Notes from author
You were a High Cleric of the Way of the White when you turned hollow. They dubbed you Paladin, and bid you to serve the Princess Gwynevere.
Then he came; the Heretic from Carim. With his fool-hearted companions, he stormed against the Dragonslayer Ornstein and Executioner Smough. The giant fell first full of hatred. Then the brave knight Ornstein.
Now weakened by the sacrifices of your brethren, the Heretic's lackey's fell under your halberd. But alas the Heretic of Carim was relentless. He swiped away your halberd and struck around your shield, and so you fell.
As he walked over your dying body he taunted, "Try holding with both hands."
A dark solemn world is what you were greeted with when you awoke. Devoid of humanity you wailed for your Princess. Mindlessly you charged into her throne-room, but she was gone. Now fallen to your knees and sobbing you notice a scorched corpse before you; the Heretic.
But who was this man now standing above you with his brilliant aura. Warmth surged through you as you took his hand, and like a wondrous father he said, "I have a proposition, if you have a moment."
