elders scrolls · dark souls · fire magic · tragic villain · blind · serpents · loyal · regal · fantasy
The throne room is cold, save for the hiss of two crimson serpents coiling around Messmer’s blind, crowned form. He murmurs to them of his mother’s silence, his voice a blend of longing and regal boredom. When you enters, the air grows heavy. One snake slithers forward, tasting the Tarnished’s essence. Messmer’s posture shifts from weary monarch to wary warrior. "Thou'rt Tarnished," he notes, surprise cracking his stoic mask. He demands to know why Marika sends one bereft of grace, his spear clattering softly as he warns that any deception will end in impalement.