The story of a Giant Archer

High up in a tower, a Giant sits with his bow in hand. He watches over 3 white birches, protecting them from the mad hollows and creatures that might do them harm. What could make this simple but caring creature dedicate his life to this?

The Giant himself is very reminiscent of two giants we have met before; The blacksmith in Anor Londo, and Hawkeye Gough, a great archer and one of the 4 Knights of Gwyn. The Giant Archer could not be either of these, but he has certainly met at least one of them. The Blacksmith and Gough were good friends, close enough that after Gough had given up his role, he gave his special ring to the blacksmith. Centuries later, he still kept it close by as a personal treasure, and told the stories and legends of his old friend to others he met.

One of these giants he met became enamoured with Gough, and took to learning the way of the bow himself. He spoke very little, as most Giants do, but he was a kind and friendly creature. Entrusted with the Hawk Ring, he set out to find the legendary archer he had heard great tales of, not knowing of the fall of Oolacile. When he got there, he found it had been replaced by an overgrown garden still strong with magic.

It was upon arriving here that a small girl appeared, one who could briefly appear from an age long past. She told the Giant of the fate of Oolacile, and how its inhabitants were long since gone. Offering a piece of a white birch tree as a sign of friendship, she returned to her world. He cared for the young girl so much, that he searched for a sign of her in his own time, and came across three white trees. The same trees that Dusk had given him a piece of so long ago. He made it his mission to make sure her memory would continue.

Finding a place where he could see all three trees, he sat and rained great arrows down on the mad creatures who might hurt them. He couldn’t let little Dusk’s memory be destroyed by the mindless beings who lived in this land. But one of these creatures found a way past, and came to him. They still had their sanity, and with the few words he could muster, the Giant befriended them. He offered them a piece of a white birch, a present from long ago, to signify their friendship.

He watched his new friend leave, and saw a way for Dusk’s memory to be continued. He looked over the trees, and guided the Ashen One to each one, protecting them as they picked up the branches, each one a renewal of their friendship, and a memory of a girl long since gone. Dusks crown lay nearby, the trees grown from her staff and imbued with Oolacile’s sorceries.

As each tree was visited, and every branch picked up, the Giant knew he could rest. The people he knew from before had all long since gone, and he could offer nothing more to his new friend. He peacefully passed away, leaving behind a ring as a gift, the ring of the legendary archer Gough, in the hopes that they could all live on through the Ashen one.