before them here, a cruel remark there, pokes and prods to assess them and push them in the desired direction, but Varré valued those interactions all the same.

It seemed rather cruel, in Varré’s opinion, to simply throw people at a problem until one of them eventually figured it out, as seemed to be Marika’s strategy with the called-back Tarnished. Plus, it was inevitable she’d run out of pawns to call back, one of these decades.

Though there was that recent arrival from along the shore— the one with the misaligned eye— who’d seemingly never crossed the fog before— so one had to wonder.

Regardless, the Dynasty actually had an interest in the particular Tarnished it offered a place for, and tended to better-manage its members than the god-queen who beckoned men and women who could barely lift their swords to their repeated deaths. Tended being the key word. Varré hadn’t the faintest clue why he was stationed here instead of performing his usual duties as an attendant. Only the Lord and Mother themselves knew the answer to that.

If only he could get the Tarnished themselves to understand that, then this job would be far less irksome. He wasn’t one to question his Lord, but—

Varré was snapped out of his treasonous thoughts by the sound of boots on stone, signaling a new Tarnished’s arrival, and another welcome interruption to his solitude.

Occasionally, the universe whispers about the future to the Drumbot.

Media: The Mechanisms

Characters: Drumbot Brian