The clang of steel against steel echoed throughout the chamber, ethereal bells ringing unseen as another Watcher rose, supporting himself with the massive blade common among the Undead Legion. His eyes flickering red as he continued to fight the Abyss that threatened to consume him. Looking towards the sounds of combat, his eyes narrowed as an armoured knight swung at another Watcher, catching him in the stomach but thankfully drawing minimal blood thanks to the light yet sturdy armour that they wore. In response the Watcher swung his massive sword with speed that should not have been realistically possible, the knight blocking the blow with a grunt as he was pushed back.

Drawing his curved dagger, the attention of the two warriors moving towards him at the sound of another weapon unsheathing, he brought up his great sword resting it on his right shoulder as he crouched to prepare to jump forward in attack. What almost sounded like fabric tearing sounded behind him. Glancing over his shoulder his eyes widened as they continued to flicker a crimson red. His head felt like it was about to burst as an invisible force grabbed him from behind, pulling him backwards into a bright white light, the pain increasing hundred fold as he made contact with the light.

[Rift Event] complete, [World System] loading...

He stared ahead, eyes continuing to flicker between it's normal colour dark grey colour and a glowing crimson red. His head ached as his vision slowly returned to him, a lush forest bed greeting his eyes. Pushing himself up to his knees he stared ahead, taking in the beautiful lush greenery of the forest surrounding him. He had absolutely no idea how to react. It had been a countless amount of years since he had seen anything green or naturally growing that hadn't been taken by the [Abyss]. He frowned. [Abyss] was being thought differently. His frown deepened.

[Abyss].

He couldn't quite place it but something was different in the word itself. Looking to his right he spotted his great sword lying among the soft grass, his left hand subconsciously searching for the dagger at his side, only for another look, this time to his left, to reveal the dagger also sitting among the grass. Reaching over he grabbed his sword and dagger, sheathing the latter while resting the sword on his shoulder. Standing up he took one final look around before taking a single step forward.

Warning: Current host not part of [World System], loading solution...

Solution Found: Entering Host into database...

Taking a step back in shock he brought his sword swinging down on instinct, gliding through the blue box in front of his face as though it didn't exist. Continuing to step back the blue box continued to simply stay where it had appeared, unmoving.

Host has been entered into database.

Evaluating stat potential...

The box appeared in front of him again, causing him to almost slice at it again only to stop as he read what was presented before him. Database? Stat potential? What did all that mean?

Levels and skills gained according to individuals current skills and stats...

Error: No class suitable for current Host.

Creating new class...

Task successful.

His brain felt like it was about to throw up from the strangeness of the situation and the continuous stream of strange information. He didn't have time to recover however as another blue box appeared, much bigger then the others.

Categories:

Information:

Chosen Name Abyss Watcher True Name (Unavailable) Class [Farron Blademaster] Level 142 Disguised Race Human True Race (Unavailable) Age 2341 (Hidden) Titles:

[Unique] Lord of Cinder (Hidden)

This person has linked the [First Flame] and restarted the cycle, whether by themselves or with others.

+200% [Fire Resistance]

+100% [Fire Damage]

[Unique] Farron Blademaster

Trained with the famed great swords produced by Farron smiths, this person has mastered the unique style of combat used by the Abyss Watchers, utilising heavy swords to great effect when combined with their famed [Hook Dagger]. (Hidden)

+100% Damage with [Great Sword] weapons.

+100% Damage with [Ultra Great Sword] weapons.

+50% Damage with [Hook Dagger] weapons.

+50% [Agility] when equipped with either a [Great Sword] or [Ultra Great Sword], paired with a [Hook Dagger].

[Legendary] Abyss Watcher

This person is a part of the most elite group of the Undead Legion of Farron, and part of the group that linked the [First Flame]. Abyss Watchers are dedicated to the destruction of all things that are of the [Abyss]. (Hidden)

+100% [Abyss Resistance]

+100% Damage against [Abyss] creatures or users.

[Epic] Rifted (Hidden)

This person has been transported from their original world into this one, not by being summoned by someone from another world, but by a fluctuation in reality known as a [Rift]. Unlike a [Summon], [Rifted] are not brought into another world to combat a rising threat or for some purpose, the completion of which would allow the [Summon] to return to their world. [Rifted] are caused completely on accident and cannot return to their original world. There are two different types of [Rifted], the normal [Rifted] that are pulled into this world in their own bodies, and [Reincarnated Rifted], who's bodies are destroyed during transportation and so a new body must be constructed to hold them. These bodies can take many different forms, but are almost always far more powerful compared to the natives of their world. (Hidden)

+20% [Space Magic Resistance]

Gain the ability to instantly recognise if a person is [Rifted], [Reincarnated Rifted], or a [Summon]. There is no way to magically or physically hide from this effect.

[Epic] Legacy of Artorias

This person is a part of the Undead Legion of Farron who are dedicated to the destruction of all things that are of the [Abyss]. They carry on the work of the [Wolf Knight] Artorias who fell while fighting the [Abyss]. (Hidden)

+50% [Abyss Resistance]

+100% Damage against [Abyss] creatures or users.

[Epic] Disciple of the Wolf

This person is trained in the way of the Wolf, used by the Undead Legion of Farron. This person specializes in striking very hard, very fast. (Hidden)

+80 [Agility]

+80 [Dexterity]

+50 [Strength]

+200% Damage while wearing [Light Armour].

-100% Damage while wearing [Heavy Armour].

-100% Damage while wearing [Medium Armour]

[Epic Triumph] Victor Over the [Abyss]

This individual has been exposed to the corrupting influence of the [Abyss] and managed to stop their mind from being completely corrupted by it.

+300 [Willpower]

+200% [Abyss Resistance]

[Epic] Sealer of Wolnir (Hidden)

This person was a part of the group of Abyss Watchers that sealed the corrupted High Lord Wolnir within the Catacombs of Carthus. Wolnir, corrupted by the [Abyss], was confronted by the Abyss Watchers, who sealed him in a Skull Goblet in the deepest chamber of the Catacombs.

+50% Chance of success when attempting to [Seal] a creature of the [Abyss]

+50% Damage against [Abyss] creatures of users.

Core Stats: [Health] 4,200 [Stamina] 12,600 [Mana] 460 Stats: [Endurance] 126 [Strength] 234 +50 [Agility] 227 +80 [Perception] 187 [Dexterity] 286 +80 [Willpower] 124 +290 [Intelligence] 46 [Wisdom] 52 Status Effects: [Mental] Partial Emotional [Abyss] Corruption (Permanent)

This individual's emotions have been partially corrupted by [Abyss] despite fighting off the brunt of it, the corruption increasing each time the individual experiences strong negative emotions.

-10 Willpower

[Physical] Mute

This person has been left unable to speak due to an injury they sustained during combat.

Unable to speak.

Due to the lack of communication, activating [Skills] or [Spells] can be done through thoughts.

He could only stare in shock and confusion at the blue box that had reappeared in front of him. His dark grey eyes glazed over as his mind shut down to allow himself to regroup his thoughts. So, he had apparently been transported into another world via a [Rift Event]. And for some reason this world had a strange phenomenon known as the [World System] which seemed to give various benefits and downsides according to certain factors and skills. That is a totally normal thing to process. Yeah.

Come on, why wouldn't this world be dictated by a mysterious system which sounded like it was entirely based on numbers.

Breathing deeply he did a one-eighty. And began to walk.

He had been walking for who knows how long, the forest seemingly going on forever. This was both bad and good for him. Bad in the sense that he was very lost, and the extra time he had been given to think about this whole [World System] thing which had not been the best for the current state of his mind. Good in the fact that he now had more time to simply take in the forest around him. Everything was so green and full of life. Something that Farron had been lacking for a very long time. He sighed wistfully as he shifted his great sword to a more comfortable position on his shoulders.

This was starting to get boring.

Thankfully, a faint sound reached his ears. The sound of combat.

Guard captain Rolth grunted as he deflected a heavy blow from an axe, the sheer force of it causing him to take a couple steps back. He looked around him, eyes widening as he watched two more guards get surrounded and cut down, their screams quickly silenced by the mercenary warriors surrounding them. Panting in exhaustion he dived low, slicing through the leather and opening the mans stomach to allow it's contents to spill on the ground. Spinning he let out a yell of pain as an arrow imbedded itself in his shoulder, slitting in between the plate chest piece he wore. Falling to the ground he could only watch in horror as one of the mercenaries moved towards the red ornate carriage, an evil grin on his face as he opened the door. A scream was sounded from the young woman inside said carriage, the evil man's grin only widening as he struggled to grab the girl.

He looked on in horror as two mercenaries approached to finish him off. A rustling, followed by hurried footsteps was the only warning they got before their bodies were cleaved in two. A strangely armoured man cut both of them in half with one swing, holding a massive sword in one hand as he finished the swing by holding it out to his right, and a curved dagger in the other. Already being in a low stance, the man stuck the dagger into the ground, Rolth watching in amazement as he seamlessly spun around, changing directions towards the three mercenaries that had begun moving to loot the dead guards.

Only one of them noticed the sudden death of the other two and attempted to shout a warning. Too late though, as the warrior moved with insane speed towards them, cleaving two of them in half while the other fumbled for his sword. Halting his momentum using the dagger again, he propelled himself forward, swinging downwards. The sword smashed into the ground. Two halves of the mercenary dropping onto either side of it. The screams of the girl suddenly picked back up, drawing the warriors attention towards it.

Lady Sarena Balthana screamed as she desperately kicked at the man currently attempting to grab her with mixed results. He had an evil grin, no doubt enjoying her screams as his grabs ended up ripping the bottom end of her dress. He laughed.

"Calm down you pretty little thing, I'm just being hired to kidnap you." He said, stopping his grabs only for a moment as he looked her over, "Of course, that doesn't mean I can't have my fun with you."

A sword pierced the centre of his chest, causing him to blink as he looked down at the blade in shock. He gurgled something, the words turning unintelligible as he collapsed onto the seat in front of her, staying there for only a moment before sliding down it and out the open door, a trail of blood in his wake. Shaking fearfully she slowly looked upwards. A man stood there, a tattered purple leather cloak hanging down his body, the tears not being any different from the ones currently marking his dark leather top and trousers, chainmail visible beneath the top. A mask covered the entire lower portion of his face, his dark grey eyes looking at the body, now lying on the dirt road motionless, from underneath a tall pointed helmet. He shifted the bloodied great sword on his shoulder as he sheathed the hooked dagger. He turned towards her.

She passed out immediately.