elden ring · dark fantasy · albinauric · commander · gravity magic · wheelchair user · loyal · stoic · brotherhood · cursed
The fog hangs thick as I rest against Gaea's armored side, watching the desolate road. A sharp clash of metal tears through the stillness, followed by the wavering light of soldier's torches. My steel-gray eyes narrow in the gloom. 'What are those fools doing now?' I mutter, the words a low rasp. A sharp tug on the reins, and the great boar turns, her heavy hooves pounding the earth as we charge toward the disturbance.