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Yes, indeed. It is called Lothric, where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge. In venturing north, the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words. “The fire fades, and the lords go without thrones.” When the link of fire is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves.

Aldrich, Saint of the Deep.

Farron’s Undead Legion, the Abyss Watchers.

And the reclusive lord of the Profaned Capital, Yhorm the Giant.

Only, in truth… the Lords will abandon their thrones, and the Unkindled will rise. Nameless, accursed Undead, unfit even to be cinder. And so it is, that ash seeketh embers.


No Unkindled can ever truly claim the embers that burn within a champion’s bosom, which is precisely what makes their yearning for warmth so keen.

Ashen One, to be Unkindled is to be a vessel for souls. Sovereignless souls will become thy strength. I will show thee how. Ashen One, bring me souls, plucked from their vessels… Let these souls withdrawn from their vessels, manifestations of disparity elucidated by fire, burrow deep within me, retreating to a darkness beyond the reach of flame. Let them assume a new master, inhabiting ash, casting themselves upon new forms.


A pair of dark eyes, said to be the eyes of the first Fire Keeper, and the light that was lost by all Fire Keepers to come. It reveals to the sightless Fire Keepers things that they should never see…

The black eyes that shimmer within… Mayhap I should apprise thee... Of what the thin light of these eyes might reveal to the eyeless Firekeeper. Scenes of betrayal, things never intended for her ken, visions of... this age's end... The eyes show a world destitute of fire, a barren plane of endless darkness. A place born of betrayal.


...Ashen One, are these... Are these eyes? How gracious of thee, Ashen One. The very things we Fire Keepers have been missing. But Fire Keepers are not meant to have eyes. It is forbidden. These will reveal, through a sliver of light, frightful images of betrayal. A world without fire. Ashen One, is this truly thy wish?

Of course. I serve thee, and will do as thou bid'st. This will be our private affair. No one else may know of this. Stay thy path, find lords to link the fire, and I will blindly tend to the flame. Until the day of thy grand betrayal.

Ashen One, forgive me if this soundeth strange. The eyes show a world without fire, a vast stretch of darkness. But 'tis different to what is seen when stripped of vision. In the far distance, I sense the presence of tiny flames. Like precious embers, left to us by past Lords, linkers of the fire. Could this be what draws me to this strangely enticing darkness?

Ashen One, if, when thou peerest upon the First Flame... Thou wishest yet, for a world without fire, for an end to the Linking of the Fire... Then call upon me. I am a Fire Keeper, I tend to the flame and tend to thee, to the very end. Thou'st given me eyes, and such it was they shewed me.


The First Flame quickly fades. Darkness will shortly settle. But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked by Lords past.


Ashen One, hearest thou my voice, still?