Long, long ago, there was a continent called Lordran. The walking dead, the undead, gods, and Lords of Cinder roamed its lands, while an entity known as the First Flame sustained the world. The people there called this the Age of Fire. Long, long afterward, so much time had passed that humanity had forgotten everything about the Age of Fire. On a planet called Terra, its inhabitants went about their lives. Then, one day, when a little lamb who had just stepped outside her home spotted a large piece of non-burnable trash on the ground, the wheels of fate began to turn.
Every day, a certain Mr. Ashen One, who prefers to remain anonymous, ponders the same question: Where the hell did my spiral sword go? No bonfire? I'll beat your ass.
A newcomer just messing around. Show me some support, folks!
