In the mid-30s I decided it was time to give Margit a go, but before I did so I thought I should upgrade my spirit ashes. I only had the wolves and jellysfish, and used the wolves more. So I looked up how to do this, and it involves completing Roderika's fetch quest, which means getting in to Stormveil. Took the back way and as soon as I started off I got called out by a huge dude I was hoping would just offer a word of warning or something, but instead it turned out to be Margit. I was expecting him at the end of a long slog through the castle like a proper boss haha, and now I was just here to get the memento for Roderika, don't you know. But the fight was won on first attempt..

Kept going to reach the rampart tower grace, which was near the objective according to what I read. Fought my way up, dying once or twice as things were exploding a lot. Then I walked through the door that has that black knight in it and he smoked me in seconds flat. Dropped 5000 runes in there and went back, tried to sneak over to my runes and he detected me and killed me again, but just after I had reached my runes, so here's round three. This time I thought I would sneak in and get a backstab on him, but he detected me and killed me in seconds flat. So now the runes are gone for good so I did it a fourth time and this time I was ticked off and barely beat that dude and turns out a key I needed to keep going was in there, so that's the way it goes.

Now I could upgrade spirit ashes after a bit of matchmaking back at Roundtable. But then I was torn over which of my summons would be best to blow my mats on. So I got some opinions off the net and did the Mariner fight, which was easy on Torrent I gotta say, and that gives the skeleton militia ashes which are really good as they keep respawning, or I suppose, re-animating. So I upgraded this.

Things are rounding in to shape. I'm probably making better progress than I thought I would at this stage. Still using mouse and keyboard

To achieve anything in this game you must be prepared to dabble in the boundary of disaster — Stirling Moss