Chosen Undead - Blog Posts

My journey beyond the Asylum walls has been...unwelcoming. I've encountered many, their faces etched with the same weary resignation as my own. A few, however, show signs of a different path. Petrus, bless his soul, offered his guidance. He spoke of miracles, of bolstering faith in the Lords. Though I wonder, are there any Gods left to believe in, in this forsaken land?

That Crestfallen Warrior, he mocks my quest relentlessly. He scoffs, calls it a futile endeavor, his laughter echoing through the hollows. I am a fool, he says, a child playing at heroism. But even he cannot snuff out the fire in my heart. His doubts fuel me.

Undead Burg. What a grim name for a grimmer place. I pushed onwards, only to be met by a terrifying specter—a red ghost! Petrus had spoken of such things, 'Invaders', he called them, undead like myself, yet from another world. It was a harsh lesson. My life was forfeit before I could reach the next bonfire. But...I will return. The fire of Firelink Shrine awaits.

Dearest Knight,

I hope this diary finds you well, wherever you may be. I write this in the hopes that our paths will cross again someday. After my escape from the Undead Asylum, that strange bird carried me to a place called Firelink Shrine. It's a haven for the undead, a strange and unsettling hub. I wonder what became of you after we parted ways... I fear you may have succumbed to hollowness. All I can do is carry on, in your name.

I met someone here, a Crestfallen Warrior. He was kind enough to offer some information, though not much. He spoke of two Bells of Awakening:

One is in the Undead Church, high above.

The other lies far below, in the ruins of Blighttown.

He said that ringing both bells will somehow trigger something... I'll have to investigate further. I pray you are safe.