The Forgotten Fire Keeper

Reima observes the Lord Soul of Nito in his hand, like the other Lord Souls it's significantly larger and more tangible then other souls, surprisingly it doesn't look like it came from the Lord of Death... It glows orange and white like a regular flame, looking more like Gwyn's Soul shard than the Witch of Izalith's dark red soul. He stores it away while thinking about Nito's cloak of darkness that negated most of his attacks, he salivates at the thought of acquiring it but unfortunately his rough plans won't allow such a thing. It's probably possible with the Transposing Kiln he'd stolen from Gwyn but again, not feasible with his current plans. He picks up the exhausted Rhea in a bridal carry and takes her to the bonfire that had appeared after Nito's death, sitting down they wait for the man of the hour to return. Reima tries to make small talk with the young woman but she seems even more enamoured with him after they had killed Nito, every question he asks her is returned with "I'm sorry Lord, this humble servant's only interesting is serving you." or "What's my favourite food? My preferences are decided by you my Lord."... It's really creepy in all honesty. Thankfully he's saved as a Hero clad in Silver approaches the bonfire and sits down next to him.

Solaire "I've returned! Well done on finishing that blighter off my friend!" Reima grins and fist bumps him, "I guess, but if you didn't blast him point blank with that spell we'd all probably be wiped out. Good show!"

Rhea just watches this interaction while warming herself by the fire, happily humming in contentment at her new purpose... To serve Lord Reima with all her being. Reima's brow twitches and he stands up, "Alright... There's one last thing to do, I'm sorry but I have to do it alone."Solaire immediately objects, "What do you mean? Are you trying to sacrifice yourself on some kind of valiant mission?"

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Reima sheepishly shakes his head, "No... It's just there's only one ring that'll allow you to traverse the Abyss. Sorry that it's not heroic enough... I guess?"

Solaire chuckles and waves it off, not everyone is as willing to blow themselves up to kill an enemy as he is...

Reima "So, I think you should take Rhea to the sisters and have her meet everyone." He pulls his friend closer and starts whispering, "She seems to have been through some rather traumatic experiences, perhaps you could consult with her? I know that man Petrus has something to do with it so maybe you can... Well, youknow." He drags his thumb across his neck in a meaningful gesture. Solaire picks up on it and nods, "That will be decided depending on the severity of his actions."

Reima nods, "If you think he deserves something worse than dying, maybe you should allow Priscilla to accompany you... She had a unique ability that might prove useful."

Solaire nods, confused about why he'd never heard of this before.

Reima teleports to Firelink shrine, grinning at the fact that he'd escaped Quelaag's wrath by avoiding bringing Rhea himself... That is, unless Solaire snitches on him, oh, now he's paranoid...

He rests at the bonfire to mentally recover the rather exhausting fight against Nito before trying to remember the route to New Londo, where the Abyss has had a resurgence. From what he remembers, the city was flooded after Dark Wraiths invaded and killed the majority of the cities citizens. This is surprising as most people in New Londo were undead and could not be killed... But the Dark Wraiths had an ability that stole humanity and effectively increased the rate that people went hollow, the Dark Hand. This technique seems very, very useful. Especially if he's unable to steal souls outside of this world, if what he's heard about it is correct then he'd be able to use the Dark Hand as a substitute for passively stealing souls.

He shakes his head from these thoughts, it'll be a while til he'd actually need this ability after all. He walks down the steps and... Oh, shit, he forgot about this Fire Keeper who's imprisoned here. He looks through the bars into the dark hole and sees the cloaked woman her legs bent awkward angles, obviously broken.

Reima "Hello?"

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"Hello?" he asks again but receives no response, he reaches through the bars to nudge her but she leans away, apparently not wishing to be touched by him... He gets an idea and pushes his Estus flask through the bars towards her. She seems confused at first, waiting for him to present something else but he doesn't... Reima makes drinking gestures towards her and she finally realises what he wants her to do, she hesitates at first, her hand cradles the flask as if it's a sacred item before she finally takes a swig. And another, and a few more until it's completely empty. She lets out a breath as white mist coalesces in her mouth, as if it's regenerating an internal organ. She pushes the Estus back through the bars but still doesn't speak... "Alright, fine." he says and goes back to the bonfire to refill it, he then returns and hands the now full flask back to her. He doesn't notice any reaction from her apart from the small smile that's gradually becoming more prominent on her face.

Reima continues giving her his flask and refilling it three more times until she pushes the flask away...

... "T-thank, you." a rough, hoarse voice is whispered from her lips, Reima sighs in relief. He was beginning to think her injuries were permanent, at least he can start making reparations for forgetting her down here, even if she doesn't know of his mistake in the first place.