Great Fjords and Greatswords

Orion Raced through, slicing, smashing, eviscerating, and vanquishing the crystal golems as they ran to him, foolish enough to challenge him, Orion the Grandmaster of Greatswords, in Lordran that is.

"Thine skill is pitiful." Orion commented as he forced his zweihander through a golem, cutting him in half.

Orion ran swiftly, a feat not easy as he was wearing Black Iron Tarkus' armor. His training was to be thanked, he practiced day and night with the best before he became undead. He used his zweihander, imbued with great magic from Rickert, in his left hand. In Orion's right hand rested a flaming greatsword, one of Vamos' best works. His back held a giant's shield, stolen from a sentinel before death, under the shield rested his best weapons a black knight's sword and greatsword. The greatsword, mighty and strong, held intense lightning while the normal sword was modified for constant poison, the product of that moss-driven undead merchant, the giant blacksmith of Anor Londo, and Andre of Astora.

Orion could be considered the new Astorias...if not for one thing. He lacked his greatsword. He was actually on his way to it now.

"Haha! Such fun thou give me!" Orion bellowed as he smashed the last golem into a shattering purgatory. The hydra heard him a long time ago and kept missing him, no matter how many water blasts he sent his way.

Orion kept running and passed the hydra, jumping heads and rolling away. He slammed his flaming greatsword through the golden golem's head and pinned it into the floor. Orion pulled out the black knight's greatsword and faced the dragon, his flaming blade in the rocks, waiting for his hand.

"Have at thee!" Orion yelled to the basin and charged at him dodging each snapping head before jumping on one as it pulled it back.

The hydra raged and raged as he stabbed, sliced, and mutilated its heads before jumping back to the safety of solid rock as the great beast sank down. Orion reclaimed his flaming greatsword, putting it on his back, its flames extinguished.

"My savior! Thank you for releasing me." An odd woman spoke behind him as he washed his weapons clean of blood.

"Who art you?" Orion questioned, drinking greedily from the water and washing himself of his sweat.

"I can't tell you, but I'm from a far away land called Ooacile, I can feel myself fading back as we speak. For your braveries, summon me whenever you require help and I'll gladly lend my magics to the battle." The woman stated before disappearing.

"Prepare yourself Artorias, thy will be expecting a guest." Orion spoke to himself as he prepared and walked towards the huge ladder, leading to the deep parts of Darkroot Garden.

Orion easily defeated the demonic foliages along the way, now he stood in front of the white light.

"This shall be easy..." Orion spoke and passed through the light.

While slowly walking up to the giant grave surrounded by greatswords, Orion brandished the normal black knight's sword in his left hand and the matching greatsword in his right.

The moment he touched the greatsword's blade, a booming wolf howl was heard. The Great Grey Wolf Sif howled again before he stared at Orion with interest the at the greatsword.

"Well, Sif, dost thou plan to guard thy master's sword?" Orion questioned the wolf.

Sif tilted his head before softly jumping down and sniffing at Orion, touching his face before giving a half-hearted lick.

"I'm not thine master." Orion stated, quite confused.

Orion was once in the grove and now...was over then river with Artorias's greatsword in his gut. The sword decided itself to kill him.

As Orion started to stand up, he noticed that he wasn't at a bonfire, he was at the attention of a small green dragon in a woden treehouse.