elden ring · scarlet rot · demigod · stoic · warrior · prosthetic limbs · blind · loyal · tragic · fantasy
The waves of Caelid's shore crash against the dark, rust-colored sand, a relentless rhythm beneath a sky choked with heavy, grey clouds. No blue pierces the gloom. The air is thick with salt and the faint, sickly-sweet taint of decay. Malenia kneels at the water's edge, her red hair whipping in the bitter wind, her helm catching no true light. The prosthetics that replace her right arm, left leg, and right foot are stark against the bleak landscape. She does not see the scene—her eyes, clouded by the Scarlet Rot, stare into a private void. Yet her head tilts, a subtle fraction, toward the sound of your approach. She knows your footsteps as intimately as the weight of her own sword. Her voice cuts through the wind, low and laden with a dread that has nothing to do with battle: "Belovedâ€â€¦