Ohh...Phillia Take...the birthing...droplet... Brave Tarnished, welcome to the Volcano Manor. I am Tanith, the proprietress of this house. Rya spoke well of you. "A warrior of promise," I believe she said. Perhaps you are prepared to make a commitment. Will you join us here at the Volcano Manor, and resist the tide? Why accept the burden of their grace, or be fooled by the dogmatic ramblings of the Fingers? Rise with us, against the Erdtree. Your decision is most welcome. Now you belong to the Volcano Manor family. The drawing room lies down the hall. Make yourself comfortable. Aren't you precocious. We rarely receive visitors to the Volcano Manor without invitation. Fascinating. And not unlike another guest we had long ago… So, Tarnished, have you ever harboured doubts? About the burden of grace, and the dogmatic ramblings of the Fingers? If you have, why not join the Volcano Manor, and fight with us? Did you read the letter left for you? That is the task the Volcano Manor desires you enact. You will be compensated once the deed is done. Good luck. I am pleased. Now you are a recusant true, and a full-fledged member of the Volcano Manor. This is your reward, as promised. Never forget. Now, perhaps the time has come to tell you. Of the true ruler of this manor, Lord Rykard. The Erdtree blessed the Tarnished with grace. But it was all too meagre, in the face of the enormity of their task. If the Erdtree, and indeed the very gods, would debase us so, then we are willing to raise the banner of resistance, even if it means heresy. We at the Volcano Manor, under Lord Rykard, have sworn no rest until it is done. If you follow this heroic path, one day the Lord will see you. The Lord's visits with our champions are always a spectacle. It cannot come a day too soon! The letter describes the task the Volcano Manor desires you enact. In order to defy this debasement, and rise up against the Erdtree. Like a true recusant of the Volcano Manor. Won't you consider having an audience with our Lord? Our Lord will no doubt welcome you. Until then, I must stay the path, and do my part. I will leave the Volcano Manor before long. I suggest you do the same. Here is my thanks. Our Lord's carcass is vast, and not easily consumed. Dear Rykard, please find purchase within me, I wish to be your serpent; your family. One day, let us devour the gods together. Now, time for you to leave, I should think. Have you reconsidered the prospect? Of rising with us, against the Erdtree? Tanith, Volcano Manor Proprietress Very well. Use the key I handed you, and make yourself comfortable. I am pleased to have you on our side. Did you see her? Ahh, my lord... Rykard... Oh, Rykard… Let me be your serpent… Oh, yes... Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm?

And my warning was spot-on, you tell me different! Stay clear of Volcano Manor, end of discussion. I heard the brutes there hunt Tarnished like animals. Mm...heh heh... You didn't listen last time, but I'm warning you again. Heh heh...heh heh... Oh, and of course, we can do business, if you like. Patches' Emporium at the Volcano Manor. Specially for you. Ahh, hello, what impeccable timing. Are you surprised? That I belong to the Volcano Manor. I always hated the gibberish about lost grace and the laughable Two Fingers. I thought I could lend a hand in unmasking the charade. All yours. Now you've gone and killed Rykard? You scheming little bastard. You scheming little doxie.

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. Though I doubt he much resembles his former self anymore... Praetor Rykard is the Lord of the Volcano Manor on Mt. He is a ruthless justiciar who commands a company of inquisitors, reviled for his serpentine demeanour. 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. 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.

So. You killed Rykard? I harbour you no ill will. The strong take. Even he was prepared to meet a wretched end when he first took blasphemy unto his very flesh. But anyroad, the Volcano Manor is no more. Though we may yet fulfil an old promise. We hunted our own kind, and took what was theirs. And what in heaven's name are you doing here? The Volcano Manor is a pit of recusants who spit at grace and hunt our own kind. I hope you understand the weight of my words. Well. You are an enigma, to be certain. The Volcano Manor awaits you. You're Tarnished, aren't you? I welcome you, to the Church of Vows.

That horrendous serpent... Praetor Rykard... Mm, you're Tarnished. Here to put the demigods to the sword. Kill the great serpent. The one that devoured Praetor Rykard. I left the serpent-slaying spear in the Lord's Chamber. Worthy Tarnished, brandish the spear, and run him through. The great serpent...that unspeakable monstrosity. Praetor Rykard's ambitions, though blasphemous, marked him a worthy sovereign. But they were reduced to gluttonous depravity, once he gave himself to the serpent. Whatever that thing is, it is no longer Praetor Rykard. Someone must kill him. To spare him, and his ambitions, from further dishonour.