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The Dark Sign has long been the most hated symbol to the world, for it is the sign of the Undead. The most vile of existence, where no matter how grueling the wound or how destroyed the body might be death will never come for the Undead until time itself has ceased to exist. It has been long persecuted by all churches, they are hated by all gods and never will they find reprieve in an afterlife.
Yet the Dark Sign is a symbol that no one fully understands. It is a mystery that claims the holiest of men, the vilest of criminals, kings, princesses, and humble peasants. No one can be certain how it appears until death has come. Some say the secret lies with Fire Keepers, the avatars of bonfires who live their entire existence to tend to its flames. Others believe it to be a curse from the Goddess of Sin, Velka, who has come to punish the Gods of Anor Londo for their own sins. The reasons are unknown, and for that the Church is afraid of what the Dark Sign means. And so this fear has led to persecution of all that bare its mark.
The Undead Asylum was built long ago to house those accursed Undead. Built atop a nameless mountain, far in the middle of a great impassable mountain range it is a place where the living do not tread. There are no human guards within the asylum, they’ve all gone away and locked the path from the mountains. Only prisoners condemned for their unnatural life and hollows who have long driven themselves insane exist here. There is no escape as the only way out is by the courtyard, locked behind two tall doors opened by two different keys. Those who have tried are quickly killed by a stray Demon that has been chained in the courtyard as another prisoner. Hollows that wander into its domain are killed in terrible ways, the massive demon is cruel and takes his time to gnaw upon the bones of its victims loud enough for other prisoners to hear.
Without hope they are forced to wait until the end of the world. Each locked away in their own cells with no comforts. As a mockery to their existence, each cell shares one feature. Each one has a window, a simple hole in the ceiling that allows one ray of sunlight to shine down onto them.
The cells are locked but flimsy at best. Hollows wander around aimlessly, bodies without minds going through the motions of existence. The church doesn’t care what happens in the asylum or to its prisoners. There is no point in caring for the existence of such foul creatures. Murders are pointless acts of brutality, only those strong enough to keep their minds have any belongings.
Each prisoner came from all around the world. Some came from the land of Vinheim, a nation of powerful sorceries that has seen the creation of most of the world’s spells. Famed sorcerers such as Big Hat Logan have come from Vinheim’s prestigious Dragon School. Yet it is a place not without its faults. Vinheim is a place of elitists and espionage. Intrigue and assassination are common in Vinheim, underlying the visage of cultured arts. Many here were victims of that espionage, left here to rot away in unlife.
Others come from Thorulund. A beautiful country of white spires, grand cathedrals, churches, and rolling hills of meadows. It is a place of faith, ruled by the royal House of Thorulund. Its people are the followers to the Way of White. It is their belief to be charitable and help their fellow man through the world. They worshipped the once great Lord Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight, and all things related to him. Including his kind, the Princess of Sunlight Gwynevere, wife of the Sun God. Yet no other country has such strict persecution for the Undead. In Thorulund those with the Dark Sign are the most vile of accursed things.
Yet inside the asylum the origins of a man or woman matters little. The end is always the same. Each one knows that even if they did escape the prison there was always the inevitable demise of all undead. To become hollow. To become insane, and nothing more than a monster... But something has changed the mood on one peaceful autumn day. There is an invader in the asylum and the hollows are restless...