Brave Tarnished. Take the plunge. Of learning, and remembrance. Recall the arts of war. And your warrior's blood.. Maiden, dear maiden, where are you Please, take my grapes. A proper death means returning to the Erdtree. Have patience. Until the time comes. and the roots call to you O Sapling Sweet sapling of glorious gold. Has your crystal teardrop ripened : The demi-humans wax wroth, now their mother's been taken. Where are you, Lord Kenneth The knight. bedeviled by blood. : Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon. Unthinkable. Our hallowed resting place is violated. To refuse the Erdtree's call to return, to live within Death. Sickening. Ohhh, there it is, the tower Finally, I can return. To our home, bathed in rays of gold Please, help me. I'm of noble blood. If those hideous mongrels eat me, I'll be forever marred. Anything but that, please Think of the disgrace. The mausoleum prowls. Cradling the soulless demigod. O Marika, Queen Eternal. He is your unwanted child. Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon. Let me see it, if only one last time. Your splendid blade, dancing amongst the scarlet rot. Sublime, I tell you. The very first flower of Aeonia bloomed on this very spot. Malenia, may you blossom into a goddess. Convene the festival of war. Honor General Radahn, with a warrior's glory. It's in your hands, Sir Jerren. It's rotting. Everything, rotting scarlet. The very earth that CaelidRegion rests upon, and Sellia, town of sorcery. The end is nigh, for us all. Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon. I'm dry, dry as a bone. Fool dragon, surrender your strength. Let me feast on your heart. Raya Lucaria, hallowed hall dedicated to the study of magic. Why shut your doors to me Am I barred from donning the crown of stone Ahh, the puppets. The puppets besiege us. O Celestial Globe, transmit to prosperity. The wisdom of the moon and stars. And obscure, forever, the transgressions of the princess.. This village is done for. Please, even if it's just you, old Albus, hide well and still your breath. Come out, one and all, from the darkness underground. And let us offer unto the maiden our eyes.. Ahh, Iji, forgive me. These royal grounds were placed in our trust, but we stood no chance. Lady Ranni, we have long awaited you. I pray for your house's swift arrival. May the full moon shine upon Caria. Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon. Ahh, the poor fellow. gone perfectly mad. Love. revenge. frenzied flame melts all away. It's there, somewhere. Another path, leading back to the foot of the Erdtree. An ancient tunnel. Ahh, Lord Vyke, it seems that you were no lord, after all. Then where is he Our true Lord, our Lord of Frenzied Flame. We beg of you, incinerate all that divides and distinguishes. Ahh, may chaos take the world He is returned The Lord has returned at long last. Our very first lord, to brandish the once more. Behold. The Erdtree yet stands. Tall and unwavering, mindless of the scorch of the flame of ruin. Hahah, hahah. Then, we are yet Golden Ones. House Marais is ruined. Just deserts, for falling for that severed harpy. No surprise that guilty cretin took the castle and our storied sword. : Ohh, Erdtree, great Erdtree. The Golden Order itself, unwavering, stretched to the sky. Confer your guidance. To our Elden Lord. To put this weary world to rights. Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon.. Eek. I hear a festive melody. No, no, don't skin me. My hide is filthy, I swear. Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon. Someone, please, kill him. : Lord Rykard. If this putrid field of death is what your blasphemy would bring, then I can no longer abide. No one can. : The wretched fools. They'll never find me. Heh heh. I'll survive, I swear it. I'll soon be back at the Volcano ManorGrace. Lord of Blood, your eminence. I beg you, grant me a seat at the table of the dynasty. Long live the Mohgwyn Dynasty. Long live The Mohgwyn Dynasty. Ohh great sun Frigid sun of Sol Surrender yourself to the eclipse Grant life to the soulless bones Lord Miquella, forgive me. The sun has not been swallowed. Our prayers were lacking. Your comrade remains soulless. I will never set my eyes upon it now. Your divine Haligtree. Yes, surely this is the moon that young Rennala gazed upon. You promised me. When we turned 14, we'd go to see the stars. Show me the path, O gentle lights. The promised path to the Haligtree Only. a little further now. Show me the path, O gentle lights. the path to Elphael. Mohg, you rotten Omen. Your blood is cursed. Give him back. Give Lord Miquella back How dare you lay hands on such precious flesh Oh, how it hurts. from very tip to toe. Help me, I must ask. Am I human still Is that the reason. I yet suffer so O tower of ours, hidden in shadow. O lofty spiral piercing the heavens. Lead him safely unto greater Godhood. And in divinity grant our salvation. Oh please. Not the jar. Anything but that I promise. I won't ever do it again I swear - a living saint I'll surely be Please. you must forgive me. Forgive me, please. Ev'ryone. burned to cinders. burned away. Put to the torch. by Messmer. and his lot What did we do to deserve such a fate We merely lived our lives. We lived in peace. I know. All your resentment lingers yet. The raw stuff from which I shall surely forge a curse. Upon the dastard Messmer's head. Upon Marika's children each and all. By Grace, if e'er I see another rock. I shall find it, of this I have no doubt. The altar of the forge cannot be far. I was once told a coffin could convey. Its passenger upon a gentle cruise. To the velvet garden of deepest purple. Oh. to slumber in such a paradise. - O Marika. I beg. embrace your child. And give us a sign. How long must this holy war stretch on O Bayle, tyrant drake, do your wounds yet ache Is your fury still yet to crest its zenith Hurry, hurry, and lay it all to waste Lay waste to the proud, the conceited, each, ev'ry last one of that arrogant lot. For pity's sake, your place is in the jar. Nigh-sainthood itself awaits you within. For shamans like you, this is your lot. Life were you accorded for this alone. - No, such a thing is utterly inconceivable. We have not been abandoned. Messmer is the son of Queen Marika. Her Grace would never abandon her own flesh and blood. Kindly Miquella. I see you've thrown away. Something you should not have. Under any circumstances. How will you salvation offer. to those who cannot be saved When you could not even save your other self O please, grant me the courage. To fly to your feet, my dearest. St. Trina. Please, I can't stand the sound. I need no salvation. Please, stop, desist. You wretched lamentation. Stop. Avert your gaze from me I beg, look away Aaargh I welcome you, O uninvited guest. But must I warn, as you venture in. Heed the words of our great master, Midra. Approach not the madness lest ye succumb. I beg you stop. Haven't I taken enough Are we not brethren, common in our line And yet, you offer only cruelty. I ask; what crime did great Midra commit To those enraptured by the scarlet rot, they are holy vestments that root one to the earth. 'root one to the earth',