A video about how the philosophy of Nietzsche (among others) fits into Elden Ring inspired me to write this little bit about how Alexander died. It's not really all that good, and it's very wordy with not much happening, but I'm not really capable of making long format works, at least not yet. Hope this doesn't completely suck.

Ranni travels across the Liurnian Highroad with her brother, Praetor Rykard, to Stormveil Castle under the cover of night. They seek the traitorous Lusat who commit crimes against the Golden Order at Raya Lucaria. Godwyn the Golden awaits them from his regal seat on Storm Hill. Will the find aid or contention with Prince Godwyn? What deeper mysteries are yet to be discovered?

The Tarnished comes to Varre with an injury that needs treatment. Varre is far too happy to help him out. Written for Sicktember 2022.

A Tarnished of no renown has done the impossible: burned through the impenetrable thorns, and become Elden Lord. However, having a title and power means little unless one uses it. With Queen Marika the Eternal returned, and the Rune of Perfect Order used to mend to Elden Ring, it is time to bring Order back to the Lands Between.

You aren't sure where you are or even who you are but you do know one thing. The place you've found yourself is dangerous and full of oddities. Luckily you seem to be some type of immortal though you aren't entirely sure that's a good thing. Well, no use crying over spilled milk as they say.

On a winter night, a traveler from the Lands Between paid a visit to a certain workshop located far beyond the fog. There was a story she wished to hear from the Storyteller.

In the foggy lake of Lliurna, an Albinauric's unexpected discovery of boiled prawn sends him on a journey across the Lands Between to claim the delicacy for himself and his dwindling group.

Snippets of the meetings between the Would Be Tarnished, Vaughn and Lunar Princes Ranni before the Shattering.

A loyal Redmane knight witnesses the last days of the Shattering, as the forces of the mighty General Radahn and the deadly Malenia face off in Caelid.

The Lands Between are a place full of Tarnished. Most with dreams of one day becoming the Elden Lord, some with dreams of simply surviving the harsh place that it was. One man however, had different motivations behind what he did, which led him to seek out Malenia, Blade of Miquella. This story is about Malenia, and her encounter with said Tarnished on one fateful day.

The Graven School of Mages, a nightmare that would haunt the academy for centuries to come, was founded one dark night by the grandmasters Azur and Lusat at Raya Lucaria. Their fate is one of Elden Ring's many secrets that I want to explore from Ranni's POV as she is a pivotal character to the story

Latenna thought all was over after the All-Knowing’s attack on her village, and resigned herself to her tragic fate. That was, until an inconspicuous giant jar found her, and through a little persuasion, might just give her back the determination she needs to push on. For her sake, and for the sake of all Albinauric-kind.

Follow the journey of the First Empyrean Mary, after being gifted with great power by The Great Will, she will need to keep a watchful eye out for agents of the other outer gods, as well as set up the most bare bones and humble of foundations for her new order, while she waits for her coming of age, when the Great Adventure will begin.

Another one-shot where I'm messing around a bit with the lore and events of Elden Ring. It became longer than I anticipated, so there will be a second part to this story. I hope you enjoy it! Summary: While Malenia sleeps, two loyal knights protect the Haligtree until she awakens from her slumber.

"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?"