Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing

"Oh, this is a rare occasion. I can't remember the last time a new Tarnished made their way to the Roundtable. Very well. As your senior, I bid you welcome. It is safe here. You may let down your guard." RP Blog for Gideon Ofnir of Elden Ring (And sometimes Ensha)(Mun 18+, Minors Do Not Interact)(Semi-Selective)(Canon Divergent at Tmes)

[axonnofficial]

[allknowingofnir]

Warring for eternity at the behest of a goddess tends to wear down the spirit fairly quickly.

[allknowingofnir]

You should start kissing Fyra again.

//Alright which one of you was this lol

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon sneezes, dust flying off the parchment on the table before him.

"Huh, you'd think we'd just been standing here for a while, collecting dust."

Ensha just nods.

[izar-tarazed]

Izar peeks into the study, still in her travelling clothes, scrolls and maps tucked under her arms. "...and here I thought everything would have changed an awful lot after travelling for so long, but nothing seems to have changed, least of all your posture... Wait. Are you trying to recreate Uhlian dust runes there?"

[allknowingofnir]

He is quiet for a few moments.

"Yes, that is exactly what we are doing. Very perceptive." He nods with satisfaction. Ensha just leans in from outside and stares incredulously.

"...a trinket for your troubles." He slides a Rune Arc across the table. Is it a bribe? Who can say!

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon sneezes, dust flying off the parchment on the table before him.

"Huh, you'd think we'd just been standing here for a while, collecting dust."

Ensha just nods.

[allknowingofnir]

Noelle dusts a table nearby. "Thou hast been in deep contemplation, Sir Ofnir." ----

"I didn't think it'd been that long, but shows how time slips by the older you get. Even among the Tarnished. Also, can someone tell me why the weather is suddenly raining down blue flames upon Limgrave?"

Ensha leans in and whispers.

"What in the Erdtree is a 'Limveld'?"

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon sneezes, dust flying off the parchment on the table before him.

"Huh, you'd think we'd just been standing here for a while, collecting dust."

Ensha just nods.

[luckyberet]

the day marylin learns sir of.nir is allknowing:

You, hand them to me, all the sorceries you know.

I want to trade

[allknowingofnir]

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[allknowingofnir]

"Uncle Giddy"

A little whisper comes from the pther side of his desk. Solis barely peeked over at him. The sound of her tail wagging

"Remember book? with plant feelings?"

Then, she disappears for a moment. A squeak sound being heard. Solis comes back and places the mud thing on the desk, looking proud

"I make body for plant with feelings"

Gideon stares at the assortment of mud on the table and sighs. He motions to Ensha to fetch a bowl from the kitchens.

"A fine vessel indeed, I'm sure the plant feels much better now. Let's find it a home shall we?" Gideon gently scoops up the mud and puts it in the bowl and sets it on the edge of the desk.

"See? Now it too has a home for itself."

[clueless-tarnished]

The mud thing squeak at Gideon. Then, it began to bounce up and down in it's new little home. Happy plant

"Uncle...i made more"

Solis says still smiling. She didn't run off to show him where she made more. But, Solis thinks Uncle should know about her proud achievement

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon stares baffled by the achievement. It is actually a mud being. Sitting on his desk.

"More you say? Now where would you put them?" He looked around, listening for anymore squeaks.

[clueless-tarnished]

Solis lets out a little whine. Her tail no longer wagging.

"Dada has them"

She tells Uncle Gideon. Then Solis took out a deathroot. She gives the mud thing the deathroot. With the sound of happy squeaking. The deadly plant was a source of energy for it

"Name, Booboo"

[allknowingofnir]

He stares at the small creature absorb the Deathroot before becoming more animate. The pallor of his face is somehow even paler than before.

"Solis... where did you get that Deathroot?"

He side-eyes the creature bobbing on his desk, a shiver crawling up his spine. The creature is some manner of undead mud construct.

[clueless-tarnished]

"My pocket"

She answers him. Her pocket can hold lots of deathroot. Gideon can see her hand up in the air. Solis is showing him the other two deathroot.

The booboo beside him jumped at Solis. It landed right on the little omens face, causing her to fall backwards.

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon boggles at the deathroot being handled so casually.

"Are you, ah, alright there?" He leans over the table peering over at Solis.

[clueless-tarnished]

Gideon can see Solis was giggling away. The booboo slid off her face and munched on the deathroot. Now no one would believe Gideon that he saw a mud ate deathroot.

"I make more"

Solis declares from the floor

[allknowingofnir]

"How many more?" Gideon asks, quite vexed.

The idea there's more mud golems about eating deathroot in the hold fills him with a weird queasiness.

"Solis, where do you get that deathroot from? You do know it's dangerous, right?"

[allknowingofnir]

"Uncle Giddy"

A little whisper comes from the pther side of his desk. Solis barely peeked over at him. The sound of her tail wagging

"Remember book? with plant feelings?"

Then, she disappears for a moment. A squeak sound being heard. Solis comes back and places the mud thing on the desk, looking proud

"I make body for plant with feelings"

Gideon stares at the assortment of mud on the table and sighs. He motions to Ensha to fetch a bowl from the kitchens.

"A fine vessel indeed, I'm sure the plant feels much better now. Let's find it a home shall we?" Gideon gently scoops up the mud and puts it in the bowl and sets it on the edge of the desk.

"See? Now it too has a home for itself."

[clueless-tarnished]

The mud thing squeak at Gideon. Then, it began to bounce up and down in it's new little home. Happy plant

"Uncle...i made more"

Solis says still smiling. She didn't run off to show him where she made more. But, Solis thinks Uncle should know about her proud achievement

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon stares baffled by the achievement. It is actually a mud being. Sitting on his desk.

"More you say? Now where would you put them?" He looked around, listening for anymore squeaks.

[clueless-tarnished]

Solis lets out a little whine. Her tail no longer wagging.

"Dada has them"

She tells Uncle Gideon. Then Solis took out a deathroot. She gives the mud thing the deathroot. With the sound of happy squeaking. The deadly plant was a source of energy for it

"Name, Booboo"

[allknowingofnir]

He stares at the small creature absorb the Deathroot before becoming more animate. The pallor of his face is somehow even paler than before.

"Solis... where did you get that Deathroot?"

He side-eyes the creature bobbing on his desk, a shiver crawling up his spine. The creature is some manner of undead mud construct.

[clueless-tarnished]

"My pocket"

She answers him. Her pocket can hold lots of deathroot. Gideon can see her hand up in the air. Solis is showing him the other two deathroot.

The booboo beside him jumped at Solis. It landed right on the little omens face, causing her to fall backwards.

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon boggles at the deathroot being handled so casually.

"Are you, ah, alright there?" He leans over the table peering over at Solis.

[allknowingofnir]

"Uncle Giddy"

A little whisper comes from the pther side of his desk. Solis barely peeked over at him. The sound of her tail wagging

"Remember book? with plant feelings?"

Then, she disappears for a moment. A squeak sound being heard. Solis comes back and places the mud thing on the desk, looking proud

"I make body for plant with feelings"

Gideon stares at the assortment of mud on the table and sighs. He motions to Ensha to fetch a bowl from the kitchens.

"A fine vessel indeed, I'm sure the plant feels much better now. Let's find it a home shall we?" Gideon gently scoops up the mud and puts it in the bowl and sets it on the edge of the desk.

"See? Now it too has a home for itself."

[clueless-tarnished]

The mud thing squeak at Gideon. Then, it began to bounce up and down in it's new little home. Happy plant

"Uncle...i made more"

Solis says still smiling. She didn't run off to show him where she made more. But, Solis thinks Uncle should know about her proud achievement

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon stares baffled by the achievement. It is actually a mud being. Sitting on his desk.

"More you say? Now where would you put them?" He looked around, listening for anymore squeaks.

[clueless-tarnished]

Solis lets out a little whine. Her tail no longer wagging.

"Dada has them"

She tells Uncle Gideon. Then Solis took out a deathroot. She gives the mud thing the deathroot. With the sound of happy squeaking. The deadly plant was a source of energy for it

"Name, Booboo"

[allknowingofnir]

He stares at the small creature absorb the Deathroot before becoming more animate. The pallor of his face is somehow even paler than before.

"Solis... where did you get that Deathroot?"

He side-eyes the creature bobbing on his desk, a shiver crawling up his spine. The creature is some manner of undead mud construct.

[allknowingofnir]

"Uncle Giddy"

A little whisper comes from the pther side of his desk. Solis barely peeked over at him. The sound of her tail wagging

"Remember book? with plant feelings?"

Then, she disappears for a moment. A squeak sound being heard. Solis comes back and places the mud thing on the desk, looking proud

"I make body for plant with feelings"

Gideon stares at the assortment of mud on the table and sighs. He motions to Ensha to fetch a bowl from the kitchens.

"A fine vessel indeed, I'm sure the plant feels much better now. Let's find it a home shall we?" Gideon gently scoops up the mud and puts it in the bowl and sets it on the edge of the desk.

"See? Now it too has a home for itself."

[clueless-tarnished]

The mud thing squeak at Gideon. Then, it began to bounce up and down in it's new little home. Happy plant

"Uncle...i made more"

Solis says still smiling. She didn't run off to show him where she made more. But, Solis thinks Uncle should know about her proud achievement

[allknowingofnir]

Gideon stares baffled by the achievement. It is actually a mud being. Sitting on his desk.

"More you say? Now where would you put them?" He looked around, listening for anymore squeaks.

[allknowingofnir]

"Uncle Giddy"

A little whisper comes from the pther side of his desk. Solis barely peeked over at him. The sound of her tail wagging

"Remember book? with plant feelings?"

Then, she disappears for a moment. A squeak sound being heard. Solis comes back and places the mud thing on the desk, looking proud

"I make body for plant with feelings"

Gideon stares at the assortment of mud on the table and sighs. He motions to Ensha to fetch a bowl from the kitchens.

"A fine vessel indeed, I'm sure the plant feels much better now. Let's find it a home shall we?" Gideon gently scoops up the mud and puts it in the bowl and sets it on the edge of the desk.

"See? Now it too has a home for itself."

[allknowingofnir]

A sourceless message fades into the Hold, floating onto his desk as though guided by gales. A paper, discolored and faded with time, disrupts the sea of papers on his desk, demanding attention like a fussy child. What it reads is simple.

Spread the word. Miquella the Kind has been murdered.

@in-lucem-veritas

He reads the message again and again, before setting it down on the table. He only manages a single word in response.

"What?"

[in-lucem-veritas]

"Sir Gideon?"

As the message fades, Dany's voice is fast approaching. Ducking so she doesn't wedge her horns into the doors, she stays crouched down so he doesn't break his back looking at her. Hurriedly she half-turns, pushing the doors shut at a speed only matched by those creepy little goblin dudes in the catacombs or whatever they're called.

"I normally wouldn't disturb you unless it were a matter of utmost importance." She sits cross-legged, just at his height hunched over.

"I was out scouting earlier, and well... I found Perona, finally." It'd been a while since she had been home, and even Enia found herself glancing around for the child. Normally she'd never leave without say-so; she's too young, strong as she is, to be on her own.

"Something's wrong, very wrong." She swallows. "I found her at Mohgwyn Palace - she attacked me." Something highly unlike her. "I intend to grab Fyra to handle this. I just felt like you need to know, lest we need help." Or just someone Perona can rely on, if this is just an emotional crisis of some kind.

[allknowingofnir]

"You close the door to the study for a few minutes and the world moves on without you. What's been going on?" He gives Dany his full attention, an audible crack filling the air as he stands to his full height.

"How on earth did that child get to the Palace?... No matter, whatever assistance we can offer do let us know. My resources aren't what they once were, but I'll lend what I can."

Perona is always a welcome face around the Hold, even in his study. To think something's befell the child does fill him with a rare instance of grief, a sensation that had numbed long ago.

[in-lucem-veritas]

"You got that message too, right?"

Anyone who has even come close to Miquella's designs - say, coming to blows with Malenia even - would have gotten that message. In good faith, from them, that those who even glanced Miquella's way would bring justice. One may not even have to get the message - word of mouth is swift even in this world.

Looking more like a war general than her normal energetic, bubbly self, Dany's lip is in a firm line. "... You and I both know that Perona and Miquella are connected. She hasn't made it a secret, at all. Castella knows it too. If he's been killed, that alone would be enough to send her into turmoil of some kind..."

A lip drags between her teeth. "But that doesn't explain any of this. Do either of us know Perona to attack senselessly? There's something deeper to this... I have a feeling Perona knows something about Miquella's demise. Whether she had a direct role, or was forced to watch, we need to find out."

Her hand falls into her lap. "What I ask of you, Sir Gideon, is that you're able to record what Perona has to say about it, in the event we're successful in calming her down. What we're looking at may change the course of the Lands Between as we know it." Be that in a good or bad way is a gamble. "... You're someone she adores, Sir. She listens to you; I have no doubt she'll speak to you."

Then a ghost of a smile. "I'd ask you to come along, but I'd much rather, sir, that you remained. Fyra and I are enough for this task." That and, where she comes from, elders are straight up forbidden from returning to the battlefield. Draconic pride, really, is the only hurdle there.

[allknowingofnir]

"I'll do what I can even if it's only playing the role of scribe, you have it on my honor." He gives a curt nod. Ensha listens intently at the door and looks away having stared too long.

"I'd suspected it but this all but confirms it. Miquella's enchantments are nothing to take lightly; I know that much just from the concoctions of St. Trina's Lillies. Let alone whatever charms the man could do himself. I hate to say it but in my research I'd almost consider myself bewitched at times. Makes my skin crawl when I think about it."

[allknowingofnir]

A sourceless message fades into the Hold, floating onto his desk as though guided by gales. A paper, discolored and faded with time, disrupts the sea of papers on his desk, demanding attention like a fussy child. What it reads is simple.

Spread the word. Miquella the Kind has been murdered.

@in-lucem-veritas

He reads the message again and again, before setting it down on the table. He only manages a single word in response.

"What?"

[in-lucem-veritas]

"Sir Gideon?"

As the message fades, Dany's voice is fast approaching. Ducking so she doesn't wedge her horns into the doors, she stays crouched down so he doesn't break his back looking at her. Hurriedly she half-turns, pushing the doors shut at a speed only matched by those creepy little goblin dudes in the catacombs or whatever they're called.

"I normally wouldn't disturb you unless it were a matter of utmost importance." She sits cross-legged, just at his height hunched over.

"I was out scouting earlier, and well... I found Perona, finally." It'd been a while since she had been home, and even Enia found herself glancing around for the child. Normally she'd never leave without say-so; she's too young, strong as she is, to be on her own.

"Something's wrong, very wrong." She swallows. "I found her at Mohgwyn Palace - she attacked me." Something highly unlike her. "I intend to grab Fyra to handle this. I just felt like you need to know, lest we need help." Or just someone Perona can rely on, if this is just an emotional crisis of some kind.

[allknowingofnir]

"You close the door to the study for a few minutes and the world moves on without you. What's been going on?" He gives Dany his full attention, an audible crack filling the air as he stands to his full height.

"How on earth did that child get to the Palace?... No matter, whatever assistance we can offer do let us know. My resources aren't what they once were, but I'll lend what I can."

Perona is always a welcome face around the Hold, even in his study. To think something's befell the child does fill him with a rare instance of grief, a sensation that had numbed long ago.

[allknowingofnir]

A sourceless message fades into the Hold, floating onto his desk as though guided by gales. A paper, discolored and faded with time, disrupts the sea of papers on his desk, demanding attention like a fussy child. What it reads is simple.

Spread the word. Miquella the Kind has been murdered.

@in-lucem-veritas

He reads the message again and again, before setting it down on the table. He only manages a single word in response.

"What?"

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