~ＥL D E N -ඏ- R I NＧ~ ൠ K i n g o f C u r s e s ൠ

Part ꀤ: Curse befalls the Lands between

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Point of view of the Omniscient Observers (you)

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The Fallen leaves Tell of a story.

Of The Great Elden Ring, Shattered.

In our home, Beyond the fog, In the Lands between.

With The Great Queen Marika the Eternal, Now gone. Nowhere to be found.

And on the Night of the Black knives, Godwyn the Golden perished.

Soon Marika's Inbred dipshits, unbelievably demigods, Lay claim to the shards of the Elden Ring.

A mad taint of their newfound strength triggered by the Shattering.

Forms a war from which arose no Lord.

Leading to the abandonment by the Greater Will.

Arise now, Tarnished.

They dead, who still yet live.

Answer the call of the long-lost grace that speaks to us all.

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Come, Cursed one.

Cross the fog, to the Lands Between.

To stand before the Elden Ring.

And become the Elden Lord.

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The Cursed's point of view...

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The Chapel of anticipation, long forgotten and abandoned, tremble violently as the winds from the eastern fog wall crash relentlessly upon the old churches' haggard overgrown walls. Moss runs rampant without tend, almost covering every surface, along with vines twisted into overlong knots dangle from the rooftops, Like a veil of greenery tucking away at what lies inside.

As inside the sanctuary of worship in the chapel. A Tarnished body lay still on the ground. Lifeless like a puppet, inert in every sense of the word. His body grayed and dulled in exempt of its flowery pink hair, laid with its mouth open, likely its last dying act being desperately sucking in air in its now empty lungs. When out of the stillness, a Black shadow suddenly willed itself into the lands between, Above the tarnished corpse, emanating a dark aura, an aura of pure and utter malevolence.

Out of the Shadowy hole in reality, emerges a lone finger. Grotesque and malformed, it was ugly as the grafted and scion combined. A 'finger'. has invaded this world. It drops with the pull of gravity, directly into the gaped mouth of the fell Tarnished. Fate. like a sick joke, plopped the cursed finger, perfectly down straight into the throat- and down the esophagus.

Time inside the chapel seemed to stop into a standstill for the briefest moment. Until from within the body of the Tarnished, dark forces woke. Hand stretched as far as it can from its body. Began to give life again, Twitching its fingers, the exanimate body of the tarnished began to return some color, turning a pale olive. It's hand flex instinctively in newfound life, before violently snapping shut. Following soon, the whole body began to shake uncontrollably. The nails of the tarnished sharpen and elongate, accursed tattoos began coloring themselves into the body's skin.

Its vessels face, Molding to reshape its features to resemble the incarnated within the cursed finger. As such, a second pair of eyes is added to the face's features along with the growth of flesh to be more fitting with the forebearer's strength. The room shakes from the cursed aura as lastly, its heart- began to pump again, blood turning more akin to burning poison, flowing once more in this no longer tarnished, no- this now cursed body.