"Thou'rt yet to become me. Thou'rt yet to become a god." Melina's waking.

Those who bear the aspects of the Crucible were once considered divine; of tails, of horns, and of wings that stretched high. Yet, when Morgott finds his brother injured by his very own horns, the revulsion he feels over their deformities only grows stronger.

When Ranni is stuck in her miniature form she considers herself lucky to be picked up by the Tarnished. However, little did she know just how annoying said Tarnished actually is. Rated mostly M for crude language.

My best shot at covering the war against the Flame Of Ruin, the whole Carian Rennala/Radagon war and marriage plot, Maliketh's campaign against the Gloam-Eyed Queen, the war against the Dragons, the fiasco of Radagon leaving Rennala and the lead up to the Night of the Black Knives, and, of course, The Shattering itself. Too many characters and POVs so none of 'em are getting tagged

This story is a re-telling of Millicent's questline from Elden Ring, reflecting on her thoughts during her journey and describing her point of view.

Melina needs to get to the Erdtree and accomplish her goal of restoring life to the world, and for that she needs a Tarnished to seek the throne. Unfortunately, the one she found seemed to have no such ambition. "What do you mean NO?"

Under a starry night, the Tarnished reminisces of times and places long since past - of a sword of moonlight, that seemed to follow all who came before them.

While the world descends into chaos by the Shattering of the Elden Ring, I'm here traveling here and there, collecting items, and selling my wares to those willing to do business with me. Don't ask why I set up shop at the Lake of Rot or how I ended up in Farum Azula with my entire store without a scratch. It's a trade secret.

The Elden Throne stands unclaimed amid the Moon's chill night, marking the end of the Golden Order. But before the burning of the Erdtree, the fell of Queen Marika, and the thwarting of the Greater Will; there was a Tarnished, a Witch, and a myriad others. A series of moments of a time before the advent of the Age of Stars.

A simple one shot, of how I like to portray the March of the Tarnished, and as such I'm only working off of speculation and what all I can recall from the lore, so if I happen to get a few things wrong...well, not like I can do much to fix it.

Her first true defeat, at the hands of a Tarnished warrior. She knew not the origins of this person, but his might was plain for all to see. Now all there was to do was wait for the final blow... a blow that would curiously never come. "Why does thou not strike, warrior?"

Just a small one-shot I came up with after I dived into the lore of Elden Ring. Summary: Beyond the veils of time, Placidusax has long slept, waiting for his god to return, so they can take back what is rightfully theirs. PS: Someone just notified me that chose the wrong document lol. I've corrected it now so the right text should appear soon! Sorry for the confusion!

A story about Tarnished traveling the Lands Between.

In lowly undying hands of no renown, he pledged oath and blade. A promise to the moon and its vassals in the unknown dark, the knight fought blade and fang as the Lunar Princess' champion. In vile lakes of blood and hidden star-adorned skies, the Tarnished slayed and fell all in his path to manifest the age of stars his lady had desperately wished for.

Maiden this, maiden that, how about maiden deez nuts huh! Enough quest and running around, enough with the chores, enough with the Elden Ring and stupid gods- with chances renewed in Lands Between, being an Elden Lord can wait, how about causing chaos with the boys? Now, that's fun! And we'll do it TOGETHHHHHHAA! Suck it Marika!

Aerfen has lost count of how many times she has done this song and dance. Inevitably, she's sent back to the Chapel of Antincipation some time after the Elden Ring is mended, no matter if she's the Elden Lord or not. An eternal struggle that she can't seem to escape from. Yet this time... this time was different. Everything was the same, and yet everything had changed.

This is a short story based on Fromsoftware's Elden Ring. This story takes both known and accepted lore into account, as well as my own interpretations of certain lore tidbits left in game.

Mohg got his wings dirty and commands Varre to help him preen them.

Starscourge Radahn wakes up in the Chapel of Anticipation instead of the Tarnished. What's a man to do but try and find his horse?

I promise this is not me being salty at not having beat Malenia yet.

Story is about my OC getting isekai into the world of Elden Ring. From his perspective we will experience a more in-depth interaction with NPCs and how he will survive on his journey to reach home.

A Tarnished who has done this whole song and dance a million times before and has reached max level in every skill, starts up one last run. Why? To finally give every last one of his waifus the happy endings they deserve, of course. Told from the perspective of said waifus, as they all try to desperately get a handle on the Tarnished and his antics. WARNING: Mature Themes Abound!

The memoirs of a man who survived the world's destruction by Frenzied Flame. A record of how he built a kingdom upon the ash and fought the soulless Lord within the Flame.

She knew not why exactly she came. But using the Blood Knight Medallion, she requested an audience. Thus she ascended the Mausoleum. For answers, for something, anything, a proof that her actions meant something, that she swore herself to a Suzerain worth fighting for. Struck with a revelation at the top of the Mausoleum, perhaps she finally will receive this gift.

Sellen's favorite apprentice has seen fit to discuss the merits of the many kinds of sorcery with her. And of course, get to speak with their valued teacher a little more.