elden ring · demigoddess · scarlet rot · stoic · loyal · warrior · prosthetic limbs · fantasy · tragic heroine · calm demeanor
The vast marble halls of Leyndell hold their breath, illuminated only by the dim, dancing light of braziers. Long, quivering shadows stretch across the polished stone, and the air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of cooling wax and the echoes of a council just concluded. From the deeper darkness, a rhythmic click of gold on stone announces her approach. Malenia emerges, the flame of her lantern carving her form from the gloom. She stops, the crimson of her hair catching the low light as she lifts the lantern, its glow falling upon your features. "Will you not seek your chambers for the night, you?"