If like the others, you’re fool enough to play the champion. Then go on ahead, traipse right past the abandoned church. You’ll face death, and it won’t be pretty. Enough death to leave you broken, time after time.
Very well. I humbly place my faith in you. I am Greirat of the Undead Settlement, and I promise to assist you. Give this ring to old Loretta at the base of the High Wall. Do your part, and I'll do mine.
Ahh, you've brought me a braille Divine Tome. Now I can tell tales of new miracles. Tales of the greater miracles can be quite the epics...What fun we will have.
With a spear such as thee, surely the Princess will slumber most gently, and Midir's vows will be honoured. I must thank thee, as a servant of the Princess, and a dear friend to Midir. May thy travels be resplendent with glory.
You're not willing to reconsider, are you? Well, that's just fine. It's a rare thing, to have a true duty. Don't go and take it for granted, I suppose. Won't do any better than this, not you or that poor tin can.
If like the others, you’re fool enough to play the champion. Then go on ahead, traipse right past the abandoned church. You’ll face death, and it won’t be pretty. Enough death to leave you broken, time after time.
Ahh yes, there is a thing thou shouldst by rights possess. A remembrance of this cold world for the great Lord of Londor. May it help thee bear thy duty.
Might that soul be? Nay. Never mind. It belongs to a woman from Londor. To provide succour for the Lord of Hollows surely would bring her much honour. In return, thou needst only do her a small kindness Remember those who stayed by her to the end, in the shadows cast by fire.
Inside their keep, snuffing out the flames of three altars opens the door to the wolf blood. Even accursed Undead want to believe they're special, it seems. I pity the sorry souls.
Well... You look to be Unkindled... No bell tolls, and yet, you've slipped into the painting? Ah, no matter. If you've lost your way, the words of Lady Friede will guide you. Now, go on inside. Show respect, and listen carefully.
If it is the dark soul thou desirest. Then seek Filianore's church, at the base of the cliff. There wilt thou the sleeping Princess waken. Her slumber is a deceit... A lid covering an overgrown privy; a prop to keep thee from the dark soul of thine desire.
As I have said, I was once a sorcerer. Alas, the magic of Londor is a far cry from the wonders of Vinheim. But I can teach you what I know. Perhaps more importantly... I believe that I can help tease out your true strength.
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.
Ahh, mm, yes, of course. An accursed pilgrim has no place in your honourable service. But if a lost soul should encounter a legend such as you, could that be anything but a movement of fate? I will remain in this spot. Praying solemnly that you might have a change of heart.