Come, sweetings, time to be born, anew. Be not afeard, little culver. Hush, little culver. Hush, fair maid. I'll soon birth thee anew, a sweeting fresh and pure... Come, Oath-sworn giant! Come, Oath-sworn dragon! Come, Oath-sworn beasts! Come, Blaidd, my child! Fair child, Hermes! Thy fate lieth under my moon. Guide thy moon as thou wishest. Ranni, my little baby... I thank thee... Oh little Ranni, my dear daughter. Weave thy night into being... Where did ye flee, my sweetings? Come out, from whence ye hide. There are books and light aplenty. Dither not; come out say I! Or will ye be gravestones? To be better born anew? Ah...thou... Is it thy wish to be born anew? To become a sweeting, reborn of my beloved egg? Ah...thou... Is it thy wish to yet again be born anew? Now, bear this sweeting into life anew. Be not alarmed, nor afeard. I would birth thee as a sweeting, fair and fine. Ah...thou... Art thou now assured of thy want, to be born anew? Ah, it seemeth thou'rt a sweeting rather fair. And if thou wert born anew once more, thou wouldst be fairer still. Ye will be countless born, forever. Ah, thou'rt now a sweeting full fine and fair. My thanks. For being born of my beloved egg, time and time again. Oh...my thanks to thee. Where did ye flee, my sweetings? Come out, from whence ye hide. Of the dark, be not afeard. My beloved egg is with us. Come out, I prithee. Who's that? Who could it be? A new child, Mother's newborn. A new friend. A new playmate for us. Just watch, he'll be born again. Just watch, she'll be born again. Then Mother will hold him tight. Then Mother will hold her tight. He'll be so warm, warm and cosy. She'll be so warm, warm and cosy. That'd be nice, so very nice. If we're turned to stone, will we be born again? Will Mother hold us again? Will we? Will she? That hurts. Please, stop that. Did he just die? And him, too? Is he not a friend? I can't tell… Is she not a friend? I can't tell… Maybe he's something else? Maybe she's something else? Can we still be friends, if we try? Yes, we can be friends, I'm sure. He'll understand, if we just explain. She'll understand, if we just explain. Catch! There! Off you go! Squish him! Squish her! Smoosh him! Smoosh her! Sleep tight, bound tight by Mother's amber. Sleep tight, find life, in Mother's umbra. Gurranq, Beast Clergyman ... ... I smell it... Death... Feed it me... ... Tarnished...bring more...Death... I shall grant thee... eye...and claw. Feed me...more. ... More... I am not...sated. Feed me more...Death. ... My thanks...Tarnished... Death... My sin... Should not be touched...by the hand of man... I shall grant thee...my claws... Feed me...more. I shall grant thee... eye...and claw. Feed me...more. More... I am not...sated. Feed me more...Death. I shall grant thee...my claws... Feed me...more. It is... It is all...consumed. Still, I am not sated... Not nearly sated... Rrarrgh! Marika... Is this...what it is...to sin? Will things...never be the same...again? ... Tarnished...my thanks...for thy long...labour. But I have done...all I can...in this land... Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell. Tarnished...my thanks...for thy long...labour. But I have done...all I can...in this land... Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell. O Marika... What...happened? Was I...myself the fool? Or was I tricked...by thee? O Marika... Why wouldst thou...relinquish... Why... ... ... ... ... Strange... There's something else... But the Death...yet quenches... Bring more... ... Put it away. I won't forget...again... mine appetite... My sin... So please...enough... I won't forget...again... mine appetite... My sin... I must have more... I must consume more... Thou, who approacheth Destined Death. I will not have it stolen from me again. Tarnished. Why wouldst thou... Why... Tis no matter. I hereby vow, that Destined Death shall not be stolen again. I shall not part with it again. Stay away from Destined Death. Cower. Before Maliketh, the Black Blade. Cower. Before Maliketh, Marika's Black Blade. Witless Tarnished... Why covet Destined Death? To kill what? To destroy what? Forgive me, Marika... The Golden Order...cannot be restored. I must consume more... Marika...why... wouldst thou...gull me? Why...shatter... I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. Let your flesh be consumed. By the scarlet rot. Is this...my first...defeat? Bravely fought, sir. Bravely fought, my lady. But remember... One day, the scarlet bloom will flower again... Your strength, extraordinary... The mark...of a true Lord... O, dear Miquella... O, dearest Miquella, my brother... I'm sorry. I finally met my match... Well, thou art of passing skill. Warrior blood must truly run in thy veins, Tarnished. As I thought, thou'rt of passing valour... but the dark of night is yet to lift. The hands of the Fell Omen shall brook thee no quarter. Foul Tarnished. Put these foolish ambitions to rest. The Erdtree is firmly rooted, always. I'll remember thee, Tarnished. The flame of ambition leadeth thee astray. Come, hands of the Fell Omen. Snuff out this wretch's flame. I see thee, little Tarnished. Smould'ring with that wretched flame of ambition. Tremble now, with fear. For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee. To put out thy little flame. Hrghraah! The thrones...stained by my curse... Such shame I cannot bear. Thy part in this shall not be forgiven. Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings. May the curse seep to thy very soul. An apt reward for thy brash ambition. ... Tarnished, thou art mistaken. The Erdtree welcometh no man. No one will be Elden Lord again. Not even I. Well, thou art of passing skill. Warrior blood must truly run in thy veins, Tarnished. Foul Tarnished. Put these foolish ambitions to rest. The Erdtree is firmly rooted, always. I shall remember thee, Tarnished. Smould'ring with thy meagre flame. Cower in fear. Of the night. The hands of the Fell Omen shall brook thee no quarter. Hrghraah! The thrones...stained by my curse... Such shame I cannot bear. Thy part in this shall not be forgiven. Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott! Elden Lord! May the curse seep to thy very soul. ... Tarnished, thou'rt but a fool. The Erdtree wards off all who deign approach. We are...we are all forsaken. None may claim the title of Elden Lord. Thy deeds shall be met with failure, just as I. Tarnished Warrior. 'Twas nobly fought. Dearest Marika... I am returned. A crown is warranted with strength! O Marika! I will take thee in mine arms once more! Brave Tarnished... Thy strength befits a crown. One day, we'll return together. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. There is only one tree, and only its branches. That bathe in true rays of gold. Not the fool Omen King. Nor the rank malformed twins. O, we are the Golden Ones. The true and rightful heirs. Our land's grown old, now ashen, and cold. But look up, the Erdtree glows! One day, we'll return together. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. And grace will surely guide us safe. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. Hear me, my knights! Proud warriors and true. Let the hunt begin! Fetch me a mighty branch to make mine own! A fresh offering to graft! Raaargh! Graaargh! Hunt me down a new branch! Bring me a tarnished! Lowly Tarnished... Thou'rt unfit even to graft... Great Godfrey, didst thou witness? ...I am the Lord of all that is Golden... ...And one day, we'll return together... ...To our home, bathed in rays of gold... sex quīnque quattuor trēs duo ūnus nihil nihil nihil Miquella is mine and mine alone. Now, surrender yourself. To my blood, to our coming dynasty. Ahh, I can see it, as clear as day! The coming of our dynasty! Mohgwyn! Ahh, Miquella... Why do you abandon me? You're a new face. No matter, it's all the same. Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing. Back already? No matter. Lay out your arms. Back already? Can't get enough, eh. Well, where've you been hiding? I took you for dead. No matter. It's all the same. Lay out your arms, then. I see you've noticed the chains. Nothing special. I'm a prisoner, and these are my chains. I'm trapped by the Hold, undying, smithing for you fools. That's all there is to it. Nah, don't read too much into it. I've no grudge against you. My being a prisoner is no fault of yours. Besides, I don't mind smithing. Despite my differences, the weapons get stronger, all the same. Given time, technique never fails. Besides, it helps me forget. The sheer terror of her... Like the look of that whetstone knife, do you? I've no need for it. You're welcome to take it. Go ahead. Now, look at you. Those eyes tell a story. Of a challenger, who's felled his mark. Of a challenger, who's felled her mark. Fine and well. Now, lay out your arms. Your divinity, have mercy, and grant me forgiveness. The road is yet long. A god is not easily felled. But one day, without fail, you will have your wish. So please, grant me forgiveness, Queen Marika... Those words were not meant for you. I may be prisoner to you Tarnished lot. But my prayers are mine and mine alone. Good. I'll be more careful too. Well, I've had my say. I'll be more careful, too. Ah. You, is it? I...didn't notice you there. I'll be doing my job, same as ever. Just lay out your arms. The girl you brought here... She's crestfallen, and can scarcely swing a blade, but she has a gift for spirit tuning. I saw another one like her, long ago. Their eyes share the same hue. The girl? What about her? Are you out of your mind? Who'd stay with an ugly brute who only knows how to smith? Absurd. And besides, she'd never agree to it. I refuse to believe it. I don't doubt you, but I know when something's too good to be true. I spoke with the girl. She has a gift for spirit tuning. So I told her everything I know. I'm indebted to a spirit tuner I met long ago. It was all I could do to honour her. I'm sorry I doubted you. The girl has come a long way. As ever, time and technique have made her stronger. Tis good to see. An imprisoned monster does not deserve an apprentice, or a daughter. But at times, that's precisely what she feels like to me. I've gone soft. And it isn't easy. No, no, no, no... I need to do better than this! This'll never kill a god. I can do better than this! It needs to slay a bloody god! Oh, it's you. Don't pay me any mind. It's not important. Just lay out your arms. Are you having second thoughts? Might I have a word, then? Your kind are meant to challenge them. To slay them. The demigods. And their god. If you remain loyal to your calling, then no matter what you do, no matter what happens to me, I will never cease to smith your weapons. Until you have one to slay a god. I knew you'd be back. Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing. Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing. Weren't you listening? As I've always said. You came to challenge the demigods, and their god. To slay them. And as long as you do, I will always smith your weapons. It is what I wish. To smith a weapon for you to slay a god. I've upset the girl. She says that now that my chains are broken, I'm free. That if I stay here, I will be ruined with the Roundtable. What use have I for freedom now? I smith weapons to slay a god. I have lived, and will die, doing so, upon this spot. Is there any other way? Oh, finally! It's complete! I've done it! A weapon to slay a god! Oh, you have my deepest gratitude. Thanks to you, my wish is granted. Now wield it, and kill them. The demigods. And their god. Queen Marika herself wishes it so. You seek better weapons still? Very well. I'll smith another, if needed. A weapon to slay a god. I'll smith as long as you like. Now, lay out your arms. I'll smith...as long as you like. Now...lay out your...arms. I'll smith...as long...as you like. Now...lay out...your...arms. Use my masterpiece to slay a god. That is all that I have lived for. And my promise to Q-queen Marika. But do me a favor, and do look after the girl. I can't hold on much longer. I'm going the way of the R-roundtable... It was a great honor to smith your weapons during my time here. Allow me to c-call you this, just once, before it ends. My lord, f-for that is what you are. Who are you? Oh, I must be a blacksmith. Now, let's get smithing... Could you tell me what happened? Why is the Roundtable burning, in ruins? Why does that girl weep for me? Have I forgotten something of dire importance? Now, let's get smithing... ... I-I smith... I do... A fine sacrifice indeed. Let us devour the gods, together! Now you are family. Now, we can devour the gods, together! O shapers of gods, meddlers in fortune. I do not abide! By your suffocating Order. So must it be. Eveligne, show him the way... Eveligne, show her the way... ...to devour the gods. No one will hold me captive. A serpent never dies. Ha ha ha... Who goes there? Kalé send you, did he? Ever the bloody busybody. Hmm. Maybe to him, you don't seem so strange. The name's Blaidd. I'm looking for a man who goes by "Darriwil". He fled somewhere nearby. Or so I've heard. Come tell me if you find him before I do. I can offer you ample reward. Darriwil is nothing but a traitor. And in need of a fitting end to his tale. Darriwil... Rotting in a cell is no true justice. No, this is where it ends for you. ...Right. There you are. Had to work for it, but it's done. Don't say I'm not a man of my word. Here's your prize. Oh yes, I should say, If you venture north to Raya Lucaria, and come across a venerable blacksmith who's a little on the large side... Tell him I sent you. And he'll be sure to treat you right. I owe you one, I reckon. That's enough chit-chat for now. It's time we parted ways. Ahh, long time, friend. Blaidd, if you've forgotten. Glad to have you in the service of mistress Ranni. Well. Getting right to business... I'm still in Limgrave. The eternal city of Nokron lies somewhere at the bottom of this land. I'm planning to go below through the well in the Mistwood. See if I can't find the road to Nokron from there... See if I can't find the road to Nokron from there... Ah. I heard about you. Good to finally meet. Name's Blaidd, sworn sword to mistress Ranni. Glad to have you aboard. Well. Getting right to business... I'm situated in Limgrave right now. The eternal city of Nokron lies somewhere at the bottom of this land. I'm planning to go below through the well in the Mistwood. See if I can't find the road to Nokron from there... I'm going below through the well in the Mistwood. See if I can't find the road to Nokron... Don't keep me waiting, eh. Ah, good to see you. Apologies mate, but I don't have much to report. I can see bloody Nokron, right above me, but I'm absolutely stumped. I've tried all the gateways, to no avail... ...Perhaps it's time to ask Seluvis? I recall that spiteful little rat acting like he knew something... Let's give him a squeeze. Show him just how sharp my teeth are... I jest, I wouldn't go that far. Besides, I should check on some things here. Leave this place to me. You just do what you feel is right. If either of us learns anything, we tell the other. Right? Ah. Well met. What news? Leave this place to me. You just do what you feel is right. If either of us learns anything, we tell the other. Right? And if we reach a dead end, I suppose we go back to the source. Seluvis rarely gives a straight answer, the first time. Hmm... So Ranni's fate is kept in stasis by Starscourge Radahn... That reminds me of something I heard. There's a festival being held at the castle on the southern edge of the Caelid Wilds, east of Limgrave. It's a festival of combat. And I heard...that you can fight Radahn himself. He who was once called the strongest of all the demigods... Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I think it's worth investigating. I'll be on my way to this festival of Radahn then... You're coming too, right? To Radahn's festivities... I'll meet you at Redmane Castle in Caelid. The way ahead is pleasingly simple. We fight, sword and fang. Right. I see. Leave this place to me. You just do what you feel is right. If either of us learns anything, we tell the other. Right? Hmm... So Ranni's fate is kept in stasis by Starscourge Radahn... And there's a festival of war being held at Redmane Castle in Caelid, where you can fight the man himself, once the strongest of the demigods. It's all coming together. Seems like Iji was on to something. I'll be on my way to this festival of Radahn then... Ah, there you are. Took your sweet time. The players are all made up, and waiting for the curtain... Let's give them a show to remember, eh. Just don't you go dying on me. For Ranni's sake, too. Once more into the fray together, eh. Heh. This might even be fun. Into the fray together, eh. Heh. Let's see what you're made of. Ah, thought I might find you here. I must admit I was a little worried. We missed our meeting. But it looks like you're still in one piece, eh. You must have heard by now, right? That Starscourge Radahn holds Ranni's fate in stasis. But once he's out of the way, it will spring back into motion. So now, we stand against the demigod once known as the strongest of them all. The way ahead is pleasingly simple. We fight, sword and fang. Hm. Long time. Seems we're fated to keep crossing paths. Now, we find ourselves at a festival of combat, pitted against Radahn, once the strongest of the demigods. The way ahead is pleasingly simple. A path forged by sword and fang. Mm... As a fellow combatant, allow me to introduce myself. Blaidd, warrior. Now, we find ourselves pitted against Radahn, once the strongest of the demigods. The way ahead is pleasingly simple; a path forged by sword and fang. Hm. Nothing to do but wait. Until the festival begins. Ah, good. I was waiting for you. What a sick way to fight, eh. The glory of the clash is shared, by Radahn and you. And hah! Did you see that, afterwards? A falling star, right before our eyes! I can't fathom how Radahn was holding back something of that scale. He was a living legend, if ever I saw one. And, the path has now been cleared. To Nokron, where Ranni's fate will be decided. Let's meet where the falling star bit the earth. We'll take up our swords once more. For mistress Ranni. Let's meet where the falling star bit the earth. And we'll go into battle again, side by side. My only purpose is to fight for Ranni's fate, sword and fang. The curtain's rising...on the final act. Hmph, what a sick way to fight, eh mate. The glory of the clash is shared, by Radahn and you. And then a falling star, right before our eyes! I can't fathom how Radahn was holding back something of that scale. He was a living legend, if ever I saw one. Well, it's time I left. The wheel of fate has been set into motion. If it's on the cards, I'd be glad to meet again. You are a fine warrior. If it's on the cards, I'd be glad to meet again. You are a fine warrior.

Welcome to the Roundtable Hold. I'm Corhyn, a man of the cloth. I teach incantations, the strength granted us by the Two Fingers, and explore the secrets of the Golden Order. So that one day, if a Tarnished of the Roundtable Hold should become Elden Lord, I might counsel them, ensuring order regains its proper form, righting rule over men. I'm thinking of leaving the Roundtable Hold. Do you know of the noble Goldmask? Though he was but a Tarnished, living outside the Lands Between, he was a great scholar, who foresaw the coming guidance of grace. And now, I hear he has come to the Lands Between alone, to contemplate the Golden Order... I've decided to leave the Roundtable Hold after all. As I mentioned, I'm off in search of the noble Goldmask. We may not meet again for some time. If there's any incantations you wish to learn, now's the moment. I've decided to leave the Roundtable Hold. I'm off in search of a noble scholar known as the Goldmask, to beg his instruction. And will happily pass it along to you. I'm yet to find the noble Goldmask. I suppose he'll be closer to the Erdtree. The path ahead might be perilous, but tread it I shall. Do...do you sport with me!? From your description, it can be no other than the Goldmask himself! Of course, of course, I knew he would be close by. Bless the Golden Order, and its benevolent rays. My sincerest thanks. I will soon leave to join the noble Goldmask. It is entirely thanks to you. You have my sincerest gratitude. Ah, we meet yet again. Thanks to you, I have become acquainted with the noble Goldmask himself, and taken my place by his side, as you can see. Have no fear, I will still teach you incantations, as before. Though we must do so quietly, such that we not disturb the great master's cogitation.

Oh master, put my mind at ease. Dispel these fearsome thoughts. I want to place my trust in you, to be your scribe. What...is this? It will make me forget, you say? So that I can push aside these frightful thoughts... Ha...ha ha... Would that I could... Would that I could... Oh, it's you. I've finally come to understand. The master was nothing more than a madman. Enchanted by a vain and ruinous delusion, he rejected the perfection of the Golden Order, seeking to supplant our glorious faith with his own! Could there be a more pitiable comedy? Look at it. The culmination of perfection, burning, before our very eyes! Ha...ha ha ha... Master...where did you go? I'm right here. Please, show me. Your finger. Your rhythms, and calculus. Let me document the motions... Master...master... Where did you go? This...is a volume of incantation. It's good to see your enthusiasm. Indeed, I will happily take it off your hands. That...is a work of heresy. Its incantations bear no lineage from the Erdtree. My interests lie solely in the Golden Order. I cannot accept this. That...is a work of heresy. Its incantations bear no lineage from the Erdtree. ... Very well...I'll take it off your hands. I cannot afford to maintain my innocence any longer. I must dirty my hands to test my faith. Even if it offers only the most meagre of hints, I will do whatever I can to help my master. Ngh! What are you trying to achieve? Cease that! You've done it now. Faith grants me strength, that I might endure. O Golden Order, shine through me. I pray... That the guidance of grace abandons you. Please don't trouble us again. O guidance...of grace... Why...can't I... O, master... To be ever...at your side... A proper death means returning to the Erdtree. Have patience. Until the time comes...and the roots call to you. ... The mausoleum prowls. Cradling the soulless demigod. O Marika, Queen Eternal. He is your unwanted child. ... O Sapling! Sweet sapling of glorious gold. Has your crystal teardrop ripened? ... Unthinkable. Our hallowed resting place is violated. To refuse the Erdtree's call to return, to live within Death... Sickening. ... The demi-humans wax wroth, now their mother's been taken... Where are you, Lord Kenneth? The knight...bedeviled by blood. ... Please, help me. I'm of noble blood. If those hideous mongrels eat me, I'll be forever marred... Anything but that, please! Think of the disgrace! ... All I wanted was to fight. To fight, as a warrior, to the last... So, why? Why, O guidance of grace, will this door not open? ... ... Maiden, dear maiden, where are you? Please, take my grapes. ... Ohh, there it is, the tower! Finally, I can return. To our home, bathed in rays of gold! ... This village is done for. Please, even if it's just you, old Albus, hide well and still your breath. ... Ahh, Lord Vyke, it seems that you were no lord, after all. Then where is he? Our true Lord, our Lord of Frenzied Flame. We beg of you, incinerate all that divides and distinguishes. Ahh, may chaos take the world! ... Ahh, the puppets... The puppets besiege us... ... Raya Lucaria, hallowed hall dedicated to the study of magic. Why shut your doors to me? Am I barred from donning the crown of stone? ... Ahh, Iji, forgive me. These royal grounds were placed in our trust, but we stood no chance. ... O Celestial Globe, transmit to posterity. The wisdom of the moon and stars. And obscure, forever, the transgressions of the princess. ... Lady Ranni, we have long awaited you. I pray for your house's swift revival. May the full moon shine upon Caria. Come out, one and all, from the darkness underground. And let us offer unto the maiden our eyes. ... Ahh, the poor fellow...gone perfectly mad. Love...revenge...the frenzied flame melts it all away... ... ... It's there, somewhere. Another path, leading back to the foot of the Erdtree. An ancient tunnel. ... Eek... I hear a festive melody... No, no, don't skin me... My hide is filthy, I swear... ... Ohh, Erdtree, great Erdtree. The Golden Order itself, unwavering, stretched to the sky. Confer your guidance. To our Elden Lord. To put this weary world to rights... ... Lord Rykard... If this putrid field of death is what your blasphemy would bring, then I can no longer abide. No one can. ... House Marais is ruined... Just deserts, for falling for that severed harpy. No surprise that guilty cretin took the castle and our storied sword... Eek...! The wretched fools... They'll never find me. Heh heh... I'll survive, I swear it. I'll soon be back at the Volcano Manor. ... Sublime, I tell you. The very first flower of Aeonia bloomed on this very spot. Malenia, may you blossom into a goddess. ... Convene the festival of war. Honor General Radahn, with a warrior's glory. It's in your hands, Sir Jerren... ... Let me see it, if only one last time. Your splendid blade, dancing amongst the scarlet rot. ... I'm dry, dry as a bone... Fool dragon, surrender your strength. Let me feast on your heart. ... It's rotting. Everything, rotting scarlet. The very earth that Caelid rests upon, and Sellia, town of sorcery. The end is nigh, for us all. ... Ohh great sun! Frigid sun of Sol! Surrender yourself to the eclipse! Grant life to the soulless bones! ... Lord Miquella, forgive me. The sun has not been swallowed. Our prayers were lacking. Your comrade remains soulless... I will never set my eyes upon it now... Your divine Haligtree... ... Show me the path, O gentle lights. The promised path to the Haligtree! ... Only...a little further now... Show me the path, O gentle lights...the path to Elphael. ... Mohg, you rotten Omen. Your blood is cursed. Give him back. Give Lord Miquella back! How dare you lay hands on such precious flesh! ... Lord of Blood, your eminence. I beg you, grant me a seat at the table of the dynasty. Long live the Mohgwyn Dynasty. Long live! The Mohgwyn Dynasty! ... Behold. The Erdtree yet stands. Tall and unwavering, mindless of the scorch of the flame of ruin. Hahah, Hahah... Then, we are yet Golden Ones. He is returned! The Lord has returned at long last. Our very first lord, to brandish the Elden Ring once more... ... ... Brave Tarnished. Take the plunge. Of learning, and remembrance. Recall the arts of war. And your warrior's blood. One day, we'll return together. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. There is only one tree, and only its branches. That bathe in true rays of gold. Not the fool Omen King. Nor the rank malformed twins. O, we are the Golden Ones. The true and rightful heirs. Our land's grown old, now ashen, and cold. But look up, the Erdtree glows! Is there still a place for us? In our home, bathed in rays of gold. They will always welcome us. To our home, bathed in rays of gold. Erdtree, O Golden Circle. Grant us the droplets of life, Structure us. Reveal our path. We are your guardians. We swat at flies, snuff out flame, Repel the Omen, and undo Tarnish. Blessed we, at your side, eternal. Blessed we, at your side, on this journey. Serve you we shall, in life, eternal. Agheel, oh, Agheel... Feral flame of Agheel, burn true... Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah. We journey on a road so far, Death's fortune's what we seek. Coffin in tow, we'll find a hero And scraps of his great deeds! Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah. Who rode along this road before? He did, but won't anymore. Whoah, whoah, whoah, woah. He did, but won't anymore. Erdtree, O Golden Circle. Grant us the droplets of life, Structure us. Reveal our path. We are your guardians. We swat at flies, snuff out flame, Repel the Omen, and undo Tarnish. Blessed we, at your side, eternal. Blessed we, at your side, on this journey. Serve you we shall, in life, eternal. 7460 [ [7469 Blessed Erdtree... O hallowed Runes...

Oh master, put my mind at ease. Dispel these fearsome thoughts. I want to place my trust in you, to be your scribe. What...is this? It will make me forget, you say? So that I can push aside these frightful thoughts... Ha...ha ha... Would that I could... Would that I could... Oh, it's you. I've finally come to understand. The master was nothing more than a madman. Enchanted by a vain and ruinous delusion, he rejected the perfection of the Golden Order, seeking to supplant our glorious faith with his own! Could there be a more pitiable comedy? Look at it. The culmination of perfection, burning, before our very eyes! Ha...ha ha ha... Master...where did you go? I'm right here. Please, show me. Your finger. Your rhythms, and calculus. Let me document the motions... Master...master... Where did you go? This...is a volume of incantation. It's good to see your enthusiasm. Indeed, I will happily take it off your hands. That...is a work of heresy. Its incantations bear no lineage from the Erdtree. My interests lie solely in the Golden Order. I cannot accept this. That...is a work of heresy. Its incantations bear no lineage from the Erdtree. ... Very well...I'll take it off your hands. I cannot afford to maintain my innocence any longer. I must dirty my hands to test my faith. Even if it offers only the most meagre of hints, I will do whatever I can to help my master.