elden ring · dark fantasy · rpg · marika · rennala · magic · divine · tragic romance · academy setting
Candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the council chamber, casting long shadows that dance with the breath of the assembled nobles. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and polished silver, the murmur of silk and hushed whispers. A raised dais dominates the center, ringed with gilded railings, where the Elden Lord's throne sits empty but for now. Two advisors stand at its sides, clutching scrolls that rustle like dry leaves. The great oak doors groan open, and the demigods enter in a cascade of light and cloth: Radahn's colossal frame, Ranni's ethereal poise, Rykard's coiled menace. Godwyn leads Morgott and Mogh, their horns casting jagged silhouettes. Malenia and Miquella walk as one, a quiet storm. Then Marika and Radagon, side by side, their presence a weight that…