NECREMANT . . .
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NECREMANT . . .
the revenant of elden ring's nightreign. revived by jaqi • 28 • she / they • p.s.t.
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new job is fun! HOWEVER! i have been working nonstop since last saturday (13th) with four different 11 & 12hr shifts sprinkled in there! today's my day off, work tmrw, chrimmus, and then who knows!
i'll be around when things are more predictable! love y'all!
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Show me I'm not afraid of you, Now
What truly was it that he wished to achieve? Was what he had already made come to pass not his true wish? To be certain of all things in this new era was paramount and now, faced with the idea that perhaps some facet of his will had fallen aside, Miquella felt himself tense. Only the steady hands continuing to braid his hair kept his thoughts grounded. "It will all come in time if it is meant to." Sage words from the still-young god whose core shivered, unsteady.
Soon, a hum came from his throat in response to her observation. "I would say that is kind, yes, but I can tell you are not out to cause me harm. To not lash out for being in my presence is not kind, it is simply the right way for me to act."
❝ Well, then isn't it awfully kind of me not to cause you harm to begin with, ❞ Daphne muses in turn, obviously taking some humor of the statement forward to ease the moment. A slight slip of her fingers has her undoing half the braid and threading his hair through again; no marring of the golden locks by her hands. Each movement rings chimes clear and melodic from her joints and medallions she's decorated with. Were one to simply pass by, she could almost be mistaken for Miquella's phantom, pale as she was in all aspects. The only telltale sign being the rhythm of her braiding his hair.
❝ .. I cannot recall the last time I've been this at peace. ❞ Another remark that feels awfully out of the blue despite being so present to her in the moment. Even with the small lull in their conversation, everything felt so serene. Whether it was simply an effect of his presence itself, or an element unaware to either of them, she wasn't going to question it. It was obvious Daphne wanted to relish this shared peace.
❝ I wonder if many feel this way in your company as well.. Must be quite hard to be without, once so entrenched. ❞
Something twines within the middle of Roland's brain, a rally come from the substance and the training of becoming a Priest of the Blood Church, whence this delicate doll doth pluck at her personal artifact. The cornea of his left eye shakes, and dost he blink rapidly to clear his vision--
Mesmerized by the summoning of three figures, transparent and real; all borne of their own personalities, all unique by their own faces! "Remarkable," awes Roland. Dost he place his palm upon the space of his breast, and dost he bow, as well as canst he within this sitting position. "Faire Tidings and fortuitous Meet to all of thee. I am Roland," offers he, freely.
And thus: dost he open his palm to this doll, the silvery bells ringed around Roland's wrist and elbow threaded like thin chains. "And thou?"
Helen is the one that seems to shy the most at the awe, canting her head aside humbly at the exclaimation. Sebastian does his best to convey a bow by bending all of his spine, lowering his cranium in tandem to match the man's - Roland's. It's when he sees his hand move towards the doll that the skeleton, still ever the doting butler, rises attentively to keep a close eye.
Roland's chime is met in kind with Daphne's as she, too, extends her hand into his. She's surprisingly soft and silken to the touch ( thanks to the silicone she's gloved in ), palm resting within Roland's. A firm grip follows, enough to convey respect without harm.
❝ .. Daphne. ❞ She gives her name naturally now. For a long time, it felt foreign on her tongue. Now with her memories fully embraced, it felt at home again. ❝ What is it you do, Roland? ❞ Curiosity keeps the conversation from stagnating at least.
loveless blue.
4a, can't sleep, thinking about daphne being tender behind closed doors.
i just think she's learned all her affection and intimacy through the stories chloe read to her + chloe's gentle care of her when she was still just a doll. i don't think she's overtly affectionate or even very handsy but while within shared privacy with those she's comfortable with, she's so very soft and affectionate. hair braiding, preening, leaning against / laying against, idle kisses to hands and arms and shoulders, like... augh... AUGH... don't get me started on the family cuddle piles either, i'll explode...
i adore all the added insights but i'm still coming to the conclusion that crafting the northerncroft story will have to be an independent thing for me as it's always been but god do i love all the added context that others have pointed forward in their essays waaaah AMAZING INSIGHTS!!! long long post to come once i get my thoughts together!
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i love this parallel so much because Hewg mentioned he met a girl who was like Roderika a long time ago, their eyes are the same hue...
Roderika's eyes have the same hue as Messmer's serpents and if you follow the theory that the serpents' eyes are his original eye colour, Marika as his mother probably has green eyes too.
there's also Rakshasa who i think is a surviving shrine maiden (or their descendant) who went insane in her quest for revenge (killing until she became a demon, like how Wolf turned into Shura), her eyes are also green (+ you found her buried right under Bonny village).
"She's crestfallen, and can scarcely swing a blade, but she has a gift for spirit tuning. I saw another one like her, long ago. Their eyes share the same hue."
My theory is that Hewg was one of the Hornsent at Bonny village, he probably took pity on Marika & treated her a bit better (well as better as you can get where your job is to put ppl in jars) and that's one of main reasons how she managed to survive and escape.
when she became a God & took her revenge, she spared him & tasked him with forging a weapon to slay a God. which is why even though he feared her, he was committed to helping her get her wish.
"But one day, without fail, you will have your wish. So please, grant me forgiveness, Queen Marika..."
he talked about the girl as if she was weak & feeble
yet he feared her
but he still seek her forgiveness & want to help her
those 3 points are solved following that theory.
if u need more subtle hint of Hewg's connection to LoS, Roderika said this:
"I know he was given this great entreaty; to craft a weapon which could slay a god. Though I can't help but think of it as a curse. A fearsome curse, put on him by Queen Marika."
same wording as the ones used in Nanaya & Midra's story.
and if we look at Roderika as a parallel to how Marika used to be, her pleading for us to kill the God / Marika is even sadder because the girl Marika used to be would hate who she had become in the end too. she's Marika's Trina.
EDIT 1:
there are Misbegotten in Land of Shadow, near Ruined Forge of Starfall Past (interestingly enough, Marika's name means "star of the sea")
after finishing Crumbling Farum Azula, Hewg will lose all his memories, as if he's another person altogether. so even if you don't buy the Misbegotten could also belong to Hornsent faction theory, it's also possible that that Misbegotten was inhabited by another person (the real Hewg) and became themselves again after Hewg passed away (and we knew Hewg passed away already because Roderika was crying and last time we spoke he already said his last words)
One Face, Two Names: The Thematic Connections and Foils of Revenant
[Revised 10/17/25]
With how coy FromSoft was about sharing any details regarding them, right up until release, Revenant and Executor stood as the most anticipated and intriguing Nightfarers for a great many people, myself included. In addition to their sheer mystique, this was also largely thanks to their designs appearing to imply some relation to various critical lore elements. Of course, we now understand these characters to have fairly minimal ties to the greater narrative and lore of Elden Ring, which may be surprising and disappointing for some. However, their thematic connections both to each other and to Elden Ring's central concepts run deep, and in keeping with the theme of synthesis, by reading them in conjunction, the individual components are elevated into something greater than the sum of their parts.
This focuses on analyzing the story and themes of Revenant. You can find the follow-up, focusing on Executor, here.
(Naturally, this piece discusses the entirety of Revenant's Journal/Remembrance storyline. I do highly recommend experiencing at least the final scene for yourself first, if only because it’s one of the most stand-out parts of Nightreign's narrative. You can view the full questline here. Additionally, you can read her Journal entries here.)
From our first glimpse of Revenant, I was incredibly excited about how overtly her design elements alluded to some of the game’s most deeply significant lore. Her hair being styled in narrow, parallel braids in front and a single larger braid behind clearly evokes Marika and, by extension, the Dominula Celebrants who wear their hair in imitation of her. Similarly, the figure on the back of her lyre also strongly resembles many depictions of Marika. That her hair is white brings to mind the jarred shamans, as well as Rakshasa, commonly speculated to have been a shaman, in part due to her hair and eye colors. In addition to this, Revenant's bridal veil, flower crown, blue shawl/cape with gold embroidery, and general silhouette all very strongly echo the Celebrants, whose festival revolves around a sacrificial blue-garbed maiden, and is overtly inspired by real-life fertility festivals. Dominula is also lush with flowers in a myriad of colors, of a kind only otherwise seen in the Shaman Village, save for the jasmine-like flowers at the roots of the Haligtree; blue, however, is consistently associated in Elden Ring with matters of spirits, death, magic, and night, making Revenant’s particular flower crown, and general color scheme, even more significant.
Then, there is the matter of Revenant being covered in medallions bearing the “nine-pupil” motif, the ring of circles around a central circle; I refer to it as such here because folks most commonly associate it with the eye of the Fell God of Fire, and indeed it is seen prominently all across the Rauh-style architecture of the Giants’ Forge and the Divine Towers, but it is also present, with varying numbers of “pupils,” in many other places, including the Verdigris Discus, the Miquellan Knight's Sword, the trim of Godrick’s mantle, and, as it happens, the accessories of the Celebrants. Given the clear significance of this symbol, as well as Dominula's relationship to Marika, the shamans, and the Godskins, and in light of Revenant's spirit-calling abilities, many were sure she would tie into the deep lore of the Lands Between. As it happens, she does not.
pondering that last post and albi's commentary about rev and lore things and just omg. omg. i can't believe i hadn't considered marika's village / people / the shamans... omg. omg.
i have consistently been remarking that i believe rev / the northerncrofts have to have something to do with the giants, or are from the time when giants were still considered part of the higher pantheon with the gods / were revered as such. her medallions have several different imageries we see associated with the giants (their eyes, the seals, etc) and her braids feel reminisce of the braids seen with the giants / giant's whip.
marika? ties to marika / the shamans? oh my god i'm so blind. it feels really obvious now that someone else has pointed it out and i'm about to dive into such a rabbit hole i'm so ecstatic!!! me like IT ALL MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW!!! and still, imo, feels validating towards my connecting rev to the giants because of all things considered lmao but. AAA!! EXCITING!! EXCITING!!
definitely have to thank @drenched-in-sunlight for having the observation in the first place. albi already has such amazing beautiful art but to have the insight too ohmygoddddd!!!! HELL YEAH!!!!!!
salutes. see y'all after i'm done deep diving this lore rabbit hole, hopefully with more observations!
probably just an artist thing but my eyes twitch a bit whenever ppl say Revenant's blue theme is related in any way to Caria and try to make lore connection from it...
that is not Carian blue... these are two different colours
Revenant's blue and design is reminiscent of Cerulean Coast (/ghostflame), the Mind (FP/ high Faith and Arcane which translated to her skillset), and the Dominula maidens
even the obvious similarity with Ranni is only in her doll form, which is modelled after the Snow Witch and her cold magic - that is actually closer to the Zamor Warriors, & not have anything to do with the Carian (notice how it's also the same light baby blue, not the deep Lapis lazuli blue of Caria).
Revenant doesn't just stare at Radagon's portrait, she sits and broods under Godfrey's portrait too, with a pose similar to the Marika portrait nearby.
i guess it's just strange to me all lore discussion i've seen of her only focus on her Carian connection (????????), while the Marika/ shaman culture influence is no where in sight (which in turn results in no one paying attention to the fact that 1/ Revenant is a spirit summoner, aka what Marika and her sisters were 2/ her ult gives life back to her comrades and grants temporary immortality... which is what Marika as Queen of Life also embodies).
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Crow can't help but huff out a coarse laugh from around his pipe, smoke winding up past his thin lips before they curl into an exhale-- a perfect smoke ring treading the air a moment later. "Mhm, no helping that. Iron Menial ain't exactly test tastin' what he puts in th'pot, and I don't reckon th'priestess is gonna be much better. Not when she'd rather head out with you lot anyhow."
He smothers a cough against his ragged sleeve, then another, before rasping further. "Not like kissin' cheeks or patting asses will do much 'gainst th'Night anyhow. No sense wastin' breath and time when ya could be gettin' ready." His own gaze doesn't flicker away before the perhaps unnerving visage of the doll, flinty eyes alight with some quiet interest and intent.
"Gotta offer for ya. Reckon it'll be more use t'ya than any of them others."
For as trivial as these housewarming tasks were, it almost perturbed the doll that her very family weren't being asked to assist. Frederick, though burlier than before, was and remained a rather satisfying cook. He was not like the mad pumpkin heads he currently inhabited. His wits, unspoken as they were, remained about him, only subtler. Even he looked as disappointed in this neglectful fact, sat mighty and childlike in the grass below their gathering, staring up at the rest of their collective.
Daphne's attention is taken away from her companion's spirit only as soon as the man's proposition piques her interest. Sky blue hues take him in the same way she takes in his little offer; with hesitation. She has doubts he knows what may truly be of use to her, so different from them all as she was, but she'll listen.
❝ Speak, then, of your offer. ❞