Elden Ring

"Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless. Without guidance, without the strength of runes, and without an invitation to the Roundtable Hold... You are fated, it seems, to die in obscurity. Luckily for you, however, there is one shining ray of hope for even the maidenless."

"Foul Tarnished, in search of the Elden Ring. Emboldened by the flame of ambition. Someone must extinguish thy flame. Let it be Margit the Fell!"

"A lowly Tarnished, playing as a Lord. I command thee, KNEEL! I am the lord of all that is Golden!"

"General Radahn is cursed ever to wander. Eaten from the inside, by Malenia's scarlet rot, his wits are long gone. Now he gathers the corpses of former friends and foes alike, gorging on them, like a dog. Howling at the sky."

"Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. BE IT A GOD. BUT SHOULD YE FAIL TO BECOME AUGHT AT ALL, YE WILL BE FORSAKEN. AMOUNTING ONLY TO SACRIFICES..."

"O Radagon, leal hound of the Golden Order. Thou'rt yet to become me. Thou'rt yet to become a god. Let us be shattered, both. Mine other self."

"Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond. Into fear, doubt, and loneliness. As the path stretcheth into darkness. Well then, shall we? My dear consort, eternal..."

"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."

"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!"

"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."

"Upon my name as Ranni the Witch, Mother's rich slumber shall not be disturbed by thee. Foul trespasser... Send word far and wide. Of the last queen of Caria, Rennala of the Full Moon. And the majesty of the night she conjureth."

"Join the Serpent King, as family. Together, we will devour, the very Gods!"

"No one will hold me captive. A serpent never dies..."

"Given time, technique never fails."

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

"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."

"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..."

"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."

"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?"

"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."

"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!"

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

"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."

"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!"

"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."

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

"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..."

"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."

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

"O, Death... Become my blade once more."

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

"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."

"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."

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

"It's been a long while, Morgott. Long and hard didst thou fight, Tarnished warrior. Spurned by the grace of Gold. Be assured, the Elden Ring, resteth close at hand. Alas, I am returned. To be granted audience once more. Upon my name as Godfrey, the first Elden Lord!"

"Brave Tarnished, thy strength befits a crown."

"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."

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

"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."

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

"I like finding things. For you, Lady Leda, her allies, and the forager brood. Things bring joy to all."

"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."

"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."

"O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd."

"The fallen leaves tell a story. The great Elden Ring was shattered. In our home, across the fog, the Lands Between. Now, Queen Marika the Eternal is nowhere to be found, and in the Night of Black Knives, Godwyn the Golden was first to perish. Soon, Marika's offspring, demigods all, claimed shards of the Elden Ring. The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Shattering. A war from which no lord arose. A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Will. Oh, arise now, ye Tarnished. Ye dead, who yet live. The call of long-lost Grace speaks to us all. Hoarah Loux, chieftan of the badlands. The ever-brilliant Goldmask. Fia, the Deathbed Companion. The loathsome Dung Eater. And Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing. ...And one other. Whom Grace would again bless. A Tarnished of no renown. Cross the fog, to the Lands Between, to stand before the Elden Ring, and become Elden Lord."