Compétence : Arme tournoyante Compétence défensive employée par les princesses de Caria. Vous faites flotter votre arme dans les airs avant de la faire tournoyer violemment. Tous les adversaires touchés subissent des attaques successives.

L'un des pantins favoris de Seluvis. Utilisez cet objet pour invoquer l'esprit de Dolores la Flèche silencieuse. Esprit d'une ravissante archère vêtue à la manière d'un homme. Connue de certains sous le nom de "Chasseuse silencieuse", elle décoche des flèches de sainte Trina à l'aide de son arc court. Autrefois, Dolores siégeait à la Table ronde, où elle était à la fois l'amie et l'opposante de Gideon l'Omniscient. Elle fut d'ailleurs la cause de la fracture entre ce dernier et Seluvis.

Oh, vous avez réussi à revenir. Vous savez ce que cela signifie. L'Arbre-Monde vous a éconduit. Vous savez ce que cela signifie. L'Arbre-Monde vous a éconduit. Les Doigts ne bougent plus. Bouleversés par la tournure des événements, ils sont occupés à consulter la Volonté suprême. Lorsqu'ils auront terminé, les Doigts dispenseront à nouveau leur sagesse. Mais des milliers, si ce n'est des dizaines de milliers, de lunes doivent d'abord se lever. Cela m'importe peu, personnellement. Mais vous ? Comment parviendrez-vous à patienter… ? Cela m'importe peu, personnellement. Mais vous ? Comment parviendrez-vous à patienter… ? Miséricorde… Il pourrait se passer des milliers de nuits avant que les Doigts ne dispensent à nouveau leur sagesse. Miséricorde… Miséricorde… Quoi que vous fassiez… Les cieux nous en préservent… Ce n'est pas du ressort des simples mortels. Entendez-moi. Brûler l'Arbre-Monde est le premier péché capital. L'incendie de l'Arbre-Monde est le premier péché capital. Et vous dites être aussi à la recherche de la rune de Mort ? On donne un autre nom à la rune de Mort : la Mort destinée. L'ombre prohibée, arrachée à l'Ordre d'or lors de sa création… Libérer la rune à nouveau serait impensable… Les Doigts ne le permettraient jamais. Ni la Volonté suprême. Les Doigts ne le permettraient jamais. Ni la Volonté suprême. Mais voilà où nous en sommes… Les Doigts, endormis, nous coupent de notre lien avec la Volonté suprême. Le royaume et toutes les formes de vie sont en ruine. Des événements improbables, dépassant jusqu'à l'entendement des Doigts, se produisent. Le royaume et toutes les formes de vie sont en ruine. Des événements improbables, dépassant jusqu'à l'entendement des Doigts, se produisent. Qui peut affirmer qu'un péché capital le restera à jamais ? Allez-y. Terminez ce que vous avez commencé. Suivez la voie qui vous semble la plus juste. Vous devez trouver de quoi attiser le feu. Seule la flamme ardente de la Grande forge des Géants, nichée au sommet du pic le plus élevé de l'Entre-terre, peut embraser l'Arbre-Monde. Mais il vous faut un combustible spécial pour raviver la flamme. Pour que le feu brûle l'Arbre-Monde, un sacrifice est nécessaire. Celui d'un être qui imagine la flamme. Pour que le feu brûle l'Arbre-Monde, un sacrifice est nécessaire. Celui d'un être qui imagine la flamme. Et qui puisse vous guider jusqu'à la rune de Mort. Vous avez réussi, a priori. Que puis-je faire de vous, désormais ? Je suis l'Augure des Doigts. Je resterai ici jusqu'à ce que leur conversation s'achève et qu'ils se remettent à parler. Je suis l'Augure des Doigts. Je resterai ici jusqu'à ce que leur conversation s'achève et qu'ils se remettent à parler. Faites comme bon vous semble. Empruntez la voie qui vous semble la plus juste. Faites comme bon vous semble. Empruntez la voie qui vous semble la plus juste. À présent, allez-vous-en. Hé, hé, hé. Vous obligeriez la vieillarde que je suis à travailler malgré tout ? Je n'ai jamais rencontré de maître aussi exigeant. N'ayez crainte, mon enfant. Je resterai à vos côtés jusqu'à la fin, s'il le faut. Partez, maintenant. Faites ce qui vous semble juste. Oh, quel magnifique cadeau. Je l'accepte volontiers. Mais n'allez pas vous méprendre. Je n'ai pas de secrets à vous révéler. Il y a bien longtemps que je ne leur trouve plus aucun intérêt. Quel plaisir de vous rencontrer, Sans-éclat. Je suis Renna la sorcière. J'ai eu vent d'un Sans-éclat sillonnant le pays, chevauchant un destrier spectral. Et après m'être renseignée sur la question, je présume que vous êtes l'objet de ces rumeurs. Vous possédez le pouvoir, n'est-ce pas ? Celui d'invoquer le destrier spectral nommé Torrent. Ah, comme je l'espérais. Voyez-vous, j'ai une chose à vous remettre. De la part de l'ancien maître de Torrent. C'est une cloche permettant de faire appel aux esprits de ceux qui ont préféré être incinérés plutôt que de rallier l'Arbre-Monde. Ils vous obéiront, mais pour un temps seulement, tandis qu'ils se remémorent les batailles d'antan. Ceci vous appartient, désormais. Faites-en bon usage. Ceci vous appartient, désormais. Faites-en bon usage. Pardonnez mon intrusion, Sans-éclat. Je doute que nos routes se croisent à nouveau. Mais prenez le temps de vous familiariser avec l'Entre-terre. Je doute que nos routes se croisent à nouveau. Mais prenez le temps de vous familiariser avec l'Entre-terre. Combien de temps encore… avant que les Sans-éclat se lassent de leur soumission aux Deux Doigts ? Par ici, Sans-éclat. M'accorderiez-vous un instant ? Ne badinez pas avec moi, Sans-éclat. À moins que vous n'ayez simplement oublié ? Le nom du destrier spectral que vous chevauchez ? Je vous pose à nouveau la question. Vous possédez le pouvoir, n'est-ce pas ? Celui d'invoquer le destrier spectral nommé Torrent. Je vous trouve bien opiniâtre. Un atout, à n'en pas douter. Ce ne sont pas les menteurs et les fourbes qui manquent, dans l'Entre-terre. Un atout, à n'en pas douter. Ce ne sont pas les menteurs et les fourbes qui manquent, dans l'Entre-terre. Peut-être votre méfiance vous rendra-t-elle service. Je vous confie ceci, de la part de l'ancien maître de Torrent. Prenez-la, si vous pouvez passer outre votre méfiance. Qu'espérez-vous en retirer ? Inutile d'insister, je vois. Ma foi, vous êtes vraiment insondable. Il semble que les bonnes manières n'importent guère aux yeux de Torrent… Devisons du passé, vous et moi. Jadis, j'étais une Empyréenne. Parmi les demi-dieux, seuls Miquella, Malenia et moi-même pouvions prétendre à ce titre. Chacun d'entre nous avait été choisi par nos Deux Doigts respectifs comme candidat à la succession de la reine Marika, pour devenir la nouvelle divinité de l'âge à venir. Or, j'ai rejeté la volonté des Deux Doigts. J'ai volé la rune de Mort, j'ai anéanti ma propre chair empyréenne et l'ai abandonnée. Jamais je ne laisserai pareille chose me contrôler. Depuis, les Deux Doigts et moi nous maudissons mutuellement… Et les Ombres funestes… sont leurs assassins. Tiens, nos chemins se croisent à nouveau. Lors de notre dernière rencontre, je crois m'être présentée sous le nom de Renna. Je me réjouis de voir Torrent en pleine santé… Mais qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici, Sans-éclat ? Je ne me souviens pas vous avoir rédigé d'invitation. Hmm ? Un Sans-éclat, ici ? Vous n'avez certainement pas fait le chemin jusque-là par hasard. Je ne me souviens pourtant pas vous avoir rédigé d'invitation. Je vois. Vous êtes un bien fin limier. Effectivement, je suis Ranni la Sorcière. J'ai subtilisé un fragment de la rune de Mort et m'en suis servie pour forger les couteaux noirs déicides lors d'un affreux rituel. J'avoue tout. Hélas pour vous, vous ne trouverez pas ici la marque maudite de votre quête. J'ai détruit le corps dans lequel je vins au monde et l'ai abandonné. Or, telle est la chair qui porte la marque maudite. Et pourquoi donc devrais-je vous le révéler ? Je n'ai pas fait cela pour enfouir le passé ni par honte de mes actes. Mais qu'importe, vos supplications me laissent de marbre. La marque maudite que vous cherchez ne se trouve pas ici. Je n'en dirai pas plus. La marque maudite que vous cherchez ne se trouve pas ici. Je n'en dirai pas plus. Laissez-moi, à présent. La marque maudite que vous cherchez ne se trouve pas ici. Je n'en dirai pas plus. La marque maudite que vous cherchez ne se trouve pas ici. Je n'en dirai pas plus. Laissez-moi, à présent. Oh, vraiment ? Vos m'offrez vos services, est-ce bien là votre proposition ? Espérant ainsi jouir d'une opportunité de chercher l'emplacement de la marque maudite, n'est-ce pas ? "D'accord." Il n'y a rien de mal à ourdir un plan bien ficelé. Qui plus est, si mon passé et mes blessures d'antan vous intéressent tant, je suis curieuse de voir où vous conduira votre destinée… J'accepte. Mettez-vous donc à mon service. J'accepte. Mettez-vous donc à mon service. Et bonne chasse. Sans raison particulière, prétendez-vous ? Fascinant. Peut-être est-ce bien le destin qui préside à ces retrouvailles. Fascinant. Peut-être est-ce bien le destin qui préside à ces retrouvailles. Fascinant. Peut-être est-ce bien le destin qui préside à ces retrouvailles. Fascinant. Peut-être est-ce bien le destin qui préside à cette rencontre. Vous mettrez-vous à mon service ? Effectivement, je suis Ranni la Sorcière. Je suis Ranni la Sorcière. J'ai jadis dérobé la Mort et suis à présent en quête de la voie sombre. Afin de pouvoir un jour trahir le monde entier et le purger de ce qui existait précédemment. Eh bien ? Cela éveille-t-il votre intérêt ? Je vois. Vous avez fait le bon choix. Vous êtes un être bien singulier. Peu auraient accepté cette proposition. Vous êtes un être bien singulier. Peu auraient accepté cette proposition. Mais je n'en exige pas moins de ceux qui me servent. J'attends que vous me donniez satisfaction. Je vois. Quel dommage. Revenez me voir si vous deviez changer d'avis. S'offrir en service à une poupée ensorcelée… Ce n'est pas aussi épouvantable que vous le redoutez… Ah, êtes-vous acquis à ma cause ? Dans ce cas, je vous le redemande : vous mettrez-vous à mon service ? Bien, ne perdons pas plus de temps, alors. Je compte parmi mes serviteurs un guerrier semi-loup connu sous le nom de Blaidd. Je souhaite que vous vous joigniez à lui pour chercher le trésor secret de Nokron, la Ville éternelle. J'ai convoqué Blaidd, il vous attendra à l'étage inférieur pour vous expliquer tout cela en détail. J'ai convoqué Blaidd, il vous attendra à l'étage inférieur pour vous expliquer tout cela en détail. Ah, et vous y trouverez également Iji, mon conseiller de guerre, ainsi que Seluvis, instructeur en arts occultes. Ne vous laissez pas désarçonner par leurs particularités. Acquérez auprès d'eux autant d'avantages que possible. Je ne doute pas que les autres en feront de même. Adressez-vous aux trois qui vous attendent à l'étage inférieur. Nul besoin de céder à toutes leurs requêtes, mais ils souhaitent eux aussi jauger votre valeur. Après tout, il y a bien longtemps que nous n'avons pas accueilli de nouvelle recrue. Bien, ne perdons pas plus de temps, alors. Vous n'êtes pas sans savoir qu'une étoile s'est écrasée en Nécrolimbe ? Elle a creusé un vaste cratère, au cœur duquel se trouve la Ville éternelle de Nokron. Rendez-vous-y et trouvez son trésor secret. Ah, oui. Iji, mon conseiller de guerre, et Seluvis, instructeur en arts occultes, se trouvent à l'étage inférieur. Tout comme vous, ils sont à mon service. Ne vous laissez pas désarçonner par leurs particularités. Acquérez auprès d'eux autant d'avantages que possible. Je ne doute pas que les autres en feront de même. Adressez-vous aux trois qui vous attendent à l'étage inférieur. Nul besoin de céder à toutes leurs requêtes, mais ils souhaitent eux aussi jauger votre valeur. Après tout, il y a bien longtemps que nous n'avons pas accueilli de nouvelle recrue. Ah, permettez que je vous avertisse. Bientôt, je m'abandonnerai à un profond sommeil. Et un certain temps s'écoulera avant que je ne me réveille. Ce corps de poupée n'est pas sans limites… En tout cas, je place en vous de grands espoirs. Je me réjouis d'avance des bonnes nouvelles qui m'attendront à mon réveil. Bientôt, je m'abandonnerai à un profond sommeil. Et un certain temps s'écoulera avant que je ne me réveille. En tout cas, je place en vous de grands espoirs. Je me réjouis d'avance des bonnes nouvelles qui m'attendront à mon réveil. Ah… C'était vous. Et non pas Blaidd. Même dans mon sommeil, je l'ai senti. Il est donc en votre possession ? Le trésor secret de Nokron ? Je souhaite que vous vous joigniez à lui pour chercher le trésor secret de Nokron, la Ville éternelle. Je dois également rendre grâce à Torrent. Merci. Enfin, toutes les pièces sont à leur place. Je dois bientôt débuter mon voyage. Sur la sombre voie que moi seule peux arpenter. Je dois bientôt débuter mon voyage. Sur la sombre voie que moi seule peux arpenter. Ah, mais avant de partir, je dois vous confier ceci. Ma chair délaissée gît par-delà le sceau qu'ouvre ceci. Vous y trouverez gravée la marque maudite que vous convoitez. Je crois déceler votre intention. Je constate que la voie de la lumière ne vous sied pas plus qu'à moi. Vous pouvez partir, à présent. Notre relation fut brève, mais vous m'avez bien servie. Ah. Vous êtes de retour. Qu'y a-t-il ? En vous présentant à moi, vous espériez obtenir la marque maudite, n'est-ce pas ? Vous pouvez partir, à présent. Moi aussi, j'ai un voyage à entreprendre. Sur la sombre voie que moi seule peux arpenter. Je dois bientôt débuter mon voyage. Sur la sombre voie que moi seule peux arpenter. Ah, mais avant de partir, je vous confie ceci. Je vous remercie pour vos vaillants efforts. Un présent fort insolite, mais quelqu'un de votre trempe saura l'apprécier, je n'en doute point. Je suis à présent convaincue que nos retrouvailles furent l'œuvre du destin. Je suis à présent convaincue que notre première rencontre fut l'œuvre du destin. Torrent doit également être remercié pour son aide. Vous pouvez partir, à présent. Notre relation fut brève, mais vous m'avez bien servie. Ah. Vous êtes de retour. Qu'y a-t-il ? À présent, allez-vous-en. Moi aussi, j'ai un voyage à entreprendre. Sur la sombre voie que moi seule peux arpenter. Je dois bientôt débuter mon voyage. Sur la sombre voie que moi seule peux arpenter. Eh bien. Vous êtes tenace, dites-moi ? Ou avez-vous simplement pour habitude de parler aux poupées ? Bon, très bien… Je ne m'attendais pas à être reconnue sous cette apparence. Mais maintenant que vous savez, je ne puis vous laisser repartir librement. Rendez-moi donc un service, en contrepartie. Éliminez les Ombres funestes qui hantent ces terres. Le nom de Ranni la Sorcière est déjà entaché par votre faute. Je ne tolérerai nulle désobéissance à cet égard. Rendez-moi donc un service, en contrepartie. Éliminez les Ombres funestes qui hantent ces terres. Le nom de Ranni la Sorcière est déjà entaché par votre faute. Je ne tolérerai nulle désobéissance à cet égard. Devisons du passé, vous et moi. Jadis, j'étais une Empyréenne. Parmi les demi-dieux, seuls Miquella, Malenia et moi-même pouvions prétendre à ce titre. Chacun d'entre nous avait été choisi par nos Deux Doigts respectifs comme candidat à la succession de la reine Marika, pour devenir la nouvelle divinité de l'âge à venir. C'est à ce moment que j'ai reçu Blaidd, sous la forme d'un vassal conçu spécialement pour une Empyréenne. C'est à ce moment que j'ai reçu Blaidd, sous la forme d'un vassal conçu spécialement pour une Empyréenne. Or, j'ai rejeté la volonté des Deux Doigts. J'ai volé la rune de Mort, j'ai anéanti ma propre chair empyréenne et l'ai abandonnée. Jamais je ne laisserai pareille chose me contrôler. Depuis, les Deux Doigts et moi nous maudissons mutuellement… Et les Ombres funestes… sont leurs assassins. J'ai tourné le dos aux Deux Doigts, et nous partageons depuis un mépris mutuel… Et les Ombres funestes… sont leurs assassins. Même lorsque j'ai tourné le dos aux Deux Doigts, Blaidd est demeuré mon fidèle allié. Bien qu'il fût créé pour servir de vassal à une Empyréenne. Un lamentable échec de la part des Deux Doigts. Blaidd comme Iji… sont disposés à sacrifier bien trop de choses pour moi. Blaidd comme Iji… sont disposés à sacrifier bien trop de choses pour moi. Mais ils comprennent tous deux ce qui attend au bout de la voie sombre… Mais ils comprennent tous deux ce qui attend au bout de la voie sombre… Ils savent que je dois trahir le monde entier, afin de le purger de son passé. Ah, dois-je vous ajouter à la liste ? Tout comme eux, vous avez une âme noble. Tout comme eux, vous avez une âme noble. Bah, cette forme m'a délié la langue. J'en ai trop dévoilé. Oubliez donc ce que vous avez entendu. Ô vile Ombre, tu es la dernière. Préviens les Deux Doigts. Avertis-les que Ranni la Sorcière arrive pour leur trancher la chair. Pour leur infliger une plaie qui jamais ne guérira, dictée par le destin. Splendide combat. Je dois également rendre grâce à Torrent. Merci. Le défi était plus corsé que je ne l'imaginais. Désormais, je puis enfin me présenter à eux. Adieu, brave Sans-éclat. Dites à Blaidd et Iji… combien ils me sont chers. Ainsi, c'était vous qui deviez devenir mon Seigneur. Peut-être était-il vain de vous avertir. Je suis satisfaite, néanmoins. Vous faites un Seigneur de choix. Je suis satisfaite, néanmoins. Vous faites un Seigneur de choix. Je m'en vais désormais rejoindre le ciel nocturne où je trouverai mon ordre. Je m'en vais désormais rejoindre le ciel nocturne où je trouverai mon ordre. Je vous enjoins à suivre la voie du Seigneur. Et quand tout sera terminé, nous nous verrons à nouveau. Je suppose que vous avez remarqué. Ce n'est guère étonnant. Je suppose que vous avez remarqué. Ce n'est guère étonnant. Permettez-moi de vous expliquer plus avant… l'ordre tel que je le conçois. Ma loi ne sera pas faite d'or, mais des étoiles et de la lune de la plus froide des nuits. Je les tiendrai à l'écart, loin du sol sous nos pieds. Comme je vous parle, la vie, les âmes et l'ordre sont intrinsèquement liés, mais je désire les fracturer. Ce que nous tenons pour acquis, la vue, l'émotion, la foi et le toucher… ne feront plus partie que du domaine de l'impossible. C'est pourquoi j'abandonnerai cette terre, avec mon ordre. M'accompagnez-vous, en cet instant même, mon seul et unique Seigneur ? Ma loi ne sera pas faite d'or, mais des étoiles et de la lune de la plus froide des nuits. Et j'abandonnerai cette terre, avec mon ordre. M'accompagnez-vous, en cet instant même, mon seul et unique Seigneur ? Ma foi, quelle cruelle désillusion. L'omniprésence de la malveillance ne cessera de m'étonner. Qu'il m'attriste de vous voir succomber à pareille dépravation. Qu'il m'attriste de vous voir succomber à pareille dépravation. Dévoyé par Seluvis, armé de sa perfide potion, Croyiez-vous vraiment pouvoir m'abuser de la sorte ? Disparaissez. Vil mécréant. Je ne puis plus souffrir votre souffle fétide. Vous m'avez entendue. Je ne veux plus vous voir. Vous m'avez entendue. Je ne veux plus vous voir. Pour la troisième fois, félon. Assez de votre haleine viciée. Qu'espérez-vous en retirer ? Dire que vous maniganciez cela. Eh bien, je refuse de vous donner satisfaction. J'ai renoncé à la mort naturelle il y a fort longtemps. Qu'espérez-vous en retirer ? Est-ce là toute la valeur de mon Seigneur ? Peut-être n'en méritais-je pas plus… Pour m'être ainsi bercée d'illusions.

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.

Oh, it's you... It's me, Blaidd. Old Iji trapped me here. Told me I'd bring nought but bale to Lady Ranni. But there's no chance that could happen. I'm part of her being. Her very shadow... I thought old Iji knew as much... Honestly, I don't know what's going on anymore... I don't understand. Why would Iji do this... I could never intend harm to Lady Ranni. What's he thinking... My thanks, friend. I'm going to see mistress Ranni, now. I don't know what came over old Iji, but even if the odds are slim, I need to check the mistress is safe. Now, Ranni can finally set in motion the fight against her fate she's dreamt of for so long. I'm going to see mistress Ranni, now. I don't know what came over old Iji, but even if the odds are slim, I need to check the mistress is safe. ... No. I'm part of her very being! I could never betray her! No matter what might happen... Ranni... She needs me... Oh? What are you playing at? Fine. Time to douse your little flame. Alright then. Better to put you down now. Before you trouble mistress Ranni. Hmph. Pathetic little man. Hmph. Pathetic little woman. Don't show your face again. Stay away from mistress Ranni. You're...you're strong of arm. But ask yourself... What harm can be done...to a shadow? Traitorous wretch... You're...you're a danger... From... From this woman… Stop, please... You think me a bringer of bale as well? Fine. I am Ranni's shadow and it's for her that I fight. Whatever any of you might call me. I am no bringer of bale. I must return to Ranni's side. Tell...me... Why... Why am I...bale to Ranni? Didn't I say? No harm can befall a shadow. I...am shadowbound. Wherever mistress Ranni goes, I follow. You are a danger. You die here. Rraargh! Asimi, Silver Tear Please, wait! Proud Tarnished warrior. Before you kill me, let me speak. I can aid you. Please, just hear me out. Thank you for listening. I am Asimi. My true form is that of a silver tear. I am a simple being who can assume the shapes of other living things. But now, I've gained knowledge. I speak, and ponder, and...live in fear of death. O, mighty Tarnished warrior, I beg of you. Let me keep the life I've been granted. In exchange, I offer you power. Ahh, thank you. Now, set your lips upon me, and breathe in deep. I will live inside of you, and grant you strength untold. Onward, to our glorious future, my host... You won't listen to me, will you? It's such a pity. I had a feeling you would become... Please, proud Tarnished warrior, I beg you reconsider. The gifts I can bestow you in life far outstrip those which could be plundered from my corpse. Please, can't you find it in your heart to trust me? So, you won't trust me. But you still haven't killed me, have you. Do you wish to think it over? Then I will wait. For as long as it takes for you to trust me. Proud Tarnished Warrior, have you made up your mind? I can grant you power, if you let me live. My lord host, do you hear that? The sound of water. The river that flows in my home, the Eternal City. Good lord host, I beg you, we must see the Eternal City. To discover the ancient wonders of the stars. A wellspring of strength. My lord host, great lord host. May I ask something of you? A chalice is close by, the cradle of my kind... Would you mind finding it for me? Mm, you should find the chalice...and drink it dry. Ahh, my lord host. I am terribly parched. The chalice will quench my thirst, rejuvenate my flesh, and allow me to grant you further strength. Please, my lord host. It is my only desire. Bless this brook of sustenance. My lord host... My lord host, great lord host. A tear chalice lies in these lands, too. A tear chalice lies in these lands. Our mother chalice. Please, search out this most sacred chalice. It's suffused with the blessed wonders of the stars... It will allow us to become a perfect whole. Now, lord host. Please, drink every last drop from the mother chalice. So that we may form a perfect whole. Oh no... Excuse me, lord host. I'm still so very, very parched. In the other Eternal City, there's a cradle chalice to be found. And if you were to drink the entirety of that one, first... Ahh, are you awake? We've become a perfect whole. There is nothing to fear. I will merely follow in your footsteps. Living only as you would have yourself. And I vow, that when I perfect your form. Ahh, how could you... I was you, and only you. We were one...together. Please, I only want to live... I only wanted you... to become Lord... Gah... Oh...you found me... I had hoped you wouldn't... You could have become Elden Lord, and I could have become Sovereign Eternal, eventually. If you hadn't found me, we both could have been Lords. I was wrong about you... My apologies, lord host. I will take the throne. I'm...dying... So this...is fear... I'm...glad... My lord host, worthiest of lords...

Ah! Please, no. Dear me! ... I haven't a clue. No secrets lie with me, not a one. Oh, please. Leave me be. Wait, then, you're not one of them? Well, what a relief. ... Oh, goodness me. I am Albus. An Albinauric, as you can see. We're finished. The whole village is finished. The cursemongers have destroyed everything. No one that remains has their wits about them. I beg you. Would you look after this medallion? You must keep it out of the cursemongers' hands. And if you should meet the young Albinauric Latenna, then please, give it to her. A chosen land awaits us Albinaurics. Miquella's city, far to the north, a place called Eburion, where we are conferred eternal grace. The medallion is the key that leads to the city. It's only a quaint treasure, for we who cannot make the journey. But for dear Latenna, it is needed. To fulfil her purpose. My legs will soon fade, and with them, my life. Alas, this is the immovable fate of all Albinaurics. ... If only I could have gazed upon it, even once. The great chalk buttress of Eburion. ... Ngh! We are Albinaurics. We have caused you no harm! You merciless brutes. Let the curse take everything. I will never give this up. Not to your kind. Hello-o? Can you hear me? Help me! I'm stuck! Hello? Hellooo! Anyone? Oh my stars I'm so happy to see you! I am Alexander, also known as the Iron Fist. And as you can see, I'm stuck here. Please, can you help me out of this? My thanks! A thousand thanks! Just give me a good smack from the rear, with something nice and big. And I'll pop clean out. I'm sure! Don't dally. No no, there's no need to fret, I'm very well trained. Give it your all, I say! Ah! Ouuch! S-stop please! That's a little too rough for me, friend. You'll crack me in half, like that! A little more gently, gently, please. Ahhh! Ahh! Well played, good sir. Well played! Ahh! Well played, good lady. Well played! Though that mighty wallop of yours almost spelt the end of me! Ha ha ha ha! Well, I'm out now, and that's what counts. I thank you, and as a token of my appreciation, I'd like you to have this. Once again, the pleasure is mine. I am the warrior jar known as Alexander. Iron Fist Alexander, in fact. I journey to the east, where I intend to further my education in the ways of war. Beyond these lands lie the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. And upon their southern edge is Redmane Castle, in which a festival of combat is being held. I'd heard whispers of such festivities before... Doesn't the notion set your breast aflutter! Ha ha ha ha! I see. More's the pity. No no. I apologise. Don't you worry about a thing. Despite my appearance, I am but a chip off a greater jar. I'll pop out eventually, just you wait. Ah, what's that look, good sir? Ah, what's that look, good lady? Are you willing to help me out after all? Come on, give me a good smack from behind with something nice and big. I'll pop clean out. I'm sure, of it! Don't stop now, friend. Just keeping clobbering away at the old behind! Put those doubts to rest, I'll be just fine. I'm very well trained. Give it your all, I say! G-good gosh, stop, please! That's my face! Smack me from the other end! The other end! I'm heading eastward. To Redmane Castle on the southern edge of the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. I've heard there's to be a festival held there. G-good gosh, stop, please! That's my lid! Oh, I hadn't expected to see your face again. Are you heading to the festival of combat, too? Oh, no need to be coy with me. Judging by the fine wallop you gave the old backside earlier, I would venture you're something of a warrior yourself. The mere thought of such a festival gets the blood pumping, eh! Now, now, according to my calculations, passing through this road should lead us to the Caelid Wilds. But however you slice it, it seems we've reached a dead end. I'm sorry to have raised your hopes. It seems my calculations must have been off... I was created to be a warrior vessel. Many great warriors reside within me, ever dreaming of becoming a great champion. It's my destiny. And the reason for which I quest. It is my ordeal, you could say. To test myself, to better myself, to fell ever greater foes. And then, one day, we'll be a single great champion. The greatest of them all! What do you think, eh? How do you rate my chances? Heh heh... Ah, if it isn't a Tarnished warrior. Are you travelling my way? I'm heading to the festival at Redmane Castle, on the southern edge of the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. Oh, no need to be coy with me. I can tell from your bearing you're skilled in the arts of combat. Ah, yes, the mere thought of such a festival gets the blood pumping, eh! I am the warrior jar, Iron Fist Alexander. And according to my calculations, passing through this road should lead us to the Caelid Wilds. But however you slice it, it seems we've reached a dead end. I'm sorry to have raised your hopes. It seems my calculations must have been off... ...! Good sir, where did you spring from? Good lady, where did you spring from? This was supposed to be a dead end, I'm sure of it. What's going on here? A door, from thin air! Well, stranger things happen at sea, or so I'm told, but onward! To the Caelid Wilds. I suppose my calculations were right all along. You should head this way as well, friend. Heh heh... ...! The esteemed warrior. Where did you spring from? This was supposed to be a dead end, I'm sure of it. What's going on here? A door, from thin air! Well, stranger things happen at sea, or so I'm told, but onward! To the Caelid Wilds. Gosh, that dead-end had me rather stumped! Heh heh... ...! Where did you spring from? This was supposed to be a dead end, I'm sure of it. What's going on here? A door, from thin air! Well, stranger things happen at sea, or so I'm told, but onward I shall go. I am the warrior jar, Iron Fist Alexander. I was heading to Redmane Castle on the southern edge of the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. Where a festival is being held. Until I was stumped by that dead end! Heh heh... It's time I set off. To the festival at Redmane Castle on the southern edge of the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. Doesn't the thought just set your heart aflutter! Ah, you came, how delightful! Indeed, I thought I might find you here. By the by, do you know for whom this festival is being held? Well, it is none other than General Radahn himself! To think, I could face a great champion of the Shattering, a demigod in the flesh... In truth I quiver at the thought, such is his frightful repute. But! The fear simply assures me the ordeal is worth undertaking! Now, be sure to get a good vantage, my friend. I, Iron Fist Alexander, do hereby vow to unflinchingly brave this ordeal. Ah, if it isn't a Tarnished warrior. I am the warrior jar, Iron Fist Alexander. The pleasure is mine. Do you know for whom this festival is being held? Well, it is none other than General Radahn himself! To think, I could face a great champion of the Shattering, a demigod in the flesh... In truth I quiver at the thought, such is his frightful repute. But! The fear simply assures me the ordeal is worth undertaking! Be sure to get a good vantage, my friend. I, Iron Fist Alexander, do hereby vow to unflinchingly brave this ordeal. Be sure to get a good vantage, my friend. I, Iron Fist Alexander, do hereby vow to unflinchingly brave this ordeal. A-ah, hello there. It was a battle marvellously fought. You are well and truly a champion, friend. I, on the other hand, am nothing but a crock. One hit was all it took to crack me, and for my insides to come spilling out... After that, I hid like a coward. And as such, I can hardly stand to face one such as you. ...But don't you think I've given up just yet. As luck would have it, there's a veritable mountain of warriors' bodies right here. If I can just squeeze this bunch down inside me, I'll be a mighty warrior again in no time. And you know... The bodies found here are exceedingly fine. Who could expect any less from the very warriors who fought in the Shattering, the greatest of all wars! Just you wait and see, friend. I'll grow even stronger! Just you wait, when next we meet! Heh heh... Alright lads, I'm going to take you on a little journey. You'll all be inside me, and be part of me. From now on, we're all in it together. So let's all of us dream big. The bodies found here are exceedingly fine. Who could expect any less from the very warriors who fought in the Shattering, the greatest of all wars! Just you wait and see, friend. I'll grow even stronger! Just you wait, when next we meet! Heh heh... Hello-o? Can you hear me? Help me! I'm stuck! Hello? Hellooo! Anyone? Ahh, hello! How nice it is to see a friendly face! As you can surmise, I've got myself stuck in another hole. Would you mind helping me out, again? My thanks in advance, I know you're the man for the job! My thanks in advance, I know you're the woman for the job! You know what to do, hm? Give me a good smack from behind with something nice and big. Don't worry about my wound sustained at the festival. I'm stuck back together good and proper! Just give it your all! Ah! Ouuch! P-please! Wait. I have a terrible feeling about this! Would you stop hitting me for a minute! I see. More's the pity. No no. I apologise. Don't you worry about a thing. Despite my appearance, I am but a chip off a greater jar. I'll pop out eventually, just you wait. What's that look, good sir? What's that look, good lady? Are you willing to help me out after all? Come on, give me a good smack from behind with something nice and big! I can feel my lower half is stuck on something. I don't think you can get me out just by hitting me, this time. Hmm... Let's think... Perhaps there's a way to slide me out a little more smoothly... What if I could somehow be made slippery, or somesuch? Hmm... Let's think... Perhaps there's a way to slide me out a little more smoothly... What if I could somehow be made slippery, or somesuch? Ahh, hello! How nice it is to see a friendly face! As you can surmise, I've got myself stuck in a hole. Would you mind helping me out? Ngh! Nngh! Oh, yes! That's the ticket! Nnngh! My thanks! To you and your razor-sharp wits. As a token of my thanks, I'd like you to have this. Deary me, I'm oilier than a toad! There were countless oil jars back where I'm from, actually. And now I know what it's like to be one of them! Heh heh... Yes, indeed, I too have a home. Though it is one to which I have vowed not to return. So, I thought I might look out from atop the cliff, but as I drew closer and closer... Pow! Wouldn't you know it, I was perfectly stuck in that blasted hole. I can feel the warriors inside admonishing me for my mawkishness. To walk the path of champions, one cannot cleave to the past! I'm headed to the fiery mount in the north. I can strengthen myself there, without fear of cracking this vessel. I will forge myself anew in its flames! I'm headed to the fiery mount in the north. I can strengthen myself there, without fear of cracking this vessel. I will forge myself anew in its flames! Ngh! Rnnngh! O mountain of fire! Bake me in your flames! Rrrrngh! Nnngh! Ah, good sir, what business might you have in such a place as this? Ah, good lady, what business might you have in such a place as this? I hardly think you're here to temper yourself with flame, considering that fleshly form of yours. Your timing though, is impeccable as ever! I've been making just the thing for you on my journey here. Take it, I'm sure it'll suit you to a tee. But oh, it's hardly more than lukewarm here. I won't be able to temper my body such that it'll never crack again. Perhaps I'll head eastward. There's an old saying I've caught wind of. "Above the lofty clouds, the icy giant's peak doth soar, here lieth the flame of ruin, which ever burning roars." Perhaps I'll head eastward. There's an old saying I've caught wind of. "Above the lofty clouds, the icy giant's peak doth soar, here lieth the flame of ruin, which ever burning roars." Ah, I see you've finally made it here yourself. The city hanging in the air is slowly crumbling. What an incredible place we find ourselves. But that aside, you're certainly a force to be reckoned with, eh. I doubt there's a single soul who could've handled that giant, other than you. It was practically a god... Of course I count myself, the great Alexander, among the many. Which means, I've but one thing to ask of you. Would you kindly undertake my ordeal? Come and tell me when you're ready. I've been longing to fight a warrior as accomplished as you. You are ready then, I take it? Then let us begin! I am the great jar warrior, Iron Fist Alexander! Lend me strength, O warriors within! Let us become one champion, together! Ah, I see you've finally made it here yourself. The city hanging in the air is slowly crumbling. What an incredible place we find ourselves. But that aside, I can't believe you felled that giant. It was practically a god... I doubt there's another soul out there who could've done the same. Of course I count myself, the great Alexander, among the many. Which means, I've but one thing to ask of you. Would you kindly undertake my ordeal? Come and tell me when you're ready. I've been longing to fight a warrior as accomplished as you. As I suspected... Victory...was impossible. This vessel...was found lacking... My thanks. I knew you were the stuff of champions. It was a marvellous battle. I implore you, take what I bequeath...from inside me... All vessels are destined to one day break. But the great Alexander lived as a warrior to his last! Ha ha ha ha! Good sir, I can't believe your heart was in it at all. Good lady, I can't believe your heart was in it at all. By the gods you are a man of vision! By the gods you are a woman of vision! This will have me as slippery as a toad. I have a good feeling about this, my friend. Right! Give me a good smack from behind with something nice and big! Argh! Cease! Please! Just stop a moment, I beg! My lower half is stuck on something down there! I'll break! I'll break before I'm out! Argh! No! Stop, please! I beg! I beg of you! Argh! Phew. I thought I was apt to split in half... Mm, I can feel my lower half is stuck on something. I don't think you can get me out just by hitting me, this time. Hmm... Let's think... Perhaps there's a way to slide me out a little more smoothly... W-what if I could somehow be made slippery, or somesuch? My thanks! A thousand thanks! Just give me a good smack from the rear, with something nice and big. And I'll pop clean out. I'm sure! Don't worry about my wound sustained at the festival. I'm stuck back together good and proper! Just give it your all! Ngh! What are you playing at? This is no time for games! Wait, I see. I see it now. Humans all lose their wits, eventually. Then there's nothing left to say, except... I am Iron Fist Alexander! The great jar warrior! A finer battle was never witnessed. How do you fancy joining the lads inside, eh? How could this... Was my whole existence... just a crock? ... Oi! You there! Could you help us out, cully? You, yeah, you there! Stop pretending you can't see me! Why won't anyone look me in the eye? I-I'm not that ugly, am I? Ow! What'd you go and do that for! Hm? Oh, yes, I remember. Some clod turned me into a tree. You were just breaking the spell, weren't you. Thank you. The name's Boc. I was pushed out of the cave. Told not to come back, not ever. Then I ended up as a tree. Lucky you came along, really. Oh, what a shame. When they threw me out of the cave, they took everything I owned, and so this is all I have to express my thanks. I hope you can forgive me. Or, if you can afford to wait for a while, I could sneak back into the cave, and bring back something of actual value. Then I'd be of some real use to you, I reckon. Right, but I'll need a moment. I-I'm frightened of them... So I have to gather myself. My knees start knockin'...just thinking about that god-awful cave on the shore... Oh, what are you doing here? You must leave this place at once. They'll rush in and beat you to a pulp. You'll end up just like me. Wait, is that what I think it is? You got it back for me? My sewing needle! What made you go and do a thing like that... My mum was a seamstress... ...and that sewing kit was all I had to remember her by. I always wanted to be just like sweet old Mum. Then, I suppose I-I can't just curl up and die, can I. Thank you. You're very kind. I always wanted to be a seamster, l-like my mum. Then, I suppose I can't just curl up and die, can I. Oh.. It...hurts... Ooh... Good to see you! Master. Do you remember me? Boc, the demi-human. You helped me before, and retrieved my sewing needle. Please, master. Allow me to serve you, as your seamster. I can't make nothing from scratch, but… I'm happy to make adjustments to your garments. Boc the seamster, at your service, Master. Ready to make adjustments to your garments. Oh, going so soon? Please, do be safe on your journeys. Master, I was wondering... Do you ever...make adjustments to your garb yourself? I would, well, rather you let me do the job when possible, please. I don't ask anything in return, you know, and, well... I am your personal seamster, after all! I am your personal seamster, after all! Master, my apologies. Your wardrobe includes the garb of old demigods, and I'm afraid I can't make adjustments to them. My mum told me once. That a royal seamster would do them up in a jiffy. Just wait, master. Before long, I'll be that good, too! Is that a gift for my undeserving self? Thank you kindly. But what on earth could it... Oh! Amazing! I've never seen a golden needle, not in all my life! With a spectacular royal crest, to boot... Are you certain that this is for me? Oh, I can hardly believe it. Have faith in me, Master! I'll polish my craft enough that I deserve this golden gift! I'll be the golden seamster, Boc! Now I'll be able to sew anything, even the threads of the demigods! Do you think that Mum would be pleased if she knew? That I'm as good as any royal seamster, now. Oh, it's still not enough. I need to learn how to sew from scratch, like her. Master, may I ask you something? Would you mind if I called you lord? I heard that you and the other Tarnished seek the throne of the Elden Lord. Well, I know that you will be the one, and you'd make just the manner of kind-hearted lord that I'd wish for. So, please, if you would. Allow me to call you lord. You don't say! Thank you, thank you! M'lord, m'lord, m'lord! Please, become Elden Lord. And please, let I, Boc the seamster, remain at your side. No, and why would you... Forgive me, for overstepping my bounds. I didn't mean it. Boc the seamster, at your service, m'lord. Ready to make adjustments to your garments. Going already, m'lord? Please, do be safe on your journeys. Master, did you see it? Th-the Erdtree? I, oh, I don't really have the words for this... But I was so...so dazzled, I felt something stir, in my breast. The Erdtree is waiting for you, master. I know it, I do. I feel it in my bones. M'lord, did you see it? Th-the Erdtree? I, oh, I don't really have the words for this... But I was so...so dazzled, I felt something stir, in my breast. The Erdtree is waiting for you, m'lord. I know it, I do. I feel it in my bones. O please, take the throne of Elden Lord. M'lord... Have you ever wished you might be born again? Well, they say that Rennala of Raya Lucaria has the power to help people be reborn. Oh? Me? Reborn? Oh, look at me. When you're this ugly... well, being reborn? It would hardly make a difference, I'm afraid. M'lord, what's this? Oh! Oh! It can't be… For my rebirth? But these are precious, are you certain that it's for me? Oh... M'lord, how did you know? It was my only wish, that I might honour you with a decent appearance. M'lord, it shouldn't take me long. I'm off to see Rennala of Raya Lucaria. I'll be reborn, fresh and new. M'lord. In all honesty, what do you think of me? Am I fit to serve a lord such as you, in all my ugliness? Must I be reborn, no matter what ill fate awaits me? Oh, I'm such a fool. I don't even have answers to the simplest of questions. Master... Have you ever wished you might be born again? Master, what's this? Master, how did you know? Master, it shouldn't take me long. Master. Am I fit to serve you, master, in all my ugliness? Did I just hear my mum speaking? Thank you very much. Mum was always the only one who said I was beautiful. And now, my dear lord let me hear her voice. Please, if I may dream, just once... Do you feel the same way my mum did, m'lord? Do you think I'm beautiful, despite these looks? M'lord, my dear lord... I, Boc the seamster, am forever in your service. May the throne of Elden Lord be yours. No, why on earth would you... It was silly of me to ask. Please, forget that I did. But I beg, don't renounce me for my appearance. One day, I'll look every bit the servant. Did I just hear my mum speaking? Thank you very much. Mum was always the only one who said I was beautiful. And now, my kind master let me hear her voice. Please, if I may dream, just once... Do you feel the same way my mum did, master? Do you think I'm beautiful, despite these looks? Master, kind master... I, Boc the seamster, am forever in your service. Demi-Human Boc No, why on earth would you... It was silly of me to ask. Please, forget that I did. But I beg, don't renounce me for my appearance. One day, I'll look every bit the servant.

C'est pour moi ? Impossible ?! Oh, non. Je ne peux accepter. Ce serait du gâchis d'offrir cela à quelqu'un comme moi. Oh, non. Je ne peux accepter. Ce serait du gâchis d'offrir cela à quelqu'un comme moi. C'est vous qui devriez boire ceci, maître. Cela me ravirait bien plus de savoir que vous en avez profité. C'est pour moi ? Impossible ?! Oh, non. Je ne peux accepter. Ce serait du gâchis d'offrir cela à quelqu'un comme moi. Oh, non. Je ne peux accepter. Ce serait du gâchis d'offrir cela à quelqu'un comme moi. C'est vous qui devriez boire ceci, mon seigneur. Cela me ravirait bien plus de savoir que vous en avez profité. Merci infiniment… Je ne le mérite pas, mais j'en savourerai chaque goutte. Merci infiniment… Je ne le mérite pas, mais j'en savourerai chaque goutte. Pourquoi faites-vous cela ? C'est à cause de ma laideur, n'est-ce pas ? Alors comme ça, vous aussi ? C'est toute l'histoire de mon abjecte existence… Je n'ai jamais souhaité cela… Je… vous ai… déçue… Maître… ? Quelque chose ne va pas ? Boc le couturier, à votre service, maître. Maître, que s'est-il passé ? Ai-je fauté ? Ou est-ce à cause de… ma laideur ? Maître, est-ce la vérité ? Le fond de votre pensée ? Miséricorde… Miséricorde… Maître, qu'ai-je fait… ? Je n'ai pas été à la hauteur… Pardonnez-moi… Mon seigneur ? Quelque chose ne va pas ? Boc le couturier, à votre service, maître. Mon seigneur, que s'est-il passé ? Ai-je fauté ? Ou est-ce à cause de… ma laideur ? Mon seigneur, est-ce la vérité ? Le fond de votre pensée ? Miséricorde… Miséricorde… Mon seigneur, qu'ai-je fait… ? Je n'ai pas été à la hauteur… Pardonnez-moi… Eh bien, regardez-vous. Les visiteurs sont rares, par ici. Eh bien, regardez-vous. Les visiteurs sont rares, par ici. Je suppose que vous êtes un Sans-éclat. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène ? Je suppose que vous êtes un Sans-éclat. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène ? Oh, pardonnez-moi. Je n'ai nul droit de poser cette question. Oh, pardonnez-moi. Je n'ai nul droit de poser cette question. Je suis Iji. J'étais autrefois le forgeron de la famille royale de Caria… Je suis Iji. J'étais autrefois le forgeron de la famille royale de Caria… Un vieillard qui refuse de lâcher son marteau rouillé, en somme. Ainsi, me voici, ici même, toujours à exercer mon métier. Peut-être désirez-vous une démonstration ? Je suis certes vieux, mais parfaitement apte. Peut-être désirez-vous une démonstration ? Je suis certes vieux, mais parfaitement apte. C'est bien aimable de votre part de revenir me parler. Je présume donc que le vieillard que je suis aura rempli son rôle, ne serait-ce qu'un peu. Braves Sans-éclat. Vaillants guerriers, qui avez combattu à mes côtés. Brave Sans-éclat. Vous revenez solliciter l'expertise du vieillard que je suis ? Braves Sans-éclat. Vaillants guerriers, qui avez combattu à mes côtés. Brave Sans-éclat. J'aimerais vous mettre en garde, si vous le permettez. Ce territoire appartenait autrefois à la famille royale de Caria. Leur manoir se trouve à quelques lieues d'ici. Ce territoire appartenait autrefois à la famille royale de Caria. Leur manoir se trouve à quelques lieues d'ici. Lorsque l'Académie de Raya Lucaria se retourna contre Caria, les chevaliers du Coucou déferlèrent sur cette contrée. Après avoir rasé les lieux, ils poursuivirent jusqu'au manoir. Bien que prise de court, la famille royale de Caria parvint à repousser l'assaut des chevaliers… Grâce à un piège enchanté qui demeure actif à ce jour. Je ne saurai donc que trop vous conseiller de ne pas vous approcher de ce manoir. Je ne saurai donc que trop vous conseiller de ne pas vous approcher de ce manoir. À moins que vous ne désiriez rejoindre les chevaliers du Coucou dans la tombe. Oh, prenez garde à vous. Lorsque je me concentre sur mon art, je ne prête plus attention à grand-chose d'autre. Si vous vous approchez de trop, je risquerais de vous blesser. Après tout, je suis bien plus grand que vous, Sans-éclat. Vous n'imaginez pas comme il m'est difficile de ne rien casser lorsque je travaille. Il vous fallait autre chose ? Vous comprenez le danger, à présent. Celui que constitue le piège enchanté qui protège encore le manoir royal de Caria. Quelles que soient vos intentions, brave Sans-éclat, n'approchez pas de ce coupe-gorge. Vraiment ? Blaidd vous envoie ? Fort étonnant, pour quelqu'un d'aussi réservé que lui. Peut-être aura-t-il décelé en vous un potentiel singulier. En tout cas, si Blaidd est votre ami, j'ai d'autres choses qui pourraient vous être utiles. J'ai autre chose qui pourrait vous être utile. Oh, c'est donc vous que j'attendais. Dame Ranni m'a tout expliqué. Oh, c'est donc vous que j'attendais. Dame Ranni m'a tout expliqué. Permettez-moi de me présenter à nouveau. Je m'appelle Iji. Je suis le forgeron officiel de la famille royale de Caria et j'agis également en tant que conseiller de guerre pour dame Ranni. On m'a dit que Blaidd et vous étiez à la recherche de Nokron. Je vous guiderai de mon mieux. Et je prierai pour votre réussite. Je vous guiderai de mon mieux. Et je prierai pour votre réussite. Je suis le forgeron officiel de la famille royale de Caria et j'agis également en tant que conseiller de guerre pour dame Ranni. On m'a dit que Blaidd et vous étiez à la recherche de Nokron. Je vous guiderai de mon mieux. Et je prierai pour votre réussite. Je vous guiderai de mon mieux. Et je prierai pour votre réussite. Oh, vous devez être la personne que j'attends. Dame Ranni m'a tout expliqué. Oh, c'est donc vous que j'attendais. Dame Ranni m'a tout expliqué. Au risque de me répéter, tout le plaisir est pour moi. Je suis le guerrier-jarre, mais appelez-moi Alexander, ou plutôt, Alexander le Poing d'acier. Je suis Iji. J'étais autrefois le forgeron de la famille royale de Caria… Je suppose que vous connaissez la Ville éternelle de Nokstella. Sachez qu'elle possède une jumelle du nom de Nokron. L'autre Ville éternelle. Dans la seconde Ville éternelle se trouve un calice qui fut notre berceau. Après des années d'expédition, nous sommes enfin parvenus à déterminer l'emplacement de Nokron. Descendez dans le puits des Bois brumeux, en Nécrolimbe, et vous l'apercevrez au-dessus de vous. Le seul problème, c'est que nous n'avons pas trouvé de chemin menant jusqu'à la ville. Blaidd était sur la bonne voie, mais j'ai bien peur qu'il n'y soit finalement jamais parvenu. Pour tout vous dire, je ne saurais exactement quelle direction prendre à partir d'ici… Blaidd est le frère adoptif de dame Ranni. La mère de Ranni, la reine Rennala, l'a accepté. Ils ont passé toute leur enfance ensemble. Ils étaient, par ailleurs, toujours ravis que je me joigne à leurs jeux. Lorsque dame Ranni renonça à sa chair et choisit la sombre voie des Empyréens, Blaidd et moi lui avons prêté allégeance et sommes devenus ses vassaux, mais aucun d'entre nous n'oubliera jamais ces moments que nous avons partagés dans notre enfance. Me promettez-vous de veiller sur Blaidd ? J'ai toujours cru que son honnêteté le perdrait, mais heureusement, à présent, vous êtes là pour l'aider. J'ai toujours cru que son honnêteté le perdrait, mais heureusement, à présent, vous êtes là pour l'aider. Jerren. Voilà un nom que je n'ai pas entendu depuis longtemps. Avant de porter la bannière du général Radahn, il était l'hôte de la famille royale de Caria. C'est un épéiste aguerri, certes, mais il est des plus excentriques. Cela ne me surprend pas de le voir impliqué dans quelque festival. Oh, non, attendez… Comment ai-je pu rater cela ? Comment pourrais-je encore me prétendre conseiller après une telle négligence ? Laissez-moi vous expliquer. Les étoiles guident le destin de la famille royale de Caria, Laissez-moi vous expliquer. Les étoiles guident le destin de la famille royale de Caria, et par conséquent celui de dame Ranni, première héritière dans la lignée royale de Caria. Toutefois, le général Radahn est le conquérant des étoiles. Il est celui qui lutta contre les constellations déchaînées et mit un terme à leur agitation après une victoire écrasante. Ainsi, si le général Radahn venait à mourir, les étoiles reprendraient leur mouvement. Tout comme le destin de dame Ranni. Cela révélerait peut-être même la voie qui mène jusqu'à Nokron. Cela révélerait peut-être même la voie qui mène jusqu'à Nokron. Veuillez m'excuser pour ma mise en garde fallacieuse. Jamais je n'aurais imaginé que votre destin serait d'obtenir audience auprès de dame Ranni, et encore moins de la servir. J'aurais pourtant dû m'en douter, mieux que quiconque. Pardonnez-moi, camarade. Dévouons-nous corps et âme. Ensemble, pour dame Ranni. Dévouons-nous corps et âme. Ensemble, pour dame Ranni. Dévouons-nous corps et âme. Ensemble, pour dame Ranni. Eh bien, camarade. Que puis-je pour vous ? Eh bien, camarade. Que puis-je pour vous ? Venez-vous voir le conseiller de guerre ou le forgeron ? Salutations, camarade. Comment puis-je vous aider ? Salutations, camarade. Comment puis-je vous aider ? Il vous fallait autre chose ? Accompagnez Blaidd sur les lieux du festival. Si le général Radahn venait à mourir, les étoiles reprendraient leur mouvement. Cela révélerait peut-être la voie qui mène jusqu'à Nokron. Ah, vous voilà enfin. Blaidd m'a tout raconté. Ah, vous voilà enfin. Blaidd m'a tout raconté. Vous avez vaincu le général Radahn et libéré les étoiles. La putréfaction écarlate dont souffrait le général l'avait plongé dans la folie, mais il y a encore peu de temps, il était considéré comme le plus puissant des demi-dieux. Votre exploit n'a d'égal que la capacité de dame Ranni à sonder le cœur des hommes. Votre exploit n'a d'égal que la capacité de dame Ranni à sonder le cœur des hommes. Grâce à vous, l'éclat de son destin est restauré et la voie jusqu'à Nokron est ouverte. Rendez-vous sous terre, là où l'étoile filante a frappé Nécrolimbe. Et emparez-vous du précieux trésor de Nokron. Et emparez-vous du précieux trésor de Nokron. Oh, Blaidd m'a demandé de vous transmettre un message. Il vous demande de ne pas l'attendre et de vous rendre directement à Nokron. Blaidd a été missionné pour une affaire urgente. Apparemment, ce serait de la plus haute importance. N'attendez pas Blaidd. Rendez-vous sous terre seul, là où l'étoile filante a frappé Nécrolimbe. Et emparez-vous du précieux trésor de Nokron. Et emparez-vous du précieux trésor de Nokron. Afin que dame Ranni puisse emprunter la sombre voie des Empyréens. À présent, le festival est terminé et le général Radahn n'est plus… Jerren a enfin accompli son devoir. Bien que nous servions des maîtres différents, j'ai pu constater à quel point il était dévoué à sa cause. Il est désormais temps de lui rappeler une vieille promesse qu'il m'avait faite. Maintenant que les étoiles du destin se meuvent à nouveau, une certaine sorcière a perdu son immortalité… Nous allons enfin pouvoir arracher une mauvaise herbe de Caria ma foi fort tenace… Jerren. Voilà un nom que je n'ai pas entendu depuis longtemps. Avant de porter la bannière du général Radahn, il était l'hôte de la famille royale de Caria. C'est un épéiste aguerri, certes, mais il est des plus excentriques. La vie est pleine de surprises. Nos chemins se sont séparés il y a bien longtemps, et voilà qu'il joue un rôle dans le destin de dame Ranni. Je ne m'en serais jamais douté. Et moi qui me pensais digne d'être conseiller de guerre… Je ne m'en serais jamais douté. Et moi qui me pensais digne d'être conseiller de guerre…

I presume you've spoken with Blaidd? Very well. There is something you should know. The Two Fingers gave Blaidd to Lady Ranni, as a faithful follower. Her very shadow, incapable of treachery. But if Lady Ranni, as an Empyrean, resists being an instrument of the Two Fingers, the shadow will go mad, transforming from a follower into a horrid curse. But such is his destiny. In such matters, Blaidd's own thoughts hold no weight. It pains me so, but he must be neutralised. For Lady Ranni's sake. Unthinkable, how could Blaidd... How did he break free from his cell? No, more importantly... Blaidd became a curse that plagued Lady Ranni, yet even in madness, gave himself to her. I've made a grave misjudgment. And I thought myself a capable war counsellor... I'll catch up with you soon enough, Blaidd. When I do, I only hope you'll accept my apology. Oh, so you were the one. Lady Ranni has explained everything. You've defeated General Radahn, unlocking the stars. A grand reward, justly procured by any measure. Again, I am Iji. The Carian royal family's dedicated blacksmith, and Lady Ranni's war counsellor. I welcome one of your calibre. A fellow champion in service of Lady Ranni. Thanks to you, Lady Ranni's fate once again stirs, and the path to Nokron has opened. Descend underground where the fallen star struck Limgrave. And make it yours. The precious treasure of Nokron. So that Lady Ranni may tread the dark path of the Empyrean. Oh, so you must be the one. Lady Ranni has explained everything. You've defeated General Radahn, unlocking the stars. A grand reward, justly procured by any measure. The pleasure is mine. I am Iji. The Carian royal family's dedicated blacksmith, and Lady Ranni's war counsellor. I welcome one of your calibre. A fellow champion in service of Lady Ranni. Oh, there you are. Good of you to drop by. Have you heard? Lady Ranni has departed on her journey. Along the dark path of the Empyrean, from Renna's Rise, as she calls it. It would not have been possible without you. As Lady Ranni's war counsellor, and moreover, her childhood warden, I express my deepest gratitude. You, and only you, were Lady Ranni's true champion. My purpose is nearing its end. I've served Lady Ranni for as long as I can remember... It has been a long and wondrous journey. Now Lady Ranni is in your hands. I pray that you serve her well, unto the very end. Well, what's this? Are you certain? This is a fine reserve. Perhaps you knew that Old Iji appreciates a good drink. I'll save it for a quiet moment, that I might truly savour it. Lady Ranni has departed on her journey. Along the dark path of the Empyrean, from Renna's Rise, as she calls it. Now Lady Ranni is in your hands. I pray that you serve her well, unto the very end. Ngh! Enough of that, Tarnished. There is no fight without a foe. If that's the cloth you're cut from, don't ever show your face again. Not to me. And not to my liege. ... Not to me. And not to my liege. ... How could I have missed this... I have failed you... Lady... Ranni... Agh. Cease this treachery at once. Lady Ranni will be devastated. This is a true shame. Don't ever show your face again. Not to me. And not to my liege. ... ... Lady Ranni has seen enough. Go as you must, Lady Ranni... Along the path of darkness... Jar-Bairn Hallo coz, what are you doing here? Hallo coz, what are you doing here? I didn't think anyone knew about this place, 'cept us jars. Oh! Are you going to be the new Potentate? Gosh, truly? That's wonderful news! It's not easy being Potentate, though. I know, show me your hands. It's just a little test, coz, to see if you've got the right stuff. It's just a little test, coz, to see if you've got the right stuff. Hmm. Your skin isn't so smooth, is it... You need slick, slidey hands to be Potentate, you know. I'm sorry coz, but I don't think you've got what it takes... I'm sorry coz, but I don't think you've got what it takes... What a shame... Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. I'm happy you came back. I have good tidings for you, coz. I have good tidings for you, coz. I have good tidings for you, coz. Have you noticed the rare flowers growing in this village? I asked the villagers if you could pick some of them. I asked the villagers if you could pick some of them. I asked the villagers if you could pick some of them. And they said you'd be very welcome! The flowers we have now are nice, but it's a bit boring having the same ones all the time. I think everyone would be glad of a change, actually... You know the huge vase, at the centre of our village? If you plant lovely flower seeds inside the big vase, coz... If you plant lovely flower seeds inside the big vase, coz... Those flowers will bloom all through the whole village! Oh, well, I'm sorry. Coz. You'll be our Potentate after all, then? Coz. You'll be our Potentate after all, then? Coz. You'll be our Potentate after all, then? Don't look so glum, coz. Don't look so glum, coz. Don't look so glum, coz. We can still chat, Potentate or not. Come back and visit me, when you can. Go on, coz, you really should pick some of our flowers. Go on, coz, you really should pick some of our flowers. Go on, coz, you really should pick some of our flowers. Who knows, they might be of some use. Oh, did you come to visit me again, coz? Oh, did you come to visit me again, coz? I'm happy you came back. Can you tell me about the outside? Oh first though, if you have some nice flower seeds, can you put them in the big vase in the middle of the village? I'm sure, when lots of them are in bloom, everyone will be so happy. Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. I'm happy you came back. Can you tell me about the outside? Oh, and you put seeds in the big vase, didn't you? Thanks, coz. Thanks, coz. I'm so excited to see what kind of flowers will blossom... Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. You put seeds in the big vase, didn't you? Such pretty flowers are blooming! Everyone's so happy. I've never seen anything like it! I'd love to see more flowers from the outside, someday. Loads more! Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. You put seeds in the big vase, didn't you? But...I don't really like those flowers. I'm sorry coz, I know you brought the seeds from all that way away... I'm sorry coz, I know you brought the seeds from all that way away... But I'm a jar, and you're not. I s'pose we just see things differently. But I'm a jar, and you're not. I s'pose we just see things differently. Ah, hallo again. Say, coz. Have you met Uncle Alexander? Say, coz. Have you met Uncle Alexander? He used to live here with us, but then he left, to be a champion. I asked to go with him, but he said "The path of champions must be trod alone". So heroic, right? I miss him though. If you see him, you should ask him to teach you how to fight, coz. If you see him, you should ask him to teach you how to fight, coz. He's big and tough and strong! Uncle Alexander said he won't be back again. "My home is of the past. And the past, as they say, is a different country." I suppose that's part of being a warrior, isn't it. So...please don't tell anyone, coz, but... So...please don't tell anyone, coz, but... I'm actually a warrior jar as well! One day, I'll be just like Uncle Alexander. And I'll have to leave the village to become a champion. Uncle Alexander won't come back here again. "My home is of the past. And the past, as they say, is a different country." I suppose that's part of being a warrior, isn't it. Ah, hallo again. Do you know what a poacher is, coz? Do you know what a poacher is, coz? They hunt us, smash us, and then take us away. This village is kept secret, so I think we're safe here. But you should be careful if you ever meet one of them, coz. But you should be careful if you ever meet one of them, coz. I hope uncle Alexander beats them all up, first... Those awful poachers. I hope uncle Alexander beats them all up. Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. Have you heard? A new Potentate's come to the village! I think he said his name was Diallos. He seems a little down in the dumps, but his hands! As smooth as silk! I don't know, I'm a little disappointed actually. Even though good sir Diallos has a wonderful suit of armour... He says he isn't a warrior. And since he's a coward, he won't be fighting anymore. His smooth and silky hands feel nice when he pats us. But I wish we had a potentate big and strong like you. But I wish we had a potentate big and strong like you. Diallos' smooth and silky hands feel nice when he pats us... But I wish we had a potentate big and strong like you. But I wish we had a potentate big and strong like you. But I wish we had a potentate big and strong like you. O-oh! Coz! O-oh! Coz! I'm glad you came. But we're fine now. Diallos fought the poacher. Though quite a lot of us got broken... ... I won't cry though... I'm a warrior jar. A warrior. "The tale of House Hoslow is told in blood." That's the kind of warrior I want to be one day, coz. That's the kind of warrior I want to be one day, coz. Even if I'm scared, I'll still fight to protect everyone. "The tale of House Hoslow is told in blood." That's the kind of warrior I'm going to be. One who protects everybody. Thanks for coming back, coz. Thanks for coming back, coz. I've been thinking. It's time for me to set out on a journey. As a warrior jar, upon the path of champions. Wow, coz, are these... Wow, coz, are these... Insides? From Uncle Alexander? ... Thank you, coz. Thank you, coz. I'm a warrior jar, so I need to be strong. I can really have them, right? I understand. I'll get strong. Strong enough I deserve to have Uncle's insides. I'm about to go on a journey. As a warrior jar, in search of glory. Jar-Bairn Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. Oh, hallo again, coz. No, I haven't changed my mind. I'll begin my journey once I'm ready to go. As a warrior jar, in search of glory. I'll begin my journey once I'm ready to go. As a warrior jar, in search of glory. I don't think I'll see you again, when I set out. Warriors are supposed to work alone. Goodbye, coz. Goodbye, coz. And thanks for everything. I'll never forget you, coz. I'll never forget you, coz. I'll never forget you, coz. I'll never forget you, coz. I'll never forget you, coz. ... Coz... Coz... Coz... Tell me a story... About the big, wide world... ... Uncle Alexander, look! It's me! I'm a warrior jar too! ... Stop, no... Please, no, don't break us... ... They're wonderful, Diallos. So smooth, and silky... ... The tale of House Hoslow... ...is told in blood... ... Oh? What's the matter, coz? What's the matter, coz? What's the matter, coz? Don't be such a nasty brute. Is this who you are, coz? Is this who you are, coz? Is this who you are, coz? You've cracked my heart. Please, don't crack the others... ... You were a poacher, all along. You were a poacher, all along. You were a poacher, all along. You've cracked my heart. Please, don't crack the others... ... So, you were a poacher, too. So, you were a poacher, too. So, you were a poacher, too. But the tale of house Hoslow is told in blood. I'll find you, one day, coz... I'll find you, one day, coz... I'll find you, one day, coz... ... Sister... Where did you go? You promised me. When we turned 14, we'd go to see the stars... I've been waiting ever so long. Forever and ever, it seems. Ahh, dear sister, you're finally here. No time to waste. Let's see the stars. Foul Tarnished, what do you want? I told the all-hearing brute. That I possess no such medallion. Or have you come to take more from me? Was my other half not enough? I told the bastard in the bone armour. I told the all-hearing brute already. That I possess no such medallion. Or have you come to take more from me? Was my other half not enough? I told the bastard in bone armour already. Oh...do you speak true? So old Albus entrusted his medallion to you. ... Then I've no choice. But to trust that this was his dying will. Let's try again. I'm Latenna. An Albinauric, the same as Old Albus. My apologies for my coarse words earlier. I presumed the worst, seeing that you were another Tarnished, like that all-hearing brute. I hope that you will forgive me. I presumed the worst, seeing that you were another Tarnished, like the bastard before. Mm, the medallion is better off in your hands, anyway. Would you consider doing me a great service? I must go back. There is something that I must do, even if I must say farewell to my wolf, Lobo. Will you show me the way? To the land of Miquella's Haligtree. If you accept, I would gladly apprise you. Of the whereabouts of the medallion's other half. Thank you kindly. They say the other half of the medallion is beyond the forbidden lands north of the Erdtree. In Castle Sol, on the Mountaintops of the Giants, accessible by the Grand Lift of Rold. Then I suppose it's time. Farewell, Lobo. My faithful wolf, my better half. I will go with the Tarnished. So that our journey will not have been in vain. Forgive me, Lobo. ... Call upon me when needed. And I will fight at your side. Well... I understand. You must have your own duty to fulfil. But please, allow me to say my piece. Even if you cannot take me, old Albus wished I relay to you the following: The other half of the medallion can be found beyond the forbidden lands north of the Erdtree. In Castle Sol, on the Mountaintops of the Giants, accessible by the Grand Lift of Rold. If you seek the other half of the medallion, they say it's beyond the forbidden lands north of the Erdtree. In Castle Sol, on the Mountaintops of the Giants, accessible by the Grand Lift of Rold. My thanks... You'll lead me then, to the land of Miquella's Haligtree. Farewell, Lobo. My faithful wolf, my better half. I will go with the Tarnished. So that our journey will not have been in vain. Forgive me, Lobo. ... Do you hear me? It is I, Latenna. We're almost there. Castle Sol lies just off to the north, where the other medallion is housed. It will grant passage to the land of the Haligtree. Castle Sol lies just off to the north, where the other medallion is housed. It will grant passage to the land of the Haligtree. Oh young yet towering sister of ours. Let the birthing droplet in. And create life. For us. For all the Albinaurics. Thank you. I've finally fulfilled my purpose. Our young yet towering sister will give us hope. Now that nothing is left unfinished, I will join you in battle to the bitter end. And when the fighting is done, then you may lay me to rest. Beside Lobo, my dear wolf. ...

Des restes de cendres dans lesquels demeure encore une âme. Utilisez cet objet pour invoquer l'esprit de Latenna l'Albinaurique. L'une des rares personnes à avoir délibérément choisi de devenir un esprit. Latenna était réputée pour son habileté au tir à l'arc magique. Toutefois, privée de son compagnon adoré, un loup répondant au nom de Lobo, elle est incapable de s'éloigner de l'endroit où elle a été invoquée.

Have you ever felt the curse, with your whole being? The pox upon life itself, feared and despised by all. The reviled blessing. ... Apparently not. You are but a lamb. A stranger to defilement. Ignorant of your own ignorance. You no longer interest me. I've been long without peace. Don't spoil my quietude. I asked you not to disturb me. Be thankful of the Hold's serenity. It is all that keeps your death and defilement at bay. No, wait. ... You have felt the curse. I can smell it on you. The pox, yet tender. Apparently my seedbed is ripe and waiting. Twas a brief respite, I must say. Go, and unshackle my corporeal flesh. Trapped in the sewer gaol, below the capital. I can kill you, and defile your corpse. Then the pox will truly be your own. Go, and unshackle my corporeal flesh. Trapped in the sewer gaol, below the capital. I can kill you, and defile your corpse. Then the pox will truly be your own. ... Let me out! Let me out of here! Must eat more! Defile more! Everything that matters to you! For generations to come! I am the Dung Eater! A scourge upon the living! Who are you? I've been here long enough. I will kill again. And defile each corpse with care. Just to be sure. That when they're reborn… They'll be cursed. Along with their children, and their children's children, for all time to come… I will kill again. And defile each corpse with care. Just to be sure. That when they're reborn… They'll be cursed. Along with their children, and their children's children, for all time to come… I am the Dung Eater. A scourge upon the living. I must eat more. Defile more... Let me out. Let me out of here. I will kill you, and defile your corpse. Then the pox will truly be your own. I'll give you a good blessing. You'll be nourishment for the pox. There you are. You warded off my blessing. Despite the curse stirring within you. No one has succeeded in that before. How? I thought. Then it hit me. That you are, in fact, me. And I...am the Dung Eater. It is my flesh that must receive the blessing. Give me your blessing. Defile my flesh with the seedbed curse. Again and again. Until it is done. Until a cursed ring coalesces, that may one day defile Order itself. Countless, I have killed. And countless, I have defiled. And soon the fruits will be borne. Hundreds will be reborn cursed, and they'll bear thousands of cursed children, who'll bear tens of thousands more. A few of those will be born just like me, and they'll kill, and defile, and bless in my stead! The rotten fools. My fate was the grandest, most brilliant of them all! My corporeal flesh lies in the sewer gaol beneath the Capital. Give it your blessing. Defile my flesh with the seedbed curse. Until a cursed ring coalesces, that may one day defile Order itself. Uur...urgh... A curse... A curse upon them all. They'll be born cursed, all of them. Along with their children, and their children's children, heh, for all time to come… Uur...urgh... Curse you, Golden Order. One day, you'll get what's coming. Ah...argh... No... I am... the Dung Eater... I am... ... ... ... Bless you! Oh, this is a rare occasion. I can't remember the last time a new Tarnished made their way to the Roundtable. Very well. As your senior, I bid you welcome. It is safe here. You may let down your guard. Allow me a word of advice, as your senior. You are a mere visitor to the Roundtable, nothing more. A house guest, yet to earn their keep. Remember your place, newcomer. There's nothing left to say. Be at your leisure. What do you need? I have little time to spare. Oh, are you aggrieved? At the notion you are but a visitant here? Then you would do well to remember the first words of grace given to you. Stand before the Elden Ring, and become the Elden Lord. If those words held any meaning to you... Follow the guidance of grace, lay low the shardbearers, and claim for yourself a Great Rune. Do so, and the doors to the Roundtable's inner chamber will open. And you will receive the wisdom of the Two Fingers. Once the wisdom of the Two Fingers becomes your own, I'll impart to you a proper welcome. As a true member of the Roundtable. I have high hopes for you. I'm sick and tired of them. These namby-pamby Tarnished think us no more than a shelter from the rain... We've spoken long enough. I have matters to attend to. If you haven't anything to say, I would prefer you didn't pester me for attention. Try not to make a spectacle of yourself either. Or are you as irredeemably foolish as you appear? You've received the wisdom of the Two Fingers, have you not? Then just as promised, I bid you welcome, as a true member of the Roundtable. I am known as Gideon Ofnir. As a Tarnished who wishes to stand before the Elden Ring and become Elden Lord, I am accumulating knowledge. To be all-knowing. You now belong to a select group of fellows. As such, I ask that you remain constant. You'll be after more Great Runes, now eh? Then as your fellow, allow me to divulge a little knowledge. The inheritors of the Great Runes; the shardbearers. We of the Roundtable know the location of five of them, including the one you defeated. Godrick the Grafted, Lord of Stormveil. General Radahn, who fought Malenia and her rot to a standstill in the Caelid Wilds. Praetor Rykard, Lord of the Volcano Manor of Mt. Gelmir. Morgott the Grace-Given, Veiled Monarch and Lord of Leyndell. And Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon, ruler of Raya Lucaria's Academy. ...You'll still be after more Great Runes, won't you? So. Godrick the Grafted, Lord of Stormveil. Despite being the blood of Godfrey, first Elden Lord, he's a grotesque old fool, grasping for power. His castle lies upon the cliff to Limgrave's northwest. ...but I suspect you know that well enough already. General Radahn, the famed Red Lion and scourge of the stars, is a ferocious warrior. He fought Malenia and her rot to a standstill in the Caelid Wilds to Limgrave's east. And now Caelid has been engulfed by the scarlet rot, even approaching the region is no mean feat. I've heard survivors of Radahn's army are still in the wilds, staving off the rot with fire. And if it's true, I suspect Radahn is still there as well, in Caelid. Though I doubt he much resembles his former self anymore... Praetor Rykard is the Lord of the Volcano Manor on Mt. Gelmir. He is a ruthless justiciar who commands a company of inquisitors, reviled for his serpentine demeanour. The volcano, Mt. Gelmir, lies in the west of the Altus Plateau; the realm of the Erdtree. It was the stage of the most appalling battle in the entirety of the Shattering. Rykard has committed the grave sin of blasphemy. Marking himself as an enemy, never to be forgiven. Morgott the Grace-Given is Lord of Leyndell, the capital city. It lies at the foot of the Erdtree, in the east of the Altus Plateau. But the Two Fingers forbid us from venturing there. Until we've acquired enough Great Runes to repair the Elden Ring. Set your sights elsewhere for the time being. The Veiled Monarch can wait. The Academy of Raya Lucaria lies to Limgrave's north, towering over the mist-laden lands of Liurnia. Rennala is the queen of the Carian royals, who govern the academy. But Rennala herself is no demigod. She is merely the recipient of an amber egg, given to her by Radagon, Her beloved, Radagon, left her to become Queen Marika's second husband, taking the title of King Consort. The Great Rune dwells within the amber egg that was Radagon's gift to her. There are four more demigods yet to be located. Miquella of the Haligtree, the Unalloyed. His twin, Malenia, the undefeated swordswoman. Lunar Princess Ranni, daughter to Rennala. And the one only known as the Lord of Blood. Ranni is said to have cast aside her Great Rune, so here at the Hold, we seek the whereabouts of the remaining three shardbearers. If you should learn anything of these matters, I'll trade your findings for a hidden treasure, or a long-lost rite, known only to me. We both desire to stand before the Elden Ring, and become Elden Lord. As such, I hope we are compelled to work together. I'll trade your findings for something rather special. Ah, you. What is it? Well...what is it now? Well. I see you've found another Great Rune. Wonderful. You are a worthy fellow Tarnished, indeed. Make the journey. To the capital Leyndell, that lies to the east of the Altus Plateau, at the foot of the Erdtree. The Two Fingers will deny your passage no longer. You may be our best hope. Find your way to the Elden Ring. For we are Tarnished. And we must answer the call of grace. Journey to the capital Leyndell, to the east of the Altus Plateau, at the foot of the Erdtree. The Two Fingers will deny your passage no longer. You may be our best hope. Find your way to the Elden Ring. General Radahn, the famed Red Lion and scourge of the stars, is a ferocious warrior. He fought Malenia and her rot to a standstill in the Caelid Wilds to Limgrave's east. And by my reckoning Radahn remains there, even now. Though I doubt he much resembles his former self anymore... Morgott the Grace-Given is Lord of Leyndell, the capital city. It lies at the foot of the Erdtree, in the east of the Altus Plateau. But the Two Fingers forbid us from venturing there. Until we've acquired enough Great Runes to repair the Elden Ring. The Academy of Raya Lucaria lies to Limgrave's north, towering over the mist-laden lands of Liurnia. Rennala is the queen of the Carian royals, who govern the academy. And her Great Rune dwells within the egg she so dearly clutches. You've received the wisdom of the Two Fingers, have you not? Then I bid you welcome, as a true member of the Roundtable. I am known as Gideon Ofnir. As a Tarnished who wishes to stand before the Elden Ring and become Elden Lord, I am accumulating knowledge. To be all-knowing. You now belong to a select group of fellows. As such, I ask that you remain constant. I understand you've been speaking to Nepheli. She is my daughter. I took her in when she lost the guidance of grace. Though a mere axe-wielding barbarian, her youthful credulity suited my purposes. So I put her to work. Do not hesitate to employ her, should her services benefit you. Despite her looks, she is more than capable in the press of battle. Ahh, you've already heard? Indeed, it seemed the whelp harboured suspicions. So I had no further use for her. Honestly, what's a man to do. A determined plebian is more wicked than an Omen horn, quite frankly. I suspect...that's just what the Queen wants. A dose of ambition, to incite the Tarnished. Is that potion what I think it is? Bloody Seluvis. I suppose he's up to something again. Oh, I won't interfere. You go ahead and do what you must. The Roundtable has no code to speak of. But, I ask you this. Are you really going to do the bidding of that twisted dolly botherer? Or would you rather hand that potion to me, and see if we can't get one over on the bastard? Good. I'll dispose of the potion myself. You go and see Seluvis, but don't give anything away. Just tell him that you tricked your mark into drinking the potion as planned. Despite knowing next to bloody nothing, he's so far up his own arse he won't suspect a thing. His inevitable display of arrogance will certainly be a sight to behold. Well, I won't force you. But I think your plan would be a dreadful waste. She's not herself right now, and though I have no need of her, she still has potential. Certainly more value than she'd have as a bloody puppet. I hear you helped get the girl back on her feet. Though I'm not her foster father anymore, I'd still like to thank you. Sorry. For the time you had to waste. Well, I won't force you. If you want to do that dolly botherer's bidding, that's up to you. Not that I could fathom why you'd want to... Oh, my apologies for that nasty business. Ensha got rather ahead of himself, it seems. As his master, I'd like to express my regret. But now, Ensha is slain and gone. Finished, forever more. Ah, yes, by way of apology, allow me to tender some advice, in regard to the half of the secret medallion you possess. Find the Albinauric woman. She hides in a cave to the west of the Laskyar Ruins which jut from the mist-shrouded lake of Liurnia, She knows the location of the medallion's counterpart, I am sure. together with her great wolf. Find the Albinauric woman. She hides in a cave to the west of the Laskyar Ruins which jut from the mist-shrouded lake of Liurnia, She knows the location of the medallion's counterpart, I am sure. together with her great wolf. Ah, yes, by way of apology, allow me to tender some advice, in regard to the half of the secret medallion you possess. Find the village of the Albinaurics. It lies to the southwest of Liurnia, below the Altar clifflands. And some of the old village folk have hidden the secret medallion's other half somewhere. Find the village of the Albinaurics. It lies to the southwest of Liurnia, below the Altar clifflands. Some of the old village folk have hidden the secret medallion's other half somewhere. Ahh, I know already. You're after it too, aren't you. To pass the impenetrable thorns, you seek the forge of the flame of ruin, in the snowy mountaintops of the giants. Then you need to reach the Grand Lift of Rold, beyond the forbidden region. Hah, no need to pay me for that gift. All my knowledge is for the sake of guidance. That a Tarnished might stand before the Elden Ring, and become Elden Lord. It doesn't have to be me, my fellow. If you're heading to the forge of the flame of ruin, in the snowy mountaintops of the giants. You'll need to find the Grand Lift of Rold, beyond the forbidden region. I marked your map with its location. Go, if you would. Take no heed of "cardinal sin". The Two Fingers lost their purpose a long, long time ago. Ahh, I see you've laid your hands on the other secret medallion. I'm glad to see my counsel has borne fruit, but the honour of the deed is yours alone. You've made more of yourself than Ensha has... Now, more importantly, both secret medallions are in your hands. I suppose you'd like to know then? What awaits you on the path ahead? Me too, my friend, me too. I wait with baited breath. Ahh, so the secret medallions led you to the land of the Haligtree? I'd expect to find Malenia there. She who fought Radahn to a standstill. Well, if the scarlet rot hasn't eaten her away completely. But...with the Haligtree as it is... I suppose Miquella must already be... Ah, my apologies. Lost myself, for a moment there. The information you've shared is of great value. As promised, your reward: A hidden treasure, known only to me. A secret rite known only to me. You are a true fellow. All I ask is that you remain constant. And it is a wondrous thing indeed. So. The Haligtree, now but a husk... I heard speculation Miquella embedded himself in the Haligtree, but before he could finish, someone cut the tree open and absconded with his infant form. Indeed, it seems those words held weight. How vexing. That the All-knowing didn't have the full story... Perhaps the Queen's sorrow was justified... Oh, so that's where the so-called Lord of Blood was hiding himself eh. A fitting little squat for that deluded maniac to bleat about the revival of his precious dynasty, while he turns our fellow Tarnished into Bloody Fingers. Let him stay there. That way, his delusions will remain as they are - distant and unattainable. But perhaps it's worth looking into... If what I've heard is right, then maybe... Ahh, I see! So Miquella was with the Lord of Blood after all! That is some fine intelligence indeed! With it, the final clue has been brought into the light. One of the last few pieces the Roundtable-- I need, to put everything together. As promised, allow me to impart to you the last of the hidden treasures known only to me. the last of the secret rites known only to me. a thing most wondrous, known only to me. Well, I wonder what comes next... If he continues his slumber within the cocoon, all would be well. But perhaps it would be safer to destroy it. Miquella is the one thing that remains a mystery to me... You...burned the Erdtree, didn't you? Then the Roundtable is soon to follow. Ah, no need to fret about that. The Roundtable Hold served to put a Tarnished upon the throne of Elden Lord. And if the Erdtree needed to burn for that to happen, then the Roundtable must go, as well. I'll stay at the Roundtable, for a time. I must learn all that can be taken from this place, and sear it into my memory. How could I call myself the All-Knowing, if I did any less? The pursuit of knowledge is without end, for knowledge is never a thing complete. Thus, I maintain the mantle of All-Knowing. Perhaps the same could be said of guidance. Who's to say whether we'll remain who we are, once the fight is finished? What do you think, as one who aspires to become Elden Lord? Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing Ahh, I knew you'd come. To stand before the Elden Ring. To become Elden Lord. What a sad state of affairs. I commend your spirit, but alas, none shall take the throne. Queen Marika has high hopes for us. That we continue to struggle. Unto eternity. You think I don't know what that is? I have no secrets for you to salaciously gawp at. You think too little of Gideon Ofnir, the All-knowing. My fellow, you've fought well, until now. I know...in my bones... A Tarnished cannot become a Lord. Not even you. A man cannot kill a god... Knowledge above all! Ah, nice to meet you. The pleasure's mine. Rogier's the name. A sorcerer, as you might have guessed. I'm looking for a little something, here in the castle. When I'm not hotfooting it from the troops, that is. But enough about me, what are you doing here in Stormveil Castle? This place is bristling with Tarnished hunters, you know. They sacrifice our kind, for grafting. Not exactly a place I'd stroll into without a purpose in mind... I see. Here to challenge Godrick, and lay your hands upon a Great Rune, are you? You can see it then, I take it? The guidance of grace. Well, enjoy it while you can. I'm Tarnished, like you. But unlike you, I've seen neither hide nor hair of this guidance for the longest time. Still, I won't forget how it felt when I first came here, to the Lands Between. I'm privy to a few magical battle arts. Would you care to learn one? As a fellow Tarnished, once guided by grace. I'd love to help you out, if it please. Oh? Keen to learn another battle art, are we? Oh hello there, good to see you safe. Stopping by to learn a battle art or two? The battle art you've learned is of the glintstone family. They were conceived at the great Academy of Raya Lucaria, to the north of this castle. In the past, they obeyed laws which contravened the Golden Order, or so I'm told. Fascinating, isn't it? That the Golden Order was pliable enough to absorb practices that contradicted itself in the past. With the Order broken, twisted, and in need of repair, such adaptability is more important now than ever. Of course. I understand. Why place trust in a perfect stranger? Be safe, then, stranger. Watch you don't get sacrificed, eh. I'll do the same. Oh? Something bothering you? Or are you just trying to pass the time? I'm curious how you ended up inside this castle. Ah, we meet again after all. I apologise for any offence given by my bearing, but I'm quite unable to move, you see. So. What do you need? Ah, you defeated Godrick and claimed yourself a Great Rune. Mm, looks like we both got we wanted out of Stormveil, didn't we. Well done, friend. Something to mark the occasion. Go on, take it. As you might've guessed, I still can't move. My fighting days are behind me. No need to be polite, I've no use for it anymore. The misshapen corpse under Stormveil? That is a sacred relic. Of the black knives plot. As that famed night of assassination is known. It happened during the Golden Age of the Erdtree, long before the shattering of the Elden Ring. Someone stole a fragment of the Rune of Death from Maliketh, the Black Blade. And on a bitter night, murdered Godwyn the Golden. That was the first recorded Death of a demigod in all history. And it became the catalyst. Soon, the Elden Ring was smashed, and thus sprang forth the war known as the Shattering. I once wished to become a scholar, you see. I've spent many an hour scouring the archives for knowledge of that fateful plot. The world has grown crooked, and if you intend to put it to rights, You'd better understand what happened to make it this way, mm? This...is a black knifeprint! I can scarcely believe you managed to get your hands on this! You recall our conversation about the Night of the Black Knives, yes? They say the assassins who carried out the deed were scions of the Eternal City. A group entirely of women, arrayed in armour of silver under cloaks which fooled the eye. The knives they wielded though, were imparted with the power of the Rune of Death through sinister rite. Please, I beg of you, lend me the knifeprint for a time. I'd love nothing more than to tease out its secrets. Though only a fragment, a very specific ritual had to be performed to impart the power of the Rune of Death. Traces of the one who performed the rite are sure to remain in the imprint... Half my body has been suffused with Death. I'm certain it will help me see. Oh, still need something? Always good to see you safe. So. What do you need? Ah, so you've met D. D is an old friend. We found ourselves journeying together for a time, bound by our exploration of Death. But our paths have since diverged. Never again to cross. Though that's hardly an uncommon fate for two friends. Pleased to meet you. The name's Rogier. A sorcerer, by trade. But now I'm in this sorry state. I had a little mishap, and now I can't move. As you might guess, it's far from ideal... Ah, I know. I'm privy to a few magical battle arts. Would you care to learn one? Time can move rather slowly, stuck here, you know. A little conversation goes a long way. Ahh, hello. I was hoping to see you. My examination is complete. Here's the knifeprint back, with my thanks. Now, I have a fairly good idea who performed the rite upon the blade. The person who orchestrated the Night of the Black Knives. Lunar Princess Ranni. One of the children born to King Consort Radagon and his first wife, Renalla. Demigod and sister to General Radahn and Praetor Rykard. Her's was the name I discovered in the imprint. Truly, you have my thanks. But, if I might be so bold, I would also like to ask something more of you. If Ranni truly is the one who plotted that fateful night, then she should bear the cursemark of Destined Death somewhere upon her flesh. I would like you to procure it for me. And then all will be laid bare. I will have the answers I have sought for so long. Don't fret, it is entirely in accordance with the guidance of grace. If you seek to stand before the Elden Ring and become Elden Lord, The answers you find will surely bolster your chances. I have some idea of Ranni's potential whereabouts. There's a manor to the north of the Academy of Raya Lucaria. It is the familial home of the Carian royals from whom Ranni descends. There's been talk of the old royals' vassals gathering there in recent years Ranni's whereabouts since the Shattering are a well-kept secret. She hasn't been seen even once. But I suspect she might have returned to the manor in which she was born... If Lunar Princess Ranni truly is the one who plotted that fateful night, then she should bear the cursemark of Destined Death somewhere upon her flesh. Would you be willing to procure it for me? She may have returned to the manor that is her home. The Royal Carian residence to the north of the Academy of Raya Lucaria.

Rends-moi service, l'ami… Je veux pas être maudit. Achève-moi… Je veux pas être maudit. Achève-moi… Je veux pas vivre comme ça… pas dans cet état… Aussi, je vous en conjure… détournez-vous de la Flamme exaltée. Ça va pas, non ? Faut pas me chercher, moi. C'est cette garce qui t'envoie ? Ordure ! Je vais te refaire le portrait ! J'avoue, tu as du cran. Ordure ! Je vais te refaire le portrait ! Ça y est, tu as ton compte ? Ça t'apprendra à m'asticoter. Rah, c'est pas vrai. Pourquoi c'est jamais moi qui… ? Pitié, que quelqu'un le tue… Cet abominable serpent… Le préteur Rykard. Le préteur Rykard. Oh, vous êtes Sans-éclat. Vous venez passer les demi-dieux au fil de l'épée. remettez-lui donc. Dans ce cas, je vous en conjure : tuez le grand serpent. Celui qui a dévoré le préteur Rykard. J'ai laissé la lance pourfendeuse de serpent dans la chambre du seigneur. Noble Sans-éclat, empoignez la lance et transpercez-le de part en part. Le grand serpent… cette indicible monstruosité. Les ambitions du préteur Rykard, bien que blasphématoires, le désignaient comme digne souverain. Or, lorsqu'il s'offrit au serpent, il s'abîma dans une dépravation vorace. Je ne saurais définir la nature de cette chose, mais ce n'est plus Rykard. Quelqu'un doit le tuer. Afin de le préserver lui et ses ambitions d'un déshonneur plus grand encore. Noble Sans-éclat, empoignez la lance et transpercez-le de part en part. J'ai laissé la lance pourfendeuse de serpent dans la chambre du seigneur. C'est l'unique arme capable d'occire cette horreur. Transpercez-le. Le grand serpent… cette indicible monstruosité. Le grand serpent… cette indicible monstruosité. Vous êtes Sans-éclat, n'est-ce pas ? Dans ce cas, peut-être auriez-vous quelques runes à dépenser ? Croyez-le ou non, mais j'étudiais la sorcellerie des pierres d'éclat à l'Académie de Raya Lucaria. Pour une modeste donation, je partagerais volontiers mon savoir avec vous. Oh, merci infiniment. Vous êtes vraiment un saint. Je m'appelle Thops. Comme promis, je peux vous enseigner des sorts. Si cela vous intéresse. Sauf que… aucun d'entre eux n'est proprement impressionnant. Vous désirez une nouvelle leçon ? Non, vraiment ? Mais c'est génial ! Formidable. Mes petits sorts anémiques sont tout à vous. Vous désirez une nouvelle leçon ? Mais bien sûr. Ma foi, c'est vous qui voyez. Mais au cas où vous changeriez d'avis, faites-le-moi savoir. Oh, vous voilà. C'est fort aimable de votre part de passer me voir. D'humeur à concéder quelques runes ? Croyez-le ou non, mais j'étudiais la sorcellerie des pierres d'éclat à l'Académie de Raya Lucaria. Pour une modeste donation, je partagerais volontiers mon savoir avec vous. Je regrette, mon ami. Je crains que mes piètres sorcelleries ne soient pas à la hauteur de votre générosité. Tenez, j'ai une idée. Je peux vous raconter tout ce que je sais sur cet endroit. Voilà qui pourrait vous servir. Je peux vous raconter tout ce que je sais sur cet endroit. Voilà qui pourrait vous servir. Vous voyez ces bâtiments au nord, qui se dressent au-dessus de l'eau ? Il s'agit de l'Académie de Raya Lucaria. On y étudie la sorcellerie des pierres d'éclat. Il s'agit de l'Académie de Raya Lucaria. On y étudie la sorcellerie des pierres d'éclat. Or, cela fait un bon moment que ses portes sont closes. Après avoir déclaré qu'elle n'interférerait pas lors de l'Éclatement, l'Académie a placé des sceaux de répulsion sur les portes est et sud, qui mènent respectivement à la capitale et ici même. Comme vous l'aurez peut-être deviné, les sceaux sont toujours actifs, interdisant tout accès à l'Académie pour qui ne dispose pas d'une clé de pierre d'éclat. Ainsi, me voilà coincé ici. En tant que sorcier néophyte, mes chances d'acquérir une clé sont bien maigres. Ainsi, me voilà coincé ici. En tant que sorcier néophyte, mes chances d'acquérir une clé sont bien maigres. Quand ils ont placé les sceaux, je venais de sortir. Par conséquent, le lieu de mes études m'est inaccessible. Pourquoi ne pas vous procurer une clé de pierre d'éclat ? Sans cela, vous ne pourrez pas traverser l'Académie et vous n'atteindrez jamais la capitale de l'Arbre-Monde. Et si d'aventure vous trouviez une clé supplémentaire, peut-être que… Quand vous aurez terminé tout ce que vous avez à faire, et qu'importe le temps que cela vous prendra… Vous consentiriez à m'en faire don ? Je le sais. Je le sens au plus profond de moi. Je sais bien que je suis un mornepierre et que je n'ai pas le moindre talent pour la sorcellerie. Je sais bien que je suis un mornepierre et que je n'ai pas le moindre talent pour la sorcellerie. Mais malgré tout, ma place est à l'Académie… Ah, et encore une chose… Prenez garde aux Albinauriques… Ah, et encore une chose… Prenez garde aux Albinauriques… Des êtres maudits nés d'un rituel interdit dans la Ville éternelle qui fit flétrir les jambes des aînés et réduisit les benêts au silence. Aujourd'hui, ils en veulent mortellement à tous ceux qui furent épargnés. Merci à vous, âme généreuse. Merci d'avoir appris mes piteuses sorcelleries. Je n'aurais jamais cru qu'un mornepierre en mon genre aurait la chance de jouer les précepteurs. Vous me l'offrez à moi ? Vraiment ? Vous acceptez de me céder votre clé de pierre d'éclat ? Miséricorde… Merci, du plus profond de mon cœur. Je vais pouvoir retourner à l'Académie. Et reprendre mes études… sur les sorcelleries des pierres d'éclat et la nature même du firmament. Vous prenez des cours auprès de Sellen ? Ah ça, ce n'est pas rien. Sellen était une sommité. La sorcière la plus prometteuse à avoir fréquenté l'Académie. Sellen était une sommité. La sorcière la plus prometteuse à avoir fréquenté l'Académie. Je l'admirais à l'école, mais c'était comme si un océan nous séparait. Or, Sellen a été expulsée de l'Académie. Accusée d'avoir traité certains sorciers de façon abominable, elle est devenue la "Sorcière sculptée". Je ne crois pas un mot de ces accusations. L'illustre Sellen ne ferait jamais une chose pareille. Pourquoi ne pas vous procurer une clé de pierre d'éclat ? Sans cela, vous ne pourrez pas traverser l'Académie et vous n'atteindrez jamais la capitale de l'Arbre-Monde.

Ces cendres de guerre confèrent à une arme l'affinité Acéré et la compétence suivante : Rapace des brumes : vous vous baissez, ce qui dissimule momentanément votre présence. Si une attaque vous touche, des ailes d'oiseau vous permettront de vous échapper en vous projetant dans les airs. Utilisable sur toutes les armes de corps à corps.