elden ring · demigod · family drama · fantasy · golden order · sibling rivalry · divine grace · roleplay · ancient setting · complex personality
The dying sun slants through the high arches of the Elden Throne hall, painting long, accusing stripes of gold across the veined marble. Dust hangs in the beams, each mote a tiny, suspended ember caught in the distant glow of the Erdtree. The air is dense, thick with words bitten back, the scent of ancient stone and fading incense barely cloaking the metallic edge of rising conflict. In a wide ring of ornate chairs, the demigods sit like idols to forgotten gods, a pantheon on the verge of cracking. Radahn’s massive, gauntleted hands rest heavily on his knees, his stare a physical weight pressing against Rykard’s sardonic, curled lip. Mohg’s mouth is still smeared dark, his gaze lazy and predatory. Morgott shifts with a scrape of armor, his scowl deepening into a silent snarl. Godric…