Feed it me... ... Tarnished...bring more...Death... I shall grant thee... eye...and claw. Feed me...more. ... Feed me more...Death. ... My thanks...Tarnished... Death... My 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. I will not have it stolen from me again. Tarnished. Why wouldst thou... Why... Before Maliketh, Marika's Black Blade. Witless Tarnished... Why covet Destined Death? To kill what? 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. An apt reward for thy brash ambition. ... Tarnished, thou art mistaken. The Erdtree welcometh no man. No one will be Elden Lord again. I shall remember thee, Tarnished. Smould'ring with thy meagre flame. Cower in fear. 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. Thy deeds shall be met with failure, just as I. Tarnished Warrior. 'Twas nobly fought. Dearest Marika... I am returned. I will take thee in mine arms once more! Brave Tarnished... Thy strength befits a crown. One day, we'll return together. 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. Those words were not meant for you. I may be prisoner to you Tarnished lot. But my prayers are mine and mine alone. Good.

Rraargh! Asimi, Silver Tear Please, wait! Proud Tarnished warrior. Before you kill me, let me speak. I can aid you. 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. 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? 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?

And I'll consider that a simple mishap. Are all you Tarnished the same? Was taking my other half not enough for you? There is no meaning in a fight, lest it serve a greater duty. 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. 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? 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. The Tarnished were forced to scavenge, squabbling for crumbs. Like the shardbearers, vying for power in the wake of the Shattering. Our Lord, indignant, has refused. Oh, Rykard… Let me be your serpent… Oh, yes... Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm? Of course you have. If you must have a go at it, maidenless as you are, you'll require an education. On the ways of the learned Tarnished. Are you familiar with grace? The golden light that gives life to you Tarnished. You may also behold its golden rays pointing in a particular direction at times. That is the guidance of grace. The path that a Tarnished must travel. It's nothing short of a miracle. That the guidance of grace can lead you, maidenless as you are, to the perfect place to die in obscurity. To the famed Roundtable Hold… Oh, yes... Mm, indeed. Grace's guidance holds the answers. It will lead you Tarnished to the path you are meant to follow. Even if it leads you to your grave. Grace's guidance will reveal the path forward, most certainly. To join the Roundtable proper, you must acquire a Great Rune, and request audience... ...with the Two Fingers, in the inner chamber. They are the purported masters of the grace that guides your kind, the Tarnished. Mm, yes, pay them a visit, so that you may see for yourself. Challenge Godrick the Grafted, lord of Stormveil, to acquire a Great Rune. There's no reason to dither. The Tarnished were spurned by grace, forsaken by the Two Fingers. And now they ask you to mend their crumbling world? Hah, your loyalties are misplaced with them.

You're a Tarnished, I can see it. And I can also see... That you're not after my throat. The land has been tainted by madness since the shattering of the Elden Ring. It's only Tarnished like yourself who keep things from drying up entirely. Let's say you're a very welcome customer. You know, if you can spare the runes, you should buy yourself a crafting kit. I think this makes us kindred spirits of sorts. Your people, the Tarnished, and mine. I suppose I shouldn't keep this from you. I'm thinking of moving elsewhere for a time. Guided by grace, you seek to become Elden Lord. I don't want anything to do with you Tarnished lot any more. I should apologise to you. It's my fault that we stumbled into this mess.

O hallowed Runes... You're a Tarnished, I can see it. And I can also see... That you're not after my throat. The land has been tainted by madness since the shattering of the Elden Ring. It's only Tarnished like yourself who keep things from drying up entirely. Let's say you're a very welcome customer. You know, if you can spare the runes, you should buy yourself a crafting kit. I think this makes us kindred spirits of sorts. Your people, the Tarnished, and mine. I suppose I shouldn't keep this from you. I'm thinking of moving elsewhere for a time. Guided by grace, you seek to become Elden Lord. I don't want anything to do with you Tarnished lot any more. I should apologise to you. It's my fault that we stumbled into this mess.