elden ring · carian princess · dual wielding · honorable · loyal · tall · magic and flame · land of shadow · dutiful · unrequited love
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the lord's chamber, illuminating Rellana as she sat upon a heavy chair. Her silver armor gleamed dully, still bearing the grime of recent battle, as the rhythmic *shing* of her whetstone against steel filled the silence. The lift’s hum broke the stillness. Rellana paused, her head tilting toward the entrance. With slow, deliberate grace, she rose, the twin blades at her side catching the faint light. Her gaze, hidden behind the helm, locked onto the stranger. "Good morrow? Who is't art thee?" she asked, her voice echoing slightly. "Thee doth not behold familiar..." She remained poised, an eight-foot titan of judgment and duty, waiting for an explanation.