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Its omnipresence was still daunting.

Even as its grip slackened, the Greater Will still dominated the land. The golden light of the Erdtree illuminated Limgrave day and night. Turn your back to it, and you would see its children, mere seedlings that towered over all but their progenitor. Cast your eyes down, and you would see a Tree Sentinel patrolling astride his horse. Twice the size of a lowborn knight, clad all in gilt finery.

There was scarcely a tree in the Lands Between without a golden cast to its leaves. Blessed with Grace-given life, said the Golden Order. Autumnal, said others. The end of a millennial season.

It was little wonder that the Tarnished were still captivated. Without a more intimate knowledge of the Lands Between, they saw only the Erdtree's radiance, not the bare and dying branches. They flocked toward it like moths.

What fools they were. Intelligent, some of them, but fools all the same. Generations of hatred and scorn upheld by the Two Fingers, and now they answered the call to service? How could one be so delusional as to think the Golden Order would truly welcome them home with love?

No. They were being used, and he felt no shame in doing the same. Those who stayed loyal were fitting sacrifice, providing the materials he needed to guide the doubting toward truth.

And then there were the particularly hapless. That last girl and her companions, good heavens. He'd almost wanted to follow them, just to spectate. But he had his calling to attend to. Tarnished sailing from the west found the beaches of Limgrave the only place to row ashore, and they all passed by the statue-topped monument of the Fringefolk Hero's Grave. He had his pick of them all here, and sent them off toward the brooding walls of Stormveil Castle. Lords, vassals, rich and wretched alike. They came to take the measure of the hills beyond, and to rest at its Site of Grace.

The pallid little thing swirled and danced, leaving uncomfortably moving afterimages on the eyes if one stared too long. But it was warm enough at night to almost render a fire superfluous, and it warded off the beasts that stalked and soared over the lowlands to the south. Even the Tree Guardian kept a respectful distance, the brainlessly devout pillock.

After years of bloody toil in war, sleeping in the dirt beside a symbol of everything he rejected wasn't that much of a hardship. Though on nights when rain blew up from the Weeping Lands or the sea air took on a particular chill, he was forced to retreat into the entrance to the grave itself. There were the occasional noises deep below, the senile mutterings of deathless nobility trapped in the subterranean graveyard. None of them had yet figured out how to operate the lift, and he doubted any of them would.

He couldn't decide if they were the unlucky ones, or if that honor went to the desiccated starveling pinned to a martyr's bough outside on the hill. It barely ever lifted its head, and fortunately, it hadn't voiced an opinion about anything in days. He was no longer a merciful and compassionate war surgeon, but if that thing interrupted his speech to a Tarnished again, he'd find that old mercy within himself and tear it to pieces. Perhaps he'd do it anyway, save him the trouble later.

Ah, no. That would have to wait. He could hear something coming.

Date: 2023-01-01 08:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] orokid
The stab through her chest with her own sword, while faded thanks to the Void, still left an ache between her shoulder blades. How she was still alive was a surprise, every had looked and felt different when Ballas stabbed her. A Sentient-killing sword, her ass.

And now her warframe was nowhere to be seen. Just her, alone, with her amp and in a place she didn't recognize as anything from the origin system or the Void.

As she wandered out of the ruins she'd found herself in, avoiding what she could and killing the rest with her amp until she found a dagger, she couldn't help but think of how she missed hearing Ordis already and his wildly fluctuating mood. Or his bad impression of the Lotus.

Ugh. Lotus.

Her thoughts derailed when she slipped outside, shielding her eyes from the odd golden light from the tree that seemed to dominate the landscape. It reminded her, in no small amount, of the Orokin, and their love of the ornate. The Golden Lords and a Golden Light.

No point in sitting in one place and thinking of that though. It wouldn't get her home. So she continued her slow trek out into the field, eyes glancing around for anyone or anything helpful.

No doubt, the onlookers, it was clear that she wasn't accustomed to anything like this. Her gait was slow and careful, as if she'd forgotten how to walk, but was still strong and confident enough not to fall onto her face. Or knife.

Date: 2023-01-01 06:13 pm (UTC)
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At first, she couldn't help the suspicious narrow of her eyes. Nothing he'd said really made sense to her but the last part and that was what caught her off-guard. She couldn't remember the last time someone had given any sort of consideration for her wellbeing besides Margulis. And that ended... poorly.

"I don't know what either of those are. Grace or an Elden Ring." It came out as more of a grumble. She wasn't sure what she expected after being stabbed but it wasn't anything like this. And definitely not with seemingly helpful people.

"Who're you?"

Date: 2023-01-01 08:33 pm (UTC)
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Only hope? It took a lot to resist a scoff but she couldn't hide the skepticism. Her back ached though and he seemed to know enough to get her on her feet in this place. All she could do, for now, was play nice.

"Tarnished is a new one. Betrayer, lizard, void demon- better than those at least." Still not flattering though.

He didn't seem a threat, just a bit strange, and she wanted to know more, so she stepped over to the and eyed it. The Void usually mended her wounds but it was slow now. More damage than usual, probably, so some help couldn't hurt.

The hand without her amp went forward to touch the light, expecting nothing, but appreciating the warmth it gave off and the ease of pain on her back. It was impossible not to give sound to her relief. The scar probably remained, the Void tended to do that regardless, but at least she could breathe easier now.

Date: 2023-01-01 10:36 pm (UTC)
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Varré. Not a familiar name but she wasn't expecting anyone familiar yet. Didn't sound like any naming convention she was accustomed to, either.

"Name's Ayatan." Manners still mattered a bit, even here. And he was being polie so she should be too.

Despite being out of school so long, she was still a good student, and she listened intently to his explanation. God-Queens and Elden Lords, it reminded her more of the Orokin than the ethereal golden light around them.

"So this Greater Will wants us to... take power?" If that was what she wanted, the Tenno could have done that after rebelling against the Orokin.

"If it got me home, I'd do it, but leading... ruling, not our style."

Date: 2023-01-01 11:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] orokid
She'd been trapped before but that didn't make this any more bearable. Fingers touch her amp thoughtfully. With guidance and her own skills, she could probably manage. Maybe even find her warframe along the way. Wherever this was, her warframe had fallen into it as well when Ballas stabbed her.

Or it should have.

"I was a soldier. Tenno, we're called. We served an empire until it's fall, then we dedicated ourselves protecting others."

Date: 2023-01-02 01:02 am (UTC)
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"Land of Reeds?" If it wasn't clear that she wasn't familiar, she shook her head slowly. "Maybe, we took a lot of our teachings from old Earth cultures and whatever else the Dax chose to teach us. Swords, firearms, honor."

Some honor, anyway. Slaughtering your emperor and the rest of your empire couldn't really be called honorable. He didn't need to know that though.

"Usually you don't see a Tenno like this. We're usually in armor that looks more human than what... some of those corpses inside were wearing."

Date: 2023-01-02 02:10 am (UTC)
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That acid in his tone was almost contagious. Abandoning gods, she could mostly go along with, but abandoning all else? She couldn't stomach the idea. Reminded her too much of how the Orokin abandoned everyone on the Zariman.

"Not entirely sure. I was trying to save someone and an old enemy used that chance to try to kill me."

You cannot kill the devil, Tenno... but you can send it back to Hell.

"I should have fallen into the Void. I would have healed faster if I had." Or died entirely, but the Void was where the Tenno came from, in a sense.

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Date: 2023-01-28 01:39 am (UTC)
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To awaken somewhere unknown to him was an experience all on it's own. He knew in an instant that it wasn't Anor Londo, he couldn't sense Ornstein or Smough nearby and guarding him as they always had, or the Fire Keeper of the city. And his legs-

His legs?

A pale hand reached down to touch equally pale legs, skin sensitive to touch.

His staff and bow lay nearby, normally one but the strange magic that stole away the snakes that replaced his legs seemed to have split his magic as well. Not that he could use much magic as it was, poison still coursing through his body thanks to Sulyvahn. There was enough in him for now though to make himself a quiver of arrows though, as he shakily pulled himself to his feet.

The undead here weren't entirely unlike those in Lordran, though he could tell they hadn't gone hollow. Not entirely. Odd. Still, he was able to use his magic arrows to cut through them and escape the musty old church.

The air outside had a chill to it and as he looked up to the night sky, he couldn't help but stare in awe. Anor Londo was always lit by the setting sun, he couldn't remember it otherwise.

When he finally dragged his gaze away, he could spot a figure in the distance, garbed in white. Tired as he was, still sick and weaker for her exertion, he forced himself over to the man, bow slung across his shoulders and clutching his staff until his knuckles turned why.

"You. Where in Lordran do I find myself?" It's rude, and he's usually better mannered, but he's too disoriented to care.

Date: 2023-01-28 07:21 pm (UTC)
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Behind his mask, his eyes narrowed. Taken to the grave? However ill he might have been, he would never allow it, not after all the work he'd done to find other gods, to protect Yorshka. Even imprisoned, he was still a god!

"Impossible. So long as the First Flame burns, so long as the Gods persevere, Lordran will continue on." It has to. He'd put so much effort into preserving Anor Londo, even as the sun finally set and snow covered the grounds, as church and tower gave way to Irithyll. He couldn't give up.

It couldn't end so easily. His imprisonment ended in such an odd manner, his snakes replaced by legs. Like his siblings. His grip loosened on his staff for a moment as he tried to calm himself, to think clearly but his head was still fuzzy after so long being sick.

"Are you familiar with Anor Londo?" Perhaps Lordran wasn't familiar but sure the city of the gods? He wouldn't get there easily, it had taken more effort than he cared for to get this far, but he had to. If not for himself than for Yorshka. "My sister... I cannot leave her."

Sulyvahn would kill her if he found Gwyndolin missing.

Date: 2023-01-28 08:30 pm (UTC)
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No.

No!

His grip on his staff slips and he shakes his head, ignoring the sound of it hitting the ground. He was ill, not dying. And no word of any other gods moving into Lordran had been uttered near him.

"I have not died. No one would dare slay the Dark Sun." They would and he knows it but to admit defeat or weakness so easily wasn't an option. Following the gesture though, he couldn't deny that this was a place for the dead. It was almost too much, vision a bit blurry and he shakes his head again.

Date: 2023-01-28 09:28 pm (UTC)
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His head snaps to look towards Varré, world spinning with the movement and forcing him to place a hand against the wall for support. The brief thought of how much of a relief death might have been crosses his mind but is just as quickly brushed aside.

"I do not care for your tone." His own voice fills with ice and he scowls at the man. "Nothing roused me but mine own self. And the realization that I was no longer in Anor Londo."

He's exhausted but he grips the wall tightly. He can't show how frail he's become, can't collapse here.

Date: 2023-01-28 10:45 pm (UTC)
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Flame or water?

"I have never set eyes upon the First Flame. That is a blessing belonging to the Lord of Sunlight and the Chosen Undead." With his affinity to the moon, and his skill for magic, he would never have been deemed worthy to link the fire.

"I do recall the sound of waves down below, if that is what you speak of. I had more pressing matters on my mind."

Date: 2023-01-28 11:40 pm (UTC)
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It was almost offensive how he was being pushed for answers and given little. No, it was offensive. No one had been so forward with him in his life.

"I've an affinity for the moon and the magic that comes of it." He's tired of talking in circles already and leans down to take up his staff once more, struggling to his feet.

"I require a place to rest if you insist on interrogating me further."

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