Quick Silver’s gaze followed the breadth of the wall past the crevasse, it’s enormity filling him with unease with each step up the cliff stairwell and stopped when he crested the top of the staircase. ‘Hm. This could prove irritating.’ There in front of him Quick Silver saw four undead warriors, clad in their piecemeal armor. They stood on the cliff’s path with their weapons at the ready and so Quick Silver unsheathed his beloved scimitar and walked along the edge of the cliff attempting to draw one of the warriors away from their positions.
“Hssck!” Two of the Undead Hollowed warriors took his bait, the closer aggressor leaping at Quick Silver with its chipped sword clenched tightly in it’s mouth. Quick Silver stepped backwards avoiding the blow and as the undead warrior regained it’s step he swung his bladed wing across it’s barrel in two quick strikes, their thin frame and rotted armor protecting it not. The other warrior dropped down the next stairwell and charged at Quick Silver, who waited until the last moment before stepping aside to watch the attacker charge off the cliff to its death.
“Easy enough,” Quick Silver smirked, “now then. To take care of you.” He spied a more heavily armored undead stationed below another undead positioned near a large box on the ledge. Quick Silver ignored the higher elevated hollow and prowled forward, his blade raised in wariness, and advanced on the more heavily armored hollow.
“Arrgh!” He screamed in shock as a heavy object hit and burst on his back exploding in a wave of flames. Quick Silver leaped away and landed back at the cliff’s edge, his coat and wings singed but unharmed, “Who bucking dares?!” His furious glare sought the source of the explosion and spied the previously thought unarmed warrior on the higher elevated position tossing small black balls that fell just short of Quick Silver. Quick Silver reached back and took a small sip from his estus flask and watched as the undead continued to futilely throw the explosive balls at him.
Several minutes of non-stop throwing later Quick Silver began to ponder. ‘How many of these... fire . . .bomb. . .things does it have?’, he watched the husk for a opening and moved towards the stairway on the left and observed for a lull in the barrage. ‘There!’ Quick Silver gritted his teeth and charged through the flames of a hastily thrown bomb and cut down the bomb thrower as it reached down into her box for another bomb. An Axe chopped at him from the side, it’s blunt head tangling in his fluttering coat, and Quick Silver turned and decked the attacker with his front hoof before he sliced at the now unarmed attacker. Heavy hoofsteps pounded on the stonework above him so Quick Silver turned bucked the incoming warrior into the stairs before dodging to the side as it bounced off and fell to the cliff below. Quick Silver eyed the box of volatile explosives next to him and kicked it off the cliff towards the fallen hollow and saw as they crushed the undead before breaking and falling off the into the crevasse below.
“Well. . .I hope to never see those bombs again.” Quick Silver sighed and headed back down the stairs. “Now then. Where were we?” He took a swig of his estus once more and took note of the emblem on the heavily armored hollow’s shield.
“That. . .That is the symbol of King Sombra.” He was shocked to realize just how bad things had gotten since his incarceration.
Quick Silver cautiously stepped forward, the hollowed soldier breaking position to attack him. The Soldier jabbed forward with its blade, but Quick Silver shifted half a step right and grabbed the hollow’s blade arm, bringing his sword’s pommel down to smack the hollowed soldier’s skull denting its helmet. The blow knocked the hollow’s head back stunned long enough for Quick Silver to pull it forward to the ground before grabbing his scimitar from his wing, clenched the blade in his mouth, and impaled the hollowed pony through it’s unarmored midsection.
‘How did King Sombra’s realm and people devolve like this?’ Quick Silver sighed in dismay and wiped his hooves of grime on the grassy cliff. ‘I doubt that the journey will have hopeful answer.’
“Now then. With that out of the way.” Quick Silver moved up the three flights of stairs to the entrance of the Aqueduct. “Time to get my hooves wet.” With a shudder he stepped inside the mossy enclosure, the running water cleaning his hooves and overgrown fetlocks, his ears perking upward as snarls echoed off the wet stone walls. He turned his head left towards the snarls and froze in disgust. ‘. . .A giant rat. . .a giant bucking rat.’ He craned his neck to see over the rat and spied that it was feasting on not an undead, but a young mare’s corpse. Quick Silver took his sword, growled, and leaped at the vermin.
“Rrraggh!” The scream of bitter anger bounced off the walls just as his impact caused the rat to bounce off the floor. “Hah. . .hah. . .” Quick Silver panted as he tried to reign in his anger. “If I ever see another of these. . . damnedable vermin again it will be far too soon!” He looked up and stared at the half-eaten corpse and carefully shut her eyes, and winced as memories came to him unbidden before he about faced and marched away shaking off his revulsion. Quick Silver shortly came to a dimly lit passage out of the water and up a stairwell. He saw the sun’s rays shining down the stairwell and followed them out to the open sky. Quick Silver knew he had arrived at the Undead Burg. He quickly had this confirmed when a undead soldier leapt at him and rakes his side with it’s weapon. Quick Silver gasped and fell onto his side as he slid half way down the stairs. He rolled to his back and in a panic brought his scimitar to bare just as the soldier landed on him, blade piercing it’s chest, his eyes wide as he squirmed around it’s death throes. As it stilled Quick Silver slowly turned and pushed the corpse off him and leaned against the wall as he held a hoof to his sliced hide. This kind of wound was familiar to him though it had been a great many years since he had been caught so unawares so badly. “Hssh.” Quick Silver hissed as he placed pressure on his bleeding wound, his other hoof reaching towards the stone estus flask, before he swallowed a large mouthful of the glowing liquid. His wound all but disappearing leaving but a long thing scratch along his side. “…Clearly. . .I should be paying more attention.”
Quick Silver leaned over and pulled his sword from his assailant’s chest and clutched it in his mouth before slowly moving up the stairs. There at the top he spied another warrior staring at him from across the way and with head and blade low to the ground, stepped forward to goad the mindless beast. After a few steps the undead leapt at Quick Silver who swerved right only to have the Undead’s axe bounce off his back. In return he twisted his neck and slashed into the hollow’s barrel, his strenuous blow nearly bisecting the emaciated warrior. Quick Silver glared at the warrior, “That! That was griffin dung!” He began stomping on the hollow’s chest and began to vent his anger. Venting as he was Quick Silver was unable to hear when another hollow warrior, drawn in by the fighting, ran up behind and attacked. The Hollow’s blade running through Quick Silver’s back and leaving him pinned to the stone walkway. “Not…like…this.” He gasped as the light went from his eyes.