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Giancarlo Diago Cevallos
An author & journalist
Weeping Peninsula I
Melina granted me entrance to the Roundtable Hold, full of fellow misfits. A loyal golden hound, an exiled priest, a traveling noble, a chained demi-human, two maiden corpses, a self-righteous Gideon, a lounging skeleton and a lovely hugger. The embedded weapons and Godfrey statue make this seem a prior fort of his, wherever Roundtable exists.
A quiet moment in the Roundtable kitchen. I found a prayerbook and crossbow hidden near, fit for an assassin.
Not a nomad or witch or spirit, I finally meet another proper lady, Irina. Shame she is a Golden noble, but her company is appreciated. She asked I rescue her father in Castle Morne. A Golden stooge can protect himself… but perhaps I will pass that way, scrounging for treasure.
Likely what remains of Irina’s guard. Their corpses are mangled by draconic oddities, with few feathers and deformed wings.
Spirit spring jumping!
In this sorcerer’s tower is a “memory stone.” So, this is how witches remember all their fancy chants. Wizardry requires less intelligence than it seems. Perhaps this may help me, if I find black flame incantations.
Another one, surrounded by hooded figures. Admirers? His tricky push-pulling reminds me of gravity, as if he could redefine it. Perhaps these onyx beings crashed from heaven, ha!
These yellow flames of frenzy sizzle so deep, they burned even the natives’ minds. Their anger flamed so strong, even they melted. But these are only embers against the Erdtree. If only I could find more…
Before the fight, I sniped the queen’s followers from afar. That Hewg’s reinforcements are sturdy! This long bow is fantastic, though a higher draw strength would suit me.
More words of Marika, entrusting us Tarnished to clean her mess. Still, I enjoy Melina’s company.
Flame grease for an old avatar. These minor Erdtrees serve as practice. My revenge will be had.
I tried incantating with Gurranq’s Clawmark seal gift; the frenzied flame conceals my face, allowing me a brief moment without my helmet. I lack the faith for high incanting, yet what does frenzy demand of me? What does it demand I believe in? Perhaps elsewhere are black flame incantations.
A chilling hero of Zamor, his ice winds are biting. I am unsure where he came from or why he was jailed in this evergaol.
These shipwrecked survivors wander back to the ocean; another grim consequence of Marika’s deathless age.
A headless demigod’s mausoleum. The wandering tomb lowered happily, once I cleaned his rocky feet. Yet, I have no demigod remembrances to duplicate here. I will collect them, soon enough.
Ah, a trap.
Or… an opportunity.
16. Marika’s empire. By now, I admire their earth-shattering strength.
Back to the Weeping Peninsula, a ghastly death bird on the way to Morne. Their shrieks chattered my bones.
A golem archer… Even as I guard, I envy. One of those giant bows would suit me.
Weeping Peninsula 2
A poison swamp; I had to craft neutralizing boluses against them. Hopefully, no other swamps await my journey.
These jellyfish… spirits like Roderika gave me.
A monument to those felled by Godfrey, during the siege of Castle Morne. Who occupied the castle before the Erdtree age? As Marika’s consort, I detest the former Elden Lord, but his strength is extraordinary.
The massacre and slave revolt of Castle Morne.
5. I arrived seconds too late to save him.
Edgar received Irina’s letter joyfully, but is resolved to fight on. His stubbornness is foolish, given he is the last survivor… I can continue on, to find this so-called legendary sword
Beyond the battlements, at the southern-most point of the lands between, is the misbegotten leader.
The grafted blade greatsword, too heavy for me, for now. The first owner, I guess, ruled Morne until his defeat by Marika and Godfrey. This must be his clan’s grave. This greatsword, a melding of weapons collected by a dead warrior, whose undying rage lives on. First for the leonine misbegotten, now for me. I will tell Edgar the news, then continue to lovely Irina.
The misbegotten had their final revenge. Now, Edgar pursues vengeance like mine. But, both masters and slaves are dead. An eye for an eye blinded them deeper than Irina.
Stormveil Castle
Time to assault Stormveil castle. All my battles led to this; all my wins and losses. I even own a lamp now!
An omen illusion blocks my way, Margit. He reminds me of the misbegotten, sprouting a tail and horns, draconic. He guards Stormveil’s lord, but I assumed the omens would resent Gold. He made his choice, so we battle.
Now, the battle begins.
A one-armed servant, Gostoc, offered me two paths; skulking through tunnels or a frontal assault. He warned against the main gate; full of firebombs, ballistae, crossbows and soldiers. Which to choose…
Charge!
Good fight, defenders.
Hidden in a chamber, I found a Godslayer prayerbook and seal... Ironically, ill-suited to me, until I gather more runes of power. Unlike my Godslayer kin, swinging is my strength, not prayers.
A fellow tarnished warrior! Nice lady.
So, this is the origin of the grafted scions. Twisted suturing and butchering, all to match Godfrey’s strength. All left to do is give them a dignified death.
19. The final path, to the twisted lord Godrick.
All his stolen strength can not save this Golden runt now.
Everywhere I go in these lands, grudges and curses. Gostoc stomps on his former lord. From his missing arm, I guess why.
2. A grand throne, but not which I seek. Godfrey’s statue overlooks this seat, he must have conquered Stormveil with pride from its prior lord.
The Gideon finally calls me a true Roundtable member. Yet, I am the only one who slayed a demigod. His advice, though he is ‘all-knowing,’ is laughable; for example, that king of Leyndell Morgott is hiding, surprise, in Leyndell. Though, the kind’s name is familiar…
4. Finger-reader Enia welcomed me, introducing me to the Two Fingers. I resent the fingers and their former champion, Marika, yet I never imagined such… grotesque injuries. They seem both worn and incomplete, extensions of a divine arm for the Greater Will.
With Godrick’s great rune grasped, I climb the Divine Tower.
Here, surrounded by the fingers’ corpse and ash, the great rune activates. My strength increases.
Back in Stormveil, the path beyond is close. This ghost offered me a “Shabriri grape,” a yellow-pus fruit meant for a maiden, he claimed.
Liurnia of the lakes, hope to wizards, glintstones and the path to the Erdtree.
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