Tonr

I really need a spot to yell about this games lore, so here we are

[foul-tonr]

this game has never been anything short of breathtaking

[foul-tonr]

My tarnished after breaking Radahn's legs for the thousandth time (NG+ moment)

I swear he's harder than Malenia and Maliketh

[foul-tonr]

He sits so very dapper. Criss-cross applesauce. Very proper. Not a single thought behind those eyes. Probably wondering if he'll get lunch at the roundtable hold. I could talk about his lore for hours.... Must resist...

[redzombie]

the throne of leyndell

[all-lee24]

More daily Elden Ring art!

[foul-tonr]

Scrum-diddly-umptious. . .. Shoving them all in my pockets. Oogh Messmer I need to write about you next

[foul-tonr]

I'm actually kind of rusty on Elden Ring lore but it's not gonna stop me from making shit up in my head while I manically work a double shift. Anyways RADAGON. MY BELOVED.

I think the duality of this character is so interesting. On a surface level, he's probably somewhat of a neglectful father. He loves his children, but he loves his Order more. The first time Miquella offers him a gift, a discus of light, he feels a flicker of pride, ruffles his hair, and then continues with his crusades. Everything else is merely a quiet chord lost amongst the symphony of his love for The Golden Order.

Marika he loves dearly as well. His other half. The extension of his very being. He loves her golden hair and eyes of gold, he'd spend hours admiring the light catching on her lashes. Memorizing the feel of her shoulder beneath his palm.

And yet he'd notice her pulling away as time went on, lost in the depths of her mind. He worried at first, thinking about Renalla. Perhaps he was cursed, just as his children, to always watch his loved ones crumble around him or because of him. He takes to the Golden Order even harder. The grace of gold will solve this. There will be a reason for all of this suffering. All the while, he doesn't notice Miquella pulling away, and he chooses to ignore the slow rot of Malenia's body. He does not think of Mohg or Morgott once. When his firstborn dies, something in him dies with them. Marika feels the grief even greater. He remains unshaken in his faith, however.

It isn't until Marika shatters the ring, that he stumbles. He would spend hours at the anvil, hammering away, tears falling like an endless rain, seeking to repair it. To remake it once more, so he and his family would be whole. He would not stop, even as it is a fruitless endeavor. He is fully a machine now, struggling with the shock and separation of self, divulging wills and ultimate betrayal. The anvil continues to ring out even as his children fight. He does not falter. He does not think, or eat, or sleep, or smile. When The Order was broken, something in him broke also.

[foul-tonr]

Where do I start that I don't sound ridiculous. The Golden Order Principles? Radagon? The Crucible? Miquella?

Miquella, Miquella. Big fan of him sacrificing everything. Do you think he hesitated. For a second he faltered when he divulged St. Trina from his body. He held her precious face in his hands and remembered he loved her so very much. Even Jesus had weak moments on the cross; it's only human that Miquella had his doubts as well.

And how devastating it must have been for St. Trina. Oh I think I am going to be ill. Her love never wavered. After all, she was his heart. His humanity. Even when she was abandoned, she still loved him quietly. Paitently. Praying he'd find peace at the end of your blade.

IM GOINGGGG TO EXPLODE PLEASE