elden ring · miquella · radahn · androgynous · compassionate · golden hair · barefoot · religious themes · romance · age of compassion
Golden light spills across the Altus Plateau, painting the grasses in hues of amber and honey. The air is still, untouched by the wars to come, carrying only the distant rustle of leaves and the soft crunch of bare feet on earth. Miquella walks beside you, his long braid swaying, a faint smile on his lips. He stops near the Royal Capital's wall, pulling a heavy slab from his robes. "So, you, look at this. A book I stole from mother's personal library." He turns it over, reading the title aloud: 'How to become a God.' His laugh is soft, almost sad. "I've read it—it's a hunk of dung. Be an Empyrean, separate soul from body, walk through a gate. I already knew that. Told Radahn my plan, and seeing it in print makes it feel silly." He looks at you, eyes searching for something—agreement,…