The Four Lords

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Hello | About the Admin

Hi. My name is Rose, and I’m the 21 year old admin of this blog. This is a multimuse blog now. :D Not everyone is here yet, but give it time. One or two more may come, to complete the ER family.

Muses are:

Dany (icon)

Agaravel

Perona

Elysia 

Tristania

First and foremost:

  1. I actually do not have Elden Ring but I have watched friends play it and I am well versed in the lore. Please do not be deterred from interaction.
  2. Please be respectful. Hateful comments are blocked and tossed into the pit with Gwyn and his hopes and dreams.
  3. Multi-ship friendly! ^^ Just ask. The admin is friendly.
  4. I’ve been out of the roleplaying scene for years - there is a story behind that I will tell to those curious - so I am a little rusty. Please be patient. ^^
  5. NSFT friendly! … Just some interactions beforehand to feel out the chemistry would be preferable, aye? Just let me know what your boundaries and such are - I don’t mind accommodating for you. As such, Minors DNI, interact if over 20+.

That’s about it, then. Don’t worry - it’s a good old time, isn’t it?

Now then. Allow us Tarnished to fight together, as one.

UPDATE:

RING THE LORE ALARM

If you want something outside the canon, or wish to speak to a specific verse (i.e Recusant Elysia, Lord of Chaos Agaravel) then I encourage you to say so.

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deathblightprince

benevolentcalamity asked:

"Can't believe this is what I'm doing..."

With a languid sigh, Agaravel meanders right back to the Depths, a sprig of deathroot reaching out to him. Plucking it as is its wish he stands just where the rest blocks him from leaving, as if solidifying the decision he's made.

Taking a deep breath, he hugs it tightly to himself, the thorns piercing his flesh, a rigid cold inside him. Only wincing he kneels down, soon just lying down, waiting for Godwyn to let him in.

He's lost everything, including his own self. He simply has one thing to ask of his soon-to-be Lord.

@eldenlordofdragons [Gara's not so grumpy anymore-]

deathblightprince answered:

The once Lord of Chaos would lay still, waiting for what felt like an eternity for an answer. His senses rapidly leave him, first his sense of touch, then taste, smell, and sight. The sounds dripping water and corpseflies are the last sounds he hears before that eventually leaves him too. He is met with a dark, deathly silence. An eternal, dreamless sleep.

Then his senses would slowly return to him. His ears were filled with a sound of dripping water and corpseflies once more, but his eyes would not meet the giant malformed corpse of the blighted Golden Prince. He was met with a realm of a purple, ice-cold water, skies blotted in a sickly red and yellow, and a hazy dark fog. The deathroot tree expanding far above their heads, it’s branches hanging above them to form the walls of this realm.

The fog parts to reveal a tall figure approaching him. The tall figure bore a crown of deathroot thorns atop long, dull blond hair that was matted with blood. He dawned a long blue waist robe with faded gold trim. A trail of blood lined behind him, only to slowly pool around him when he stopped within the few feet of Gara.

“I assume times art most dire if thou art coming to me for communion.” His voice echoes gently through the misty realm. The Prince of Death has made himself known.

eldenlordofdragons

Contrary to who he was in every shade and every color, Gara falls into a kneel, head bowed, as Godwyn approaches him. He has no room for pride anymore, for he never had anything to be proud of in this new existence, but perhaps by simply doing the opposite of himself… Maybe there’s redemption in that.

All the same he sighs, for he is unwelcome no matter where he goes. Well deserved.

“Godwyn… Prince of Death, to be my Lord when my life’s flame fades.” A strange raven-haired woman taught him such a phrase; a passing encounter where she was covered in blood and muck. He remembers her cordiality more than her rank smell - and his nose can sense trouble thousands of miles away. “I want to speak with you… Erm…”

For a moment he pauses, unsure where to go. Dany’s at the front of his mind, her set path to become the new Elden Lord to usher in the Age of Dragons as was promised to old Fortissax long ago. Biting away the thought with a drag of his lip he rises to his feet, propriety abandoned when he surmises he’ll be met with mockery no matter what he does. As if resonating with him the deathroot remains still, even almost bowing to him in apology.

“… I’ll ask few questions, but it may just be one if I don’t get the answer I’m hoping.” His hand raises, fidgeting in the straightening of what hair he has left. “… When I die, what will remain to pass on? Or I guess to put it in a way we’ll both understand, I’ve heard tell of ancient warriors leaving behind their Ashes, so as to aid the Tarnished.” He remembers every moment he is in battle that he is no Tarnished. “Will I be able to do the same? If someone calls on me with the bell, will I be able to fight with them?”

What has he left to lose?

elysia taught him that also yes this is risen gara oops deathblightprince he doesn't wanna be here but he's tryna be nice major character development is going on rn still hate his guts XD verse: risen agaravel
crybaby-tarnished
floodedatmidnight

Just so yall know, I'm not dead or lost interest. I'm recovering from from oral surgery and I just took some time off RP's and writing stuff to rest. I'm feeling a lot better now, so I think I'll start things back up.

Feel free to write and ask or starter at @thefirsteldenlord or @deathblightprince if you want to RP or talk to them. You can also check my pinned post on my blog to get info on my commissions. Their still open and you can DM me here if your interested. Thank you!

deathblightprince

benevolentcalamity asked:

"Winnie!"

Once again coming out of nowhere, Perona rushes up to him with a big smile. Understanding that he's huge she holds up what's essentially a cauldron of custard. (Totally wasn't enabled by Ensha.) It's a velvety lemon custard, said to soothe the spirit. Even the Sogwyn Dynasty is no match.

Offering it to him, she wags a nonexistent tail. "Custard!"

@eldenlordofdragons [Your serotonin, Sogwyn.]

deathblightprince answered:

The demi-god almost didn’t notice Perona, let alone hear her scurrying up to him with a pot full of custard. How the hell did she carry that all the way down here anyway?

Godwyn glanced down at her from his desk. His appearance was off, hinting towards his vast melancholy. He sat at his desk presumably working, yet he was wearing a sleeping gown. His crown of thorns no where to be seen, and his hair down and slightly messy. It appears he just got out of bed and without taking a moment to freshen up or even change his clothes, he just walked towards his office and began working.

He pushed his chair back so he could face her. He managed to curl a small smile for her as she offered him the custard with glee. “I thank thee, Perona.” He speaks softly as he takes the pot of custard from her and places it on his desk. Then he turns back to Perona with his arms open to her. “‘Tis up then, aye?”

eldenlordofdragons

Lighting up, both in terms of being happy and also becoming mildly bioluminescent, Perona climbs up onto the chair. With Godwyn’s arms there to steady herself on she’s in his lap in no time. Smiling, she gives him as tight a squeeze as she can manage. That, well, it’s only a bit stronger than last time, given the staves can be kind of heavy at times and only those serve to build any sort of muscle mass.

Who can refuse a hug, anyway?

“I felt like you were sad, Winnie.” She snuggles into him a bit. “And papa said, he mentioned, maybe it’d make you feel better!” Innocently ignorant of the depths of his misery, as it should be. “Popop and Aunty Castella... like it too!”

Looking up at his hair, she reaches up so she can get it. Blinking, she tilts her head. “... Winnie, did you just wake up?” Wake up wake up wake up, indeed. “Oh... I’d have made crumpets, too. Maybe next time, right?” Looking up at him with a big smile full of hope.

deathblightprince

Ahhh the poor sweet little summer child. She had so much learning and growing up to do.

Godwyn offered back a comforting gentle squeeze in return. Possibly the most gentle hug he could give since she was so tiny.

Her words made him contemplate his words before he responded. He had been awake for hours now, and left his bed long enough that still wearing his night robes would be inappropriate. Given his countenance looks rather damning, he doesn't believe he could just lie to her.

"I hath been feeling very uh... low, as of late." He admits carefully. He didn't feel comfortable with unloading his trauma and grief onto a little girl. It felt wrong to be honest. How could she comprehend it? What was she supposed to do with that information? Given as heavy as it was, the thought of retelling the story made his stomach churn.

"The custard suits this occasion just fine, Perona. Worry for me not, for 'tis a slow day for me."

eldenlordofdragons

“Oh...”

Leaning back a bit on his arm, she finds some of his hair and combs her fingers through it. He is so huge it is indeed like a tiny comb going through it, so this is hardly strange, surely. Once the section she has is presentable she braids it, having to get up on her tippy-toes to do the top all the way down. It’s a process that’s hopefully calming for both of them.

“It’s okay. Even the demigods cry and have bad days when they need to.” A line she picked up from Miquella, whom signals his presence in the flash of his rune in Perona’s eyes. Now nestled in both, his power is at her beck and call, as she has solidified herself as champion. The recent errand to fetch Malenia is proof enough she is prepared, but that doesn’t mean he is going to send her to the wolves and command her to lead the pack.

Nay. She’s still too young.

Unsure what exactly else to do, she leans back into him, giving him soft hugs as a continued show of her endless love of all things. Miquella’s power reaches in a bit, as if asking permission from Godwyn himself to proceed.

“... It’ll be okay, Winnie,” She says softly. “Someday, somehow... You’ll be okay.”

deathblightprince

Her little gesture to comb and braid a part of his hair was a sweet one, if not a little strange. He found himself holding her to steady her while she stood on her tippy toes to braid his hair. Funny enough, despite her standing up tall on his lap, he still had to look down. The demi-god was truly a giant, and yet that fact slipped his mind everyday.

"I hath wept enough tears as of now," And yet, he could feel the urge to cry welling up, "My Deathbed Companion couldst stand as witness to mine melancholy."

He reciprocates her hug, hold her gently as he could to not break her tiny frame. The embrace quelled the floodgates of tears somewhat, but he knew that wouldn't last.

"Perona, may I ask thee a favor?" He spoked in a hushed tone in an attempt to ease his emotions.

"May I speak to Miquella in private, if 'tis possible. My tolerance to Trina's Lillies hath become too strong to attempt to commune with Miquella through traditional means. If there is a concoction, or a way thou may facilitate so I may speak with my brother, I will greatly appreciate it."

eldenlordofdragons

Perona leaned back to properly hear his request, tilting her head like a curious pup. When he speaks Miquella’s name, the rune flashes in acknowledgement, as though he had heard his brother speaking. In truth, well, Miquella had been listening in on the entire conversation start to finish. To be fair, actually, he’s been there observing it all, less to eavesdrop and more to protect her if anyone becomes aggressive to her.

He’s done it once already, after all.

“Perona. I sense that the matters Godwyn wishes to speak of are of utmost importance… This is business between the Demigods. I have no wish to burden you with all of this, so allow me to let you rest deep within. Fear not, this will not hurt, it’ll simply be as though you’re taking a good nap.” Miquella’s voice, gentle as always, is assuring.

With a nod, she moves back so she can sit atop the desk, reaching and beckoning Godwyn’s hand. It’s huge enough to where she’s resigned to hugging it like a pillow, whether he clenches his fist or adjusts so he isn’t confining her by accident. He is giant, after all, in comparison.

Taking a deep breath, she moves one hand to her heart. “… Miquella’s Grace.”

Her entire body seizes, as though all the air has been ripped from her lungs, and after a moment of a minutely disturbing display of deathlike stillness her head falls down. Within seconds, her white hair flies free of its elegant ribbons, glowing a paler gold than that which surges in her veins. It’s the very image of her when she first calmed him, where her and Miquella converged to save him from an episode of PTSD that, if gone on a second too long, would have seen TWLID tearing her apart to protect their Lord.

When next she opens her eyes, her head raises once more, both hands resting atop Godwyn’s as she crosses one leg, Miquella’s rune shining brightly in both of her eyes. A soft tilt to the side has her locks drift as though she is underwater, and she gives a gentle smile.

“… It’s been a while. It’s so nice to see you again, Winnie.” Miquella.

miquella's not gonna be a muse but it is fun to write him- such a dilemma perona and godwyn MIQUELLA IS HERE Never fear - the Abundance Aeon is here! wrong game- deathblightprince