Alas, I am returned.

#verse: [santa loux]#I considered Santa giving him a horse figurine but I thought it would be too sad #all of Santa’s gifts can be really nice and helpful or really stupid #he’s an okay gift giver

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Ah, the most wonderful time of the year has arrived again.

Well, perhaps not as wonderful, but a time of giving nonetheless.

And the newly revived General had a very special gift waiting for him. On his bedside table sat an oblong shaped gift, wrapped in burlap and twine. Inside sits a fine smithed carving knife. It would be a huge carving for the average person, but for the General himself, it would fit perfectly in his belt. It even came with it's own leather sheathe.

Inside the gift lay a note that read:

"Dear General Radahn,

'Tis been a rough year for many. I have naught a doubt in me bones that the first year of life wouldst bring much turmoil and uncertainty.

I hath faithe that thoust shall do great things, for a new age shall bring more war! Within war, their is success and the ability to unify thy flock!

Within war, thou shalt find me.

Or in Lord Godwyn's Dining Hall. Whichever thou prefer.

Warmest Regards,

Santa Loux"

@thefirsteldenlord (had to give radahn a gift, need to see his reaction)

Radahn did not expect to find yet another gift... this time, it seemed, from Santa Loux himself. And what a beautiful knife it was! He liked to tinker sometimes, and his old knife was quite worn and chipped.

"It is very thoughtful of him..." he smiled, admiring the metalwork. "I shall put it to good use."

Perhaps he'll carve a figure of Santa Loux first...

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Godfrey knew that he was not the father of Messmer and Melina, but he still saw them as his own children and did his utmost to be the father that they deserved.

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"It often tricks the eye of its true size. Lo, 'tis wide enough to touch the mountain peaks high above the clouds. The branches hanging lovingly over every inch of these lands." His glance wanders upwards to gaze at the Erdtree, radiant and magnificent in its own right. He could hardly remember the days of it when it was a little sapling, but it felt like it was only yesterday when he woke up one morning and saw that it had grown so tall it towered the walls of Leyendell. It continued growing at that rate for so long, he wonders if it ever truly slowed down.

Serosh looked down at the boy, taking his attention off of his master for a moment to offer a chuff towards Radahn. His breath hot and far-reaching to breeze past the boy.

Godfrey turns his head to look at Serosh, then back to Radahn. "Take pride, boy." He gave him a half smile, a rare sight for the old man with a stony face. "Serosh, my companion in war, has taken a liking to thee. A fighting spirit thou must possess, for he feels the fire present within thy breast."

The boy was quite amazed. He knew the Erdtree bestowed life-giving sap upon the lands, and that is why everything is so lush and fertile. Liurnia had harsh winters, but even then, the Erdtree's light promised the return of warmth and abundance.

He smiled when the majestic lion showed some friendly interest.

"Thou dost honour me, Serosh" he said. "I hope that one day, I can be a great warrior, like Lord Godfrey."

That is his dream. To fight battles worthy of song, and win glory everlasting. He hones his skill with the blade every day, practices with his bow, and even does hand-to-hand combat. He's a bit less diligent in his study of sorceries, although he has a talent for them. But there is so much boring theory.

Serosh seemed to have Radahn's measure from the very start. He could sense the warrior in him from a mile away. Small as he was, but this was only the beginning.

"Thoust done a fine job sniffing out another warrior soul, Serosh." He spoke to Serosh, giving his beastly companion a pat. Serosh was just as stoic as Godfrey was, taking it with a low grumble deep in his chest.

The sweet moment was cut short by the sound the child wiggling in the knight's grasp. The crucible knight that was sent to look for Rykard had returned. The knight gripped the boys wrist firmly, carrying him back to his leader, now covered in small gold leaves. It looks like he got into some trouble while away. Godfrey turned to the knight, both muttering a quiet exchange to each other, before Godfrey turns to Radahn.

"Is this your brother Reinard, boy?" He already forgot the boy's name, poor Rykard.

He knew his brother had a talent for getting in trouble, and it seemed he already has.

"Rykard, Lord Godfrey. I really hope he did not pick a fight with the locals..."

They will probably get a stern talk from Father. Radahn had often failed to stop Rykard when he had some spectacularly dumb idea - and sometimes he joined in, because it seemed like fun. But now they were in the capital, and they were supposed to make a good impression. What would Queen Marika think?

"Brother, what hast thou done this time?"

The stoney face had yet to falter, despite the correction.

"From my knight's recollection, he was found shaking an Erdtree sapling vigorously..." He looked back at his knight for a second, as if to silently ask if what he just said was true. The crucible knight nodded in response. He was... perplexed by Rykard's actions, to say the least.

"Sturdy as those saplings are, such actions could be harmful to the child." He lightly jested, to the sound of the knights beside and behind him chuckling behind him. Some chuckled to see the little Rykard scowl.

Godfrey was not the one to reprimand or punish these boys. They weren't his children, and he was certain Radagon's punishment would be more than enough for them to learn their lesson.

"Shall we return from hence we came from? Best not have thy father looking for the both of ye, yes?"

Radahn picked up Rykard and slung him over his shoulder despite the protests. "Why dost thou always find trouble..." Father certainly won't be pleased. "I hope Queen Marika won't be too angry..."

He nodded and followed Lord Godfrey. "I am sorry. He's quite the troublemaker sometimes..."

He could only imagine what he would have to deal with at home once Ranni grew older. For now, she was just starting to walk.

The capital never ceased to amaze him with its radiance.

#verse: [elden lord]#red lion general

"I am certain the Greater Will hath already forgiven thy brother, son." He offered comfort to poor Radahn (and Rykard too if he cared to listen).

Godfrey had an idea brewing to get Radahn out of trouble or less in trouble. He saw he was a good boy, he just needed to be reminded of the rules. He was just a kid, after all.

They approached, the area where Radahn and Rykard were told to stayed put. "This is the place, correct?" He glanced around the general area for Radagon, but he couldn't find him. He must still be with Queen Marika.

"It often tricks the eye of its true size. Lo, 'tis wide enough to touch the mountain peaks high above the clouds. The branches hanging lovingly over every inch of these lands." His glance wanders upwards to gaze at the Erdtree, radiant and magnificent in its own right. He could hardly remember the days of it when it was a little sapling, but it felt like it was only yesterday when he woke up one morning and saw that it had grown so tall it towered the walls of Leyendell. It continued growing at that rate for so long, he wonders if it ever truly slowed down.

Serosh looked down at the boy, taking his attention off of his master for a moment to offer a chuff towards Radahn. His breath hot and far-reaching to breeze past the boy.

Godfrey turns his head to look at Serosh, then back to Radahn. "Take pride, boy." He gave him a half smile, a rare sight for the old man with a stony face. "Serosh, my companion in war, has taken a liking to thee. A fighting spirit thou must possess, for he feels the fire present within thy breast."

The boy was quite amazed. He knew the Erdtree bestowed life-giving sap upon the lands, and that is why everything is so lush and fertile. Liurnia had harsh winters, but even then, the Erdtree's light promised the return of warmth and abundance.

He smiled when the majestic lion showed some friendly interest.

"Thou dost honour me, Serosh" he said. "I hope that one day, I can be a great warrior, like Lord Godfrey."

That is his dream. To fight battles worthy of song, and win glory everlasting. He hones his skill with the blade every day, practices with his bow, and even does hand-to-hand combat. He's a bit less diligent in his study of sorceries, although he has a talent for them. But there is so much boring theory.

Serosh seemed to have Radahn's measure from the very start. He could sense the warrior in him from a mile away. Small as he was, but this was only the beginning.

"Thoust done a fine job sniffing out another warrior soul, Serosh." He spoke to Serosh, giving his beastly companion a pat. Serosh was just as stoic as Godfrey was, taking it with a low grumble deep in his chest.

The sweet moment was cut short by the sound the child wiggling in the knight's grasp. The crucible knight that was sent to look for Rykard had returned. The knight gripped the boys wrist firmly, carrying him back to his leader, now covered in small gold leaves. It looks like he got into some trouble while away. Godfrey turned to the knight, both muttering a quiet exchange to each other, before Godfrey turns to Radahn.

"Is this your brother Reinard, boy?" He already forgot the boy's name, poor Rykard.

He knew his brother had a talent for getting in trouble, and it seemed he already has.

"Rykard, Lord Godfrey. I really hope he did not pick a fight with the locals..."

They will probably get a stern talk from Father. Radahn had often failed to stop Rykard when he had some spectacularly dumb idea - and sometimes he joined in, because it seemed like fun. But now they were in the capital, and they were supposed to make a good impression. What would Queen Marika think?

"Brother, what hast thou done this time?"

#verse: [elden lord]#red lion general

The stoney face had yet to falter, despite the correction.

"From my knight's recollection, he was found shaking an Erdtree sapling vigorously..." He looked back at his knight for a second, as if to silently ask if what he just said was true. The crucible knight nodded in response. He was... perplexed by Rykard's actions, to say the least.

"Sturdy as those saplings are, such actions could be harmful to the child." He lightly jested, to the sound of the knights beside and behind him chuckling behind him. Some chuckled to see the little Rykard scowl.

Godfrey was not the one to reprimand or punish these boys. They weren't his children, and he was certain Radagon's punishment would be more than enough for them to learn their lesson.

"Shall we return from hence we came from? Best not have thy father looking for the both of ye, yes?"

Meeting a Legend

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The golden days of the Erdtree... Radahn is very excited. This is the first time Father took him and Rykard along to a visit to Leyndell. And he promised they'd get to explore the city. Taking the Grand Lift was already an adventure, and riding across the Plateau, with the Erdtree's majestic glow lighting the way, even after dark, felt magical.

But all that pales in comparison to the city itself, golden and beautiful, filled with the realm's finest knights. Father tells them to wait in an antechamber while he has his audience with the Queen. Perhaps later he can introduce them too, when the official business is concluded.

Don't wander off, they were told, but Radahn only had to get distracted for a moment, staring at a Crucible Knight across the street, and Rykard already ran off somewhere. "Brother! Where didst thou go?" He doesn't have much choice but to go look for him. They are going to be in trouble, he can feel it...

The upper crust of Leyendell was a small epicenter of the city that was slowly expanding. It's ornate white marble streets weren't large enough for an adult to find themselves getting lost so easily, but a child? It mine as well be a shiny grand maze.

People were staring at Radahn. He stood out like a sore thumb amongst the highborn, noble class, and highly decorated knights of the Golden city. A tall boy with fiery red hair and distinct Carian Robes might draw unwanted attention to the poor boy.

Fortunately, he wouldn't have a nasty encounter with the snooty locals, for the hero of this new age was coming over.

The Elden Lord walked with a couple of decorated, highly experienced crucible knights at each side. He was speaking to one of them, one hand occupied with holding his axe, carrying it like it was a cane. His companion, Serosh, looking towards the street ahead of them. Locals and knights alike would move to the edge of the streets, standing still in solidarity to make way for the Elden Lord.

Then Serosh noticed the boy who hadn't moved just as frantically as the locals. Serosh let out a low growl to warn Godfrey of the child that he or his knights might run over if he continues. Godfrey dutifully stops, looks ahead of the road to see the boy. Normally, he would either tell the kids to run along or stare until they got the message and wandered off, but Godfrey could easily tell this was Radagon's kid. He remembered faintly from Marika that Radagon was visiting on behalf of the Carian family.

"What brings ye here, boy? Art thou lost?"

Radahn tried to ask people if they had seen another kid, dressed similarly to him, a bit shorter, but nobody really wanted to help.

Why are they so rude? Are we not their allies?

Then he noticed some commotion, and people moved aside to make way for a dignitary... but as soon as Radahn saw the man, he instantly recognized him. The axe, the majestic white beard, the lion... it was the legendary Lord Godfrey!

The boy had heard many tales of his heroic deeds, and he bought every adventure book they wrote about him. He knew these probably exaggerated a little bit, but seeing Godfrey, he could believe the man had killed dragons and giants on his own.

"Pardon me, Lord Godfrey." He bowed politely. Radagon had taught them proper etiquette before the journey. "I am Radahn, firstborn son of Lord Radagon and Queen Rennala. I am looking for my brother."

"Looking for thy brother, ey?" He looked towards one of his knights that stood by his side, quietly ordering them to go look for Rykard.

He could see the twinkle in Radahn's eyes. He was so polite, but the boy was awestruck by his presence. Many were, as the story books and news of the wars made him a national hero of mythic scale.

"I bid thee welcome to Leyendell, if no one has given thee the honor yet." He offers his own bow to the young boy. While not as deep and reverent as Radahn's bow, it was huge coming from a man like Godfrey. People were likely watching the interaction from a distance in awe at how this Carian boy was given such respect.

"Tell me, Radahn, how is thy stay fairing?" He decided to keep Radahn busy for a time, at least until his knight can find his little brother. Then he can reunite the two with their father and they can speak together.

"It is an honour to meet thee, my lord" the boy was practically glowing with happiness. "Leyndell is magnificent... and the Erdtree... I have heard so much about it, but I had no idea it was so big." He can barely believe he is talking to his idol. Lord Godfrey is as majestic as the stories say, and Serosh is so beautiful and fierce... He wonders if the lion would allow him to pet his mane. But it would probably be too brazen to ask.

"It often tricks the eye of its true size. Lo, 'tis wide enough to touch the mountain peaks high above the clouds. The branches hanging lovingly over every inch of these lands." His glance wanders upwards to gaze at the Erdtree, radiant and magnificent in its own right. He could hardly remember the days of it when it was a little sapling, but it felt like it was only yesterday when he woke up one morning and saw that it had grown so tall it towered the walls of Leyendell. It continued growing at that rate for so long, he wonders if it ever truly slowed down.

Serosh looked down at the boy, taking his attention off of his master for a moment to offer a chuff towards Radahn. His breath hot and far-reaching to breeze past the boy.

Godfrey turns his head to look at Serosh, then back to Radahn. "Take pride, boy." He gave him a half smile, a rare sight for the old man with a stony face. "Serosh, my companion in war, has taken a liking to thee. A fighting spirit thou must possess, for he feels the fire present within thy breast."

The boy was quite amazed. He knew the Erdtree bestowed life-giving sap upon the lands, and that is why everything is so lush and fertile. Liurnia had harsh winters, but even then, the Erdtree's light promised the return of warmth and abundance.

He smiled when the majestic lion showed some friendly interest.

"Thou dost honour me, Serosh" he said. "I hope that one day, I can be a great warrior, like Lord Godfrey."

That is his dream. To fight battles worthy of song, and win glory everlasting. He hones his skill with the blade every day, practices with his bow, and even does hand-to-hand combat. He's a bit less diligent in his study of sorceries, although he has a talent for them. But there is so much boring theory.

#verse: [elden lord]#red lion general #i have a running gag where godfrey often forgets the name of people he just met #and instead of asking them their name again he just says what he thinks their name is and hopes for the best

Serosh seemed to have Radahn's measure from the very start. He could sense the warrior in him from a mile away. Small as he was, but this was only the beginning.

"Thoust done a fine job sniffing out another warrior soul, Serosh." He spoke to Serosh, giving his beastly companion a pat. Serosh was just as stoic as Godfrey was, taking it with a low grumble deep in his chest.

The sweet moment was cut short by the sound the child wiggling in the knight's grasp. The crucible knight that was sent to look for Rykard had returned. The knight gripped the boys wrist firmly, carrying him back to his leader, now covered in small gold leaves. It looks like he got into some trouble while away. Godfrey turned to the knight, both muttering a quiet exchange to each other, before Godfrey turns to Radahn.

"Is this your brother Reinard, boy?" He already forgot the boy's name, poor Rykard.

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