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Giancarlo Diago Cevallos
An author & journalist
Limgrave I
The Lands Between
The first faces I meet.
He reeks of blood, but gives good directions. At least some here still relieve suffering.
Even here, the sun sets.
A golden knight blocked my way. I refused to sneak around him. He swung well. Though, no matter how often I staggered them, the knight never toppled. Is he chained to his mount?
Unfortunately, my battle prize, his halberd, is too heavy, even for me. Worse, it also demands faith to Golden Order.
A jolly merchant nomad, especially since I traded with him. His recipes and tools are useful, but I hear a faint sizzling, separate from the bonfire. Strange.
I wanted to gaze, but the troll spotted me.
Testing my strength.
When I arrived, the commoner was already dead. Was he a stranded sailor, before this raider took all from him? Or, did he just watch the clouds roll over the sea?
I like the splashes.
The land octopus is hardy, but her weak-spot is soft like her delicious eggs.
A moment enjoyed of peace, before I try roasting octopus eggs and tortoise neck-meat. If not for the lack of civilization, I fear hunter bands would bring these passive tortoises to extinction.
These nomads are skilled with fire. I collected a burning butterfly over the flame, then bought Redmane recipes from this merchant. Still far too weak to burn the Erdtree. I suspect only mother's fire can do that.
I stumbled through the dark amid screams and bashing weapons. These demi-humans are deeply territorial, but weak in low numbers.
Their chiefs are fierce and unrelenting.
But I am more so. The trick is to ambush and overwhelm one, before the other arrives.
With the chiefs dead, the rest cowered. I spared them. The Lands Between also considers them ugly and deformed. That must matter.
Beyond the cave tunnel I discovered the distant island. The pedestal demands some offering. What bloody rituals did warriors enact here? Did they slay the dragon? Or did they so worship the corpse, they built around it?
I thought them defeated, but they popped back up! Took a second round to seal their death. Were they drowned sailors?
Limgrave II
The bow is an unusual weapon for apostles, but versatile. Though, is the statue beckoning or guiding me?
The stone imps are tricky, able to attack close and afar like me. The catacombs are littered with ghostflame, urns and coffins. Strange, for a land that prefers Erdtree burial. Perhaps the Order repurposed these tombs from a prior, proper death-accepting civilization.
Crunching bones interspersed our battle. Luckily, even stone can shatter.
These ruins litter Limgrave, though they do not match the surrounding architecture. Strange.
...
A pretend maiden to serve a runt apostle. I like it! She seems familiar. Perhaps I will meet her mother one day.
A blood-bone overrun cave.
The beasts seem to have slaughtered the soldiers camping inside. Perhaps why those soldiers scouted outside.
I returned to buy from Kale, but found this cold witch had dozed him! She gifted me a bell and steed. Though, I dislike calling for help. Will this Torrent be useful?
An endearing little demi-human. May be useful. By now, I have met no blond-pretty demigods. I may have more ugly fellows than I thought.
Difficult to fight these jockeys. But once toppled, the rider is weak. I pity the horse, though.
The night cavalry was far tougher than the raider, but all can fall.
Geronimo!
Tougher and rockier than the rest. But by now, I am a seasoned troll-killer. Do they all serve Marika in chains, though?
Some wretches burning a poor sop. The smell of cinders is oddly strong, though…
Be patient, aim for the head. His heart is flecked with stone, perhaps this is what that dragon church demanded from me. But, I lack the faith for those draconic prayers. Shame I cannot grill the heart for a snack.
This bloody stabber near had my guts bleeding out, until we taught him.
The sword-fighter is good, even if his weapon is terrible. How silly, his thin curved blade. Real swords are heavier than their wielders!
My strength grows...
How strange, finding a gladiator in this catacomb. Is he guarding or hampering those who live in death?
Limgrave III
None have begged for their life yet, until now. Is he a coward? Quite snarky for one, though. Strangely, he attacked though I only opened the chest, leaving the rubbish untouched. Sells good wares, at least.
Godrick should have added more trolls to the path.
Stormy hills.
A challenging fight, his shield blocked my arrows. The shield bash killed me more than I care to count. Still, his armor is adorned with branches and roots. Why would the tree-worshipers jail him?
A forlorn spirit, who gifted me more ghosts. Broken and unarmed, I doubt she will survive.
Here is a true warrior! Eager to teach me techniques. I pity any who must face him.
Here is a jolly warrior! Some smacks from my sword freed him. He says a festival is happening for a great general in Caelid. I will surely go.
Horseback is not my favorite method, but Torrent helps greatly. I lack a lance for proper jousting, though.
Colosseums attract the feistiest of duelers. Strange folk, to hunt trouble every day. I prefer to hunt gods, is all.
This demi-human thanked my efforts. How does he find satisfaction, being weak and ugly as he is?
Mad roaring sounds from afar.
As I strolled with Torrent, this rocky fellow tried to attack me! I knocked him down before he rose, though.
A cave-dwelling assassin, a black knife who slayed The Eternal’s demigods. I would have praised her, if not for her reckless attack.
If I wore a pumpkin helmet, I would go mad too.
The finger reader urges me onward, to strife and victory. I hope she is wrong about the former. Perhaps she only said so because my fingers were worn from that pumpkin basher.
The golden lad seems determined, if a wimp. If he wants to rant about skeletons, that energy would be better spent rattling bones.
A quiet moment, feeding Torrent berries.
The Mariner might have won, had he a bigger sea.
My war against Gold is aided greatly; for my enemies are divided. Until I interrupted and slayed both.
Wandering this beach, I fought an alabaster-skinned being. He seems alien, unlike any I have met. Where did he crash from?
Limgrave IV
All witches are strange, but this one was banished from a school of magic! She offers to teach me, but I lack a staff. She also calls me too dumb for any of the spells. Personally, I think her a poor teacher.
Rest with the dead.
After I saved him from a band of roaming demi-humans, this Kenneth Haight demanded I reconquer his fort. He claims himself rightful ruler of Limgrave. His voice carries far for orders, at least.
Melina relayed the words of Marika, from a time before her all-encompassing rule. But, I struggle to imagine The Eternal as other than a goddess. How can Melina hear that?
On D’s instructions, I found Gurranq through a portal. The beast clergy, sitting in his mausoleum, smells of death. Still, he is hungry for death roots and eager to reward.
A well, apparently. Where does it go?
Oh.
So it continues…
If not for the faint rocky traces, I would mistake this for a true night sky. I suspect this the prison of a starry civilization, from before The Eternal.
The Spirit Worshippers guard this place. But only a corpse resides here.
So life flourishes, even under a false heaven.
After exploring and lighting the ancestral torches, a horned power awakened.
Between Destined Death, death roots and my mother’s black flame, these lands are rife with fires of death. The Ancestral Spirit mystifies me… but it was beautiful.
Haight’s fort was being pricked by demi-humans, who made an excellent distraction as I battled. Kenneth thanked me for besting that blood-thirsty knight, but I doubt the “rightful ruler of Limgrave” commands anything in an abandoned, isolated fort.
Though Grace urges me north, I wish to prepare before fighting the demigods that surely await me. This peninsula may hold useful treasures. I hear a faint sizzling from it… Another strange fire, likely, that can aid my vengeance against The Eternal.
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