White Mask Varre

Awaking with a gasp, a quick look around and a feel for the new arm is needed as The Champion sits at a Site of Grace, sitting underneath a small and slightly shriveled golden tree. Standing up the champion cant help but sigh and move his arm a little, "I'm gonna have to be more careful next time, no clue how I can defeat any other bosses if the pushover tutorial one is this strong, I'll have to start using stealth more". Walking up the nearby flight of stone stairs with oddly handless statues flanking either side, he pushes open another wooden double door, entering what seems to be a catacombs with many broken headstones, bones, cobwebs, and a few open stone sarcophagi, one even being surrounded by melted ritual candles, likely attempts to raise the dead if the skeleton slowly shaking on the floor is any indication, but a simple pierce through the ribcage with the spear pins it to the floor and causes it to settle, "better leave it there to be sure."

 Walking further into the catacombs he finds a long wide hallway with a strange white mist wall blocking the way to a deeper route into the catacombs, "Right, imp statues, only slightly less painful than the actual thing", a bleeding corpse in the center of the room draws his attention however, what looks to be the male thief this time, everything having been pillaged except their clothes so, in need of a more permanent outfit and a shirt, puts on their tunic, pants, and boots, with the white overcoat still on, and while he was stripping them of equipment, he noticed a sort of phantom blade in their neck in the shape of a finger, taking it and ignoring the implications for now, he walks through an archway and up a few more steps into a very large domed room with a circle of pillars in the center surrounding an elevator, stepping onto the center and riding it up to a second room like the one below, leading to, yet another, set of stairs leading to a wrought iron gate he has to lift, temporarily blinding him as he is blasted by the light of a massive gold tree in what seems to be early morning hours with a light fog that seems to be rolling in, another grace sits slightly ahead on the edge of a small drop from the hill the catacombs entrance sits, with a small makeshift tent next to it, a lantern hangs from one of its posts, illuminating a slightly bloody figure of a man in white and grey Surgeons cloth uniform, a white ceramic mask with an eerie smile adorning his face as he speaks in a almost condescending tone, "Ah, another Tarnished are we? Brought to the Lands Between by the Greater Will in search of the Elden Ring? Of course you have, no shame in it. Unfortunately for you however, you are maidenless, with no guidance, no strength of runes, and no invitation to the Roundtable. You are fated, it seems, to die in obscurity"

The Champion simply places his hand on the shard of light, making it glow a little before it dims, and turning to the man, "Such is the life of those who roll over and accept fate, I have no such ambition, I am to complete my duty to restore this damaged world from the wrath of petty gods and naysayers who rebel for more power", the champion looks him directly in the eyes, "Mohg has no ambition of his own, he is a fool and a puppet, you would do well to reconsider your choice of master, the Formless Mother is a being whose only wish is for the suffering of others, heed my warning White Mask", and he simply walks down the hill, using the cover of the fog that has become more dense to circle left around the large patrolling knight on horseback without being spotted, slipping into a decrepit church and lighting another grace as a man gets his attention, "Another so soon?", he turns to see a man covered in red traveling clothes sits at a small tent with a campfire, a donkey laying nearby, "Greeting Tarnished, I am Kale, purveyor of fine goods, come, buy something, you are a very welcome customer". 

The Champion pops his runes as he approaches, "I need supplies, what do you have?", Kale lays out some fairly decent items from his donkey on a wide strip of leather, even offering a bundle of a crafting kit, a few copied crafting recipe notes, and 2 cracked pots for only 3000 runes, it was deal struck, the popped runes giving The Champion a little over 4200 to work with, so he purchased it alongside the handheld telescope, a smithing stone, and more ammunition, making his bolt count 30, dropping him down to 81 runes left, so he thanked Kale for the supplies and set up his stuff next to the grace, using a bolt to shoot a Ram near the church and begins to strip it for all its worth, borrowing the fire to cook its meat and dry its pelt out, costing another 20 runes and a chunk of the meat, using the dried pelt to wrap the leftover ingredients up and put them in the large pouch from the astrologers corpse with seemingly more space on the inside. Grabbing his things he makes his way up the main path, ambushing members of a spread out scouting party of Godrick soldiers, before coming to the edge of the tree line to see a large contingent of soldiers inhabiting a bit of ruins, having set up a large camp and roadblock.