Astrid made her way into the Undead Burg, with little more than a handaxe in hand and tattered robes to cover her withered, undead flesh. As she stepped out onto the stone battlements, she ducked and covered her head as a shadow flew overhead, and an enormous creature slammed onto the stone in front of her.
The winged beast had dark red scales, and radiated an unnatural heat. Astrid recognized it, although she had never seen one before: It was a dragon. Thankfully, it did not see her, and it flew off a moment later. She suddenly felt less sure of her journey deeper into the Burg, but she continued onward.
The battlements were manned by Hollow soldiers, undead who had lost all will, and existed only with a thirst for violence towards those that had not succumbed to being Hollowed. Upon spotting Astrid most would charge towards her to engage her in melee, where her axe would cut them down. A few still had some semblance of cleverness remaining. These stood high on the battlements, with crossbow or firebombs in hand, to attack her from far above.
She wove her way through crossbow fire and firebombs that shattered the worn stone around her, and ducked into an alcove, where she found, to her great relief, the remnants of a bonfire, which she eagerly lit.
The bonfires were a phenomena she did not fully understand, but she knew that by lighting the fire she was binding herself to this place. By lighting the fire, she somehow felt safe. The fire was solace. The fire was life.
Emboldened, she continued on, cutting her way through the Hollow Soldiers and Archers. She managed to lift some armor off of a few slain foes that was not completely rusted through. It was hardly plate mail, but it offered better protection than the meager robes she wore.
At the top of some stairs, a Hollow soldier had a torch in hand, and a large barrel in front of him. As Astrid climbed the staircase, the Hollow lit the barrel on fire, and kicked it down towards her. Astrid narrowly dodged out of the way. She was surprised at how clever these seemingly mindless things could be, but with its one trick spent, she climbed the staircase and cut it down with her axe.
She walked into a large watchtower built into a stone wall, with a spiral staircase that lead her upward. Two floors up, she found a door barred by a strange white mist. She had seen this mist before in the Undead Asylum, and before entering the Undead Burg, but had never determined its purpose or meaning. The mist dispersed as she stepped through it, and walked out onto the top of a battlement.
The long, narrow pathway along the battlement stretched between two watchtowers. The path was once lined with a crenellated parapet, but the stone had long since crumbled in most places, leading to a sheer drop onto jagged rocks below.
Before proceeding along the pathway, Astrid spotted a ladder that lead up to the top of the watchtower she had just walked out of. As she climbed near the top, she heard the sound of crossbows being loaded. Two Hollow Archers awaited her at the top, and were preparing to fire. As she neared the top, she pulled herself up violently, and narrowly avoided the two crossbow bolts. Two swings her axe lopped the heads of the two archers from their shoulders.
From atop the watchtower, she had a good view of her surroundings, and saw nothing on the battlement to hinder her passage to the other watchtower. She descended the ladder, and made her way across the battlement.
When Astrid was no more than twenty feet away from the other watchtower, she nearly stumbled off her feet as a large creature crashed down onto the stone in front of her. It was easily three times her height, wielding an enormous axe with an axe-head larger than she was. Its head was pure bone, with menacing, green glowing eyes, and curled horns. Long fur covered its muscled body, as it strove menacingly towards her.
Astrid regained her wits just before the demon's massive axe came swinging down towards her. She dove forward, between the demon's legs, and slashed at it with her axe. The monster seemed to not care, and its second strike swung true. Astrid's withered, undead body crumpled to the ground, and struggled to push itself back onto its feet.
She never had the chance to. The demon's axe crashed into her, and crushed her body to dust.