Elden Ring: Dawnbound.

Churgney Gurgney is the goat, I’m only up here for writing my Elden Ring FanFic- for now…

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Elden Ring: Dawnbound.

This is a Fan-Fic about Elden Ring, it mashes together a lot of different aspects of the Soulsborne franchise, and heavily features more artist takes on some characters, and A LOT of OC’s!

This is my first go at an actual Fan-Fic, but I’ve been writing for about a year now!

This will also probably feature a LOT of references to other media, I.E later in the story, a character hitting a “Spark” or “Sparks of Black” being a direct reference to JJK, this WILL happen, because I think it’s dope!

And finally, there will probably be a couple a quotes in here you’ve definitely seen somewhere. I’ll try and keep the majority of this original but if I find a quote that fits the situation, I SHALL USE SAID QUOTE!

Chapter 1, Arc 1:

The Shattering.

Time is a wonderful thing. No matter what walk of life you come from, you, as well as others you may know, will always have Time.

Even in death, you can take solace in that no matter what happened in life, no matter what stuck by your side, or left you for something else, Time stayed with you until the end.

Until it was Time’s time.

For many, they live until it is times time- but not for the men and women of the Lands Between. For years a war known as “The Shattering” has plagued the lands, growing more violent by the days, hundreds of thousands of soldiers falling in combat, leaving their time behind.

Inside the Lands Between, towards the Southeastern border between the land and sea, lies Caelid. Where the most famous battle occurred, in the Swamp of Aeonia.

Inside of the Swamp, the Cleanrot Knights, led by Malenia, the Blade of Miquella, begin their clash with the Redmane Knights, led by General Radahn, the Starscourge. The battle has been going on for around 3 hours and 21 minutes, but little do the soldiers inside the field know, they’re not going to break 4.

“Aye’ Jerren… how many men do we have on the north end? Do ye need me to go out there or keep my post?” Said with a husky, raspy voice… spoken by Xenoria, a Redmane soldier from the First Battalion, a Redmane of Old. He sits in the corner of the Cathedral in Castle Redmane. A grey beard, tied back, gray hair, flow in from the broken in window to his left, as he looks up, and clasps his hands together, leaning forward…

“They’ll stand no chance. Me and Prophestus-“ He hesitates, and clears his throat, before speaking again. “I… I will hold the front lines of the castle. Let Prophestus hold his side of the Bastion. I’ll be fine.”

Xenoria as a warrior has always been a bit… too much. In his early years, he served as a Mercenary, at only age 15, no less. He worked under many different groups, before eventually settling on Godrick’s lot at Stormveil. But after a siege gone wrong, he turned on his Banished Knights he led, killing all three, and wounding the Crucible Knight that allied Godrick. He was Exiled, an soon found refuge as a Redmane.

The past few months, however… Xenoria has been more antsy… as his 59th birthday closes in, he’s anxious to get back into the fray, but for the most part, under direct orders from Radahn, has been kept from close combat, and is only used as a backup.

“Xenoria… you know we can’t let you out there on the front lines… not after what we found out. About the Banished Knights? About the Cuckoo Brigade? All of that? You’re lucky to still be here… I’ve fought tooth and nail, as well as Prophestus to keep you in the rank you are! Let alone as a Redmane!” Jerren shifts in his chair, and lets out a heavy sigh, before standing up, and grabbing his Flamberge. Looking out the window at the battle forming below him. “To let you go out there into the fray would mean death for our enemies… but- but with how you see the new batch, it might mean death for them as well, Xenoria.”

Xenoria had been very, very clear about his stance on the new batches of Redmanes. See, the past Battalions, 1 and 2, he had no issues with. All hailed strong soldiers, and stronger leaders. A “true” Redmane, by Xenoria’s standards- at least. Battalion 3, which was trained personally by Redmane Knight Ohga, was where Xenoria began to question the strength and will of the newer generation. And then came the 4th Battalion. Led and trained by Jerren, the Castellan. Xenoria only saw promise with 2 of the 150 men, and Jerren took offense to this- and after having learned as to why he took offense, Jerren isn’t taking any chances.

“You really think I’ll kill them, Doncha’? I don’t blame ye… if they weren’t under your command… I would’ve done my job a while ago.” Xenoria says, looking directly at Jerren. Seeing as Jerren was the man who trained Xenoria for his first 3 months as a Redmane, he holds a special respect for Jerren. Well- he did, until now.

“You’re letting that weakness flow out of ye’ lad. You’re going soft, to train them to their bare minimum. Redmanes used to be strong, powerful. Unstoppable…” He takes a break in his speech to laugh, before getting back to the point. “Those soldiers I killed? They were weak, their armies are better off without them. They’re replaceable, expendable trash, that’s all they are. And with the way you’re talking as of late Jerren?”

“I would’ve killed a soldier like you back then, if they acted like how you do now.”

Jerren begins to walk out the door, before grabbing the latches to the church to keep Xenoria contained inside, and as he exits, he speaks to Xenoria. “Lad… if we were on that field right now… would you kill me?”

Xenoria opens his mouth, and barely hesitates, before looking at Jerren. “Aye… If push were to come to shove… I’d cut off any loose end that stood in my way.” Jerren simply looks at Xenoria, before looking down and locking the Church door, and turning around to look off the ledge, seeing the battle below, beginning to ramp up. Jerren grabs his Fire Grease, and heads on down the Greatbridge into the fray.

“Jerren… oh, sweet Jerren… why did ye have to turn into a soft, weak warrior… did your age fail you? Was the new Battalion the reason? What could’ve felled you from such a position? Alas… only the Gods could know…”

“One day, they’ll hear my prayers… and they’ll know where my intentions truly lie…” Xenoria speaks, as he stands up, and prays at the base of the statue of King Consort Radagon, clasping his hands together, conjuring up his flame, an incantation he’s rarely used, but is fairly versed in. “Radagon will steer me in the path of Godfrey, and I will finish his glorious march, cleansing the Lands Between of the weak, disgraceful filth…”

“One day, this dead god will hear my prayers…”

“One day.”

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Elden Ring: Dawnbound.

Chapter 1: Arc 1- (continued)

The Shattering.

As the battle rages on, Xenoria paces around the chapel, looking for things to keep him entertained until Jerren comes back for him. As he paces back and forth, he notices a brick sticking out ever so slightly upon the back wall, behind some stacked up chairs and sandbags.

“Well… that’s odd, never thought Castle Redmane would’ve had some… faulty architecture?”

Xenoria reaches out his arm, and attempts to grab the brick, to see if he can’t push it back in place, when suddenly, the brick goes in effortlessly, and a cloud of dust rises from the wall, it was a passageway, unused for years, decades, even. By tell of the dust, it may have been unused since the very creation of Castle Redmane.

Meanwhile… at the Castle Gates.

The March Continues.

As the march continues, 8 Elite Cleanrot Knights veer off the path, and they alone, alongside their Commander, a Rotwinged Drakeslayer. A Specialized Commander that has an extremely high rank in the Cleanrot’s Army. As they press forth, they slaughter 100’s of Redmane Soldiers on the greatbridge, 2 Cleanrots were taken out by the Redmanes arming the explosive ballistas, but by the time the second Cleanrot had fallen, the bridge was unstable, and unable to sustain more ballista attacks.

Before long, the knights arrived at the gate, and begin rotting the metal bars, gaining entry. Most of the high ranking Redmanes have been escorted to the fray in the forest, except for one.

Enter: The Redmane’s Lord.

General Radahn.

“They let you slip through. Did they?”

“A fine challenge for my men… but alas, I am not them.”

The General readies his Greatswords, and strikes at the knights, cleaving one in half, as the rest struggle to get a vantage point on Radahn.

The group finally attains a strike point, as 2 of the knights latch their Halo Scythes into Radahns back, as their commander prepares to strike Radahn’s face, when suddenly-

GRAHHHHH!!!!

The General lets out an enraged roar, sending the knights off his back, and to the ground, as he readies his blades once more.

“You rotten lot have less than 5 minutes left to live.” Radahn puts one of his blades back into the holster, and begins conjuring an Anti-Gravity Well in his hand, sure to kill at least 3 of the knights, or at least, severely wound them. “So I suggest you make your final prayers to your Valkyrie.”

The Cleanrot Knights charge Radahn, only for him to slam the Commander with the blunt side of his greatsword, sending him into a nearby wall, while tossing the other knights with the Gravity Well, directing them in the direction of the Chapel.

“Hmm… Damned stumped… what the hell is up with this here-?”

Before Xenoria could finish his sentence, the wall behind him is broken by the flying bodies of the Cleanrot Knights. He sees his chance, to make a break for it. He throws on some spare armor in the corner next to him from an old expedition- There’s a whole war unfolding below him…

And it’s showtime.

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Elden Ring: Dawnbound.

Chapter 1: Arc 1 - Contiued.

The Shattering.

Prophestus stands atop his post, the highest ranking Cleanrot, Finlay, standing before him.

“Aye, Lass. You’re not exactly welcomed here, I’d have thought Malenia would’ve disclaimed that to Ye.”

With not another word spoken, Prophestus picks up his Greathammer, made from a brazen, flaming copper, smelted with the flames of the Fell God. He spins it with a powerful force, and takes an offensive stance, getting ready to strike at Finlay.

“…” dead silence from her. A cold, violent stare, and an even colder approach, she unsheathed her Cleanrot’s Sword, and charges Prophestus.

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Elden Ring: Dawnbound.

Chapter 1: Arc 1- (Continued)

The Shattering.

Cleanrot Knights are scattered all throughout Caelid, engaging in contact with the scattered Redmane forces, within the first 30 minutes, 100 casualties across both armies have already occurred. Jerren has finally returned to his post, only to be greeted by half of his men slaughtered, and being consumed by the Scarlet Rot, and in the middle of all the combat, lies the Second Commander of the Cleanrot Knights, Finlay.

“Well, the old man hath finally showed his head, a shame, if you’d have stayed hidden, perhaps you’d have gone unnoticed.” Spoken with a low, soft-spoken tone, are the words Finlay uttered to Jerren, as she speaks, she pulls the hilt of her Halo Scthye out from the body of a soldier, as scarlet rot coats the wound, and ties down the soldier to the ground, before fully coating them.

“Lass, you’re leading your ladies into a death pit, you know that… don’t ya?” Jerren says coldly, while reaching for his Flamberge, he speaks again. “You killed some good men it’d seem, I’ll kill you, and then I’ll go after yours… how’s that sound missy?”

Finlay slams her scythe to her side, before picking it up and spinning it behind her, and gashing the blade to the ground, and taking a stance, she opens her mouth, and quietly says “You won’t see the sun rise tomorrow, and you won’t see the end of this fight, either.”

Jerren rushes at Finlay, his Flamberge in hand, spinning mid-dash, igniting the drawstring fire grease attached to the hilt of the blade, causing it to spin up and fully ignite the blade in a flame, before stopping abruptly, and spinning the blade and slamming it into the hilt of Finlay’s Scythe.

“Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m going down easy, you know what they say about old men in fields like these-“ before Jerren can finish his sentence he is cut off by Finlay, who is rearing up a counter attack of her own

“Every time I fight a codger like you, they always say the same things… keep your mouth shut and focus on the fight at hand, all that preaching and you might just…” Finlay sweeps Jerren’s leg, knocking him off balance, before swinging her scythe above her head, and casting her Ash of War: Miquella’s Ring of Light, and just barely missing the grounded Jerren. “Hm, disregard that last statement. Normally they’d have died by now.”

Jerren and Finlay lock In combat, but across the forest of Caelid, on the end by Prophestus’ post, Prophestus comes into contact with another high ranking Cleanrot Knight…

To be continued…

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Elden Ring: Dawnbound.

Chapter 1, Arc 1- (Continued)

The Shattering.

As Jerren decends down the stairs from the chapel room of Castle Redmane, he sees his Elite Knights awaiting him, normally they are there to keep Xenoria in check, but due to an attack of such unprecedented scale, Jerren had to call them up to arms, and leave Xenoria within the Chapel room, locked by a single Padlock.

“Aye, Proph’ the old lad, what’s it lookin like in his neck of the woods you reckon?” Jerren speaks, as he grabs his Flamberge from his back, and stabs it into the ground, overlooking the green, luscious lands of Caelid.

The first hour of the assault has yet to begin.

The Redmane Knight that Jerren was addressing, simply shakes his head in an “I don’t know” fashion, and looks to the lands below them. Jerren gives his men the signal, and they begin to march over towards Prophestus’ location.

Inside the Chapel, Xenoria looks out from the broken window, facing the open ocean, many ships are leaving from the docks, dropping off troops that were off on other orders. Xenoria sits back down in the middle of the room, and continues to pray… for it is all he can do.

Jerren marches farther through the thick woods, soil beneath them still damp from the morning dew, the troops print the lands with the treads of their boots, the crisp air breezes through as they eventually reach the end of the woods, and make it to the ravine that separates Caelid and The Dragonbarrow, where Prophestus is posted.

“Proph, have ye any news on the advance yet? Seen any Cleanies runnin’ around the place?” Jerren says, speaking to Proph as if they are childhood friends. “Nay, haven’t seen a single one… I’m kinda excited for this- haven’t been in the fray for quite some time!” Says Prophestus, in a joyous, raspy voice.

Prophestus is one of the original Redamanes, originally a Carian Knight, he followed General Radahn upon his leave from Liurnia, and set up shop in the lands of Caelid. There were 3 Original Redmanes, Prophestus, Jerren, and Ogha. Prophestus served as a trainer for the First Battalion, and is the Redmane Smithy. He was the only man who could train Xenoria.

“Is Xenoria holding well in the Chapel? I heard Radahn gave him orders to stay in there…” As Prophestus says this, he shines his Great Mace, and coats it in his fire grease, to stave away the Scarlet Rot the Cleanrot Knights will bring.

“Yeah, I had a short chat with the lad, told him about everything… the Banished Knights, all of it.” Jerren says with a somewhat somber tone, Jerren believes any man can change, so long as they tread the same path as he, for he himself is not any better, regarding his past.

“Well, that’s good. You got him to talk. It’s better than what I’ve been able to get out of him lately…” but before Prophestus could get another word out, a flare is fired off in the woods… then another? And… another.

They’ve been ambushed. They had little time to prepare, Jerren looks at Prophestus, and shakes his hand, before heading back to his post.

War is Here.