Lucatiel of Mirrah - Prologue; Knightfall
@Verite
@Away From the Hand
"My name is Lucatiel. I beg of you, remember my name. For I may not myself…"
Those were the last words Lucatiel would utter in this world... Or so... She thought anyways.
While she had been kept sane for just a little longer, fighting by the side of a complete stranger, (none other than a a woman who seemed pretty scantily clad, weirdly enough)... She found a few precious moments of solace, and felt like a knight for just a little longer...
But now... She knew her end drew near... And though as an undead, she could not die... She soon might as well be... Dead...
All her memories gone... Scattered to the winds, and whatever semblance of herself... Would be no more. She had dreaded this day would come, and even sought to avoid it, but alas, even Drangleic, could not give her the salvation she desired.
Her vision was fading... And a distinct numbness took over her body, as she closed her eyes and let out what she had thought to be her final breath.
However, fate, seemed to have a different plan in store for her...
...
Red.
That was the first and only color she saw, when she regained consciousness, and she could feel something distinctly squishy underneath her feet.
Was this what it was like to become hollowed?
No... Wait... Something wasn't quite right.
As the red slowly faded from her vision, it was replaced with a horrific sight; a mass of horrific faces... Abominations that were unlike anything she had seen, rivaling even the creatures she had faced during her time in Drangleic.
Though soon, she noticed something else; her thoughts, her memories... They were... Still there! While she could still feel the disfigured patch on her face, where the undead curse had begun to eat away at her features... Even underneath her mask, she could actually... Think... Clearly...
But perhaps it would have been better if she had hollowed, right then and there, in that rundown hut, next to that bonfire... Rather than to have to bear witness to the terrors of wherever she had ended up.
However, since she was here... Alive... And still her... As a knight of Mirrah, as much as her homeland may shun her now... She would fight... And endure, to the very end.
On the other hand, after the initial shock of her surroundings faded, she found that she wasn't quite sure WHAT to fight, if anything at all. Who was a friend? Who was a foe?
Well, it seemed that was a question that could wait until later, as she didn't show too much interest in interacting with the oddball group that had been gathered here, and while she was tempted to approach the mysterious hand in the distance... Seeing that others had already headed there, she decided to
head in the opposite direction of the hand.
After all, she hoped to survey the area a little better, before she started messing around with any weird, enlargened appendages that loomed ominously in the distance.