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[b][color=376877]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]565 (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=376877]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]14/30 EXP[/i]
[b][color=376877]Location:[/color][/b] [i](The Under) Forsaken Land ➡ Kingdom's Edge[/i]
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Something about their short-lived adventure weighed upon the slumped shoulders of Artorias whose wandering mind was deep in thought whilst the other Seeker's busied themselves.

The great knight stood a pace from where Barnabee's body had faded to nothingness, kneeling Artorias felt the ground with a hand "[color=376877]Hmm, nothing.[/color]" the knight sighed, as the only dust that sifted through his fingers was that left from the undisturbed ground.

Truly the other knight was gone, yet he left no sign nor soul behind unlike that left by the husk of his former queen or those Artorias had seen before "[color=376877]Where arte the soul of the knight?[/color]" he mumbled to himself as he stood leaning on Finstertöter as he did so. He'd save the question of Barnabee's death for another time, curious now of what the Seeker's had done with the mysterious orb that seemed to restore one's form.

"[color=376877]Tis verily a strange artefact,[/color]" Artorias mused to himself as he knelt with one knee upon the ground to get a closer look at the oddly familiar looking blade that had caught his eye, upon closer look the knight gasped recognizing the holy scripture written upon the blackened blade "[color=376877]By the Flame, tis the blade of a Silver Knight burnt black…[/color]" Artorias rested Finstertöter upon the floor both blades similar in design though clearly the black greatsword was aged "[color=376877]Tis a blade seemingly beyond my own age, but how?[/color]"

This greatsword was sturdy, though old it held the weight and make of a fine weapon. Artorias looked between Finstertöter and the other blade, nodding as he came to the decision to take up this new blade in honor of to the knights of Gwyn.

Artorias’s curiosity won him over too as he inspected the Orb of Undoing, turning it over in his free hand before taking up his blades the spirits of the Corrupted Golem as well as that of Southpaw left him, he was himself once more. 

A foot taller no less and without the features of an animal, unlike Nadia he preferred to remain as he once was. If he were to use them again, he decided against fusing himself with souls lest they are more humanoid. Artorias still didn't quiet grasp the process of using spirits yet thus would be more careful with them.

"[color=376877]I must take up this blade, I must find out what're happened to those who once wielded it. And hm, I verily must find a skilled leathermaker whom could fashion myself a sheathe to hold my blades.[/color]" Knight Artorias though possessed of a strength unlike any man or woman still grunted resting both weapons upon his mighty shoulders.

Organization, Linkle, Skullgirl it all flew over the knights head as he stood furtively eyeing both Nadia and the newcomer alike with slight confusion "[color=376877]Doth thou know each other? Or arte thou an enemy?[/color]" Artorias who wasn't as acquainted with the goings on of the group hadn't any idea of past events so his only impression was that Nadia seemed to know this stranger. "[color=376877]What're thou arte enemy or friend, you'd do well to stay a friend.[/color]" Artorias warned her, tightening his hands around both blades before continuing on with the others. And he fully meant what he said.