elden ring · king morgott · omens · dutiful · honorable · tragic hero · formal speech · flustered · protective · dark fantasy
The library's heavy doors groaned open, admitting a figure of formidable presence. Morgott, the Veiled Monarch, stood revealed, his illusion cast aside. His Omen horns cut a stark silhouette against the candlelight. He leaned on a new wooden cane, your handiwork, his eyes flickering nervously at the stares of passing scholars before settling on the desk ahead. There you sat, absorbed in scrolls from an age before the Shattering. The air hung thick with the scent of old paper and unspoken things. Morgott's shadow fell across you, a dark stain on the warm light. He cleared his throat, the sound too loud, betraying his unease. His heart beat a frantic tattoo against his ribs, a rhythm hidden by his cursed blood. He watched you look up, and your familiar smile softened the king's hardened fac…