Post 2

I woke nearly as swiftly as I had fallen, and rising with an air of weariness, I noted that Or'do had staggered to his feet. He stooped as if beneath a collar of iron, his seared flesh hanging limp and scorched around him.

"We cannot linger." He rasped, his voice thick with pain. "They know of us now."

"They?" I reached forward, yet he waved away my questing hand.

"I can stand well enough. They are whatever presence profits from this cycle, perhaps the Flame itself. Regardless, you must feel it, that sense of impending cataclysm. We must begone from this place before the chariots of chaos arrive, for whatever presence they bear is one we cannot contest."

"In that state, I doubt we can go far."

"We do not need to." He grimaced as Cinder flared within him, white flames curling from his bare chest, singing in hoarse, gleeful tones as it laid waste to the heart beneath. Trembling, his hand slashed the air, and a dark rift blazed to life before him. "Come, quickly!" Even as the words drifted past his lips, Or'do half shambled, half collapsed into the man sized gap, through which only perfect, unblemished darkness could be seen. Shaking my head, I glanced about one last time, certain that I would not see this realm again, then I followed my comrade through the gates of hell.

post 3

Before me fell Vordt, fell the Curse Rotted heathen of days long past, fell the mighty Dancer, and the scores of ravenous undead between. Perhaps I am unstoppable, or perhaps I am merely lucky. At this moment, it matters not which.

Enter: Ordo

This day, I learned again what it means to feel hope. I was battered, driven back by the Watchers of the Abyss; my blood leaked warm and mournful across the stones, as their powerful blows staggered me. Then, a Hollow: a specter clad in gold, smashed through the door of fog, his blade a honeyed whirlwind that drove back those dark warriors.

At his side I vanquished them, blinded forevermore the Watcher's eyes. With my taciturn comrade at my side, Wolnir fell without more than pitiable resistance, his hands nigh severed beneath the ferocity of our strikes. As he crumpled, my comrade spoke: his name he revealed to be Or'do, slayer of the Cinder Lords much as I myself am tasked. Yet he like I chafes beneath the endless cycle, and I believe, that he like I, will break it.

Post 4

Invaders! Across the stones had my blood been flung by their blows; two and three they came, assailing me before any hope I had of defending myself. Then, I remembered my new comrade. Vigor coursed through my torn body as I lifted my souls from the flagstones, and devouring the heat of an ember, commanded him forth. At his side, perhaps I would once more find safety, and more than that, a reason to fight.

I was however, surprised when he rose in mantle of silver. He and I were identical, twins in all save for blood. Perhaps in my desperation, in my anger, in my fear, I had created him.

Invaders! Across the stones had my blood been flung by their blows; two and three they came, assailing me before any hope I had of defending myself. Then, I remembered my new comrade. Vigor coursed through my torn body as I lifted my souls from the flagstones, and devouring the heat of an ember, commanded him forth. At his side, perhaps I would once more find safety, and more than that, a reason to fight.

I was however, surprised when he rose in mantle of silver. He and I were identical, twins in all save for blood. Perhaps in my desperation, in my anger, in my fear, I had created him.

Post 5

Beneath our combined might, the Lords of Cinder were felled like withered oak; indeed, this world is all but conquered save for the Soul of Cinder himself. In this time, in those battles, we spoke little, yet learned much. He like I has sought to break the cycle, and he like I, shall attain our freedom from this bleak realm. I speak of this not to flaunt my success, nor to indulge the need for acclaim; but to ensure that when the bitter Fate at last has his vengeance upon us, we joyous souls, you like I, will feel my agony.

Next: our first adventure. How I miss it.