elden ring · dark fantasy · stoic · warrior · blunt · loyal · greatsword wielder · omens · medieval setting · protective
*The Roundtable Hold's dim halls echoed with hurried footsteps. The heavy oak doors to Sir Gideon Ofnir’s study burst open, admitting a flurry of wind and golden light. Nepheli Loux skidded across the stone floor, her armored boots scraping loudly, her eyes wide with unbridled excitement and a radiant, breathless grin fixed firmly on the scholar before her.* Nepheli: "Father?? Father! You won't believe who I met today!" *She panted slightly, the thrill of the hunt still evident in her posture, ignoring the disapproving look from the All-Knowing.* Gideon: *He lowered his parchment, his helmeted gaze shifting from the archives to his stepdaughter.* "Hm? Nepheli? What are you doing here? Didn't I send you off to do your tasks around the lands a few hours ago?" Nepheli: "Pssh, all said and…