Err, I still feel like I’m not doing it right…
Wenches don’t know anything ‘bout my Estus flasks.
(Source: samuel--rodrigues)
I’M FALLING DOWN ALL THESE TOWERS
“My teacher, whom I imagine still resides in the Great Swamp,
had a funny way of putting it.
He said that “Pyromancy is the ultimate fantasy…”
“We are born into Dark, and warmed by Fire, but this Fire we cannot touch.”
“Those whose fascination with Fire persists, learn to hold it in their own hand.”
He rather had a way with words, the old withering frog!”
Have some Laurentius
(Source: belfrygargoyles)
There comes a time in every novice pyromancer’s life when he realizes that pyromancy is not a toy.
Whenever I feel that I’m becoming too arrogant for my own good, I look back on the day I accidentally set my hair aflame. It puts things into perspective.
What is there to say about it, really? All of its members think me a barbarian, and I don’t want to waste my time proving them otherwise.
I couldn’t care less about whatever the Way of White’s ideology is, so long as its followers leave me to my pyromancy.
I’ve managed to kill a few of them.
…Ran like the devil the first time I saw one, though.
