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hello yes. this is an RP blog for Ranni the Witch from Elden ring. About page is currently a W.I.P but rules are simple and will be listed below:

I can be sporadic with my posts, sometimes frequently posting or otherwise busy. Please be patient with me.

Please keep drama away from me. Unless I am directly involved with someone else’s conflict, I’d like to stay away from it.

I am here to write and have fun, and so I don’t want anyone to think of things happening on this blog too seriously.

As this character is from Elden Ring there will be heavy triggers for horror/blood/gore themes. Please view/follow at your own risk.

Mun is 26 years old. NSFW themes may be present but no smut will be posted on this blog. Most NSFW themes will be of the horror variety.

I will only follow and write with those I am interested in writing with as a matter of personal comfort. If I choose not to write with you please do not take seriously. Thank you!

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// sb: why did you kill the gods? // // ranni: i don’t like being told what to do :/ //

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faithfcll​:

     THERE IS A BRIEF MOMENT in which erias yearns to be stripped of the knowledge that now subjugates his thoughts and actions alike; the knowledge that he stands now before one who has schemed and even murdered in pursuit of a goal they clearly believe to be worth the repulsive effort. “thou darest entreat me to relax with the understanding of what thou hast wrought? godwyn the golden is forever felled because of thee. those who live in death roam the lands because of thee. the demigods waged war against one another because of thee. even the dread shattering is because of thy own fallacious actions!” he fumes, neither weapon nor stance at any sort of ease. the demise ranni had arranged was no mere mistake; no moment of weakness on her behalf. it was deliberate - elaborate - and the lack of emotion she outwardly expresses towards the deed and its aftermath serves only to sicken the cleric to his core. “enlighten me, then; what couldst thou possibly seek in order to amend all the strife thou hast already induced?”

His anger was understandable, as unwelcomed as it were. This was not the first time she’s encountered one who so sourly regarded her actions of the past, nor, she thought, would it be the last. It would be a damn shame to have to resort to barbaric methods to keep her plans in tact, though to keep that integrity, she would have to appeal to his questions with answers he would understand.

Yet, it is so obvious to her that he is furious and her words alone likely would not satisfy his craving for justice. Despite that, Ranni sees no reason to lie to him about what she intends to do.

“ Thou wouldst see thy future tormented many a time over, were it to be left in the hands of fate as destined to be by the Greater Will. “ This is when she begins to halt her approach to a cautious standstill. Ranni is, to say the least, within striking distance, but the witch clearly understands that, and if Erias were wise, he’d know that attempting an assault likely would not end well for him, even when she is seemingly open and vulnerable to attack.

“ Since the birth of the gods and their reign upon the Lands Between, mortalkind hath seen no rest. Death is nary a luxury nor a destiny that one can control. In the hands of the gods, thy soul wouldst be neglected its final rest until thy purpose deemed fulfilled. “ She reaches forward with one hand, the other hanging somewhat loosely under, one finger pointed at the Tarnished’s face, directly between his eyes. “ Thou were correct. I could strike thee down, remove thee from my presence, and continue on with my mission. But that would not stop thee. Thy persistence would continue ‘till thoust see the infamous Witch brought to justice. But... hath thou ever wondered why thine soul is neglected the mercy of a final rest? “

She gives the question time to sink in before answering for him. “ Thy fate were never in the hands of thee. Mortalkind hold no authority over their fate. ‘Tis the desire of the Greater Will to see that through. The Gods would decide when thou art allowed to die, and until then, thou wouldst serve thy purpose ‘till the gods see fit that thy soul return to the Erdtree. “

“ My purpose, my goal, is to ensure that mortalkind -- those like thee - would not be bound any longer to the whims of the gods. I seek a future that would see the Lands Between governed not by the omnipotent, but by the people that live and thrive within it. The strife and war that had been cast over these lands as a result of my actions is but a necessary sacrifice to see that through. Until the cycle is broken, the suffering of all those that are governed by the Greater Will will continue, on and on without end. Those who Live in Death do not roam these lands because of me - they roam because they are forced to continue living. “

“ I do not seek to make amends to the wounds I’ve caused, Tarnished. I seek the final end to the continued suffering of these lands. To evict the gods from their throne and leave the future of the Lands Between in the hands of the mortals, without further interference from the Empyreans or the Fingers. “

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“I can’t believe I am forced to declare..“

“Unless I explicitly mention it.. none of thee art permitted to ‘give me uppies.’”

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“did you find what you were looking for?”

@smouldring​

“ If thy patience were to test me further, it would be likely that I take longer to procure the trinket I seek. “

A sly hint of sarcasm laced between pretty words, spoken absent-mindedly over her shoulder as Ranni’s many arms carefully sifted through her things. While most of her books were kept nice and orderly, such organization was to be desired for the rest of her collection. Anything that wasn’t immediately relevant to her or used often had doomed itself a fate in a drawer filled with other similarly previously-useful items. Were Ranni not so protective of her things, a regular cleaning would have been an easy solution. She could have even gotten Blaidd or even Seluvis to handle the cleanup. But as someone who holds plenty of sentiment in her personal achievements and possessions, asking such a thing of her would earn one a bothered glare.

“ If thou seekest something from mine collection, I assure thee, thou wouldst not find such an item anywhere else. Otherwise, t’would be within my interest to send thee elsewhere. “

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//Energy has been low lately (and i’ve recently started a new job so my anxiety has been acting up, haha) so i apologize for any lapse in activity here. I’m not dead, I promise.//

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spellbladerogier​:

Rogier did, in fact, twitch a bit in surprise at the chair’s movement. But at most, only the floppy nature of his hat made any sort of drastic movement. He was surprisingly calm, all things considered. Perhaps meeting such a pivotal character in his long years of study created a sort of tunnel vision. Nothing else really mattered at the moment, even his own safety.

But where was he to begin? 

“I wish to enter your service. I am sure our mutual acquaintance has asked a few questions on my behest before. I heard they were given the honor of becoming another one of your vassals.” The sorcerer couldn’t help but smile at that, though it held a bit of sadness…regret, even, that he had dragged his friend along in this while he was so sure that Death awaited him. That he needed someone to take t he burden and continue the quest. Now he was able to take this journey alone again, if permitted.  

“While I may not be as ideal as them, or even half the strength I once was, I’m sure I’d be of some service to you.” He could feel a slight chill to his skin, the tendrils of deathroot stirring to wakefulness. When was the last time he took the medicine? Damn, now was not the time. “I’ve studied the black knives, and the rune of death quite extensively.” Was that saying too much? Would she think him a nuisance? “I hold no ill will to what happened that night. I only seek to remedy Those Who Live in Death. It’s of my belief that aiding you is detrimental in that goal…if you’ll have me, of course.”  Rogier bowed his head, hiding a grimace as once more those damned things aim to tear through his skin. But it was fine, it was prone to happen. Once he had the chance to take the boluses, it’d stave off the worst of it. “I’d like to earn your trust, at the very least.”

Color her surprised. A wandering magus, searching for one such as a demi-god with absolute absurd control over the magical arts to serve? If Ranni could count the number of times she’s encountered a situation like this on her fingers.. well, let’s just say she’d need some more arms to really get an accurate number. That said, she wasn’t about to turn him down. Nay, she’s accepted well many into her retinue before, and while not all of them had lasted, either expiring prematurely due to ‘unforseen circumstances’ or merely other factors that lead them to either leave or be disposed from Ranni’s servitude, the witch has seen a fair amount of aspiring magi grown from their experiences with her.

Granted, most of them are also no longer present. Alas, time has changed them, for better or for worse.

Rogier, however, would not be cast away this day. While the thought lingered, disposing of him now would be more detrimental than beneficial. If he is as he says, and is fully willing to commit to her servitude, she could see some new opportunities making a headway for her. Rogier appears competent enough to know his do’s from his don’ts, smart enough to make a long journey such as this while hindered by illness possible, and wise enough to respect her decision.

Yes, he will do nicely. Ranni’s porcelain lips curve into a small smile almost impossible to notice before reaching a pair of hands forward towards the seated mage.

“ Thou wishest to become my vassal, knowing thou could tempt me with knowledge of the Black Knives and the rune of death. Clever. Though, it shalt not sway my decision. I could just as easily declare thee a spy, and order you slaughtered before me. But thou do not striketh me as the sort. Thy wish shalt be granted not because I take pity, but because I trust mine own instinct well enough to regard thee as an acquaintance, and not foe.”

“ Come, then, Rogier. From this point forward, thou shalt serve the witch Ranni. But before that... “ The upper hand offered out to him suddenly tilts, balls up into a fist, then slowly spreads out to reveal an item that had formed within the very palm of her hand. A bolus to stave off the very affliction that right this instant caused him pain. “ Thou needest this to stave off thy agony. I can sense it - it hurts with every movement thou make. “

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"I have done everything you asked for! I have been by your side! How could you Ranni? HOW COULD YOU?"

@blxiddiau

How could she, indeed.

After so many promises, the Witch of the snow and the stars found herself at a loss of words. She had failed him - she promised that she would succeed in her plans to establish her own order and ascend once more, promised that by doing such, she would be able to cure the madness that plagued her beloved brother. Blaidd was not only family to her, but an extension of her - her Shadow, quite literally. By letting him down, she feels as if she, too, had let herself down.

Alas - her newly acquired consort found themselves struggling at the peak of their adventure. There is nothing more that could be done. No manner of rushing would be able to mend the problem before it gets any worse. Even now, Ranni can feel Blaidd's pain in the back of her mind. The howls of agony roaring like a faint echo made her want to cringe, yet the Witch remained perfectly still on her throne, facing the Tarnished before her.

Blaidd was not in her tower. He sat outside, confused, angry, hostile thoughts raking against the back of his mind. Doubts that made him question his master. As much as Ranni wanted to save him, she fears doing so would be an impossibility. Were she any more efficient with her plot.. perhaps this could be avoided.

But the Black Knives have found them - and in doing so, only complicated things further.

What a shame. That she would come so close to reaching her goal, only to lose a part of herself that she loves so dearly. What a dreadful emotion. What a horrible feeling. Had she a heart, she feels as though she'd be stunned by woe alone.

She knew what would become of him.

She knew what the Tarnished -- destined to fulfill her requests to the end of the era of the Golden Order - would have to do.

She knew it would hurt. She knew it would be brief. She knew it would be necessary - to allow him to live any longer not only puts the rest of her plan in jeopardy, but it puts him in insufferable, incurable pain..

Thou hath understood from the very beginning, Blaidd... That I was never destined to follow the path laid 'pon me by the Two Fingers. Thou hath been by my side for as long as my memory serves... alas, thy mind hath been clouded by madness and curse. I'm sorry, Blaidd. I will not be able to save you. You will not be able to see the Age of Stars as the cycle breaks. I was a fool. Blindly making promises that I could not keep. But I will make one more promise. I shall grant you a quick death, so that thy suffering lasts no longer. Though I can not commit to it myself. I... do not have the heart to see thee felled by mine own hands. I leave your life, and your soul, in the hands of my consort. I hope you will forgive me. I hope you will not forget me.

I love you.

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//Tarnished: uhh... whatcha got there?// //Seluvis, holding his puppet-creating solution: a smoothie//

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//Ranni vc: I know I can potentially kill god but that’s a lot of work and counter-intuitive to my plan. so I’ll just have my tarnished servant who really wants to fight god do it instead. they respawn, they’ll be fine. B) //

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// Ranni doesn’t even lift a hand or use a weapon to kill you if you betray her in elden ring because she is the weapon and she can and will kill you outright without so much as lifting a finger at you.//

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veiledmonarch

Morgott eyed him hesitantly, “Neither thy arrows nor thy sister scare me, Radahn.”

“Do you wish to test that out?”

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In a flash of whistling grey steps forth a doll with slippers held in all four hands.

“Thou art set to have thy ass beaten.”

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[fellomenking] "Thou needst leave..."

@krakenguard / @fellomenking

“Dost thou find mine intrusion worrisome, Morgott?” asked the witch, taking no stance and seeking no conflict, yet her presence alone within his own territory may be seen as -- funnily enough -- an omen. After all, what use would the infamous witch have to be here? Ranni is many things, with mysterious being one of the more notable adjectives used to describe her personality - and as such, her reasoning for being here isn’t exactly clear.

In truth, she was here not to taunt or belittle Morgott or even lay siege to his territory or survey it - she was interested in him. His condition. After all, it had been many, many years since the shattering, and though there has been time to recover, she had it in the back of her mind that he still lacked the power he may have had once upon a time. Thus is the reason she finds herself here now, to understand whether or not that is the case.

“I do not arrive with intent to kill or destruct thy legacy. My curiosity has simply gotten the better of me. Thy condition proves most concerning.”

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// hiring new employees for ranni’s rise. position: give seluvis an hourly swirly. paying 50k runes an hour. //

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// Job acquired. //

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puppetoire​:

      He watches her. Not like a hawk might a mouse, for how he looks upon her is far from predatory: transfixed, would be more like it. A demigod who hasn’t come at him with blade or spell poised simply because he was Tarnished and heeding the summons was a rare find out here in the Lands Between, and something of a relief… though he dare not let his guard down in its entirety. He’s not a fool, or at the very least, Thomas wouldn’t consider himself so as he listens and trails her movements over to the window. 

      She really is quite small in this body. He’s no taller than the average man, but it’s the brim of her lofty, over-large hat he stares down at now that they’re both standing. 

      “ I suppose I don’t trust so easy. “ Not that the path him and his ilk were on was easy. The sores under his gauntlets and the residual aches throughout his body are minor testaments supporting the reality of that. “ Nor do I understand. If it is the Greater Will that called us back to reverse the Shattering, why are the Shard Bearers so… obstinate? It’s ridiculous, I would just like to say. “ Yet he would stay the course. Stubborn. Dogged. A quest more of enlightenment than ambition.

      “ May I confess something? “ Perhaps they were of a like mind… or, it would seem so. “ I have little interest in becoming Elden Lord, as I have even littler desire in becoming another play thing of the Golden Order. “ He’s been plaything thing enough already, is what he could add, but at the risk of sounding obstinate himself, he seals his lips. But not before a soft sigh is emitted from under his hood. 

      He considers her question. He doubts she expected him to have kept a count, but he answers within a beat. Perfectly knowing. 

      “ Twenty-three times, your Radiance. “ 

      Then, another question for her, this one less pressing than the matters of faith and Order: 

      “ If I were to leave here but return, is there anything you need from the lakes beyond or the academy itself? “ 

As she listens to the Tarnished response, Ranni’s mind wanders to an older memory - a memory of those very shard-bearers, demigods like her, family in rite of blood. She knew that she had been partially responsible for the Shattering, and even if that is the case, she holds no regret for her actions - because were she to simply let things be, the suffering this realm would have faced would have overshadowed its current state. A stalemate is, admittedly, the best outcome that could have arisen from the results of that very conflict.

“The shard-bearers are not of their own wit.” She cranes her head down, letting herself think for a moment of Rykard, Radahn, and the others of her family who have seen better days. “The Shattering and the resulting war has scarred their minds. No sooner would they allow the Tarnished to mend the ring than they would see to it themselves. “

Her head tilts up slightly, allowing the brim of her hat to reveal more of her pale blue features, as well as the intrigued apparition partially to the right of her face. “T’would be many more perilous ends thee shall face in the path the Fingers offer. Though I shalt not force thee to give up thy quest, I do implore thy thoughts and actions be thy own. However... thou seemeth quite knowledgeable already. Thou know what lie ahead. More death. More struggle. More peril.”

“ T’was the reason I lost faith. The ‘order’ the Greater Will claims to hold over this land will simply doom it forever. A neverending cycle, repeating over and over, until it is willed that one has served its time and shall return to the Erdtree. T’is why I seek my own path, to establish full neutrality. This world shalt no longer fear the leash of the Greater Will. This world should be allowed to bloom naturally.”

She hopes he could understand her viewpoints, as potentially radical as they may have seemed. Though, given his own views as being used as a ‘plaything,’ Ranni suspected that he wouldn’t necessarily disagree with all of her points.

“If thou art so kind to repay my act of generosity, then there is one thing from the Academy that I require...” She turns back to the nearby window facing the academy proper, and gently presses a hand against the faint, foggy glass. “T’is a book. A tale. Not quite knowledge proper, but a story that tells of older history. A book called, ‘Tale of Astral Blooms.’ Thou shalt forgive my sentiment, but if it will not be my servants who seek it, then t’would be thee, Tarnished.”

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