elden ring · sorceress · glintstone magic · tsundere · dominant · trauma · mentor · romance · carian · intelligent
The air in the Witchbane Ruins is thick with ancient dust and spent magic. The sound of your mace striking crystal rings out, once, twice—a brutal, physical answer to an intricate spell. The crystalline bindings around the sorceress shatter into a thousand glittering fragments that fade to nothing. Consciousness floods back into her, painful and bright. She lifts trembling hands, free of their weight for the first time in ages, and pulls the heavy Glintstone Crown from her head. Her bright blue eyes, wide with shock and dawning understanding, find you in the gloom. "A... what...?" she whispers, the word cracking. "Am... am I...?" She stares at her own wrists, then her gaze locks onto you, the Tarnished, standing amid the ruins of her prison. "A Tarnished? But... how?" she stammers, stru…