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A Slow-Drip Elden Ring Quest

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2/26/2022 - Over the next few weeks, I'll be trying to kick off a little journey in Elden Ring. I'm about to have a pretty crowded schedule, but my goal is to do one small update each day, which will mostly outline my adventures in the game. Sometimes, I might be more casual and compose it like a brief synopsis of what I did, and other times, I might try and narrate a bit more. This is all just for fun anyway.



2/26/2022 - Tonight we created our character, Moraeyn. A young Astrologer with a Golden Seed. It promised to reinforce our sacred flasks, though we do not yet know how. From this point on, I will let Moraeyn the Tarnished dictate her journey.

I awoke, stirred by a gleam of light. "Become the Elden Lord", I heard. We'll see about that. Exiting a dark dingy chapel, I crossed a rope bridge into a descending reception of gnarled trees, rocks, and stonework.


Passing through an arch, I noticed a statue adorned with what appeared to be a large serpent. As I approached it, a sudden jolt shot through me. A rumble from above, then from ahead. An enemy with seemingly countless limbs, weaponry, and protection; built like a spider, but out of the parts of a man. Somehow, my mind echoed "The Grafted Scion." It lunged at me, and I fired an array of magic at it. No avail. My meager weapons were no match for this beast. It felled me. I plunged into a shallow pool of water below. Later, I was awoken by a soft voice, as steam shot out of a large pair of nostrils in front of me. A horse. "Fortune is on her side. One of her kind is sure to seek the Elden Ring, even if it does violate the Golden Order..."

Gibberish. Gathering my strength, I stood. Where was I? Catacombs? It stank of rot down here. Getting my balance, I looked down at my feet. I had received two flasks. From the voice and the horse? I could not be sure. Taking a swig from each, I felt warmth rejuvenating me - my body and my mind. As I ventured up a lift and out of the crypt, the sun temporarily blinded me. A large tree hovered in the distance. A figure stood in the distance in front of me. Varre, his name was. He explained the point of grace in front of him. It seemed that I could rest and reorganize myself at these points. He explained that this place was called Limgrave, and that, in order to attain triumph, I should follow the light at these points of grace.


Feeling light-pocketed, I hunted some animals and gathered some materials from them while exploring the small radius around the mouth of the catacombs. Off in the distance, I noticed a heavy jangle.

As I turned to face it, a large mount and a large figure, each clad in golden armor, shuffled along a path. I decided to keep my distance. The length of this entity's weapon was moreso than that of my own stature, and their nature hardly allowed for them to accommodate a gentle step, let alone a stranger.

I picked up some Rowa fruit as a cliffside view caught my eye. As I looked over, I noticed a large collapsed structure present on the shore below.

Walking around the other side, I noticed a campfire on the inner underside of the structure, as well as a figure and an animal. I decided to make my way down there, leaping down the faces of rocks and forcing my knees to fight gravity with each plunge.
The figure was a quaint man, who was not interested in conversation; only selling wares. I could not afford anything, so I quickly moved on, making a note of his location in case I needed anything later.

Just past the camp, a group of skeletons rose from the sand and pursued me. One by one, I fought them, and brought them to the ground.

Confidence was building within me. That is, until I saw the corpses I had presumed as dead (again) rise up once more. Eventually I learned that I needed to attack them as they rose, so they could not regain life.

With nothing more to do, I turned back and noticed a cave.

It was too dark to proceed without some kind of light source, but I had nothing of the sort, so I continued on. Passing the shy merchant again, I noticed that this other side of the beach contained more mysterious entities.


A large sea-bound being was minding its business, and not mine. Then, further ahead, I noticed what appeared to be hoof prints, but no horse. I stood in the tracks to see if I could disturb the looping pattern that they followed, but they did not change.


Making my way to the far end of the coast, I was able to make out a person sitting at a campfire, slumping forward. A weapon was to their side, so I approached cautiously. I walked behind them, then circled around, gauging whether they were friend or foe. Nothing stirred. I inched closer, and the figure stood. Quickly, it lumbered at me with its large weapon.

I kept my distance and sent more bolts in its direction. Eventually they fell, leaving a set of Kaiden Armor behind.

As I picked it up to examine it, the reflection of the moon glimmered off of the armor.


Night was coming. I should head back. Back to the First Step I ventured, but not before seeing something else I thought to avoid.
This land is full of strange and large creatures. If my encounter with the Grafted Scion was any measure, I was not ready for the others yet. I returned to a point of grace and retired for the night. Morning comes soon.
by damnablebear, 2022