#Rogier elden ring

[charmre]

Salt in my lungs, Holding my breath Making peace with my inevitable death I guess I did alright considering Tried to be a halfway decent friend Wound up a bad comedian An honest fool with more bad habits Than you can count

[wraith-caller]

As the sad-eyed woman spoke we missed our chance The final dying joke caught in our hands

[technomancer-01]

🧙 On the Nature of Tarnished Souls || Rogier🧙

“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...”

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Rogier isn’t actually a witch but he does have a witch hat! 🧙

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little fool

[palebloodcvrse]

PSA/friendly reminder to everyone that rogier doesnt have pasty pale skin so pls stop fucking drawing him with it

I know the game's lighting whitewashes him but that doesnt mean you have to either. I make pale af characters and their skin starts glowing awkwardly in the roundtable hold

Im not calling anyone a racist or nuthin cause im p sure most people just dont know. I blame the lighting for it.

[nightingale-ghost-writer]

By the Grace Of [Sorcerer Rogier x Fem!Tarnished] - Chapter Four

Summary: Delia finds an opportunity to get some answers, and to get some rest. She also gets a warning she’s not like to forget.

Author’s Notes: 900 words this time. Hell yeah. Lots more game dialogue this time, as Delia gets educated. This chapter features a notorious set of lines about “long before” and “soon” (iykyk). Honestly, I don’t find it to be as contradictory as most people do, but I added three words that I feel give the timeline clarity.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or events from Elden Ring

Warnings: none? Unedited (basically)

“The misshapen corpse under Stormveil?”

He stared at her.

Not at her- through her. She worried that she might have overstepped. That he might not answer.

“That is a sacred relic,” he began slowly. “Of the black knives plot. As that famed night of assassination is known. It happened during the Golden Age of the Erdtree, long before the shattering of the Elden Ring. Someone stole a fragment of the Rune of Death from Maliketh, the Black Blade. And on a bitter night some time later, murdered Godwyn the Golden.”

Delia sucked in a sharp breath. “Marika’s favorite child?”

Rogier nodded. “That was the first recorded death of a demigod in all history.”

“Marika must have been out of her mind with grief,” murmured Delia. Rogier was watching her with an interesting expression. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“She was. Though most don’t seem to consider that.”

Delia shrugged. “It’s a horrible thing.”

“Indeed it was. And it became the catalyst. Soon, in Marika’s grief, the Elden Ring was smashed. And thus sprang forth the war known as the Shattering.”

“The war in which the rest of Marika’s children fought over the pieces? Of the Elden Ring?”

Rogier offered a tiny smile. “You’re a quick study.”

“You’re a good teacher,” returned Delia. She smiled when his face flushed. “How do you know all this?”

“I once wished to become a scholar, you see. I've spent many an hour scouring the archives for knowledge of that fateful plot.” He reached for her, taking her hand in his. He spoke slowly, thoughtfully. “The world has grown crooked, and if you intend to put it to rights, you'd better understand what happened to make it this way, mm?”

She thought of D’s words to her when they’d met again in the Hold.

“I serve the Golden Order. That I might put this crooked land to rights.”

“And… that thing is to blame for the shape I'm in now…” Rogier was staring at their joined hands, a pained expression on his handsome face. Delia squeezed.

“Are you acquainted with a man named Rogier? You know, the piteous fellow hiding away on the balcony. He was a formidable spellblade, in times past. Don’t let his easy air deceive you. He was wise beyond his years, stout of heart and clear of mind.”

He looked up, a mad urgency in his eyes as he leaned toward her. He pulled her forward, over his covered legs, clutching her hands at his chest. “I urge the utmost caution. Don't disturb the corpse more than necessary…”

“No more, though. You see him now, ravaged by thorns, muttering and rambling… like he’s half dead already. I can’t stomach to watch. Take well the lesson, friend. That’ s how you end up, when seduced by Those Who Live in Death. When grace is sullied, it rots people from the inside. Breaks them.”

She could feel the roots writhing- beneath fabric or flesh, she couldn’t tell. Carefully, she leaned forward to rest her head on the sorcerer’s chest.

Rogier’s heart thundered beneath her ear. “I’ll be careful,” she promised.

There was a long silence that followed. Rogier let one hand release hers, haltingly resting it on her shoulder blades.

Delia pressed closer, curling into his touch. If she’d ever been touched kindly, in her life Before, she didn’t remember it. She let her eyes drift shut, determined to take whatever he was willing to offer.

Under Rogier’s soft touch, the weight of the last weeks piled down. She felt herself tugged downward, deeper toward sleep.

He cleared his throat, startling her from her doze. “Thank you. You… have no reason to show me these kindnesses.” She leaned back to look at him. He released her, hand and shoulder, as though scalded. Some indecipherable look flitted over his features, and then he scowled. “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Delia,” she said. She watched as he mouthed it to himself, as though testing the shape of it on his tongue.

“Thank you, Delia. For all of this.” He gestured to the collection of trinkets she’d brought. “You are too kind by half. I… I don’t know if I can repay you.” He seemed discomfited by the admission. That gave her the courage to capitalize on the brash idea she hadn’t been willing to entertain.

“You can,” she said quickly. She pulled herself up, reaching behind her. She pulled forward the blanket she’d brought. “You can keep watch while I sleep.”

Rogier’s eyebrows lifted. “I assure you that it’s quite safe here-”

“Please,” Delia interrupted. She realized she was wringing the blanket between her fingers when his expression softened. “It would make me feel better.”

He held his breath for what seemed an age, and then gave one short nod. “Very well, then. Will you be comfortable? There are beds, elsewhere in the Hold…”

Delia shook her head. She clambered onto the bench beside him and lay, gently lowering her head to rest on his hip, careful not to press on any roots. “Here’s fine,” she said softly.

Rogier’s arm hovered over her until she took hold of it, pulling it down to rest on her shoulder so she could clasp his hand in hers.

She couldn’t be sure whether her mind made it up, but she thought she felt him tighten his hold as she slipped into dreams.

[ghosttownmettie]

"And... that thing is to blame for the shape I'm in now... I urge the utmost caurion. Don't disturb the corpse more than neccessary..."

[sweetssparrow]

So recently I found some really cursed cut content. Apparently at one point in development they were considering giving us the ability to puppet Rogier. Either that or his puppet was a reward for fighting off Fia’s champions. Crazy I know

[sassaetcie]

my little meow meow rogier!!!!!! quick headshot done in 1 hour

[nightingale-ghost-writer]

The utter heartbreak of how accurate I feel this is. I’m in love.

Rogier the sorcerer

My piece for @landszine. I'm really proud of this work, it's my favorite of last year!

[mac-tirs]

the usage of different types of english in elden ring

most human/tarnished NPCs we meet, like rogier, ansbach, and nepheli, use late modern english:

"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." - rogier, first meeting "general radahn. a pleasure to see you, after all this time. but those remains do not belong to you." - ansbach, upon summon for PCR

but older demigods like messmer, ranni, and morgott use early modern english:

"thou'rt tarnished, it seemeth. mother, wouldst thou truly lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light? yet… my purpose standeth unchanged." - messmer, pre-battle cutscene "thou needst not indulge them unduly, but they too wish to appraise thy worth. it hath been a passing long time since a newcomer entered my service, after all." - ranni, after agreeing to serve her

then there are the younger demigods, like miquella, malenia, and potentially melina, who use a later variant of modern english, similar to the tarnished NPCs we speak to:

"if we honour our part of the vow, promise me you'll be my consort. i'll make the world a gentler place." - miquella, post-PCR cutscene "the scarlet bloom flowers once more. you will witness true horror. now, rot!" - malenia, phase 2 transition cutscene

finally, the hornsent NPCs like the hornsent, hornsent grandam, and the hornsent spirits such as the one outside the whipping hut, who use late middle english similar to the english found in shakespeare's sonnets:

"fie, another? ... then, as that woman would surely say, we are in our purposes well aligned. but understand. your kind are not forgiven. the erdtree is my people's enemy. by marika long betray'd, set aflame." - hornsent, first meeting "all your resentment lingers yet... the raw stuff from which i shall surely forge a curse. upon the dastard messmer's head. upon marika's children each and all." - scorched ruins hornsent spirit

i find it interesting how different the usage of english is in the game, and i feel that it can be a hint on how to properly date an individual's occupation in the lands between/land of shadow. the hornsent, being a people much older than many in the lands between, use the most archaic version of english, while the tarnished and younger demigods use a form of english more closely related to our own in the current period. older demigods (and marika herself, as heard from melina's recounts of marika's spoken echoes) use a form of english more closely related to the period of transition from middle english to early modern english.

additionally, another interesting thing to me: mohg is almost certainly nearly the same age as morgott (since they're referred to as twins), yet he speaks a little differently compared to morgott:

"tarnished, thou'rt but a fool." - morgott, post-battle dialogue "dearest miquella. you must abide alone a while." - mohg, pre-battle cutscene

this makes me wonder if it's possible that, assuming that miquella's verbiage is indicative of his younger age in comparison to the older demigods (aka the demigods born before the marika/radagon union), miquella's charm altered mohg's perception enough to also alter his manner of speaking and carrying himself in some way. if his pursuit of finery (dressing in embroidered robes and handling himself with poise, juxtaposing his bestial growls and strength) was mainly done in an effort to fit into miquella's ideal of a consort. of course, mohg could just be as vain as he seems to be all on his own accord, but i find that it's interesting to entertain the idea that even his current state of being was due to miquella's charm.

i'd love to hear what others think about this. i'm not very learned when it comes to english (it's not really my first language), but i find this all very cool to think about.

[charmre]

It's too kind of you to say you can help but there's no one around who can save me from myself

[epiclad]

Hunter D and Rogier, the premiere Dungeons & Demigods party of the Lands Between. (squeezed Gostoc in there because why not)

[technomancer-01]

“As a Tarnished who wishes to stand before the Elden Ring and become Elden Lord, I am accumulating knowledge. To be all-knowing.”

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[misty-seashore]

Finally finished this game. Its amazing designs-