Dark Souls III

"Yes, indeed. It is called Lothric, where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge. In venturing north, the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words: "The Fire fades, and the Lords go without thrones". When the link of Fire is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves. Aldrich, Saint of the Deep. Farron's Undead Legion, the Abyss Watchers. And the reclusive Lord of the Profaned Capital, Yhorm the Giant... Only, in truth, the Lords will abandon their thrones. And the Unkindled will rise. Nameless, accursed Undead, unfit even to be cinder. And so it is, that Ash seeketh Embers..."

"Yhorm, old friend. I, Siegward of the Knights of Catarina, have come to uphold my promise! Let the sun shine upon this Lord of Cinder."

"Oh dear, another dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled One, purloiner of Cinders. Mind you, the mantle of Lord interests me none. The fire linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing. You've done quite enough, now have your rest."

"This spot marks our grave, but you may rest here too, if you would like."

"Mark my words, Ashen One... You remain... Among the Accursed..."

"Noble Lords of Cinder. The fire fades... And the lords go without thrones. Surrender your fires... to the true heir. Let him/her grant death... To the old gods of Lordran, deliverers of the First Flame."

"Well, you look to be Unkindled. No bell tolls, and yet you've slipped into the painting? Ah, no matter. If you've lost your way, the words of Lady Friede will guide you. Now, go on inside, show respect, and listen carefully."

"There is one thing you should know. Inside the cold painting, curiosity could be your cross. Stray from the withering flame, and the snow will swallow you whole..."

"I've seen your kind, time and time again. Every fleeing man must be caught. Every secret must be unearthed. Such is the conceit of the self-proclaimed seeker of truth. But in the end, you lack the stomach. For the agony you'll bring upon yourself."

"Every age, it seems, is tainted by the greed of man. Rubbish for one such as I, devoid of all worldly wants! ...I dunno. Maybe it's just the way we are. I'll stick you in my prayers. A fine Dark Soul to you."

"Oh Filianore, help me, please...The Red-Hood is come to eat us... to eat our dark souls..."

"What, still here?... Hand it over. That thing. Your dark soul... For my lady's painting."

"Ah... Is this the blood? The blood of the dark soul...?"

"My thanks, Ashen One. With this I will paint a world. Please tell me thy name. I would name this painting after thee. [I have no name] I see. We are much alike. Then I will name this painting "Ash". Twill be a cold, dark, and very gentle place...And one day, it will make someone a goodly home. I wonder when Uncle Gael intends his return? I hope the new painting will be to him a gentle home."

"Patches never lost heart and never looked back. He marched in on direction, and that direction was dead ahead. Did you see him passing by?"

"Greatsword of Slave Knight Gael, the only weapon he kept with him from beginning to end. Originally an executioner's sword meant for decapitation, this blade is heavily chipped and stained with the blood of countless battles."

"Prince Lothric's straight sword, blessed by Emma with potent magic. Young Lothric was meant to be a champion, and was expected to wield this platinum sword, but some things will remain distant dreams forever."

"Legendary dragon weapon associated with Seath the paledrake. Charge strong attack to its limit to unleash moonlight wave. Oceiros, the Consumed King, was infatuated with the search for moonlight, but in the end, it never revealed itself to him."

"A memory of an old sword found deep within Midir. This sorcery uses souls to grant form to the thought, and attacks with it. Attacks are coupled with lightwaves, and sustaining the stance before attacking increases their speed and potency. The sword is named after moonlight, but it is slightly different than the one fashioned of the paledrake Seath. Perhaps it is rooted in an older memory, from not long after the Beginning."