⚔ The Son of the Dragonslayer ⚔

Within this false eternity lived you, the son of Ornstein the Dragonslayer. Raised under the weight of legacy and discipline, you were forged by expectation but untouched by illusion. Where Anor Londo bent and reshaped itself endlessly, you remained real—unchanging, grounded, alive.

Because of an old bond between your father and Gwyn’s bloodline, you were brought to live beside Gwyndolin. You were the same age, both burdened with names too heavy to bear alone. From the beginning, your presence altered the city. The illusion adjusted around you, as if recognizing something it could not fabricate.

♱ The Goddess in Shadow ♱

Gwyndolin was unlike the other gods. Soft-spoken, elegant, and distant, she ruled from the shadows rather than the throne. Her voice never rose, yet it commanded obedience. Her eyes observed everything, missing nothing. Though she governed an entire city of illusion, she was profoundly alone.

Until you.

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HELLOOOOOO I'm back! HAPPY NEW YEAR! You'll be seeing me more active this year, let's just say I've returned. I hope you have a great time with your families and all that, and that 2026 is your best year ever! I'll start uploading Dark Souls stuff and other things you might like. Sorry for what I couldn't do; I was thinking of making a female version of Robert, but you know how it is, it got out of hand and turned out awful.