This is the second installment of a series that acts as commentary of my playthrough of Dark Souls 2, and is told in the Brave Undead’s point of view in the form of journal entries. You can read the first installment if you wish to catch up.
I’ve experienced death for the first time since becoming an Undead. It was stupid. All my fault. The hopeless man directed me to one of the paths I mentioned, which leads to the Forest of Giants. I found myself crossing a short bridge inside a cavern. With my torch illuminating the walls, I suppose I was paying more attention to my surroundings than the bridge. Like a fool, I didn’t realize I was straying off the bridge until it was too late, and I fell into the water below and was swept away into darkness. Rocks crushed my bones, my lungs burned for air. I saw a flash of light, and then nothing.
I woke up back in Majula, by the bonfire. Not only has my flesh started to discolor, but something feels missing. Inside. Could I have lost my souls? The souls of the Hollows I killed on my way to Majula?
This is the start of going Hollow, isn’t it. I must find more souls. “Seek larger, more powerful souls,” she said. This could be the key to maintaining my sanity, thus my humanity. Whatever is in the Forest of Giants, I have a feeling that I will be lead to something powerful.
It’s so strange how peaceful these Bonfires are. After crossing the bridge, I exited the cave to find myself in a beautiful wooded area. The rushing river to my right led me past a couple of Hollowed soldiers and to this Bonfire by the bank. There are even more Hollows around me, very close by actually. But even so, the flame makes me feel safe. I don’t think I will be bothered here. While crossing the river, I felt sharp pain as an arrow pierced my side. Though when I sat next to the flame, the arrow fell away and the wound closed with no scar. I don’t know how many of these there are, or how far apart they’ll be on my journey, but I must keep an eye out for them.
The bastard that shot me guards the entrance to the hollowed underside of a giant tree. It seems to be the only way forward.
Another death. I feel even weaker, and what’s left of my flesh smells of rot.
Upon dispatching the bowman and another Hollow that snuck up behind me, I entered the underside of the tree to find a ladder that led me up to the ruins of what may have been an arena, or possibly a theater or meeting area. Either it was built around the roots of this tree, or the monstrous tree has sprouted through it over the ages. Whatever and whenever it was, it matters little now anyhow. Time means nothing in this land, and there are so many secrets and untold stories that it’s best to not even wonder.
A bowman was perched on a higher level of the arena, and I counted three other soldiers before I was quickly surrounded and overwhelmed. An arrow tore through my shoulder and another in my back, and I managed to kill one of the soldiers before another went berserk and quickly slashed the life from me. His age-dullen blade ripped my skin more than it slashed. His wild attack cut this way and that, catching me so off guard that I had no time to move or strike back.
Strangely, I did not wake up in Majula. This time I was greeted by the warmth of the Bonfire near the river. It seems as though my soul is tied to the last one I touch.
At the mention of souls, I’m reminded that I must avenge my latest death and retrieve those that I lost.
End of Entry