"A curse upon thee, rotten miscreant. A curse upon the strumpet's progeny, upon Marika's children each and all. The curse of the omen shall strike thee down. In the form of the sacred beast's ire."

"Sword wrought from the remains of a god who should have lived a life eternal."

"Thoughts on what the weapon portends are many and varied. Some consider it the mark of a great sin, or a sign of great devastation."

"Brave Tarnished, thy strength befits a crown."

"I abandon here a part of the flesh of my body."

"Ahh, were you guided here by Kindly Miquella? I am Leda, and like you, I was guided by faith along his honorable path. Touch the withered arm, and you too will be transported. To the realm of shadow, where Miquella the Kind now dwells. My compatriots are there already. Like us, they have heard Kindly Miquella's call. If you can find them, they are certain to lend you aid."

"Come no closer... No closer, I say! The madness wells!"

"Hello there. Together, we work. Together for Miquella the Kind. Many things we have found."

"Some think of it as the end of an age, while others; the beginning."

"If you find yourself... weary, of the weight of this life, then just give me the word. Sleep is a balm, and eternal sleep... is an elixir."

"Forgive me, Marika... The Golden Order... Cannot be restored."

"The Rune of Death is unbound, and the Lands Between are shrouded by Death's dark fate. But the flames will also burn the impenetrable thorns. Farewell it is, then... You'll be Elden Lord yet."

"Witless Tarnished... Why covet Destined Death..? To kill what?"

"The scarlet bloom flowers once more. You will witness true horror. Now rot!"

"It is... It is all consumed. Still, I am not sated...Not nearly sated... Marika! Is this... what it is... to sin? Will things... never be the same... again!? ...Tarnished. My thanks... for thy long... labor. But I have done... all i can... in this land. Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell."

"Your strength...extraordinary... the mark... of a true lord. O, dear Miquella...O, dearest Miquella, my brother...I'm sorry. I finally met my match..."

"Ah, I knew you'd come. To stand before the Elden Ring. To become Elden Lord. What a sad state of affairs. I commend your spirit, but alas, none shall take the throne. Queen Marika has high hopes for us. That we continue to struggle, unto eternity."

"You... have inherited the Frenzied Flame. A pity. You are no longer fit. Our journey together ends here. And remember... should you rise as Lord of Chaos, I will kill you. As sure as night follows day. Such is my duty, for allowing you the strength of runes. Goodbye, my companion. Goodbye, Torrent."

"Dearest Miquella. You must abide alone awhile... Welcome, honoured guest. To the birthplace of our dynasty!"

"There's something I'd like to say. My purpose was given to me by my mother. But now I act of my own volition. I have set my heart upon the world that I would have. Regardless of my mother's designs. I won't allow anyone to speak ill of that. Not even you."

"Chosen Tarnished, and would-be Lord, dare to travel the path of true rigor. Spare the poor girl, and singe your own flesh in her stead. If you are prepared to show resolve, and attain Lordship through righteous hardship, then heed the words of I, Shabriri."

"Finally, we meet. The Tarnished, who would be Lord. Oh my, why the long face? I fear you were previously acquainted with this vessel. Well, that is most unfortunate. For he is dead. As for his flesh, he gave it to me, Shabriri. I hope you can make your peace with that."

"Chosen Tarnished and would-be Lord. Descend into the depths, far below the Erdtree Capital. Seek audience with the Three Fingers, and the flame of frenzy. If you inherit the flame of frenzy, your flesh will serve as kindling, and the girl can be spared. Setting you on the righteous path of Lordship. The path of the Lord of Chaos. Burn the Erdtree to the ground. And incinerate all that divides and distinguishes. Ahhh, may chaos take the world! May chaos take the world!"

"I see thee, little Tarnished. Smouldering with thy wretched flame of ambition."

"Marika... Why wouldst thou gull me? Why shatter..."

"Shabriri... is chaos... incarnate. I cannot... die. Ahh, may chaos... take... the world."

"Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones? Ahh... Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni... Willful traitors, all. Thy kind are all of a piece. Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition. Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."

"I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold, and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake... as I awaited... his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat."

"I know... In my bones... A Tarnished... Cannot become... A lord. Not even you... A man... Cannot kill... A god..."

"What's the meaning of this? Has she bewitched you? Very well. Then you are a blight. A defiler of the Golden Order, and murderer of my brother. Die, die, die!"

"Hush, little culver. I'll soon birth thee anew, a sweeting fresh and pure."

"Let me out... Let me out of here! Must eat more... Defile more! Everything that matters to you! For generations to come! I am the Dung Eater! A scourge upon the living!"

"I serve the Golden Order. That I might put this crooked land to rights. Following only the guidance of the great Elden Ring. Those Who Live in Death fall outside the principles of the Golden Order. Their mere existence sullies the guidance of Gold. Tainting its truth. And so it is that the vermin must be exterminated. Down to the very last."

"Tarnished, thou'rt but a fool. The Erdtree wards off all who deign approach. We are... we are all forsaken. None shall claim the title of Elden Lord. Thy deeds will be met with failure, just as I..."

"You are about to sacrifice something precious. The life of a fair maiden, that you would toss into the fiery forge. Only so that you may be Lord. What a horrible thing to ponder. Your ascendancy requires her sacrifice, whether she wishes it or not. But how would the Lord, crowned so, be looked upon?"

"Ha! Prince of Death, take a good, long look! See the wrath of the Golden Order! The Order's justice, writ in blood! This is what's become of your precious witch! Naught but expired meat and bone! This is a proper death, O Prince! Look at this rotten whore! No more children can be got from this useless flesh! Behold, your mother is dead! Heh heh heh heh... This is revenge, you witch! And you, you ghoul! This is the wrath of D!"