This is the area that nearly broke me. Looking around, the shabby décor was such a downer that it almost made me miss the swamp.
I wanted out. But the inhabitants were far too grumpy to let me pass swiftly. So I pressed on, grimly.
As I went deeper my heart sank lower, with repeated, predictable deaths to naked dead people. (Put on some clothes!) What’s worse, there was no area of respite – no comfy corners where a cat could sip some soup. Even the Keep, for all its mud and leeches, had a soup lounge!
Overall, I got the impression that the population of Carthus just didn’t have any pride for their home. The least they could’ve done was hung up some decorations. And this lack of pride was reflected in their appearance. So drab! Say what you will about them, but even the Ghru are known to carry around fashion trees. Meanwhile, these skellies just shambled around in bare bones.
That’s why it was such a relief to meet High Lord Wolnir – the biggest, crankiest skellie of them all. Yes, he happened to be the easiest boss of the game, but – more importantly – he had a sense of style. Those bangles? Quite darling!
~ Post Script ~
I did have a positive, early experience, when I didn’t know there was a boulder of skeletons, and it brushed by me twice: