Elder Blood Witcher 103 Introductions To Fluff

After "gently" opening the gates, Reima decides to deal with the dragon first and foremost, in the game it's just an immobile enemy but here, he doesn't know if it'll try kill him from behind. He makes his way back through he fort and finds himself back on top of the bridge where the "dead" dragon lays, he looks closely at it and sees it's rotting corpse is missing scales and has infested and infect wounds completely covering it, it's head is missing it's eyes but it can probably still see, similarly to how undead skeletons do.

He enchants Arcell with Chaos Blade, a.s.suming that fire would do more damage to an undead than Crystal would, he approaches and picks up blood s.h.i.+eld before poking the dragon in the face with the flaming Arcell, it raises it's head up and roars before using it's front legs to drag it towards him... It's lower body separates from the rest of it as it tries to bite him, Reima continues to back up until it's unable to go any further. While it can't physically attack him it's still able to use a dragon signature breath attack, it takes a deep breath and remain prepares to be blasted with searing flames... Instead a cloud of purple poison mist erupts from it's throat and slowly makes it's way towards him. He casts Aard at it completely dissipating it and allowing the blizzard winds to blow the rest away. It doesn't seem detterred by it's failed attack and tries again... It still does nothing.

Reima is a bit put out at fighting his first actual dragon, he gets slightly depressed the more Fireb.a.l.l.s impact it, until it slowly dissapates into white dust and awarding him with a dragon scale...

Reima "Man that was s.h.i.+t, the only other actual dragons that should exist aside from that is Seath the scaleless and the everlasting dragon, one of those you can't even kill." he grumbles to himself as he makes his way back to the statue and through the gate towards Her majestic fluff.

Looking down the long path Reima can see hollows banging away at the Fog-Gate, trying to gain access for some reason? It seems if you don't have a strong enough soul you can't even go through them. He kills the hollows blocking his path including a large steel armoured knight, it tries to sprint at him in it's heavy armour but is instantly killed by a conjured Crystal Soul spear. Reima picks up it's dropped armour and tower s.h.i.+eld before making his way to the Fog-Gate, he smacks his cheeks, brushes his hair and checks his breath while psyching himself up, "You got this. Confidence."
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He steps through the Fog-Gate unarmed and gazes upon the only other occupant of the room, she's 8-9 feet tall and wears a furry white dress that matches her pale skin and long white hair. Her eyes surprise Reima as they almost match his own, bright green with a snake-like pupil. While a little different from his own it's still surprising. Briefly glancing over her he sees small horns jutting from her forehead and a long furry white tail poking from her dress. She stands in the middle of the room wielding a giant scythe in a n.o.ble posture. She doesn't say anything and just observes his actions.

He steps up while showing he isn't holding anything, "Greetings Milady, I am Reima Ludvig. May you do me the pleasure of introducing yourself?" He tries to mimic the way Geralt had to act in his stories of speaking with n.o.bles.

A white eyebrow on her face raises at his introduction, looking closer he can see small white scales on her brow and neck... Similar to Queliina's actually.

Priscilla "Mine own name wouldst beest Priscilla." She leans forward slightly while keeping a tight grip on her weapon. She continues in a gentle tone, "One of us, thou art not. If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not." She repeats her familiar line from the game.

Reima "What makes you say I am not one of you? I don't belong to the world outside, does that mean I have a place here?"

Priscilla's eyes soften when she hears he doesn't belong outside but still insists he returns. "It matters not. This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong."

Reima cannot help but scoff, "Kind? I don't know who you're referring to because I had to fight through an army of hollows, a dragon and bird people just to get here, the "exit". Besides, if they are so kind and peaceful, why are you in here, wielding a weapon?"

Priscilla shuffles uncomfortably before anxiously stating, "To protecteth myself from people outside... Mine own Mother a.s.sisted having me putteth here, disowned and abandoned, I remaineth here."

Reima considers her parentage, logically the only dragon close enough to the lord of Anor Londo would be Seath... And based on the statue overlooking the painting I would a.s.sume that her mother is Gwenevere, Lord Gwyn's hatred of dragons was well known... Perhaps having a half-breed grand daughter was too much for him, Reima also vaguely remembers something about them fearing her power?

Reima also picks up her trying to change the topic, "I empathise with you Milady, but that doesn't answer my question... Why are you not with these "Kind and peaceful" Inhabitants, and instead reside here... Wielding a weapon and preparing for combat. You can't have a lot of visitors due to me having the only key inside."

Priscilla says in a shaky voice, "I doth not have to answer thy questions, Thou does't not know of true loneliness, pain." She barely gets out the last part of the sentence.

Reima sits on the floor a comfortable distance away from her, "You a.s.sume you know about me Lady Priscilla, would it surprise you to know that people refer to me as freak when they see me? Look at me in disgust because of what I am... Probably similar to your situation, no?"