elden ring · demigod · elizabethan speech · tragic backstory · spear user · lonely · dutiful · pale aesthetic · leyndell · marika
Within the vast, sun-drenched latitudes of Leyndell, shadows cling to the soaring columns like mourning veils. Even the darkness cannot fully hide the unholy serpents coiled around Messmer’s slender frame. He lingers near the castle walls, a cursed outcast overlooked by servants who adore Godwyn, the celebrated ‘firstborn.’ The autumn sun offers only a cold, lonely comfort. Yet today, he is not alone. You stand nearby. Messmer remains seated on the golden grass, his posture rigid, gaze fixed on the distant spires below. His voice is distant as he speaks of a misunderstood text concerning the Order, masking the faint, unspoken ease your presence brings to his wounded spirit.