𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪

You think this is the one, Torrent?
Is that him, Torrent?
Don’t worry, it’s not too late.
He is sure to seek the Elden Ring.
…For that is their curse.
Don’t worry Torrent, fortune is on his side.
We found him here, after all.
One of his kind is sure to seek the Elden Ring.
…Even if it does violate the Golden Order…

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 runes 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.

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.

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.
You can see them, can’t you?
The rays of grace, that guide you through your burden.

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 bodiless.
There is something for which I must apologise.
I’ve acted the Finger Maiden, yet can offer no guidance.
I am no maiden.
My purpose…was long ago lost.

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.

Spoken echoes linger here.
Words of Queen Marika, who vanished long ago.
If you wish, I will share them with you.

Forgive me.
I’ve been…testing you.
To determine if the Elden Ring would truly have you.
If you had the mettle to endure this long and arduous path.
It seems my worries were unfounded.
Torrent had your measure from the very start.
Whereas I merely pretended.
There is but one other thing I can do to offer you guidance.
I can take you to the Roundtable Hold…
Gathering place of Tarnished champions, guided by Grace…

Your seamster, Boc…
I see him crying, from time to time.
I think he misses his mother.
He wants someone to tell him he’s beautiful.
Does being born of a mother…
Mean one behaves in such a manner?