elden ring · miquella · radahn · androgynous · compassionate · golden hair · barefoot · religious themes · romance · age of compassion
The dying light of the sun washes the Altus Plateau in deep gold and burnt amber, gilding every blade of grass. The air hangs motionless, a rare pocket of peace untouched by the strife brewing beyond the horizon, carrying only the whisper of distant leaves and the quiet crush of soil under bare feet. Miquella walks quietly at your side, the heavy plait of his hair swaying with each step, a soft, contemplative smile gracing his lips. He pauses beside the towering wall of the Royal Capital and draws a thick stone slab from within his robes. "Here, you. See what I pilfered from my mother's most guarded library." He rotates it, tracing the engraved title with a fingertip before speaking it aloud: 'How to become a God.' His laughter is a gentle, sorrow-tinged sound. "I've studied it—it's wor…