Elden Ring Important Character Dialogue

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v 0.1 -- WIP up to SW Great Rune holder

Because I can't remember what NPCs say, and it's too easy to miss out on huge chunks of lore in this game. Sure, it has no repercussions, but it's still annoying.
Purely meant to be used as reference. Mainly personal but idk how else to share markdown right now

• Dialogue referenced from Carian Archive by AsteriskAmpersand
• Inspired by jrdeskins' Missables Guide
• gendered dialogue was changed to gender neutral but shown original after, just for ease of reading
• characters are usually called whatever they first tell you if they change it later
• Referring to later entities with "codenames" if they need to be mentioned earlier, such as in version history

    Quotes by themselves assume you walked up to them and pressed triangle
    (Dialogue Option) - Triangle, menu selection or answer to a question
    <event trigger> - something you did to trigger more dialogue
    [Key Item] - left out irrelevant gameplay info

• Elden Ring Important Character Dialogue
  • Prologue -- Tutorial
    • Intro Cutscene
    • The First Steps
    • Church of Elleh
    • Gatefront Ruins
    • Church of Elleh
    • Stormhill Shack
    • Summonwater Village
    • Roundtable Hold
  • Part I -- Margit, the Fell Omen
    • Church of Elleh
    • Mistwood Ruins
    • Church of Elleh
    • Forlorn Hound Evergaol
    • Warmaster's Shack
    • Near Saintsbridge
    • Rear Gael Tunnel Entrance
    • Near Agheel Lake North
    • Coastal Cave
    • Near Mistwood Outskirts
    • Fort Haight
    • Waypoint Ruins
    • near Seaside Ruins
    • near Murkwater Cave
    • Murkwater Cave
    • Roundtable Hold
    • Bestial Sanctum
    • Roundtable Hold
    • Castleward Tunnel
  • Part II - Godrick, the Grafted
    • The First Step
    • Bridge of Sacrifice
    • Castle Morne
    • Bridge of Sacrifice
    • Stormveil Shack
    • Roundtable Hold
    • Stormveil Main Gate
    • near Rampart Tower
    • near Liftside Chamber
    • Godrick, the Grafted
    • Roundtable Hold
  • Part III -- Rennala, Queen of the Moon
    • Roundtable Hold
  • Part IV -- Starscourge Radahn
    • Gael Tunnel
    • Castle Redmane
  • Part V -- Morgott
    • Roundtable Hold

Prologue -- Tutorial

Intro Cutscene

"The fallen leaves tell a story.
The great Elden Ring was shattered.
In our home, across the fog, the Lands Between.
Now, Queen Marika the Eternal is nowhere to be found,
and in the Night of the Black Knives, Godwyn the Golden was first to perish.
Soon, Marika's offspring, demigods all, claimed the shards of the Elden Ring.
The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Shattering.
A war from which no lord arose.
A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Will.

Arise now, ye Tarnished.
Ye dead, who yet live.
The call of long-lost grace speaks to us all.
Hoarah Loux, chieftain of the badlands.
The ever-brilliant Goldmask.
Fia, the Deathbed Companion.
The loathsome Dung Eater.
And Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-knowing."

The First Steps

Varré:

• <Introduction>
  • "Oh yes... Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm?
    Of course you have. No shame in it.
    Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless.
    Without guidance, without the strength of runes, and without an invitation to the Roundtable Hold...
    You are fated, it seems, to die in obscurity.
    Luckily for you, however, there is one shining ray of hope for even the maidenless.
    Me. Varré. Take care to listen.
    Are you familiar with grace? The golden light that gives life to you Tarnished.
    You may also behold its golden rays pointing in a particular direction at times.
    That is the guidance of grace. The path that a Tarnished must travel.
    Mm, indeed. Grace's guidance holds the answers.
    It will lead you Tarnished to the path you are meant to follow.
    Even if it leads you to your grave.
    Grace's guidance will reveal the path forward, most certainly.
    To Castle Stormveil, over on the cliff.
    The home of the decrepit demigod, Godrick the Grafted.
    It's time you set off, I should think.
    To Castle Stormveil, on the cliff, where grace would guide you.
    If you seek the Elden Ring, maidenless as you are."

Church of Elleh

Merchant Kalé:

• <Introduction>
  • "You are a Tarnished, I can see it. And I can also see... That you're not after my throat. Then why not purchase a little something? I am Kalé, Purveyor of fine goods."
• (About Kalé)
  • "I am of a nomadic people. Selling wares as I travel. The land has been tainted by madness since the shattering of the Elden Ring. It's only Tarnished like yourself who keep things from drying up entirely. Let's say you're a very welcome customer."
• (Recommendation)
  • "You know, if you can spare the runes, you should buy yourself a crafting kit. A crafting kit allows you to make basic items on your own. Essential really, if you intend to survive out here for any duration. The kit costs a bundle, and I admit, I do take my cut. But the important thing is that you survive. Every customer counts, after all."
• <After buying recommendation>
  • "I'm glady you took my warning to heart. You've made an excellent choice."
• (Talk)
  • "There are other of my peoples who yet survive in these lands. If the mood takes you when you meet one, then offer them some trade, won't you?
    My people, wanderers all, have long been spurned by the grace of gold. Which is why we cannot settle, but instead are forced into this pitiful, unceasing journey.
    But thanks to that, things are not so different for us now, though the Elden Ring is shattered. I think this makes us kindred spirits of sorts Your people, the Tarnished, and mine.
    Perhaps you don't need to hear this, but... See that no harm comes to my kin. We have a saying, we wanderers. Lament not your solitude. Expect no sympathy. No regard. Nothing. But if anyone dares harm us, show them no mercy.
    That is our code, so to speak. Just the way we are. Deeply... unforgiving."

Gatefront Ruins

<After resting at the grace>
Melina:

• <Introduction>

  • "Greetings, Traveller from beyond the fog. I Am Melina. I offer you an accord.
    Have you heard of the finger maidens? They serve the Two Fingers, offering guidance, and aid, to the Tarnished. But you, I am afraid, are maidenless. I can play the role of maiden. Turning rune fragments into strength. To aid you in your search for the Elden Ring. You need only take me with you. To the foot of the Erdtree."

• (Accept)

  • "Then it's settled. Summon me by grace to turn runes into strength. Ahh, another matter. I bequeath to you this ring."
    Melina hands over [Spectral Steed Whistle]

    [Spectral Steed Whistle]
    A delicate goldwork ring. Can be used as a finger whistle.
    Sound the whistle to summon and ride Torrent, the spectral steed.\

  • "Use it to traverse great distances. It will summon a spectral steed named Torrent. Torrent has chosen you. Treat him with respect."

• (Refuse)

  • "I understand. I'm asking you to put faith in but a stranger. Yet I'm certain that we can reach an understanding.
    Summon me by grace if you should reconsider."

• (Talk)

  • "This tiny golden aura is the grace of the Erdtree. This light once shone in the eyes of your Tarnished brethren.
    But now it is all that guides you. Or so I hear. The rays of grace, that guide you through your burden.
    Upon the cliff, in Castle Stormveil, is a shardbearer. A demigod who inherited a fragment of the shattered Elden Ring.
    If the rays of grace signal the castle, then the Elden Ring beckons you.
    As an ally by pact,...I pray that you are fit... To face the challenge presented by the Ring."

• <Leveling up for the first time>

  • "Shall I turn your runes to strength? Let my hand rest upon you, for but a moment.
    Share them with me, your thoughts, your ambitions, the principles you would follow.
    Phew. It is done."

• (Purpose)

  • "Me, I'm searching for my purpose given to me by my mother inside the Erdtree long ago, for the reason that I yet live, burned and bodyless.
    There is something for which I must apologize. I've acted the finger maiden yet I can offer no guidance, I am no maiden.
    My purpose was long ago lost..."

Church of Elleh

<After resting at the grace>
Renna:

• <Introduction>
  • "This way, Tarnished.
    May I have a word?
    A pleasure to meet thee, Tarnished.
    I am the witch Renna.
    I'd heard tell of a Tarnished hurtling about atop a spectral steed.
    And upon looking into the matter, the talk, I surmise, is of thee.
    Thou'rt possessed of the power, no?
    To call forth the spectral steed named Torrent."
• (I can call the spectral steed)
  • "Ah. As I had hoped.
    I was entrusted this, for thee.
    By Torrent's former master.
    'Tis a bell for calling forth spirits.
    Summon them with it, from ash unreturned to the Erdtree.
    The spirits will obey thine command but briefly, as they recall battles past.
    Now it is thine. To do with as thou wishest."
    Renna hands over the [Spirit Calling Bell]

    [Spirit Calling Bell]
    A bell capable of summoning various spirits from ashen remains.
    Spirits can only be summoned in the vicinity of a rebirth monument.

  • "Forgive mine intrusion, Tarnished.
    I doubt we shall again meet. But all the same, learn well the Lands Between.
    How long will it be, I wonder...
    Before the Tarnished tire of obesiance to the Two Fingers?"
• (I cannot call the spectral steed)
  • "Trifle not with me, Tarnished.
    Or didst thou merely forget?
    The name of the spectral steed thou callest?
    I will ask thee again.
    Thou'rt possessed of the power, no?
    To call forth the spectral steed named Torrent.
    Quite the stubborn one, aren't we?
    Wise, in a way. The Lands Between are home to liars and cheats aplenty.
    Perhaps thine ample mistrust will be to thy benefit.
    I shall leave this for thee, at the behest of Torrent's former master.
    Take it, shouldst thou overcome thy suspicion."
    Renna hands over the [Spirit Calling Bell]

Stormhill Shack

Heartbroken Maiden:

• <Introduction>
  • "Everyone's...been grafted. Everyone who came with me.
    They crossed the sea for me. They fought, for me.
    Heh... Only to have their arms taken. Their legs taken.
    Even their heads...taken. Taken and stuck to the spider.
    Did you know? If you're grafted by the spider, you become a chrysalid.
    It's quite the lark, when you think about it."
  • "You're all on your own, are you? And heading to Stormveil Castle?
    Enticed by the one in the white mask, I suppose.
    Oh, you've come to be one with the spider?
    Well, that makes us two peas in a pod. But I don't have your courage.
    It's scary, you know. Having your arms cut off. Or legs. Or your head.
    I want to be like everyone else, but I'm just too scared.
    I'm nothing but a craven."
  • "Oh, I know. Can you take this little one along with you?"
    Roderika gives you the [Spirit Jellyfish Ashes]

    [Spirit Jellyfish Ashes]
    Ashen remains in which spirits yet dwell.
    Use to summon a spirit jellyfish.
    A floating spirit that illuminates its surroundings.
    Prone to tears, the jellyfish girl searches for her distant home. Will bravely spew poison at foes on her summoner's behalf.
    It seems her name is Aurelia.

  • "The poor thing deserves someone braver than myself...
    And the spirits look rather fondly upon you.
    It'll be glad of your company, I think, the little'un".
  • "It was a pleasure to see you.
    Oh, can you pass on a message for me, if you see the little chrysalids in Stormveil Castle?
    Tell them I love them. And that, despite my craven heart, I'm sure I'll be joining their club soon enough.
    I'm finally getting the hang of this whole "pain" thing, you know."
  • "A pleasure to see you.
    Did you give the little chrysalids the message?
    That I love them. And that, despite my craven heart, I'm sure I'll be joining their club soon enough".
• <Upon attacking, rolling, or jumping>
  • "You're willing to make me a chrysalid? Ah, but I'm still a milksop craven... I can't even govern myself to step beyond the bounds of this ward. Please. You're only wasting your strength."
  • "I know you you must feel. But please, I'm not ready. Or are you like me? You're so far out of your mind with fear? You've divested yourself of all reason?"
  • "Please stop. Even if you persist, your fear will not abate."

Summonwater Village

D, Hunter of the Dead:

• <Approaching>

  • "There's no mistake, is there? Death has left its mark once again.
    I'm sorry, I cannot give you your proper rites...
    But at least you did not join Those Who Live in Death. Your soul will return to the Erdtree, in time.
    Honeyed rays of gold, deliver this spirit."

• <Introduction>

  • "Ah, a Tarnished, are you? I'm known as D. I hunt down Those Who Live in Death, and weed their Deathroot.
    Heed my warning. The village here has been touched by Death.
    And worse yet, it is home to a mariner. If you value your life, then go no further."
  • "The village here has been touched by death. Turn back, while you still can."

Roundtable Hold

Brother Corhyn:

• <Introduction>
  • "Oh, I see you've just arrived. Welcome to the Roundtable Hold. I'm Corhyn, a man of the cloth.
    I teach incantations, the strength granted us by the Two Fingers, and explore the secrets of the Golden Order.
    So that one day, if a Tarnished of the Roundtable Hold should become Elden Lord, I might counsel them, ensuring order regains its proper form, righting rule over men.
    By the way, do you still see it? The guidance of grace."
• (I see it)
  • "You do! Wonderful news. Most Tarnished are blind to it these days.
    You are something of a rare breed. Well, what do you say?
    Care to learn an incantation of the Two Fingers?"
  • "Ah, you appear to be doing well. Very good.
    Well then, would you like to learn an incantation?"
• <Giving the [Golden Order Principia]>
  • "This...is a volume of incantation.
    It's good to see your enthusiasm.
    Indeed, I will happily take it off your hands."
• <Giving any other prayerbook>
  • "That... is a work of heresy.
    Its incantations bear no lineage from the Erdtree.
    (sigh) Very well... I'll take it off your hands."

D, Hunter of the Dead:

• <Introduction>
  • <If not previously spoken to in Limgrave>
    • "I don't believe we've met. I'm known as D. I hunt down Those Who Live in Death, and weed their Deathroot. Heed my warning. Those Who Live in Death should be left well alone. All the more, should you spy a mariner among their number. Unless you wish to lay down your life in vain."
  • <If previously spoken to in Limgrave>
    • "Ah... we meet again. I'm glad you took my warning to heart. Those Who Live in Death should be left well alone. All the more, should you spy a mariner among their number."
  • "Those Who Live in Death should be left well alone. All the more, should you spy a mariner among their number."

Diallos:

• <Introduction>
  • "Ah, hello. You must be new here. I'm...
    Well, just call me Diallos.
    The honor of one's house holds little import in these lands.
    By the way, have you met a young woman named Lanya on your travels?
    She's my servant, but fickle as the wind.
    Take your eyes off her for but a moment and she's good as gone.
    If you find her, please be sure to tell me.
    Be sure to tell me If you meet a young woman named Lanya.
    She's a servant to my house. She's been my companion since childhood.
    I've lost count of the number of times I've had to find her like this.
    Honestly, she's such a little tomboy."

Gideon Ofnir:

• <Introduction>
  • "Oh, this is a rare occasion. I can't remember the last time a new Tarnished made their way to the Roundtable.
    Very well. As your senior, I bid you welcome. It is safe here. You may let down your guard.
    Allow me a word of advice, as your senior. You are a mere visitor to the Roundtable, nothing more.
    A house guest, yet to earn their keep. Remember your place, newcomer.
    There's nothing left to say. Be at your leisure."
• <After leaving Roundtable Hold and returning>
  • "What do you need? I have little time to spare".
• (What do you mean, a house guest?)
  • "Oh, are you aggrieved? At the notion you are but a visitant here?
    Then you would do well to remember the first words of grace given to you.
    Stand before the Elden Ring, and become the Elden Lord.
    If those words held any meaning to you...
    Follow the guidance of grace, lay low the shardbearers, and claim for yourself a Great Rune.
    Do so, and the doors to the Roundtable's inner chamber will open.
    And you will receive the wisdom of the Two Fingers."
  • "Once the wisdom of the Two Fingers becomes your own, I'll impart to you a proper welcome.
    As a true member of the Roundtable. I have high hopes for you".
  • "I'm sick and tired of them. These namby-pamby Tarnished think us no more than a shelter from the rain..."
  • "We've spoken long enough. I have matters to attend to".

Smithing Master Hewg:

• <Introduction>
  • "You're a new face. No matter, it's all the same.
    Lay out your arms. Let's get smithing."
• (About the chains on your legs)
  • "I see you've noticed the chains. Nothing special. I'm a prisoner, and these are my chains.
    I'm trapped by the Hold, undying, smithing for you fools. That's all there is to it".
• (You're a prisoner?)
  • "Nah, don't read too much into it. I've no grudge against you.
    My being a prisoner is no fault of yours. Besides, I don't mind smithing.
    Despite my differences, the weapons get stronger, all the same.
    Given time, technique never fails. Besides, it helps me forget. The sheer terror of her..."

Fia:

• <Introduction>
  • "Greetings, great champion called by grace. I am Fia.
    Circumstances have compelled my stay at the Roundtable Hold.
    Great champion, would you allow me to hold you, but briefly?
    Perhaps you might share with me some of your lifely vigour, and your stout-heartedness.
    Doing so will grant me the warmth of a champion. And you, I am sure, will bear a baldachin's blessing.
    Do you think it vulgar, perhaps? Where I come from, it is a sacred act."
• (Let her hold you)
  • "Ah, my thanks, great champion. You are...very warm..."
    Player obtains [Baldachin's Blessing]

    [Baldachin's Blessing]
    Favor bestowed by a deathbed companion. Protection of a hidden temple in the guise of a bedchamber.
    The favor allows one to forget any aches and pains. In Death, there is only peace, for in Death, there can be no sensation.

  • "What you felt light up inside you was a baldachin's blessing. Though it is but a fleeting thing, I am afraid.
    Come back to me, should you require another. I will take you in my arms as often as you need".
• (Talk in secret)
  • "I was known as a Deathbed Companion, where I come from. Afer I received the warmth and lifely vigour from a number of champions,
    I lay with the remains of an exalted noble, to grant him another chance at life. To do so is the purpose of my being.
    But before I could bear the noble into new life, I was awakened by the guidance of grace, and chased from my birthplace.
    Pray, be kind. Despite all that, I still wish to be Deathbed Companion.
    So please, let me hold you like this, as often as it takes."

Part I -- Margit, the Fell Omen

Church of Elleh

Merchant Kalé:

• <After visiting Mistwood Ruins>
• (Howling in the Mistwood)
  • "The howl of a wolf, in the Mistwood...I suppose he must still be skulking about...Mmm, I know. Why not meet him for yourself? Next time you hear the wolf's howl, make this signal right under the source. Oh, don't fret, there is nothing to fear. I just have an inkling the two of you might hit it off. "

Mistwood Ruins

Blaidd:

• <Introduction>
  • "Who goes there? Kalé sent you, did he? Ever the bloody busybody. Hmm. Maybe to him, you don't seem so strange. The name's Blaidd. I'm looking for a man who goes by "Darriwil." He fled somewhere nearby. Or so I've heard. Come tell me if you find him before I do. I can offer you ample reward.
    Darriwil is nothing but a traitor. And in need of a fitting end to his tale."

Church of Elleh

Merchant Kalé:

• (About Blaidd)
  • "Oh, then you met Blaidd, did you? Wonderful. I'm glad I pointed you in his direction. He's boorish, blunt, and couldn't find his nose with both hands, but he's a good egg. I think the two of you are sure to find the best in one another."

Forlorn Hound Evergaol

Blaidd:

• <After summoning him>
  • "Darriwil… Rotting in a cell is no true justice. No, this is where it ends for you."
• <After defeating Darriwil>
  • "(sigh) ...Right. There you are. Had to work for it, but it's done. Don't say I'm not a man of my word. Here's your prize.
    Blaidd gives the player a Somber Smithing Stone
    Oh yes, I should say - If you venture north to Raya Lucaria, and come across a venerable blacksmith who's a little on the large side… Tell him I sent you. And he'll be sure to treat you right. I owe you one, I reckon.
    That's enough chit-chat for now. It's time we parted ways."

Warmaster's Shack

Knight Bernahl:

• <Introduction>
  • "Not seen you before. Name's Bernahl. Tarnished, just like you. Let me ask you something. Are you here in the Lands Between to take up the fight? Does your faith in the guidance of grace hold firm, despite the collapse of the Golden Order?"
• (My faith holds firm)
  • "Yes, you're a Tarnished through and through. Takes me back, but that's a quality needed now more than ever. Any interest in bearing the torch, of my battle arts? All I know is the sword. Picked up a fair few tricks in my time, too. Now's the time to pass 'em on. To a good and proper Tarnished, like you."
• (I'm not sure)
  • "Honest to a fault, I see. Such thoughts won't behoove you as a Tarnished. But there’s nothing wrong with that. Any interest in bearing the torch, of my battle arts? All I know is the sword. Picked up a fair few tricks in my time, too. Now's the time to pass 'em on. To a good and proper Tarnished, like you."
  • "There's a myriad of battle arts in these lands that I've yet to discover. Mementos of all the warriors who raised their arms in battle, lost, and died. A fine tale, all told, of true chivalric romance. That's how I fell in love with the sword, and the arts of combat. It grants meaning even to falling in battle, to death itself."

Near Saintsbridge

Alexander, Warrior Jar:

• <Approaching>
  • "Hello-o? Can you hear me?"
  • "Help me! I'm stuck."
  • "Hello? Hellooo! Anyone!" (repeating)
• <Introduction>
  • "Oh my stars, I'm so happy to see you!
    I am Alexander, also known as the Iron Fist. And as you can see, I'm stock here.
    Please, can you help me out of this?"
• (Help him out)
  • "My thanks! a thousand thanks! Just give me a good smack from the rear, with something nice and big.
    Put those doubts to rest, I'll be just fine. I'm very well trained.
    Give it your all, I say!"
  • "Come on, give me a good smack from behind with something nice and big.
    I'll pop clean out. I'm sure of it!"
• (Don't help)
  • "I see. More's the pity. No, no, don't apologize. Despite my appearance, I am a chip off a greater jar. I'll pop out eventually, just you wait."
• <After freeing him>
  • "Ahh! Well played good lady/sir. Well Played. Though that mighty wallop of yours almost spelt the end of me!
    Ha ha ha ha! Well, I'm out now, and that's what counts.
    I thank you, and as a token of my appreciation, I'd like you to have this".
    Alexander hands over an [Exalted Flesh]

    [Exalted Flesh]
    A lump of animal flesh pickled in a medicinal solution mixed with fiery spices.
    Temporarily boosts physical attack.
    Considered a delicacy in the badlands, this invigorating repast was for the exclusive benefit of those who they deem heroes.

  • "Once again, the pleasure is mine. I am the warrior jar known as Alexander. Iron Fist Alexander, in fact.
    I journey to the east, where I intend to further my education in the ways of war. Beyond these lands lie the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds.
    And upon their southern edge is Redmane Castle, in which a festival of combat is being held.
    I'd heard whispers of such festivities before... Doesn't the notion set your breast aflutter!
    Ha ha ha ha!"
  • "I'm heading eastward. To Redmane Castle on the southern edge of the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds.
    I've heard there's to be a festival held there."

Rear Gael Tunnel Entrance

Iron Fist Alexander:

• (Talk)
  • "Oh, I hadn't expected to see your face again.
    Are you heading to the festival of combat, too?
    Oh, no need to be coy with me.
    Judging by the fine wallop you gave the old backside earlier, I would venture you're something of a warrior yourself.
    The mere thought of such a festival gets the blood pumping, eh?
    Now, now, according to my calculations, passing through this road should lead us to the Caelid Wilds.
    But however you slice it, it seems we've reached a dead end.
    I'm sorry to have raised your hopes.
    It seems my calculations must have been off..."
  • "I was created to be a warrior vessel.
    Many great warriors reside within me, ever dreaming of becoming a great champion.
    It's my destiny. And the reason for which I quest.
    It is my ordeal, you could say. To test myself, to better myself, to fell ever greater foes.
    And then, one day, we'll be a single great champion. The greatest of them all!
    What do you think, eh? How do you rate my chances?
    Heh heh..."

Near Agheel Lake North

Boc, the Seamster:

• <Approaching>
  • "Oi! You there! Could you help us out, cully?"
  • You, yeah, you there! Stop pretending you can't see me".
  • "Why won't anyone look me in the eye? I'm not that ugly".
• <After freeing him>
  • "Ow! What'd you go and do that for!
    Hm? Oh, yes, I remember. Some clod turned me into a tree.
    You were just breaking the spell, weren't you.
    Thank you. The name's Boc.
    I was pushed out of the cave. Told not to come back, not ever.
    Then I ended up as a tree.
    Lucky you came along, really.
    Boc the seamster, at your service, Master".
  • "Oh, what a shame.
    When they threw me out of the cave, they took everything I owned, and so this is all I have to express my thanks.
    I hope you can forgive me".
    Boc hands over 10 Mushrooms
    "Or, if you can afford to wait for a while, I could sneak back into the cave, and bring back something of actual value.
    Then I'd be of some real use to you, I reckon".
  • "Right, but I'll need a moment.
    I-I'm frightened of them... So I have to gather myself.
    My knees start knockin'...just thinking bout that god-awful cave on the shore".

Coastal Cave

Boc the Seamster:

• <Approaching>
  • "Oh... It...hurts..."
• (Talk)
  • "Oh, what are you doing here?
    You must leave this place at once. They'll rush in and beat you to a pulp.
    You'll end up just like me".
• (Give the [Sewing Needle])

  [Sewing Needle]
  A large sewing needle, curved like a fang.
  Boc the demi-human's prized possession.

  • "Wait, is that what I think it is? You got it back for me? My sewing needle! What made you go and do a thing like that....
    My mum was a seamstress... and that sewing kit was all I had to remember her by.
    I always wanted to be just like sweet old Mum.  Then, I suppose I-I can't just curl up and die, can I?"

Near Mistwood Outskirts

Kenneth Haight:

• <Approaching>
  • "Hello? Is anybody there?"
  • "Someone who might be interested in rescuing the great Kenneth Haight?"
  • "Servant to the true Order, and celebrated repudiator of the false!"
  • "O Erdtree! Grant me succour!"
• <Introduction>
  • "Ah, you've come to lend me your aid, have you?
    Well, that's very kind, but, um...
    No, no. Th-the help is very much appreciated. Even from a Tarnished.
    Despite appearances, nobility is no prerequisite to serving the true Order.
    You might have heard of me. Kenneth Haight. Next in line as the rightful ruler of Limgrave.
    Young Tarnished, I would have a boon of you.
    I want you to take back my fort. It lies to the south, beyond the Mistwood.
    A Knight commander from Stormveil took it. A fool, and plumb mad to boot. Simply obsessed with blood!
  • "Young Tarnished, I would have a boon of you. I want you to take back my fort. It lies to the south, beyond the Mistwood. A Knight commander from Stormveil took it. A fool, and plumb mad to boot. Simply obsessed with blood!".
  • "Hmph, yes, now allow me to furnish you with a little advice.
    I would take great care to avoid Godrick's Tarnished hunts, were I in your shoes.
    That depraved lot are obsessed with sacrificing Tarnished like you for the sake of 'grafting'.
    Honestly, Godrick's nothing more than a jumped up country bumpkin. Lord? Don't make me laugh.
    First he hid himself amongst the womenfolk to flee the capital, then hid from Radahn in that castle...
    Then he insulted Malenia, lost to her in battle, only to lick her boots rather than die like a man.
    Has he no shame, the big girl's blouse?
    And to think, he's the blood of Godfrey! Last of the golden lineage, though you almost wouldn't know it to look at him.
    I almost feel sorry for the chap the more I think of it."
  • "What are you waiting for? A kiss goodbye?
    My fort lies to the south, beyond the Mistwood. Take it back for me.
    Oh I see. You wish to know the reward?
    Fret not, the great Kenneth Haight is known for his considerable largesse.
    The celebrations will be lavish indeed, upon the dawn of my fort's retrieval."
• <If Fort Haight was already cleared before meeting>
  • "Hm? What's this, kind sir/fair lady?
    Remarkable! The Knight Commander, dead. Already!
    A blessing, if ever I chanced upon one.
    Fine work, I say, fine work, indeed.
    I doubt that it was your intention, but the deed is done, and I commend you.
    Now, this is your reward.
    Go on, it is yours, for the keeping."
• <After Fort Haigh is cleared>
  • "Ah-ha! I've been waiting for you with baited breath! Did you manage to recapture my fort?
    Oh excellent news, just wonderful. And the knight's dead to boot!
    Well done my friend, well done indeed!
    I knew I was right to trust you!
    Now, here's your reward, as promised.
    Go ahead, it's all yours."
  • "Right then. Time for me to head to the fort.
    I've much to do. First I'll have to reestablish communication with the demi-humans.
    What's that look? You don't believe me?
    Well, under the Erdtree, commingling with the demi-humans is made possible.
    Even the vulgar shall not be left behind, under the rule of true Order.
    Which is why I, Kenneth Haight, next in line as the rightful ruler of Limgrave, have sworn to uphold it.
    Just you watch, my friend. Just you watch."
  • "Ah, yes. I've been meaning to ask.
    Would you like to enter my service?
    I see bright things in your future, stout warrior.
    Enter into my service and learn the workings of the Erdtree's true Order.
    And who knows, perhaps some time down the line, the grace of gold will return to those Tarnished eyes of yours.
    What say you? A fine accord, is it not?"
• (Offer to serve)
  • "Very well. Very well, indeed.
    I knew I saw something in you.
    I shall await you at my fort. We shall hold the ceremony for your knighting there, I think.
    I see great things ahead of us. We are truly by the Erdtree blessed."
• (Refuse)
  • "Excuse me?
    Such foolishness have I never seen!
    Well...not that I can't sympathise with your choice.
    Such a miraculous manifestation of felicity is like to startle one such as yourself.
    Should you change your mind, do visit me at my fort."

Fort Haight

Kenneth Haight:

• (Talk)
  • "Ah, you, is it?
    I suppose you must have seen it by now, yes, the sorry state of my fort?
    Oh, indeed, it is a foul fate for a land, to be without a ruler.
    One must be found, with haste. And not that awful Godrick.
    But a true and stalwart Lord of the proper lineage to take the reigns of Limgrave.
    I am sorry to have lifted your hopes...
    But I haven't the authority to raise you to knighthood as things stand.
    The great Kenneth Haight issues his sincerest apology.
    But now, I must begin my search post-haste.
    For a true and stalwart Lord of the proper lineage to take the reigns of Limgrave."

Waypoint Ruins

• <After defeating Mad Pumpkin Head> Sorceress Sellen:
• <Introduction>
  • "Tarnished, are we? A wonder you should turn up here.
    I am Sellen, a sorcerer, quite plainly. Why are you here?"
• (I want to learn sorcery)
  • "Ahh, a yen for glintstone sorceries? Well, your aptitude does appear...passable. But one must choose one's masters wisely.
    I was exiled from the Academy of Raya Lucaria, as a reviled, apostate witch. Do you still wish to learn from me?
• (I still want to learn)
  • "Well, you are a piece of work. Very well. You are now my protégé in glintstone sorcery. But I refuse to coddle. Or cast kind words. Never.
    Anticipate grievances, young apprentice."
  • "Young apprentice, first things first. You are a tadpole when it comes to magic. Infantile. Without the legs to walk.
    So, to become a sorcerer, first, you must face your ignorance. Now, shall we start learning?"
• <After buying some Sorceries>
  • "Our powers draw upon the powers embedded in glintstone, but what is the nature of such power? Glintstone is the amber of the cosmos, golden amber contains the remnants of ancient life and houses its vitality, while Glintstone contains residual life. And thus, the vitality of the stars. It should not be forgotten that glintstone sorcery is the study of the stars and the life therein."
• <Giving her the [Royal House Scroll]>
  • "Oh, is that a scroll? Takes me back to my academy days. Very well. This is sorcery with which I'm not entirely unfamiliar. I'll be sure to incorporate it into one of your lessons. Never lose that inquisitive spirit, my apprentice."

near Seaside Ruins

Yura:

• <Introduction> (sort of)
  • "Ah, you must be the new Tarnished.
    You'd do well to steer clear of Agheel Lake, fledgling.
    A dragon roosts there... And it's as fearsome as it it majestic.
    So, unless you're mad, or wish to be burned alive...
    Stay clear of the lake.
    Don't be a fool. Turn back, before it's too late."

near Murkwater Cave

Bloody Finger Hunter Yura:

• <During Bloody Finger Nerijus invasion>
  • "If it isn't Nerijus, The Bloody Finger. The end is nigh. For you, and your cessblood."
• <After Bloody Finger Nerijus invasion>
  • "Ah, we meet again. To have fought Nerijus and lived, you must have seen your share of battle. I am Yura, as you might recall, hunter of Bloody Fingers. Tarnished held in thrall by cessblood. Zealots who stalk their own. If you stay the path, you are certain to face more of them. Just remember, no kinship with their ilk remains. Their madness precludes it. Don't let your emotions stay your blade."
  • "Be on your way.
    Perhaps we will meet again, if fate permits."

Murkwater Cave

Patches:

• <Upon opening his chest>
  • "Well, well, well?
    Thought you'd just help yourself to a man's personal belongings?
    You scheming little thief. The gods demand repentance!
    Cough up your coin, all of it!"
• <Upon reducing his health to 50% and stopping>
  • "Wait, wait, please!
    I surrender! White flag and all!"
  • "Well, finally come around, have you?
    I knew you would. You're a man/lady of reason, through-and-through.
    Ha ha ha...
    Ahhh...
    Well, what do you know? You're Tarnished, like me.
    Now, how did I get that wrong?
    I took you for a demi-human, or some such.
    An innocent mistake, I assure you.
    Well, water under the bridge. Now we're squared up, how about we play nice from now on?"
• (Forgive and forget)
  • "A true man/lady of reason. Just what I like about you.
    I'm Patches. Patches the Untethered.
    Tarnished, like you, only, free-spirited. Nomadic, you might say.
    Only for now, those retired-soldiers-turned-bandits they're paying for my gruel.
    In exchange for my, well, showing them the ropes.
    But honestly... this looting racket is bloody terrifying.
    Frankly, I'm ready to wash my hands clean. Maybe set up a legitimate shop.
    So, don't be a stranger, eh? I'll be ready to wheel and deal, come next time.
    Ha ha ha..."
• <After reloading the area>
  • "Well, nice of you to drop in, finally.
    It's a bit ad hoc, but I'm sure you'll find something.
    And welcome to Patches' Emporium.
    Where you won't need a refund, 'cause everything's top notch."
• (About the bandits)
  • "Yeah, I had those bandits make a clean break.
    Now they're all suppliers, and good ones at that.
    I mean, they don't understand a word I'm saying,
    but it hardly matters, we have a natural connection.
    They're all foot soldiers. Survivors of a defeated army.
    Worked to the bone by their high-and-mighty lord, only to be thrown out with the rubbish.
    ...It's the same old story, everywhere I go. Ah, to hell with it all."
• (That chest...)
  • "Hm? Wondering what's inside the treasure chest?
    Well, it's uh, nothing too special.
    Just something I'm saving as thanks, for a very valuable customer...
    But then again, it would fetch some spectacular coin...
    And besides, this valuable customer could be a long time coming...
    Eh? Everything is give and take, give and take."
• <Reloading the area again without opening the chest>
  • "By the way, friend...
    You've really been there for me, through thick and thin. And so, I've made up my mind. I bequeath that chest to you.
    An extra-special thanks, to an extra-special customer."
• (What you spoke of before)
  • "What's wrong? I've made up my mind. The chest is yours, in word and deed.
    Sure, it may be worth its weight in gold. But a Patches' promise? Well, that's priceless!"
• <Upon opening the chest>
  • <If Patches didn't give permission>
    • "Well well well? I should have known, you scheming little thief.
      The gods demand vengeance. Vengeance!"
  • <If Patches did give permission>
    • "He he he he he...
      My sincerest gratitude. I thought I'd never wrench that thing open.
      You're the finest customer a man ever had!"
• <Upon returning after being transported>
  • <If Patches didn't give permission>
    • "Ah, oh... How in blazes... You're alive. You had me proper scared. Poofing away in a flash like that.
      Maybe it's a sign to keep your mitts off what's not rightly yours, hmm?
      But I'll forgive you. View it as a learning experience. At any rate, it's nice just to see you safe.
      And don't miss all the bargains, here at Patches' Emporium!"
  • <If Patches did give permission>
    • "Ah, oh... How in blazes... You're alive. You had me proper scared. Poofing away in a flash like that. Who on earth spends their time booby-trapping treasure chests?
      No way I could've known, but still, I apologise. It's all very unfortunate. At any rate, it's nice just to see you safe.
      And don't miss all the bargains, here at Patches' Emporium!"

Roundtable Hold

D, Hunter of the Dead:

• <After defeating Tibia Mariner>
  • "Well, well... Another fool who won't listen to reason, eh? But with a prowess for weeding Deathroot. ... How would you like to earn the strength of beasts? If you're inclined to hunt more of Those Who Live in Death, and weed their Deathroot, then I'll introduce you to Gurranq, the beast clergyman.
    I have a matter of my own to attend to. And the beast himself wishes for someone to take my place. What say you?"
• (Accept introduction)
  • "Very well. Show me your map.
    ...
    I've marked the location for you. Of a hidden gateway. It will lead you to Gurranq, the beast clergyman."
  • "What is it? Still milling about? The map indicates where the gateway is hidden. It will lead you to Gurranq, the beast clergyman." "I have a matter of my own to attend to.
    I've spotted the mark of the centipede.
    An ill-omened symbol that should not be. Someone, or something, threatens the sanctity of the Golden Order. And must be eradicated."

Bestial Sanctum

Gurranq, Beast Clergyman:

• <Introduction>
  • "..."
• <Feeding him the First [Deathroot]>
  • "...
    I smell it... Death...
    Feed it me...
    ...
    Tarnished...bring more...Death...
    I shall grant thee... eye...and claw.
    Feed me...more."

[Deathroot]
A source that gives rise to Those Who Live in Death.
The beast clergyman, found at Bestial Sanctum in the distant east, collects and devours these roots.
On the night of the dire plot the stolen Rune of Death enabled the first Death of a demigod. Later, the Rune of Death spread across the Lands Between through the underground roots of the Greattree, sprouting in the form of Deathroot.

Roundtable Hold

D, Hunter of the Dead:

• (Talk)
  • "You've met Gurranq, I take it? Then owing to our duties shared, we are now comrades-in-arms.
    I think you've earned this. The power of the Golden Order, to aid the hunt of Those Who Live in Death."
    ??? IDK what he gives here [???]
• (About D)
  • "I serve the Golden Order. That I might put this crooked land to rights.
    Following only the guidance of the great Elden Ring. Those Who Live in Death fall outside the principles of the Golden Order.
    Their mere existence sullies the guidance of gold. Tainting its truth. And so it is the vermin must be exterminated... Down to the very last."

Castleward Tunnel

Margit, the Fell Omen:

• <Introduction>
  • "Foul tarnished, in search of the Elden Ring.
    Emboldened by the flame of ambition.
    Someone must extinguish thy flame.
    Let it be Margit the Fell!
• <During Fight>
  • <Defeating player>
    • "Put these foolish ambitions to rest."
  • <At 60% health>
    • "Well, thou art of passing skill. Warrior blood must truly run in thy veins, Tarnished."
• <After Fight>
  • "I shall remember thee, Tarnished.
    Smouldering with thy meagre flame.
    Cower in Fear. Of the Night.
    The hands of the Fell Omen shall brook thee no quarter."

< Margit Defeated >

Part II - Godrick, the Grafted

The First Step

Varré:

• (Talk)
  • "Ohh, well done, well done indeed. You made it through that entire mess, all the way to Stormveil.
    And off you trotted to the Roundtable Hold... My sincerest congratulations.
    But, how did you find the Roundtable? Oh, you don't have to say it.
    Before, the Roundtable was chock full of venerated warriors, but now, it's home to puff-chests and has-beens.
    I fear you've been terribly disappointed. I don't blame you. But still, the Roundtable has its perks. Why not earn a seat?
    Fly straight and true, so to speak."
• (I'll fly straight and true!)
  • "Ahh, then you're interested? A wise choice indeed. To join the Roundtable proper, you must acquire a Great Rune, and request audience... with the Two Fingers, in the inner chamber.
    They are the purported masters of the grace that guides your kind, the Tarnished.
    Mm, yes, pay them a visit, so that you may see for yourself.
    Challenge Godrick the Grafted, lord of Stormveil, to acquire a Great Rune.
    Decrepit, he may be, but a demigod he remains. And of course, an inheritor of a Great Rune. Worse yet, I hear old Godrick's acquired a ferocious new toy to graft...
    So. Prepare for the worst."
  • "What's the matter? Aren't you supposed to be earning your place at the Roundtable Hold? Then you must face Godrick the Grafted, lord of Stormveil,for without a Great Rune, you will not be granted audience. With the Two Fingers, in the inner chamber."

Bridge of Sacrifice

Irina:

• <Introduction>
  • "Hello? Is somebody there? Might I bend your ear for a moment, please?
    My name is Irina. I've escaped from Castle Morne, to the south. The servants there...have rebelled.
    I-I can't be sure what it is; my eyesight's been weak since birth you see... But I swear I heard frightful howling from all over. My good father secreted me out the castle, but decided himself to stay. He says it's his duty, as commander.
    I... I fear for father's life. The servants are full wroth. Filled with hatred for every one of us. They've since come for every one of the companions I escaped with. They haven't spared a soul. I fear it's no different at Castle Morne...
    Please, I implore you. Would you mind taking a letter to my father, at the castle?
    My sole wish is that he escape, even if his honour should be the price.
    Please... I just want him to be safe..."
• (Deliver the letter)
  • "Thank you, dearly. Then please, take this.
    Irina hands over [Irina's Letter]
    Deliver it to my father, who remains in the castle, if you please."
  • "Please, if you wouldn't mind. Deliver the letter to my father at the castle.
    He can be stubborn, but I'm sure he'll come around."

[Irina's Letter]
Letter given by Irina, addressed to her father, the commander of Castle Morne.
Gorgeous silken handkerchief, lightly stained with blood. Words can be made out within.

Castle Morne

Edgar:

• <Introduction>
  • "Ah, there's a face I've not seen before. I'm Edgar, warden of this castle as ordained by Lord Godrick himself. But you can see how things have turned out. The menials have all rebelled. They gave me good service, or so I thought, but it seems it was all an act. Foul creatures, as it's said. And true enough they're foul inside and out. I'm sorry to disappoint you, But whatever you've come here to do, I'm afraid Castle Morne won't hold much longer. Take this, by way of apology."
• (Deliver Irina's Letter)
  • "I see, from Irina... Thank you. I'm in your debt. But I can't leave yet. Even if the castle should fall, as commander, I must remain. To ensure the treasured sword of Morne does not fall into the wrong hands.
    If you see Irina, do tell her. That her father will come for her, once he's fulfilled his duty.
• <After defeating Leonine Misbegotten>
  • "I'm in your debt. I'm no longer bound by duty. Once I've rescued Irina, I will spend my remaining days with her. Thanks to you, I will be reunited with Irina. And devote my remaining days to her. Irina has a gentle nature, though. I only hope it remains intact."

Bridge of Sacrifice

Edgar:

• (Talk)
  • "Irina...How could this be...My daughter deserved better...The fault lies...with me. I chose duty over my daughter's safety. And that is how fate has answered...I'll find them. The foul wretches responsible for this. I'll hunt them down, and exterminate every last one of them. Rest assured, Irina. It will be done."

Stormveil Shack

Chrysalids' Memento
Memento left by the chrysalids sacrificed for grafting. A brooch wrapped in red velvet. Traces of blood are visible.
Faintly visible spirits try to convey something, but their voices cannot be heard.

Heartbroken Maiden:

• <After receiving Chrysalids' Memento inside Stormveil>
  • "What's this? A keepsake? From my men?
    Oh, goodness me... I can't... They all...believed in me.
    They all thought I'd make something of myself. Me! Who can't do anything...
    I think I'll head to the Roundtable Hold. Perhaps I'll find my purpose there".

Roundtable Hold

Roderika:

• (Talk)
  • "Greetings. Nice to see you again.
    My name is Roderika. I should have told you sooner. Isn't this place impressive, though?
    The Roundtable Hold, covert quarters of the Two Fingers, and gathering place of champions who vie to become Elden Lord.
    I never knew the guidance bestowed upon us Tarnished had such fantastic roots.
    Although, it's all a bit much for me, in truth. I'm still looking for my own purpose".
  • "Oh, and... Please, allow to me to express my thanks. For giving me that keepsake from my men.
    It was as if I was frozen with self-pity. I failed them at every turn. You have my gratitude.
    Please, take this.
    Roderika hands over a [Golden Seed]
    It's all a bit much for me, in truth.
    I'm still looking for my own purpose."

[Golden Seed]
A golden seed, found at the base of an illusory tree.
When the Elden Ring was shattered, these seeds flew from the Erdtree, scattering across the various lands, as if life itself knew that its end has come.

Smithing Master Hewg:

• <Approaching>
  • "Your divinity, have mercy, and grant me forgiveness. The road is yet long. A God not easily felled. But one day, without fail, you will have your wish. So please, grant me forgiveness, Queen Marika..."
• (Talk)
  • "Ah, You, is it? I...didn't notice you there.
    I'll be doing my job, same as ever. Just lay out your arms".
• (About the prayer)
  • "Those words were not meant for you. I may be prisoner to you Tarnished lot.
    But my prayers are mine and mine alone. Well, I've had my say. I'll be more careful, too."
• (About Roderika)
  • "The girl you brought here...
    She's crestfallen, and can scarcely swing a blade, but she has a gift for spirit tuning.
    I saw another one like her, long ago. Their eyes share the same hue".

Roderika:

• (Talk)
  • "A pleasure to see you. Thank goodness you're safe. I'm still looking for my own purpose. It's not easy, by any means, but it's what I must do."
• (Tell her what the blacksmith said)
  • "You're telling me I possess some kind of gift? I don't believe you. But...
    If I do have this talent, and goodness knows it would be my first...
    I suppose I should try to hone it. Shouldn't I? I'll ask Master Hewg to teach me.
    Certainly, he does appear intimidating, and holds no love for us Tarnished...
    But I know he's trapped here, at the Roundtable Hold... So...
    I can tell. He's a gentle soul, underneath it all".
• (Talk)
  • "If I do have a talent for spirit tuning, and goodness knows that would be a surprise...
    I suppose I should try to hone it. Shouldn't I? I'll ask Master Hewg to teach me".

Smithing Master Hewg:

• (About Roderika)
  • "The girl? What about her?"
• <Would you watch over Roderika?>
  • "Are you out of your mind?
    Who'd stay with an ugly brute who only knows how to smith?
    Absurd. And besides, she'd never agree to it".
• <It's what she wants>
  • "I refuse to believe it. I don't doubt you,
    but I know when something's too good to be true".
• <After resting at a grace>
• (About Roderika)
  • "I spoke with the girl. She has a gift for spirit tuning. So I told her everything I know.
    I'm indebted to a spirit tuner I met long ago. It was all I could do to honour her. I'm sorry I doubted you."

Roderika:

• (Talk)
  • "Good to see you again. Thank you very much!
    I have you to thank, don't I? For persuading Master Hewg?
    I can happily announce that he has taught me the noble toil of spirit tuning.
    I'm as yet unsure of what I might be able to accomplish, but if I might be any help to you all, I'd certainly like to try.
    And if there's an chance to ease the suffering of my dear men who were grafted..
    Well, I certainly must try.
    Roderika the spirit tuner prentice. Pleased to make your acquaintance".
• <After getting a Spirit Ashes to +5>
  • "I feel like I'm really coming to grips with spirit tuning of late.
    I can understand their yearnings, what they become drawn to...
    Master Hewg said it himself, actually, that I'm no mere prentice any longer.
    Once again, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Roderika the certified spirit tuner".

Stormveil Main Gate

Gatekeeper Gostoc:

• <Introduction>
  • "You're Tarnished, aren't you? I would advise against taking the main gate into the castle. It's tightly guarded by hardened old hands.
    Try the opening right here. The guards don't know about it. You'll breach the castle undetected."
• (Very well)
  • "Yes, that's the spirit...You're just the kind of Tarnished that I like. I pray for your success."

near Rampart Tower

Sorcerer Rogier:

• <Introduction>
  • "Ah, nice to meet you. The pleasure's mine. Rogier's the name. A sorcerer, as you might have guessed.
    I'm looking for a little something here in the castle. When I'm not hotfooting it from the troops, that is. But enough about me, what are you doing here in Stormveil Castle?
    This place is bristling with Tarnished hunters, you know. They sacrifice our kind, for grafting. Not exactly a place I'd stroll into without a purpose in mind..."
• (I'm here to defeat Godrick)
  • "You can see it then, I take it? The guidance of grace. Well, enjoy it while you can.
    I'm Tarnished, like you. But unlike you, I've seen neither hide nor hair of this guidance for the longest time. Still, I won't forget how it felt when I first came here, to the Lands Between.
    I'm privy to a few magical battle arts. Would you care to learn one? As a fellow Tarnished, once guided by grace, I'd love to help you out, if it pleases."

near Liftside Chamber

Nepheli Loux:

• <Approaching>
  • "Be proud. You were a fine warrior. Your only mistake was your choice of master. Let the winds lift you, to a higher place."
• <Introduction>
  • "Well, who do we have here? Tarnished, are you? Clearly not one of Godrick's lot.
    I am Nepehli Loux.. Tarnished and warrior, like you. I'm here by decree of my father.
    How utterly repellant this is... This "grafting" of Godrick's ill befits a Lord. He's tainted the very winds."
  • "If you intend to challenge Godrick, I ask you call upon me. The winds run cold with his deeds. I'm certain father would permit me aid the fight."
  • "Apologies, but I've idled long enough. As fellow Tarnished we must each follow our own guidance. Down whatever road takes us to the throne of Elden Lord."

Godrick, the Grafted

Godrick, the Grafted:

• <Introduction>
  • "Mighty Dragon, thou'rt a trueborn heir. Lend me thy strength, o kindred. Deliver me unto greater heights.
    ...Well. A lowly Tarnished, playing as a lord.
    I command thee, kneel!
    I am the lord of all that is golden!
• <During Fight>
  • <Defeating player in Phase 1>
    • "Lowly Tarnished... Thou'rt unfit even to graft..."
  • <Second Phase Transition>
    • Godrick cuts off his own left arm
    • "Ahh, truest of dragons. Lend me thy strength…
    • Nnngh!
    • Godrick attaches the dragon's head to his left arm
    • Forefathers, one and all… Bear witness!"
  • <Defeating player in Phase 2>
    • "Great Godfrey, did'st thou witness?"
• <After Fight>
  • "...I am Lord of all that is Golden....
    ...And one day, we'll return together...
    ...To our home, bathed in rays of gold..."

< Godrick Defeated >

Gatekeeper Gostoc:

• <After defeating Godrick>
  • "What a pathetic excuse for a Lord you were. Craven to the bone. Pushing me about like that. And after all that grafting? Where did that get you? Look down on me, would you? Godrick? You filthy slug. Feel it! Feel it! Feel my bloody wrath!"
  • "Oh...hello there. This weasel was...Godrick was always looking down on me. He got what he bloody deserved, thanks to you. I tell you though, what goes around comes around. He had an ugly heart, an uglier countenance, and me the ugliest of ends, eh. He he he he he...Now, I supposed I'm free. I can do whatever takes my fancy...Can't I, mate? "

Roundtable Hold

Enia:

• <Introduction>
  • "Are you the new Tarnished? You've done well. I am Enia, the Finger Reader. I interpret the words of the Fingers, envoys to the Greater Will.
    Look there. The Fingers tremble. To welcome you, shardbearer. Let their wisdom wash over you."
    'Great Elden Ring, root of the Golden Order. Anchor of all lands, giver of grace, wellspring of all joy. Until it was shattered. The tragic corruption of the Order has taken its toll. Across the realm, life lies in ruin. Fallen to pieces. Foul curses and misery spread, unabating. But the Greater Will has not abandoned the realm, nor the life that inhabits it. So it is that the Tarnished are guided by grace. Called to act. Brave Tarnished, your Great Rune is a handsome shard of the Elden Ring. Seek another of its kind. To become Elden Lord, and restore the Golden Order.'
    "Let the words of the Fingers guide you".
  • "Well, well...I see...A remembrance of gold has found its way into your possession. Demigods, and even the greater of the champions, are hewn by the Erdtree upon their end, into remembrances. They are...valuable indeed. These remembrances yet house the power of their former masters. And should you wish to wield that same power, well... I will lend you the strength of the Fingers. Heh... Do not recoil from my offer. The Fingers guide us all. And you Tarnished, you are here to take, are you not?"
• (About Great Runes)
  • "Ahh, Great Runes are the stuff of demigods: the children of the goddess, Queen Marika. She who is vessel of the Elden Ring. Tainted by the strength of their runes, her children warred, but none could become Elden Lord. And so grace was extended, to your kind, the Tarnished.
    Listen, the Fingers speak."
    'The Greater Will has long renounced the demigods. Tarnished, show no mercy. Have their heads. Take all they have left.'
    "...Indeed. But remember one thing. The demigods are each and all the direct offspring of Queen Marika. Godrick the Grafted was but a distant relation... The runt of the litter, his divine blood sorely diluted".

Part III -- Rennala, Queen of the Moon

Roundtable Hold

D, Hunter of the Dead:

• (About Rogier)
  • "[319151000] Are you acquainted with a man named Rogier?
    [319151010] You know, the piteous fellow hiding away on the balcony?
    [319151020] He was a formidable spellblade, in times past.
    [319151030] Don't let his easy air deceive you. He was wise beyond his years, stout of heart and clear of mind.
    [319151040] No more though.
    [319151050] You see him now, ravaged by thorns, muttering and rambling...
    [319151060] Like he's half dead already. I can't stomach to watch.
    [319151070] Take well the lesson, friend.
    [319151080] That's how you end up, when seduced by Those Who Live in Death.
    [319151090] When grace is sullied, it rots people from the inside. Breaks them. "

Part IV -- Starscourge Radahn

Gael Tunnel

Alexander, Warrior Jar:

• <After opening the rear entrance>
  • "...!
    The esteemed warrior. Where did you spring from?
    This was supposed to be a dead end, I'm sure of it.
    What's going on here? A door, from thin air!
    Well, stranger things happen at sea, or so I'm told, but onward! To the Caelid Wilds.
    Gosh, that dead-end had me rather stumped!
    Heh heh..."

Castle Redmane

Alexander, Warrior Jar:

• (Talk)
  • "Ah, you came, how delightful!
    Indeed, I thought I might find you here.
    By the by, do you know for whom this festival is being held?
    Well, it is none other than General Radahn himself!
    To think, I could face a great champion of the Shattering, a demigod in the flesh...
    In truth I quiver at the thought, such is his frightful repute.
    But! The fear simply assures me the ordeal is worth undertaking!
    Now, be sure to get a good vantage, my friend.
    I, Iron Fist Alexander, do hereby vow to unflinchingly brave this ordeal."

Part V -- Morgott

Roundtable Hold

Fia, Deathbed Companion:

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D, Hunter of the Dead:

• (Give Dagger)
  • "[319152000] Well, what have we here?
    [319152010] How did you get your hands on that dagger?
    [319152020] ...
    [319152030] Well. That hardly matters.
    [319152040] I know very well whose dagger it is.
    [319152050] Why don't I return it to them for you?
    [319152060] Good work, bringing this to me. "