Elden Ring Preferences

How You First Met

Blaidd: You met in the mistwoods, captivated by his looming howl that rang rampant into the foggy woods. He watched you from high above in the ruins as you rode near on Torrent, inhaling your scent with a pleased hum. Captivated you snapped your fingers as a summoning to his presence, with a deep growl, plummeting in front of you. You fell to your rear from the sudden shock, a graveled laughter towered over you before an armored hand reached out towards you to guide you to your feet.

Rogier: He aided you in your battle against Margit, bonding with you while metal swords and magic pierced the fell omen. His cockiness sometimes got the better of him with you ending up flinging your sword in the way just in time to prevent him from taking a blow. His smile played on his lips while watching you dance around in the midst of the battle, light on your feet and merciless in your thrashes. He couldn't help but be interested, even if his life was on the line from being in the middle of the fight, he still darted glimpses at you just to take in your sweat slicked form, hair sticking to your cheeks. Nothing had pulled more curiosity from him as much as you did.

Radahn: You were a servant for him, aided to his every call. You fetched towels for him to wipe the sweat from his brow after training, brought him his meals at the precise timing, even offering your second hand opinion when he asked for it. You grew on him as it showed when he would bid you to come and have dinner with him, even trading in your servant rags to finer threads. He would share stories with you about action-filled moments in his times as general, pleased in your expressions and gestures as you would sit on the edge of your seat, eyes glistening to hear more, bringing the ever softest of smiles within his helmet.

Ranni: You came across her tower one chilling night, seeking shelter from the merciless icy air. She bid you to not be sorry for barging in, calmly gesturing you to come forth. Her small, pale blue hands took yours. Cold to the touch from harboring a doll's body, but soft and gentle to the touch. She offered you a room just little ways down the hall, assuring you to stay as long as you like, in turn to serve her. You gladly took to the offer being she was a rare occurrence to not want to kill you on sight. She smiled to herself once you parted towards the chambers, excited to have another presence in her hollow tower.

Maliketh: Marika was a dear friend of yours so you ended up crossing paths with the Black Blade on multiple occasions, including but not limited to, dinner and Capital meetings. Maliketh would stand nearby his sister, but his mind trailed elsewhere. Nostrils flaring when the air in the room shifted to waft your scent in his direction. You had your own curiosity about him as well, being the one rare person who didn't fear him, instead captivated by the beast hidden in black iron armor decorated with gold. His snout turned to you as your gaze quickly fell to your dinner plate. Wondrous grumble in his throat, inching closer to you in attempt to draw out a conversation, with Marika trying to not show her eagerness at her brother finally finding someone to aid his lonely heart.

Marika: Being her advisor during tough decisions, she would turn to you for advise on many occasions, fingers piddling with one another in anxiety sometimes as you reached out to them, smoothing over the pale slender fingers to ease their fidgeting. She appreciated your aid when things would be too much for her, one time holding her graciously in your arms as she cried into your chest, emotions pouring out due to everyone seeking her words and awaiting her actions. She gained appreciation for you, asking you to sit by her outside of your work.

Malenia: Malenia attached her prosthetic, laying her helmet gently over her head before swiftly swinging the blade outwards from her. A stutter in her stance as she felt no fear increasing your heartbeat. Wonder mingled in her mind as to why you weren't wielding a weapon nor fearing the undefeated rot goddess. Instead, entranced by her metal and flesh shape. You asked for consent to examine her prosthetic, the goddess dropping her blade in the white flowers beneath her but leaning her arm outwards anyways as your hands roamed over the craftsmanship. You told her about your fascination with mechanics and how you knew just how to make her stronger, to bring out the best of her with prosthetics you designed yourself. She liked the idea, settling back into her chair by the haligtree's roots to listen to more of your plans all the while you touching where metal and skin intertwined.