thalassaschel
A lost shell washed ashore
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{{Independant Tarnished OC from Elden Ring}} {{Soulsborne RP}} {{Sideblog to: krakenguard}} {{Character Art by: lockawayknight}}
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thalassaschel ยท 2 days ago
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thalassaschel ยท 4 days ago
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"Personal question: How hard is it to keep clean when out on adventures alone? I imagine stepping out of your armour for a scrub would...pose an issue." ~JadedBunnyMagick
"I couldn't tell you about half the places I've gone through, but I'll simply say that I've gotten dirty. A lot."
The blue-clad warrior flexed her fingers.
"But, as a Tarnished... One who sees the guidance of grace, the light that shines from a site of grace seems to have a sort of... Purifying effect? Whatever wounds I carry are mended. Whatever ailments I have afflicted upon me are purged. And once I've had my rest... It's as if nothing ever happened."
After a moment, the warrior drew in a deep breath and sighed.
"Helpful. But I don't know... I'd rather find a good spring where I could actually soak in... That's the problem with being a Tarnished guided by grace. Sometimes, grace... Just... It's like it takes away from you. It's hard to describe... I would rather enjoy a nice, hot bath."
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thalassaschel ยท 4 days ago
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"Are there enemies that you have trouble fighting? You don't have to be specific." ~EyesLikeStainedGlass
"Well, you're gettin' specifics," the blue-clad warrior started.
"There's these ghost fuckers that show up in a couple places. Screaming, spewing poison. Flailing around with enough limbs that could give Godrick competition... They're nasty pieces of work, but they're impossible to run away from."
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thalassaschel ยท 4 days ago
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Ask my muse personal questions!
Time to pry into their life.
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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His body seemed to shiver as he drew in a deep breath, exhaling a sigh in response to Ansbach's words.
And Schel stood awkwardly close by, with hands clasped behind her back.
She didn't know Mohg as Ansbach did... She still thought back to when she'd first seen the Lord of Blood, grand and imposing. He who had stolen Miquella away from the heart of the Haligtree, and sent it on its subsequent decline. In her eyes he appeared more demon than omen...
... She still wasn't sure what to think... From that first impression of him, it felt surreal to see him as humbled as he was. It felt almost wrong that a stranger such as herself was beholden to him in such a state of vulnerability.
'You are among friends.'
... Friends...
"... Hey, um... I'm going to check up on Thiollier... Will you be alright? With him?"
And she wondered, too, how aware he was of the events that transpired... Between the charm, and the desecration of his corpse... She had been of low opinion toward the Lord of Blood. But hearing from Ansbach, she could not help but pity him.
"... Do you think Radahn is still in there?" Asked the warrior, looking to the red mane... Even his feathers were tipped with red.
"Furthermore, do you think it's anything we should worry about?"
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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"... Friends...?"
Spoken as if the word was completely foreign to him... And for a moment she felt his glassy gaze upon her. And the utter exhaustion was plain to see. Exhaustion of the body. Exhaustion of the heart.
"... Friends..."
That single word was spoken again, only with a soft sigh. She watched as his eye drifted shut, moistness glistening in the corners.
And he curled up, arms wrapped tightly around his body in a tight embrace to himself... It was all the strength he had in him.
The weight of the enchantment was surely crushing down on him.
And she wondered, too, how aware he was of the events that transpired... Between the charm, and the desecration of his corpse... She had been of low opinion toward the Lord of Blood. But hearing from Ansbach, she could not help but pity him.
"... Do you think Radahn is still in there?" Asked the warrior, looking to the red mane... Even his feathers were tipped with red.
"Furthermore, do you think it's anything we should worry about?"
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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She took a step back, wide-eyed as the Lord of Blood drank to a point of choking. Coughing into the bucket and splattering water all over. And once he was cleared up, he drank. He drank until pause. And he drank some more, until the bucket was emptied. And there he lay. Each breath was accompanied with a soft rasp.
Still she kept her distance. Watching. As he looked upon Ansbach, there was a certain calm in his eye.
The hue of his eye was different, thought Schel... Gold. But a different kind of gold. Something more vibrant, closer to orange.
"... Ans...bach..."
And she wondered, too, how aware he was of the events that transpired... Between the charm, and the desecration of his corpse... She had been of low opinion toward the Lord of Blood. But hearing from Ansbach, she could not help but pity him.
"... Do you think Radahn is still in there?" Asked the warrior, looking to the red mane... Even his feathers were tipped with red.
"Furthermore, do you think it's anything we should worry about?"
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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It took an effort on both their parts. Holding his head up to keep him from falling flat on his face and knocking the chalice out of Ansbach's hands.
At the first couple flicks of his tongue, his eye started to flutter. Opening just a sliver to focus upon Ansbach for but a brief moment, until he became aware of the bucket of water. And he shifted from them both, focusing on the bucket and lapping most greedily at the water, heedless of the splashing and sloppiness.
And she wondered, too, how aware he was of the events that transpired... Between the charm, and the desecration of his corpse... She had been of low opinion toward the Lord of Blood. But hearing from Ansbach, she could not help but pity him.
"... Do you think Radahn is still in there?" Asked the warrior, looking to the red mane... Even his feathers were tipped with red.
"Furthermore, do you think it's anything we should worry about?"
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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Ansbach really did care for his lord... Folk in the Lands Between put their faith and devotion in some of the most curious figures. And there were yet those who's loyalty came into conflict.
Iji, Blaidd, and Ranni... Lady Tanith and Praetor Rykard... And Varrรฉ, pleading for his Lord of Blood to save him. But his prayers went unheeded.
She wondered, were he free of the enchantment, if Mohg truly would have answered...
For a moment she looked up at the Lord of Blood. And though it was not without hesitation, she reached out, gently running her hand over his head, smoothing out the crimson mane.
And she froze when she heard a sigh. Looking down upon his slumbering face. His mouth was moving. The tip of his tongue poking out. Thirsting in his sleep.
"... Hey, um... He's... Licking..."
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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And she wondered, too, how aware he was of the events that transpired... Between the charm, and the desecration of his corpse... She had been of low opinion toward the Lord of Blood. But hearing from Ansbach, she could not help but pity him.
"... Do you think Radahn is still in there?" Asked the warrior, looking to the red mane... Even his feathers were tipped with red.
"Furthermore, do you think it's anything we should worry about?"
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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"He's out of it at the moment," said Schel.
In the back of her mind, she recalled how Thiollier introduced himself. A young man who specialized in poisons. And considering his proclivities toward sleep, she wasn't entirely sure he was... Well.
He had defied expectations, but she wasn't certain she could trust him when it came down to that.
... Perhaps she was jumping to conclusions... With knowledge of poison came a knowledge of medicine. So perhaps he might know something.
But nevertheless, as of the moment, Thiollier, too, was incapacitated.
"The least I can offer is to help find a bucket of water and a cloth to dab his brow with... Try and see if we can bring down that fever. Though... Maybe a whole tower is more appropriate...?"
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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... For being the supposed feared commander of the Pureblood Knights, Ansbach's words and touch carried a certain comfort.
Oh, if old Yura were alive now... 'No kinship with their ilk remains.'
And yet here she was. Allied with one of those whom the old Ronin had professed to hunt... Hell, she would go a step further and call Ansbach a friend.
She still had many questions. But for now, those questions would wait...
She looked to the Lord of Blood with brows furrowed... He hadn't moved since becoming himself again, and Schel thought the worst, though she had not the heart to voice her concern aloud to Ansbach.
She would help however she could. Standing up to move closer to the Lord of Blood, she reached out and pressed the back of her hand to his brow.
He was warm... Incredibly so... Feverishly.
At least that meant he was still alive. Though for better or for worse remained to be seen.
As requested, she would help Ansbach. Circling the Lord of Blood, taking note of every strap keeping the golden armor snug and tight on him. One by one she undid them; and with Ansbach's help, the gold cladding slipped from Mohg's body.
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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thalassaschel ยท 10 days ago
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In all truthfulness, she'd been asking that herself for the longest time. From falling from high places, to getting stomped on by trolls. She's seen the insides of an octopus' stomach, and been impaled on sword and pike. If not for Grace, she would have been long gone.
Beyond herself, there were also the various people she'd met on her travels. Fellow Tarnished who had lost sight of Grace, who perished, and were not once seen again...
WAS she alright?
"I'm fine," she answered, readying a few more stones for when the light of the present one faded. "But my point still stands... Can't lose you now... Not... Too sure I could deal with him without having a familiar face close by."
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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thalassaschel ยท 11 days ago
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The blue-clad Tarnished looked down upon the old knight. Though his garment was dark in color, she took note of a certain dark-red dampness on his clothes. And her brows furrowed.
"Shit Ansbach, you're bleeding."
Kneeling down beside Ansbach, she got to preparing a couple warming stones. The light will at least be enough to envelop the three of them.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were that badly injured? I know you care for your lord and all, but you're no use to him if you're dead..."
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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thalassaschel ยท 11 days ago
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With a slight quirk of her brow, the warrior strode up to the slumbering Lord of Blood, making note of the injuries he had sustained.
He had a rather nasty hole where his left eye was... She recalled, when she first fought the Lord of Blood, that one of the many twisting horns that adorned his head had curled in on his face, and embedded itself in his eye. But it was no longer there...
Removed by Miquella no doubt. Or one of his faithful.
"... I can make a couple more warming stones, if you need some," she said in a hushed voice, turning to the old knight and showing off a handful of stones.
"For you and him, of course..."
[thalassaschel] Roundtable Hold was not a place she had expected to return to. Not since the burning of the Erdtree. Not since the death of... Radagon... Marika... The slaying of the Elden Beast within the Erdtree. And the Lunar Princess' departure to the stars.
For better or for worse, Schel had remained... The Lands Between were in for a long winter, and she had decided to stay behind. To help the people of the Lands Between as best as she could, as well as offer long-needed aid to the Omen, the Misbegotten, and the Albinaurics.
She had ingrained Miquella's vision of a gentler world upon her heart. Or... So she had thought... It wasn't until she had met Lady Leda and Sir Ansbach that she had begun to second guess what exactly Miquella had envisioned. And then there was everything that happened afterward. Trina. Radahn. Mohg...
The blue-clad warrior looked down from the balcony. Even now, Ansbach remained at his lord's side.
'I'd do anything to make amends, in whatever meager way I can.'
Old man really did go above and beyond for his lord...
With a sigh, she gripped the wood railings, and flung herself off from the balcony, landing with light feet on the level below. And she approached Ansbach.
For a moment she could not help but look upon the Lord of Blood. He was yet unmoving, clad in the battered armor of gold worn by the consort of Miquella... And the mane of red that flowed from the back of a horn-bedecked head.
That certainly wasn't there when she had first met the Lord of Blood, brooding over his withered cocoon...
"... How is he?" She asked at last. From what she could tell, there had been no movement from the large omen since his soul returned.
He did not expect to survive the battle, even less so to win. But ultimately, the have defeated Miquella and his consort. And somehow... his lord's soul returned into the now-abandoned vessel.
Ansbach had been by his side ever since. He may have inhabited his body once more, and it had more or less reverted to his true appearance, but the injuries he sustained in the battle were severe. The old knight was very worried...
The Roundtable, at least, was a safe place. The blacksmith didn't mind their presence, and the young spirit tuner was friendly.
Ansbach tried, carefully, to remove the armour. The helmet was broken and easy to remove, but the rest proved difficult, with his lord unconscious. He managed to take off the chains, at least.
"He's alive... I hope he can recover."
Yet, who could tell how his lord would feel, after being so cruelly betrayed by the one he loved? Miquella, for all his supposed compassion, had no qualms about deceiving him and using him...
He sighed, and tried to make his lord as comfortable as he could.
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