Dark Souls: Redemption
The flame is lit. A nameless woman wakes. Roused from the tomb by a past she cannot recall, she sets out into a barren, unfamiliar landscape. The protector follows. Bound by oath and honor, he safeguards her against the dangers that draw near with the same ferocity he does the secrets of his past. The Grey Cinders gather in their tower, called by the fire to complete their solemn duty. A colossus, incarnate of death, stirs with the bones beneath the scarred grounds. And a nightmare— torment of a bygone era—returns to exact its toll. The fate of this land hangs in the balance, as their journey unfolds in this original Dark Souls story!
The flame is lit. A nameless woman wakes. Roused from the tomb by a past she cannot recall, she sets out into a barren, unfamiliar landscape. The protector follows. Bound by oath and honor, he safeguards her against the dangers that draw near with the same ferocity he does the secrets of his past. The Grey Cinders gather in their tower, called by the fire to complete their solemn duty. A colossus, incarnate of death, stirs with the bones beneath the scarred grounds. And a nightmare— torment of a bygone era—returns to exact its toll. The fate of this land hangs in the balance, as their journey unfolds in this original Dark Souls story!
The nightmare retreats. Vanquished by Ira’s blow, Ar’vrark skulks back among the shadows to plot their reprisal. Struck down, Eudo lies slain as Ira’s lamentations wash over his flesh. Fates entwined, a hunter approaches, offering hope for Ira and her fallen ally. The phantom lingers. Aki’s ethereal form spurring Ira onward to free him from the Blood Wyrm’s clutches. The sanctuary beckons, promising the means to right that which plunged everything into darkness—Ira’s choice, one unknown even to her. These companions, unyielding remnants of humanity, stand against the winds of despair. Embers buffeted by howling gales to be snuffed out…or rekindle the flames that will save this land.
The nightmare retreats. Vanquished by Ira’s blow, Ar’vrark skulks back among the shadows to plot their reprisal. Struck down, Eudo lies slain as Ira’s lamentations wash over his flesh. Fates entwined, a hunter approaches, offering hope for Ira and her fallen ally. The phantom lingers. Aki’s ethereal form spurring Ira onward to free him from the Blood Wyrm’s clutches. The sanctuary beckons, promising the means to right that which plunged everything into darkness—Ira’s choice, one unknown even to her. These companions, unyielding remnants of humanity, stand against the winds of despair. Embers buffeted by howling gales to be snuffed out…or rekindle the flames that will save this land.
The tenuous alliance between a guardian, a keeper, and a hunter calms in ruin’s wake. Yet, like a candle against a gale, hope flickers with each passing moment. In these cursed lands, hope is the sliver of dawn which beats back the night. Be it for duty, family, or survival— our heros will march into the winds of a world lost to ash and despair. But the waning light of their hope cannot illuminate every dark corner of the world. And somewhere in the black stirs a reckoning which comes to snuff it out...
The tenuous alliance between a guardian, a keeper, and a hunter calms in ruin’s wake. Yet, like a candle against a gale, hope flickers with each passing moment. In these cursed lands, hope is the sliver of dawn which beats back the night. Be it for duty, family, or survival— our heros will march into the winds of a world lost to ash and despair. But the waning light of their hope cannot illuminate every dark corner of the world. And somewhere in the black stirs a reckoning which comes to snuff it out...