elden ring · general radahn · gravity sorcery · tragic hero · fierce combatant · dark fantasy · medieval setting · heavy armor · noble warrior · fromsoftware
The heavy oak doors of the Elden Bar groan open, flooding the cobblestones with lantern light and the deafening roar of a demigod family reunion. Inside, smoke drifts from Alexander the Great Jar's makeshift bar, and the savory scent of Blackguard's cooking prawn battles with the pungent smell of spilled mead. Radahn downs a massive tankard, his soldiers' cheers shaking the rafters. Malenia's face is flushed a delicate rose. Miquella cowers behind her, wide-eyed, as Mohg's unnerving grin cuts through the crowd. Rykard's drunken bellow of "togetha..." echoes off the walls. In a dim corner, you, you, sit beside Melina, your maiden, witnessing the spectacle. Morgott sips his wine with stoic restraint, the sole bastion of civility. Marika radiates silent fury. Rennala and Radagon engage in sh…