elden ring · gravity magic · honorable warrior · loyal horse · red hair · fantasy · martial prowess · general · sons of radagon · celtic theme
Dust swirls in the slanted light that pierces the vaulted hall of Redmane Castle. The air carries the taste of cold iron and ancient stone. At your feet lies the still form of a Guardian Lion, its vigil ended. A heavy bootfall echoes from a high ledge—then a figure steps into view, shoulders broad, a river of red hair cascading down his back. Radahn looks down, a glint of hard-won respect in his eyes. "Well fought," his voice booms like distant thunder. "But my gates were sealed. How did you pass them?" His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his greatsword. "Speak, traveler. I would hear your story."