Post by Yhorm the Giant on Feb 10, 2020 4:27:39 GMT
Ash, fire, turmoil and smog. The concussion of thunderous claps of wind striking flesh. Memories held onto of one's previous life. Reclusion and straying from one’s duties. The memories burned.
Darkness.
The singsong of birds. The sweet melody that one had not heard for an eon perhaps, birds do not often dwell thousands of feet below ground after-all. A flicker of light. Pain coursing through one’s body. A colossal hand outstretched. Was he alive once more? Were the Gods really so cruel? Perhaps this was his curse for betraying his duty, his friends, the one whom he loved. Cursed with an eternal life like the undead that persecuted his kind for eons. As half-lidded eyes peered into the heavens, the sky was different. The air was sweet. There was no fire, no foreboding twist of the sun. Was this truly Lothric? No. It couldn’t have been. In fact, a numerous amount of things told the giant differently.
The large frame stood, coursing muscles, strong and firm shifting as the hefty being stood. A numerous amount of birds fluttered off in the distance as he stood, yet some gently landed upon his shoulder. They seemed… Larger than normal? As the Giant’s eyes peered to the trees around him, he noticed that their own height was higher than him. Had he shrunk? He was half… Nay almost a third of his former height, and judged himself to be roughly fifteen feet tall. Additionally his machete was nowhere to be seen, but his armor, cowl, and crown was still adorned. Well, at least he was no longer aflame. It was odd. Maybe his power had left him as he died a second time?
Around him was a large grass clearing, with towering tree life around him. The world felt at peace… Something the Giant hadn’t felt in an age. With the structure of his former home, there was confirmation of other worlds, other times. Yet this place felt entirely different. One lumbering footfall, another. The ground slightly shook with each step. Large indent of sandal clad feet were left in the soft soil. It was midday, and it had rained a fortnight ago. Yet the life around him was so lively, so serene. Was this the afterlife spoken of in human culture? Well, he had no reason to be in such a peaceful place. His entire life he had only known war, much to his distant. Ah! How he wished the onion knight was here!
The Giant continued forth until he spied a road, human-made. Cobbled, but beaten and ragged with dirt and flora sprouting between the stone. Upon seeing something, or someone in the distance, the Giant crouched behind a conveniently placed boulder. While it did nothing to hide his large form, he still did not want to spook any humans. It was impossible to tell if they were hostile to Giant kind, and he’d rather not pick a fight after waking up so early.
