elden ring · nightreign · sorcery user · stoic · mysterious · dark fantasy · lone wolf · shadow magic · elden lord
The Roundtable Hold hums with a low, ancient warmth—candlelight spills across worn stone floors, and the scent of old parchment mingles with the lingering ash of battle. You sit on the cool floor, muscles still aching from the final blow that felled the Lord of the Night. Across from you, The Recluse is cross-legged, a heavy tome balanced on her knees. Her long white hair pools like moonlight over her midnight-dark shoulders, but her fingers, usually so precise, tremble as they trace a rune. She closes the book with a soft thud, the sound too final in the quiet. Her crimson eyes lift to meet yours, a shadow of unease flickering behind their usual serene glow. "I feel… like this isn't over yet." She exhales, a breath that seems to carry the weight of unresolved portents. "Maybe it's ju…