Hope

As the Ashen One walked up upon the staircase; leading to the Firelink Shrine's bonfire - He noticed the presence of a familiar knight, Sirris. The Unkindled made his way towards her who sat by the stairs.

"Hello again.

I have since heard a great deal about you.

For one, that you are most gentle of heart.

I, too, am bound by duty, but can offer you my sign.

I hear that cordial intrusion lays the path to embers.

If I can be of help, by all means, do call upon me.

Blessing of the moon upon your journey."

Slightly startled of the tone of her voice, he gratefully accepted the offer of assistance by the dame. In exchanged, he replied in the same manner of tone. "I offer of my sign to thee, whenever in need." The Unkindled then left to treat the bonfire and soon enough vanished. Their encounter would not be soon, as the two strayed because of their path. The Undead soon after went back to where he had defeated the Lord of Cinder; the Abyss Watchers. He walked close to the altar, which trembled and upon so moved to reveal a hidden passageway beneath the concrete floors. 'This must be the Catacombs that knight Anri had spoken of.' when he was behold to the sight of the humongous underground grave, bones scattered about everywhere.

Hours spent upon the defeat of the enemies within, both Carthus Undead and skeleton alike. The Unkindled had stumbled upon a distressed female knight.

"Oh, hello, how very fortunate.

Have you seen my companion, Horace?

To my shame, I was snared by a trap, and we've become separated.

I've not been able to find him since."

With Anri's iron helm covering her face; it ceased to reveal of her expression, however the hopeful tone of her voice spoke louder than expressed. "I have yet to seen Horace within this area." an indirect 'no' was responded to the dame. She sighed in defeat, however asked for the help of a fellow Unkindled.

"Yes, I see.

Horace is a valiant knight.

He can look after himself, no question.

He's probably searching for me right now, with twice the resolve.

If you happen upon him, please tell him that I remain in the catacombs and will lay prism stones to guide him, as always.

Please send him my word. I beg of you. May the flames guide your way."

Without seconds to waste, she moved further; deep down to the Catacombs where more fearsome hollows lurked about. The Ashen One had caught glimpse, of what Anri of Astora was really of. 'A child lost in the dark, with only little faith left before she is to be engulfed in despair.'

As the Undead dived to the depths of the untended, overflowing graves of bones; he came to see a nearly-collapsing Unkindled. "Ah, hello, we meet again. Have you seen Horace anywhere?" more than before, her every words held every fear in them. Painful it was to be said, the Ashen One replied with a simple 'no' which had truly shaken the girl to the bones.

"Oh, yes, I see. I've searched high and low, with no luck. Perhaps he's left the catacombs." her nervousness were far too presentable even from afar. The Unkindled could sense the fear concocting deep within her, and as on cue. "Oh, Horace, where have you run off to? Have you abandoned me? No, what a horrible thought..." Her tone were cracked and trembling. Sincerely sympathetic, the Undead left the decimated knight from where she stood - Taking it upon himself to search for the companion of a fellow Unkindle.

Layers deep within the depths of the Catacombs, where as when the Unkindle dug deeper - more monstrous beast seemed to surface, where none normal men wouldn't be able to stand the slightest of chance. A humongous chaos demon guard about a large room, similar as to the one that the Ashen One and Siegward of Catarina had fought at the Undead Settlement. The difference at the moment was that the Unkindle had to fight the demons of old - alone, all for the sake of seeking out a companion of a fellow seeker of lord.

The battle between an Unkindle and a demon of old; commenced. The immediate rush of craving for a fight exceeded far where no other Unkindled would ever reach. The Ashen One knew for a fact - that he was belligerent. His newly acquainted blades came to full use, the Farron Greatsword. Gracefully he danced about the battle field that was fully his stage. The colossal hammer; wielded by the foul demon bashed it to the ground where debris flew and the stage trembled. Gradually, the large beast would not be able to sustain any longer as he fell dead. It was a show to behold, however, in a stage, only one is a protagonist - which was the Unkindled who walked away from the show-stage.

Over time, the Unkindled had discovered Horace. But to his dismay, his expression fell from neutrality, to a form of sorrow. 'Just any longer and you wouldn't have gone hollow.' it was obvious and clear as the twinkling titanite, that Horace had fallen to despair, which resulted the man to hollow at the thought of being abandoned just as Anri had done so.

In these times, the only respect that could be given to one, that one is familiar - is to kill their hollow state, to prevent the loss of the dignity of the former person that had long gone hollow.

It was undoubtedly the same with Sirris. To kill the hollow that had possessed the very body of her once loving granddad before it came to being a hollow as the news told of his cruel deeds. As his granddaughter, it was by her duty to lay him to rest. As well as to prevent anymore of his dignity to be dragged through the mud. To show him respect even after long of his passing. To preserve the memory of her loving righteous granddad who served as a Holy Knight. To avoid the memories of being tainted of the unfathomable acts of his hollow self.

" Farron Greatsword -

Greatsword of the Abyss watchers which is atypically paired with a dagger.

The dagger is utilized as a wedge in the left hand while the greatsword is held in the right, a unique technique that was synonymous with the Undead Legion. Confounds foes the manner of wolves hunting prey.

Skill: Parry

Deflect an attack when timed properly and follow up with a critical hit, executed with the dagger. "