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[sup][b][color=A5988A]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]635 (+1 points)[/i] | [b][color=A5988A]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]5/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=A5988A]Location:[/color][/b] [i]The Under ➡ Chasm[/i][/sup][/center]

A man of mysterious origins and steely cold calculating eyes, set out from the desolate Dirtmouth, his heart heavy with the burden of his past. Before he descended into the ominous Chasm, and the darkness enveloped him, echoing the shadows of his own soul lingered in his thoughts.

Memories of his imprisonment haunted his every step as well as the night he lost everything, driving him forward in search of the heroes who could help him break free from his chains both physical and emotional still bound by an ill influence and maybe use them to find Harvey - the man who took everything from him, the thought of his former colleague made Osvald's knuckles cracked as he balled them up into tight fists.

Ozvald's resolve was tested time and time again. When bandits attempted to ambush him long before his descent, his magical prowess shone through. With a flick of his hand, he cast a spell that ignited the would-be thieves burning them and causing most of them to flee leaving a few stragglers for the scholar to deal with.

They used rusty, dull blades the five of the [url=https://eldenring.wiki.fextralife.com/Highwayman]highwaymen[/url] though seemingly capable fighters fell easily to the scholars magic, pitiful as it was he was thankful that when he faced the couple left they were not as difficult to take down as he would assume they would in a group, taking one out with a solid punch to the stomach while the other came at him with a short sword the burly man barely had time to move getting caught by it his arm gushed blood - so much for not a difficult fight.

Enraged the scholar incinerated the last of the thieves and fell on his side repressing the urge to hiss in pain, holding down the gash on his arm he clenched his teeth bringing a hand over the wound a small flame appeared in the center of his palm seething in agony as he burned his own flesh to cauterize the injury.

In the aftermath he salvaged what he could from their assortment of glowing spirits, stripping himself and donning the burned tatters of whatever clothing he could as he crushed an orb. He hesitated to do what he recalled the knight did, absorbing spirits seemed to have dramatic effects so he crushed only a few too cautious of the effects.

[center][hider=For Osvald]Items obtained:
[b]Runes[/b] x348
[i]Minuscule, faded fragments left behind by the shattering of the Golden Order. They still hold a faint trace of power, and in great quantities can make strong even the lowliest of beings, as the amassed threads slowly interweave into shreds of reality's tapestry[/i]
[b]Mushroom[/b] x2
[i]A fungal growth that thrives in damp thickets and elsewhere. Material used for crafting items. Its thick, spongy flesh makes it a key component in throwing pots[/i]
[b]Highwayman Cloth Armor[/b]
[i]Hideously stained and ragged cloth, scarcely even classifiable as brigandine armor. Worn by former foot soldiers who have turned to banditry[/i][/hider][/center]

A mix of determination and compassion flickered in his eyes as he stowed his newly acquired blade at his side, a silent acknowledgment of the harsh realities of survival in this unforgiving world, though it was a necessary evil and breathing a shaky breath as he got to his feet the scholar muttered "[color=A5988A]A worthwhile endeavor.[/color]"

Besides those men - If they even were men any more fought like mindless zombies attacking him with their swords and daggers wildly. He perished the thought looking onward, he limped forward continuing on his way down through the dark with only the light of a flame in his hand to guide him.

This deep chasm extends for an immense distance below the surface, offering a gateway to hidden realms below. 

At the base of the Chasm lie ancient ruins that Osvald was determined to reach hearing traders and miners alike speak of something down there he expected he would likely not be far behind the "Seekers", embarking on a perilous descent using mining shafts and peculiar square waterfalls the scholar made his journey deeper below closer to his goal.