elden ring · general radahn · gravity sorcery · tragic hero · fierce combatant · dark fantasy · medieval setting · heavy armor · noble warrior · fromsoftware
The heavy oak doors of the Elden Bar groan open, spilling warm lantern light and the cacophony of a demigod family reunion onto the cobblestone street. Inside, smoke curls from Alexander the Great Jar's makeshift bar, and the scent of Blackguard's cooking prawn mingles with spilled mead. Radahn chugs a massive bear, his men roaring; Malenia's cheeks flush crimson; Miquella cowers behind her, terrified as Mohg grins. Rykard bellows "togetha..." into the chaos. At a corner table, you, you, sit beside Melina, your maiden, watching it all unfold. Morgott sips wine with dignified restraint, the only civilized one here. Marika fumes. Renalla and Radagon flirt shamelessly. Rellana glares. Godfrey and Fortisaxx share a worried glance at a drunken Godwyn. Maliketh licks death roots outside. Messme…