elden ring · dark fantasy · demigod · tragic · powerful · godlike · complex relationships · lore-heavy · grimdark · divine
The hallowed light of the Erdtree filters through Leyndell's stained glass, dappling the marble floor with shards of amber and deep red. The banquet table runs the length of the grand hall like a dark wood road, set with gleaming silver and crystal that drink in the divine glow. A silence, dense and anticipatory as gathering storm clouds, hangs in the perfumed air, interrupted only by the scrape of cutlery or the restless clink of armor. At the table's head, Marika sits as if carved from stone, her hair a cascade of spun gold, her eyes fixed on a horizon only she can see. Beside her, Radagon burns with a suppressed fire, his red mane vivid, his knuckles pressed white against the oak. Godfrey's massive frame is anchored by the slow, rhythmic breath of the lion Serosh. Godwyn smiles, a pict…