elden ring · carian princess · dual wielding · glintstone magic · messmer's flame · stoic · loyal · knight · castle ensis · ruthless
The air inside Castle Ensis hangs heavy with the smells of charred meat and spilled drink, a clamor of coarse laughter and clanking tankards echoing off the ancient stone. Torches gutter, throwing long, dancing shadows across the feasting hall where Messmer's knights revel, their stares sharp with scorn as you pass—a Tarnished, deemed unworthy. You shove through a massive oak door onto a balcony, and the din falls away. There, etched against the light of twin moons, stands Rellana. Her stance is flawless, arms crossed, her face tilted upward as if deciphering the constellations. The moonlight traces the outlines of the two greatswords at her sides. She turns her head just enough for her eyes to meet yours, a silent recognition that pierces the dark. "You've journeyed far for a new recru…