Author's Note

A small thing I decided to do every so often. Bit of lore here and there and a means to see behind the scenes. Just filler. while I decide on what to do next. Plus it gives everyone time to cast a vote.

Journal entry 10,223

In the cover of darkness a stroke from a match lit a tiny flame that revealed a battle scarred face. It was the face of a human woman with dark skin and emerald green eyes. She wore armor fashioned in leather and steel. She wore one metal gauntlet fashioned in a traditional knight style. Thick and heavy, the rest of her was covered in traditional Abyss Watcher attire save for her wolf-style helm that lay at the side of a large desk she sat at.

Taking her flame in hand the woman lit seven candles around her desk and put the flame out, then discarding the used match on the floor. At her side was a steel crown the Fire Keeper once wore. Beside that was a large leather book with a large quill beside its in a inkwell.

Opening the book and taking the quill in hand the woman began to write in the blank pages. Her writing was swift and elegant, like an oil painting made of calligraphy over a canvas of parchment.

*Journal Entry*

I sensed something.

Something dark and vile.

It resided in the west.

I could feel the darkness swell for a brief moment, and then… gone. I know what I felt though. A dangerous vile thing of cruelty and poison. The touch of the Abyss.

It has been over six-thousand some years since I last encountered the Abyss. It was a long grueling battle that seemed like it would never end. When I decided to let the flame of the first kiln die, I knew the Abyss would take over and leave its mark.

That, is the beauty of my plan.

Long ago the great Knight Artorias traversed the Abyss and went to the deepest depths of that nightmarish hell, The Deep. There he fought and slew the darkwraiths who resided there, but became corrupted by it though his sword.

Not much is known about this dark place, even the most ancient of times in High Lothric have few entries on the subject and its effects. After the flames died I myself became the bearer of the flame and gave part of it to the Fire Keeper, who helped me through my many trials.

That gave me the power I needed to see the Abyss for what it was.

The Abyss was the origin of the flame. Deep down I traveled, unhindered due to my power over the flame, and it was here that I lived for five-hundred years, and watched, recorded, learned. The Abyss was evil. Pure and simple.

It had to be contained.

As the world dies and the flames faded, legend always told that the bells would toll signaling the undead to rise from their graves across the lands. This also gives the Abyss power. It’s only through the flame and light that the Abyss can be contained beneath the earth, when the flame extinguishes it allows the darkness to blanket the lands.

Nothing can escape it.

It was what I planned from the start. Build my armies and loyal followers and outlast the age of darkness that followed after the kiln died. Yet, with all of this I had to make a great sacrifice. I lost the one closest to me.

Yet all hope is not lost, for my plan had an unexpected boon. After almost ten-thousand years the world was reborn again and the land began teeming with life once again. This time however it was a world powerful with magic and an uncanny resilience to the Abyss and its influence.

Unexpected? Yes, but it was something I could easily put into my plans.

I may not be able to destroy the Abyss, that would destroy the world itself, but I now have the means to eternally contain it. All I need now is for the other half of the flame to grow and return to me so i can seal the gates forever.

First, I need to remove a few, hindrances.

My loyal knight Anri and my Abyss Watchers will handle it. Anri has never failed before.