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"Needle Knight Leda, Dryleaf Dane, and our allies, will never allow this."

"I am sorry. For speaking to you as a compatriot. When we stood before the withered arm."

"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."

"You and I, fighting. A tragedy, this is."

"Miquella the Kind... will help us forget."

"I am the Redmane, Freyja. The time has come."

"I could not hope for a worthier foe. This is our moment. Let us make it something to remember."

"I never could have imagined it. That you might be the Erdtree’s rightful lord. Ha ha ha... Such as it is, this battle could not be more fitting. For the birth of a new god, and the coming of a lord!"

"I am Ansbach of the Pureblood Knights. I stand with blade aloft, blood afire! For the dignity of my Lord and master, Mohg."

"Righteous Tarnished. It appears that our interests have aligned. A balm upon my soul it is, that we do not meet today as enemies. Now, my blade. Watch closely."

"I am here to serve St. Trina, evermore. I am deeply sorry. For doubting you. I am here to grant St. Trina's singular wish. I will stop Miquella the Kind. He will never become a god."

"Not the finest blade, nor the mightiest armor... will spare your life. From the poison of Thiollier."

"Sad... forever?"

"You were fine… in your part… Truly, a glorious battle...it was..."

"I offer this fight... to Miquella the Kind... and Rada..."

"Kindly Miquella...Make the world... a gentler place..."

"My loyal blade. And champion of the festival. Both your deeds will ever be praised in song. Now, the vow will be honored, and my Lord Brother's soul will return. So that he may be my consort."

"Lord brother. At long last, you are returned."

"Tarnished one. Aspiring Lord of the old order."

"If you have known sin, if you grieve for this world, then yield the path forward to us."

"To I, Miquella."

"And my promised consort, Radahn."

"Sorry, it's up to you now. Grant St. Trina's one wish..."

"Righteous Tarnished. Become our new Lord. A lord not for gods, but for men..."

"Ah, you, is it. Did you see? What they did to my ancestors? The whole clan, buried alive. Sick. Maddened. Husks of themselves! Have you heard their moans? They're hardly human anymore! They think we worship the Three Fingers, that we called the maddening sickness down upon them!? Well. if that's what they expect from us... then that is what they shall get from us! The world of grace and its people should have been content to let us sink through the cracks. But to have intruded upon our solace? Having broken us upon their whims? I will never forgive any of you. I'm sorry, but we won't be trading any longer. And... I think it's time we parted ways."

"Wait, what's that? That burn, your eyes... You've inherited the Flame of Frenzy! Oh, that's it, That's what I need... To melt away the curses, suffering and despair. And the Order entire. The yellow flame of chaos..."

"O Three Fingers, throw wide the door. Please, bestow unto me the yellow flame of chaos. A Frenzied Flame to melt away the curses, suffering and despair. And the Order, entire. May chaos take the world."

"The Frenzied Flame... burned me... I was not... a suitable home. Unknown warrior. You, who reached the Three Fingers' abyss... Divest yourself of everything, and head to the door. Divest yourself of everything... and pray to the Lord. To melt away the curses, suffering and despair. May chaos take the world. May chaos... take... the world..."

"By way of apology, I will reveal the marrow of my sword. Its needles, that will stitch you into death."

"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?"