*Anor Londo

Man and Hollow, all are drawn to it, like moths to a flame who also too sputter and burn.

By force or invitation, you find yourself within the royal residence, a castle and cathedral both, now on the threshold of the royal throne room.

pushing past the braced doors, you see before you a stunning individual sitting on a throne, clad in white, silver and gold with silvery hair and pallid skin

Thou hast trespassed upon the demesne of mine kith and kin, speak thy intent, or begone!

the boyish voice echoes through the brightly lit yet empty room.