Hornsent

Your lord is slain.

And you are next, Marika.

O Miquella...

Please...redeem our...clan...

Tis just as the woman said it would be.

Lord of the Erdtree, Lord of Marika...

You too deserve to face the reckoning.

In the end, I knew this day would come.

The nature of your kind, I am certain, will always show itself, given time.

Interfere not with my business, zealot.

Apologies...

O Mother, wife, and...chil...

Do not interfere—this is my revenge.

So, your mongrel blood shows through at last.

I was a fool to expect more of you.

Small wonder Miquella employed his spells.

I ask you stay back—this is my revenge.

What could your purpose possibly be?

I do not recollect begging for help.

Fie, another? Treading the heels of Miquella?

Then, as that woman would surely say, we are in our purposes well aligned...

But understand—your kind are not forgiven.

The Erdtree is my peoples' enemy—By Marika long betray'd, set aflame.

I believe Miquella's apologies, when he says our delivery will come...

But never will I see your kind as worthy.

And yet, my oath I cannot overlook.

If Miquella it is whom you would seek, then comrade, allow me to give you this.

These are the sites of the crosses I've found.

I urge you, follow after Miquella.

As long as you abide by his footfalls, you will be no enemy to me.

Look. Take this for your troubles, won't you?

I desire not to be in your debt.

I urge you, follow after Miquella.

As long as you abide by his footfalls, you will be no enemy to me.

What's this?

Do you think me in need of alms?

Ah, but this dish...

Tis fare o'the tower. I remember fondly this kin-clad scent.

...Brings back memories I'd all but forgot.

This, by my troth, is but a dismal copy.

Indeed, I think it rather plain to see...

Things once broken can never be the same...

I've had my fill...

Indeed, I have no wish...to wax nostalgic 'bout days gone by...

Nor do I yearn to friendship kindle...

And yet, my oath I cannot overlook.

If Miquella it is whom you would seek, then comrade, allow me to give you this.

It'll show you where crosses can be found.

You have a knack for timing, my fellow.

I've found the site of a new cross. Take this.

Miquella has said as much himself—he wishes now to throw it all away.

He says the act—though undoubtedly painful—will sear clean the Erdtree's wanton sin.

The truth of his claim can be found at each cross.

Tis evidence enough to earn my belief.

Go to the misshapen tree of umbra.

In that forsaken place, blood must spill—the blood of your fellows, the Erdtree faithful.

Fie, another? Treading the heels of Miquella?

A brazen fellow you must surely be, to loose your tongue to a stranger as I.

Do you presume us allies, even now? Though Miquella's spell is newly broken?

I must profess, the spell mattered little.

Uphold his covenant Miquella shall, and in godhood redeem our rueful clan.

Then Marika, and vilest Erdtree both, will at last be from divinity wrench'd.

And surely I...contented I will be.

Intriguing. What remains there to be said?

Do you presume us allies, even now? Though Miquella's spell is newly broken?

I must profess, the spell mattered little.

Uphold his covenant Miquella shall, and in godhood redeem our rueful clan.

Then Marika, and vilest Erdtree both, will at last be from divinity wrench'd.

And surely I...contented I will be.

But first, clear resounds the call of vengeance.

The impaler, Messmer, must pay his due.

In vengeance for the flames, my blade I wield...

How could I allow myself to forget?

Revenge alone assures me peace of mind.

Think not to hinder me upon my path.

Lest you too wish to face the reckoning.

We meet again I see, comrade-in-arms.

Upon his end, did you see Messmer's face?

Twas sublime—a very tangle of snakes!

To think he dared to call us savages.

When he himself was most base of all.

Ha ha ha ha!

To say the least, I am to you indebted.

Yet unquenched remains my thirst for revenge.

The death of Messmer was merely the start.

Now comes the piper to collect from Marika, her offspring, and all the Erdtree's denizens...

In vengeance for the flames, my blade I wield...

If Miquella's redemption soothes the ache...that throbs within, demanding blessed vengeance...

Then I wish not to be by him redeemed.

If Miquella's redemption soothes the ache...that throbs within, demanding blessed vengeance...

Then I wish not to be by him redeemed.

What cruelty's this...

Who would rob me of my one vital purpose?

Am I so feeble, witless, dull of blade...

That vengeance was never to have been mine?

O mother, O most cherished wife and child.

It seems vengeance was not mine to enact.

Where now should I point my tired blade...

Where now should I point my tired blade...

Messmer! Foe of my beloved people!

In vengeance for the flames, my blade I wield!

Have I made it known, accursed Messmer?

My clan's suff'ring? Their pain? All that they felt?

Do you understand now, your ugliness?

Aaaaaargh!