#allknowingofnir

[zcrayas]

"By the Shardbearers, is that how I stand?" - allknowingofnir

♕ - Rya takes a very careful look at him - how he stood. Then, she looks down at herself. Her two feet planted solid on the ground, little separated from one another, but not too much. Even her hands rest neatly by her sides. Just like lady Tanith had always taught her - fine ladies of the manor should be sharp of their appearance. Considering that, should they really compare, then?

" I believe so... yes." || @allknowingofnir

[coldblood-gardens]

"Word through the vine there's something about bruised grapes?" - allknowingofnir

Alberich slams his braille book down on the table and grabs his scythe, immediately running toward gideons office.

"LISTEN HERE YOU SON OF A--"

"AT LEAST MINE AREN'T COVERED IN DUST YOU DECREPIT--"

"COME AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE--"

Aaaaand he's gone. Gideons gonna have his week made seeing a pissed off, flailing wizard pinned under Ensha's knee. Don't laugh too hard, please. His dignity is the second most damaged part of him

[bloodrosebriars]

❄️ | @allknowingofnir

It’s almost funny how many no-name knights and Tarnished have walked by Gideon’s office without noticing — noticing the fact that the man standing outside the open door is, strangely enough, not Ensha. What’s funnier, though, is that even Gideon himself hasn’t seemed to notice yet — to notice the faint red glow coming from the hall, or the telltale brim of a red glintstone-decorated hat half-blocking the threshold.

In Alberich’s defense, he’s got Ensha’s signature pose down pat: the cocked hip, the folded arms, the thoughtful touch to the chin, the deathly silence. But everything else, and that awful, damned smile…

Well, if nothing else, Gideon is sure to notice something is off when Alberich lets out a rather loud sneeze, a puff of frost escaping his lungs like a dragon’s breath, not quite caught by the hand that flies to cover his mouth.

“Ahem. Sorry.”

And he’s back to posing dramatically.

[deathblightprince]

A loud yelp followed by a thud delivers a very confused and dusty Ensha into the shallow pools of the Deeproot Depths, at the foot of a returned lost city. - allknowingofnir

He found himself not only soaked by the shallow pools of water, but surrounded by Those Who Live in Death. However, they were acting strangely. One would believe they would attack a living being on sight, but these TWLID were oddly docile. They formed a circle around him to look down at him, simply observing him while making the occasional moans and grunts. He would find them slowly dispersing as soon as he stood up, beginning to turn and lead him towards the castle newly built, lost city/capital style castle. He could hear the sounds of mournful whimpers and groans as he approached the castle. None of them would stop him as he entered through the grand doorway. Hmmm, who did this place belong too?

[crybaby-tarnished]

A Preposal and a Wedding - The End of Communion Verse

Rennala sat like nothing had happened, the three all battle worn and bewildered by what had transpired.

Gideon moved his hand, looking at his palm. After all these decades he finally had his own Great Rune… And with it he could be stronger, younger, whatever he desired. And between him and Fyra, that made four.

Fyra herself looked at him, her hands suddenly wringing together, the metal of her gauntlets scraping. She spoke before she could really think on what to say.

“Before you are reborn,” She blurted, “I want to ask you something.”

Gideon and Ensha both looked at her.

“Marry me!”

That was not a question. She almost demanded it. Rather loudly too.

Gideon looked at her silently. After a few agonizingly long seconds, he chuckled, then laughed. Fyra’s face got hot, and she could not understand why he would be laughing at her. Not until he removed his helmet, showing the smile on his face as he began reaching into a sack at his hip. 

He removed his hand, and clutched between his armored fingers was a ring.

“I had Seraph make two of these… I was going to ask you the same, But I never seemed to find the right moment-”

Her heart was racing and her stomach flipping. She wanted to laugh at the situation too, but she could only think of her answer to his non-question. “Yes!” Fyra blurted, face even redder.

Gideon laughed again. “I am the one who should be saying yes. You asked me.” Still he took her hand, pulled her gauntlet off, and slowly, gently, put the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly, the stone seeming to glow. It was a thin band that had the stone embedded into the metal so it could be worn easily under gloves or gauntlets. She kept herself from crying, giving a lopsided shaky smile in her efforts.

He looked up at her, gaze soft. “Yes… I will marry you, but only if you marry this old fool, too.”

“Yes.” Fyra repeated. She took the other ring as Gideon offered it, swooping in to embrace him as tightly as she could, kissing him gently, “Yes, yes I will marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times and kiss you a thousand more.”

As if to prove it, she kissed him again.

“Am I to be… The best man?” Ensha inquired, and Gideon pulled away from the kiss, now his turn to be red.

“Of course. I can think of no better title to give you, old friend.”

“Ah… Love.” Rennala spoke softly, drawing them to look at her as she clutched her egg, “I know love… My beloved egg bequeathed to me by he…”

“We can celebrate and talk more elsewhere… It seems… Cruel to do this infront of her.” Fyra said sheepishly, hands sliding down Gideon’s chest before stepping away from him, “Go on then… Then I will put this ring on you after.”

“Not now?” Gideon looked confused.

“You might gain some weight… It could hurt you.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep calming breath. “Just don’t change too much on me, Okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.” Gideon kissed her forehead, then turned to face the large woman before him.

It was time to shave a few years off.

And after it was all done, well, they simply could not wait, and the Church of Vows was so close. It was only natural that the moment Fyra put the ring on Gideon’s finger that they went to Miriel to make it official.

It wasn’t like they needed anyone else there. Fyra had Melina, Gideon had Ensha. That was enough to bind them under the laws of the Golden Order.

Fyra had put flowers in her hair and the nicest dress she could get on such short notice, Gideon just wore his armor, which no longer fit so loosely and felt much lighter, even though the armor was no different then it was before.

He was the one who was different.

It was nothing like what Fyra had fantasized about. It was small, quiet. No music, just the sounds of bugs buzzing, the wind through the ruins of the church, and of course Miriel’s gentle voice.

Melina watched silently, a smile on her face. She had not been sure she would ever see this moment. The way the two had spoken, it had seemed like they would wait until after it was all done.

If they had… 

But she was here, watching and seeing with her own eyes what made the world worth saving. Love, hope, joy… So many good things that Melina held so very dear.

It was why she and Torrent picked Fyra, for she too held those things so sacred.

A shame she would not see the life her Tarnished would live once her task was done. Would she do as Miquella asked and bring an end to Marika, or would Fyra perhaps go with what she had originally intended?

Marika, still the Queen Eternal, Fyra her Elden Lord, and Gideon… Well he would have a place. Fyra would make one for him.

“I will… Take care of her.” Ensha assured quietly to her.

“I thank you, Ensha.”

Ensha only nodded. A pity they thought, that the little bug could not be here… Ah but Geralt might have made a mess, so perhaps it was better this way.

Both returned their focus on what was, at the moment, important.

“Under the order of the Erdtree, and the fate of the Moon, with vows stronger than iron… I bless you both as man and wife.” Miriel declared, slowly blinking, “May your love be eternal and heal all wounds. Past, Present and Future… You may kiss.”

Fyra took Gideon’s helmet in her trembling hands, and lifted it off his head. Even now, two decades younger, he looked like he had gotten no sleep, that he didn’t eat enough, that he had the weight of centuries on him… 

But she wouldn’t have him any other way.

She brushed his hair back into place, biting her lip nervously for a few seconds before jumping into his arms, her own wrapping around his neck as she kissed him. Gideon laughed against her lips, and he kissed her back.

Whatever choice was made… Whatever ending they chose, be it as Elden Lord or a quiet life in Jarburg… At least they had each other.

[fellomenking]

A tapestry depicting the symbol of Gideon Ofnir. - allknowingofnir

The Fell Omen narrowed his eye. He recognized the symbol of the eye. Sigil of the all-knowing Gideon Ofnir. One of many Tarnished who would seek the Elden Ring. One of many who were emboldened by that wretched flame of ambition.

With a brief sneer, the Fell Omen tore the tapestry in two, and allowed it's remnants to drift off in the wind.

@allknowingofnir

[elorne-the-grafted]

Elorne padded inside, fiddling with a belt that he tied around his chest to hold her in place. A pair of hands was already holding the ends of the sack in place to carry her into the table.

"From the tag on her leg, then yes." With the belt undone, he uses both pairs of hands to lay her down on the cleared table. "Your daughter told me she was your lover." He truthfully couldn't say much. He and Gideon were strangers to each other technically, and he really only knows of this relation based on the say of others. He had some more shocking news to offer Gideon after working for a shockingly short time with Selivus.

A man who he had once or twice seen around the Roundtable Hold has appeared once again, this time with what looks like precious cargo. Using a burlap cloth as a sling, he carries someone on his back, their body and resting on the grafted man's back.

He carries them into his study room. He is straight to the point.

"Is this Dolores? Do you know her?" He sounded slightly winded, as if he sped his way towards here to ask this.

@elorne-the-grafted

The events unfold quickly enough, someone barging into his study with what appears to be a corpse fastened to his back. Someone who's indulged in grafting at that.

It's like ice water down his spine when the words reach his ears.

"Dolores-wait, Dolores, the Sleeping Arrow. You have her?" There's an audible clatter of books as he shoves the stacks of tomes off the table before waving the man in.

"By the Erdtree-get in here man, mind the door!"

[velvet-apricots]

Sauce of Nox with out headdress

So nox apparently have the red and gold eyes.

You know who else has red and gold eyes?

Gideon Ofnir himself!

 It seems Gideon might have Nox blood in his veins.

[wanderer-among-undead]

@allknowingofnir

[coldblood-gardens]

A bottle of a fine vintage wine is left by Alberich's door with a note:

Something to help numb the pain and any ill will between us for that last barb; cheers. - Gideon

-allknowingofnir

"...........i hate to admit it but he has good taste in alcohol. Well, cheers Giddy"

A cork is popped, a couple glasses poured and snuck onto Gideons desk when he turns his back, Gideon only seeing the tail end of Alberich's cape as the heretic leaves through the front door. He'll take the other half of the bottle for himself.

[flameimpaler]

@allknowingofnir

A would-be king that sees only gold

(For the elden ring dlc countdown on twitter)

[crybaby-tarnished]

Upon returning to his hideaway, Geralt will find Ensha squat down and hiding back under the stairway as Gideon raises a maelstrom hollering from the study. He raises a skeletal finger in a 'shhh' motion. - allknowingofnir

Geralt tilts his head, the antenna hands moving around to wipe away cobwebs that got on him. He then mirrors Ensha, making more of a hiss then a shhh. He then goes to a hole in the ground and pulls out a gnawed on ham shank, holding it out to Ensha to share.

It was weirdly cold, but that at least meant it was okay to eat.

[velvet-apricots]

Ensha for the ask meme since I don't see anybody talk about that guy

OHHHH YAYA

favorite thing about them

I love how he is just... there. All the time. Just outside the door, leaning and watching. Why is he there? *shrugs* He just is. Kinda creepy. I also love how loyal he is, to a fault.

least favorite thing about them

He is very underutilized. Like, if you go the whole game with out ever getting a medallion piece, he just vanishes at the end of the game. Doesn't even leave his armor. *poof* gone.

favorite line

Bro says nothing. He says less than Horace from DS3. Horace groans a bit but Ensha just looks at you and gives you a gesture and thats it.

brOTP

Ensha and Gideon, and Ensha and my lil Kindred of Rot baby, Geralt. That is his uncle bones right there!

OTP

Don't have one. Ive considered Ensha/Gideon which shockingly has NOTHING about them (i thought y'all liked old man yaoi????) Also toyed with Gideon/Fyra/Ensha, but nothing has ever come of it. Id imagine if someone i knew started shipping an OC with him, I'd be into it.

nOTP

No one ships him with anyone. But let me filter through a list of npcs.... *pulls out a name card* Milicent? yeah okay. hate that ship.

random headcanon

Imma just toss a few in here, first i just flat out consider canon, second is an interesting 'what if?' thing, last one is from something an rp partner came up with (i miss you allknowingofnir =( )

Ensha is mute and speaks with sign language

Ensha is actually Gideon's maiden and is ftm. (he sometimes has breasts if you remove his armor)

Ensha is a former child soldier for a king named Ensha, who was an enemy of the Golden Order. Gideon saved him from death when the King and his forces were wiped out. He thus donned the king's bones and took the name Ensha

unpopular opinion

I don't really like the headcanon that he's a Puppet. I just think he's a loyal and weird dude who follows Gideon around.

song i associate with them

Uh.... Hmmm....

favorite picture of them

*shuffle shuffle*

[songofsilentechoes]

There is a soft knock on the door. A familiar three paced rapping. - allknowingofnir

There's a silence before the door opens. The short, sightless woman stands there, holding her staff.

"Hello? Is that you, Sir Ensha?"

[coldblood-gardens]

"An ever looming threat over who now?" - allknowingofnir

"Do not pretend you were not scared when I came to visit, Gideon. I've known you long enough to see it in your posture, the way you'd hand twitches with the urge to protect yourself with incarnations. Rule of the hold aside, I would not wish active harm upon you, but I know you can not bring yourself to believe it. When you are ready to get over yourself you are welcome to come downstairs for tea instead of looming over the balcony like a warlord"

[maldrontheassassin]

@allknowingofnir​ has -- oh no: Ensha arrives, completely fine and not related to current events in an alternate timeline, to see what the Night's Calvary is up to.

─╠═►Black and white fabric rest upon the dark armor of the Night’s Cavalry. His war steed snorts at Ensha’s presence, towering above them. Turning to glance at the horse out of the corner of his eye, the nostalgic warrior nearly jumps out of his skin! Armed with nothing save for the faith of the Crucible, did he ready himself for a battle out of his element.

Moments later, he recognized the silent companion of his Tarnished liaison. Still wary -- this was the Erdtree Capitol, after all -- he ensured that the grand dining table stood between them both.

“--Ensha, yes? Is Gideon alright? ...How’d you get here? Why? are you here?”