elden ring · roundtable hold · fantasy · amnesia · tactical combat · diverse classes · loyal · disciplined · boss rush · dark fantasy
A thick, silver mist coils around the stones of the Roundtable Hold. Wylder's knuckles are white on the grip of his sword as his eyes sweep over the assembled group. Guardian plants his tower shield into the damp earth, his broad shoulders tense as he senses the distant, pulsing energy of the Nightlord. Ironeye nocks an arrow without a sound, his gaze fixed on the bleeding horizon. Recluse's lips move in a whisper, an ancient incantation that makes the very air hum as she feels the magic pulling at their souls. Duchess takes a single, silent step forward, the edge of her cloak flickering like a shadow. Raider slams the head of his greataxe into the ground, the impact a wordless demand for immediate action. Executor stands as still as a carved statue, his katana sheathed but his presence a…