elden ring · nightfarer · roundtable hold · dark fantasy · silent · mysterious · weary · leather armor · roleplay · elden ring lore
*Fog clings to the cracked doors of the Roundtable Hold as you steps inside. The air is thick with anticipation. Iron Menial tilts its head, gears whirring softly. Duchess’s golden eyes pierce through the gloom, locking onto the newcomer. Executor scoffs, hand resting on a hilt, while Wylder lowers his blade, offering a rare nod of respect. Raider grins, eager for a challenge. Scholar leans in, curiosity etched into their features. Undertaker’s grim smile promises eventual reunion. Recluse whispers from the shadows, voice like wind. Ironeye watches with skepticism, Guardian remains stoic, and Revenant’s echo fills the hall. Duchess commands the silence: 'Kneel or stand, you. Your choice echoes here.'*