`` i see. what brings you to gelmir? there aren’t many spectacles to be seen. just petrified stone and aggressive wildlife. ``

so glad to see the fantasy and elden ring verse be more active. /

he’s seen the reader’s search history . .

slow steps closer . the lord of blasphemy took this as an entrance to plop right next to her. his robes helping him keep warm. `` . . . excuse me. doth thou know where i may be ? `` carrying his golden blade — it lacked the writhing fleshy mass it would come to have soon.

these things ARE EVERYWHERE.

`` i mean no harm, truly. you will find that the residents have been unscathed ; i have rather shown interest. `` his intents were surprisingly noble for this time ; he looked upon priscilla. `` i. . . you must be who tends to the populace , no ? ``

instead , what seemed to be the dead serpent , writhed once more. it was unnaturally large — the size of a serpent larger than a python. wrapping around the man’s corpse and hissing at cris. the flesh of the Demi-god provided attrition.

. . . you think a small little blade will end me ? haha . . . foolish knightess . . i am / not / suffering . join me ; and my family — to devour the gods .

very well . . . so , why have you come here . . . you intend on harming me ? or for audience . . . [ slowly reaching into the mouth of the serpent , with a disgusting sound ringing out — as he pulled out the blasphemous blade , rotting corpses falling out too . ]

`` oh ? perhaps i may tell you of my visions — of my sights into the future. `` slowly digging the blasphemous blade into the molten rock beneath him. `` on how i am destined to fight the shadow of queen marika. and . . . to devour this world. ``

`` my stories . . . ? there aren’t many to note . . . i am not as accomplished as my brother . . . but — perhaps you’d be interested in knowing my . . . start to heresy ? `` moving the serpents head closer , to hear her better .

i am doing my best to write pre - serpent rykard as a noble lord ; with noble tasks and ideas . as it’s described that he once was in the lore . /

experimenting on an albinauric. the poor thing seems to be in some sort of pained state, nails driven into it , binding it to a crude assortment of planks.