Waking up in the body of multi limbed demigod led to one hell of case of the cramps. Like a Charlie horse had decided to play hopscotch in my entire body. Only now my body had more body than before.

That's a description.

Not a very good one, mind you. Then again I wasn't in a very good situation right now was I?

Being substituted into the body of Godrick the grafted is what one would call the exact opposite of a good situation.

It probably wouldn't surprise you to know that I had been put in this situation semi against my will by an omnipotent being. I was supposed to be Tomura Shigaraki. Not…a walking slasher film prop bin.

Cheeky bastard had said something about 'all the hands you could ever want'. Then the fucker dropped me in here. No points, no build, no retinue.

Just me, a single stamp, and some memories of one of the most paranoid, deranged fuck ups the lands between had to offer. Godrick's mind and soul had been uhh, 'repurposed' for lack of a better word. Now it was just me driving his grafted meat husk.

It was day time at storm-veil castle, the guards were patrolling. Well, the exiles I had conscripted were patrolling. Godrick had most of his oathsworn and vassals away from the castle. His reasoning being the prisoners needed a firmer hand or else they would escape and run or whatever the fuck this paranoid bastard thought.

Then again, he kept all of his men in line through threats and violence, wouldn't be surprised if somewhere out there in the multiverse some version of Godrick was being…mutineered? Or was that only for pirate ships? Whatever, point is that it's probably happening somewhere somehow.

The one positive to come out of this merge was information and experience. Godrick may have been an old bastard, but that meant he'd seen some shit. Born into the golden lineage right before Godfrey got the boot as a matter of fact. He'd seen just about everything, and that meant I knew exactly where I was in the 'timeline'.

The shattering was pretty much over, and the main game had might as well have started. It had been the same stalemate for a while now, and based on the dead dragon impaled on the pillar across from me it was only a matter of time until 'the tarnished' showed up.

I had no idea what they looked, or what their skills were. I had no idea if they had game style immortality, or if the jump to real world meant they had lore accurate immortality. Either way was bad news for me.

The bottom line was that I had a great rune, and they'd be coming for it.

Staying here was a death trap, but where the fuck would I go? It should have been easy to chart a path. I mean for fucks sake with Godrick's knowledge and mine combined, I knew where practically everything was in the lands between. Everything.

It was hilarious in a hopeless sort of way. I knew where everything was with almost ninety nine percent certainty. I'd played the game that many times. Over a thousand hours on console alone before jumping to PC meant I could just passively remember the locations of things. However just because I knew where they were, didn't mean I was going to go get them.

The number one reason being that getting pretty much anything meant going way too far out of my own way.

The continent was just that, a fucking continent. Going from point A to point B wasn't as simple as fast traveling and then a five minute run on torrent.

I knew where every little knick knack was in Caelid, from the dragon crest shield emblem, to the golden scarab, all the way to radagons soreseal. But that didn't matter. Because I was never, ever going to Caelid. Not unless I was absolutely forced to, and even then I might just bitch out anyway.

Maybe I had inherited some of Godrick's cowardice and was just being a pussy about this but there was no way in hell I was going anywhere near the scarlet rot. Malenia was bad enough when she was just chopping bits off with her sword.

And wasn't that a trip. To suddenly have real battle experience against the GOAT. You learn from your failures, not your successes after all.

Godrick gave me a lot to work with.

Say what you will about the man, but he was a survivor. He hid from Radahn, but who could blame him? The man was larger than him even with troll limbs grafted on, and that was before factoring in the gravity magic that let the man challenge the stars. There was no where on the planet to run from him.

So he hid, and he did a damn good job of it. And damn it all to hell, he fought Malenia! He got his ass kicked, and had to beg for his life, but he survived, and he didn't have his country turned into a rotten hell scape, so suck on that one Radahn!

Speaking of which, I owned something similar to a small country now. Godrick was lord of Limgrave. From stormveil castle, to castle Morne on the weeping peninsula. Which was probably being overthrown by Misbegotten chimera right now. I should probably do something about that.

Or should I?

I'm not Godrick. I might have the man's face and body, but fundamentally I wasn't Godrick. I might have had memories in some useful little flashback folder, but that didn't make me lord of all that was golden. I was just a guy who had gotten dealt the wrong hand. Should I inherit Godrick's responsibilities? Should I follow them? Godrick himself hardly did.

One thing is for sure though. I need to make a decision, and fast. It's only a matter of time before someone comes for me. Of all the demigods, I was the wea-.

I was a demigod with a great rune. Suffice to say there were a lot of blades after my head.

All in all I've got three options. Option one I stay where I am at, which isn't viable for the reasons stated. I'm sure there's some things I could do to improve my odds, like fortifying the castle and whatnot, but that's not something I'm eager to do.

Option 2 is to head south, and retake castle Morne. Which would be nice if I'm looking to role play a 'more competent' Godrick, but that's not really what I'm leaning towards the most.

My third, and at this point preferred option, is going north, to Liruinia.

Not only is it the closest to me at this point in terms of distance, but it also held the loot I wanted most. Rennala's great rune. The Rune of rebirth, which would hopefully let me fix this fucked up Frankenstein amalgam thing I had going on.

Plus I was I going to learn magic.

Why Godrick hadn't already learned incantations of the golden order or spells from the house of the moon was a mystery to me.

Well that's not true, it was actually because of religious and political tensions post Godfrey's banishment and Radagon subsequent wife swap, but still.

Well, I guess it was actually more of just leaving his wife to practice some weird selfcest thing, but what really concerned me in all of that was that Godrick couldn't learn magic at the time.

I was going to fix this travesty, mark my words.

I was going to learn sorcery at the academy, even if I had to take out every last student for those books. Shit, most of em would probably deserve it. This is the same 'academic environment' that would murder Thops after he is given a glintstone key and studies there.

There's bullying and hazing and then there's whatever the fuck the graven heads got goin on. Whatever. Not my circus, Not my monkeys. (Yet at least).

Mind made up, I refocused my gaze onto the dragon corpse across from me. If I wanted to fix this mess, first I was gonna have to make things a little messier.

I stepped in close to the majestic beast's impaled form, running my hands along its thigh, judging the musculature and measuring out the angle. Once I have it marked I wind my largest axe back.

With a mighty heave, I brought my gilded axe crashing into the leg, tearing into the meat with a spray of blood. It took another 3 swings before I made it through the bone, and two more after that to completely sever the leg.

It split off the body with a sickening squelch, and the dragon corpse shifted to the side from the sudden change in weight and balance. I planted my axe in the ground and hefted the dragon leg, inspecting along the cut to see where I needed to trim flesh and expose nerve endings.

Just jamming a severed limb in like a fucked up Bionicle figure wouldn't work here. Hell, Godrick's memories told me that what he did in game was only because there wasn't time to perform a real grafting procedure.

Cutting off the largest hand I had and jamming it into the neck may have been a metal as fuck cutscene, but wasn't the move to go with here and now.

Lego brick plug and play wasn't actually the proper method of grafting, and only worked for Godrick because of his great rune. Which would mean it works for me too, but why resort to the rush job when I wasn't actually in a fight for the death?

Some of my many arms drifts into the clothing I'm wearing and retrieved a plethora of tools. Scalpels, bone-saws, a skinning knife, along with some other choice implements. Everything I needed to whittle down the parts until they were perfect. Both the dragons leg and my own, with mine honestly needing more work done.

My legs are built using troll limbs as a base, as their bones are the largest and sturdiest I could get my grafted hands on. The flesh ironically isn't as strong as it seems, which is why I had jammed so many other appendages their to fill things out. I may have gone a bit overboard.

One of the tarnished' legs sticking out of my asscheek kicked out in agreement to this thought. I grimaced at the sensation.

Marika's tits, grafting the dragons feet might be more important to me than grafting it's head. My legs were on their last legs, literally. I had grafted so many that it was like two big piles of shit down there. Made me wrinkle my nose.

Hacking away at them with the tools is nearly cathartic. I think being in Godrick's body is affecting me more than I realize - I couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I worked. Softcore maschosim wasn't supposed to bring the same sense of satisfaction faction that a job well done did.

I'll roll with it, if only because screaming in horror and agony doesn't help me fix my issues.

When I was finished with the right legs I placed down the dragon's gently next to the pillar and 'stepped into it' for lack of a better term. There is another sickening squelching noise, this one accompanied by a hiss of pain. I began attaching and sewing as the golden glow of my Great rune fills the courtyard. When it dies down, I am the proud new owner of a dragon leg.

My now clawed digits bite into the earth as I gain sensory information of my new appendage, nerves re-alighting with signals one by one as the limb 'comes alive', My sense of balance is thrown, but that'll fix itself in a little bit. As long as I'm not falling over I'm fine.

I slowly shift my weight to the new foot, and grin like a loon when I'm able to lift my whole unevenly distributed two ton body up off the ground and hold it there like I'm doing yoga. I bask in the moment for a handful of seconds before lowering myself back to ground.

I was picking my axe back up to go to work on the other leg almost immediately. It wasn't until I detached and started working on it that my silence was interpreted.

"Lord Godrick…What are you doing?" I heard rasped from behind me. I whipped my head around in fright, but saw that it was only Gostoc. Nearly made me breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh it's just you Gostoc." I calmed before grimacing. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm grafting this dragon" I groused at the emaciated, one limbed man.

"I can see that milord. But Ahhh-, why the feet?" He inquired, face pale.

"What do you mean 'why the feet'? I asked him incredulously, before holding up my non dragon foot, showing off the twisted mass of flesh. "Have you seen mine lately!? Why the fuck do you think?" I barked at him. He recoiled away from the sight,

"Err o-of course! My apologies milord!" He rushed to reassure me.

God, fuckin Gostoc. Even when he's working for me he was still a pain in my ass. I knew who the first to the treasury would be once I left, that was for damn sure.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure you are. Make yourself useful and go grab the rest of my Implements, and get me my mimic veil while your at it" I told him offhandedly as I used my bone saw to cut through a particularly tough bit of femur.
I knew that Marika's mischief was still in the castle. It was supposed to be in my room, but Godrick had 'lost it'. Having two sets of memories meant I knew that the tarnished would find it in a chest in the keep. Three guesses as to how it got there and the first two don't count.

A hateful expression had crossed his face when I first started speaking, but when I mentioned the veil he went pale. "P-pardon my lord?"

I snorted contemptuously, "Go get the rest of my implements, and then go get me the priceless crown of queen Marika that's in a chest by the main hall. Yaknow, the one you hid?" I spoke to him slowly, as if I was speaking to an idiot. To be fair I kinda was.

"M-m-my lord, I promise-" he started to genuinely panic. I held up five hands to stop him from speaking.

"Gostoc, I honestly do not fucking care that you did it. This is the most important grafting project of my life. Get my stuff, get it quickly, and I'll let you off scot free." I told him, barely able to keep myself from rolling my eyes.

This is part of the reason I had decided not to stamp anyone in this castle, or even tell them about where I would be going.

I hated these fucking dipshits.

They were annoying as hell and I hated them all, in no small part due to Godrick's own feelings towards his troops. If I did bring any with me on the journey to Raya lucaria they'd be used as meat shields, and not much else.

"O-of course! Thank you my lord!" He scurried off.

Oh so now you remember proper grammar, you little rat. I huffed to myself that I was dumb for getting worked up over this, and to focus back on my work.

The second dragon limb was pretty much ready to go, just needed to finish up the adjustments on my own leg. With a final hack from the knife I pulled the last bit I needed away. Tendons pulled off the bone in a specific point at the knee and I gave a little wince. One of the few cuts I had to make that didn't make me smile.

I sank my second leg in and began attaching, sewing, and applying my great rune to the leg once more. A lengthy process, but one that was well worth it.

When that was done I smiled down at my new legs.

"Yes" I hissed to myself in triumph as I went to stand up as tall as I could with my new appendages. I rose up from the ground and climbed higher and higher. "yesss-" my victory cry was cut off with a startled yelp as I lost balance and promptly fell on my ass.

It was like all of a sudden I couldn't stand right, wobbling and falling almost immediately after.

I let out a groan from my position on the ground, staring at the sky. I was so glad that Gostoc wasn't here to see that. I might have had to take back the choice to let him live.

With one last curse of annoyance I sit up straight and begin inspecting my new legs to see the damage. No physical deformities present, no damage done to the new connections, no torn stitches and threads. So what the fuck happened?

Why wasn't I able to balance on the dragons feet?

I looked over at the creature, my eyes tracing along where it's legs used to be. I hadn't missed anything critical to the legs, had I? Some tendons? Maybe some nerve clusters that were important?

I didn't have any other explanation. I mean, I knew I wasn't a dragon, but I should have still been able to do it. It's not like I needed a tail or anything!

…My face went entirely blank, before several different limbs tried to facepalm me at once.

I was an idiot. No, that was being too generous. I was a fucking idiot. Animals had tails for a reason. Dumbass.

This led me to crawling back up and inspecting the dragon's tail, while asking myself the dubious question of how the fuck was I going to graft a dragon tail. For one thing it was easily the biggest part of the dragon besides the wings. I wasn't even a regular sized dude anymore and the tail was still pretty fucking big.

I couldn't graft it to my own tailbone, I'd snap my spine apart if I even managed to lift the tail off the ground. No, I needed a stronger connection point, and one that could fit almost seemlessly in with my other parts. Which was no small feat when it came to the prospect of grafting, which was grizzly on the best of days. Hmmm.

I'd have to use part of the dragons spine to make some sort of connection point. Would upper or lower vertebrae work better I wonder? How much of the spinal chord is needed? There might be some left over to serve as material for later.

I had to be extra careful around those parts though. You always had to be especially careful with anything that connected to brain stem. Everything in the body connected to brain really, but the farther away from it you were the easier the grafting went. At least, that's how it was for People who didn't have a great rune burning in body. I could get away with more than anyone else in my chosen field. I had to be to graft a dragon!

For that matter I still do want the actual dragon part of the dragon. I'd given up on the wings as a lost cause, but I could still get a sick ass flamethrower arm.

I just needed to make sure I didn't damage anything on the dragon I might still need too badly. I'll start with the lower part of the spine, it's what attaches to the tail anyway. Might as well get that piece ready now. The longer you waited in grafting the more time you gave for cell death, infection, and all other kinds of nasty shit to set in.

The fact that I was as healthy as I was with all that had been done was a crazy. Just goes to show the power of the Elden ring's shard.

I decided to hack the the whole tail off at its hips, and use the upper parts of its spine to join it to me. It's even messier than I first planned, but I get the job done. Taking the dragon down from the pillar is a chore, but easier now that it's missing its legs and I can use them to stand up tall enough to reach now.

Once it's on the ground my axe descends back down on the once mighty beast, and before long I'm pulling away my prize. With the tail separated I hone it on the next part I need.

I work my way up, taking chunks of vertabrae and spinal chord, with special care not damage to the nerves overly much. From there I have the even more dubious task of cobbling together what is essentially an action figure connection point made out of meat and dragonspine that would slot into my back, with the connection point being on top of where my tailbone would be so I can actually balance correctly.

God I can't believe I'm really trying to turn myself into a meat mech megazord made of mostly dragon parts. Even worse, I'm somehow managing to make this shit work.

It shouldn't be possible, and like I said, it messier than planned but I still succeeded. The severed end of the tail took a while to get ready, but once it was I grafted it right into the spinal connector I made.

Now, how was I going to properly graft this beautiful piece of body horror on my ass?

"My lord, I've retur- oh sweet fucking Marika!" Gostoc recoiled in horror at the sight of me caked in dragon gore. More importantly he had the rest of my tools and the magic tiara in his hands.

"Oh good, your back. Bring that stuff over here and come help me graft this tail Gostoc! You're free to go after that." I told him.

The man let out shakey breath, "yes my lord"

Retrieving the tools and crown, which I slipped into my pocket, I set to work on getting the tail ready.

"My lord do you… intend to become a dragon?" He queried while I worked.

"Gostoc, if I wanted to become a dragon, I woulda just cut out its heart and taken it to the church of Dragon communion just off the shore. I need the tail to balance the new legs." I told him.

"Ah I see" he replied. Judging off his tone he definitely didn't.

"Alright, I'm going to start the graft. Make sure I've got the right positioning. Don't fuck it up, and I'll get a new left arm for ya, got it?" I told him sternly.

The man's dour expression cleared right the fuck up. "U-understood my lord!"

"Good"

From there began the process of the getting the tail in. A pain in the ass if there ever was one. At least I could get rid of the leg that was sticking out of the same spot.

The graft took a while, and getting it in the right spot had been a bitch. I had resorted to using the pillar as a brace to just ram the fucker in there, with Gostoc handing me tools and telling me when I was off target.

It was a grueling procedure, and when were done the sun hangs low in sky.

The power of my great rune flares as the tail comes to life. It curls and whips back and forth erratically as I adjust to the new sensation. It's certainly a strange feeling, to have all that weight there. At the same time the tail is probably stronger than the rest of me. It's not the most prehensile thing in the world, I certainly can't grab anything with it, but it's absolutely packed with muscle. If it weren't for the spine running through it I would think it was all muscle like a tongue.

Which might even be a nastier mental image than what I got going on right now. Still, it was worth the time and effort. There's no other way to say it. Strutting around with the lower half of a dragon is dope as fuck.

I look like the body horror rendition of Man-beast Kaido and I feel like him too. I was already a big guy with all the added parts, but now I was looming. Gostoc looked ready to piss himself when I leaned over him with a shit eating grin.

I laughed, "alright alright, I'm done, come here and let me see your limb so I can graft that arm I promised you"

The man's face changed to one of relief and he toddled over to me. I bent down and inspected the knob that had been his once severed limb. It wasn't infected, and the skin still looked healthy enough.

I went over to where some excess parts where and looked through the selection. It was all unfit to graft for me, but it would do well enough for Gostoc. He was lucky he had been so useful today, the little bastard.

I grabbed the man and hoisted him up with my many limbs. He let out curses and whines of protest, but I ignored him in favor of getting the graft ready. I took great pleasure in re-severing his knub arm, and he screamed even better when I attached the new one. That'll teach you not to touch my stuff, you bitch.

I dropped him to the ground when all was said and done, and the man panted on his knees. There was a pain filled and hateful expression on his face, but that changed to some abominable mix of hatred and gratitude when he saw his new hand make a clenched fist.

Gostoc stared down at his now working arm with surprise, shock, and grief. There were tears in his eyes and he sniffled even while sneering at me.

"Thank you milord" he grinded out.

I gave him an ugly smile back.

"Your quite welcome Gostoc." I spoke facetiously, "Now get back to your post." I finished in a sterner tone.

He grumbled but complied, stalking out of the courtyard with his eyes still fixed on his hand, which he was still clenching and unclenching. It had been a while since he lost his old one, hadn't it?

Ah well, he wasn't going to be my problem anymore. None of the people in this castle would be. I just had two grafts left to do, one test to perform, and then I'd be on my way.

The head would be one of the the grafts but I was saving that for last.

I put my right foot down on the body it used to be attached too and rolled the dragon onto its back, wings splayed in the wrong directions from said rolling.

My skinning knife cut into its chest, chipping away at the lesser dragons rough scaled skin. The meat would be next, sheered away by my butchers blade. With a chunk of the ribs exposed I could finally see my prize, still vivaciously beating in the dragons chest.

It's heart.

I hadn't lied when I told Gostoc that I wasn't trying to become a dragon, I wasn't going to eat this heart. There were certainly other uses for it though, and something I wanted to try besides.

I was very careful in using my bone saw to get rid of the pieces of rib blocking me from the heart. I was even more careful in using my scalpels to not only get the heart out of the body, but to get all the vessels attached to it as well. It took time and precision, but when I removed the heart I took a small chunk of the rest of its circulatory system too.

This began the process of giving myself a second heart. I had always wanted to be a space marine.

Obviously I couldn't open up my own rib cage and just drop the thing in, but my torso was hardly the only one among the conglomerate that was my body. Maybe in the future I'd find a special torso just for dragon hearts, but right now one of the ones already connected to me would be fine.

At best I'd see some improvements all around. At worst I just cut the thing out again and eat it at the church after all.

I open up a path to where I want the heart just above my midsection, inside the main troll torso I used for my body.

It's a bitch to attach the blood vessels to anything, but I make it work by connecting them to one of the torso's that was attached the troll body. When I'm sure it's attached right I spark my great rune and gasp as it connects to my system. There was a pressure as the new heart started pumping blood harder then my own. A strange feeling to be sure, but one I'm prepared to endure.

Task done, I move onto the final piece of the grafting puzzle. The head. This one is fairly straight forward. The only thing is that I don't want to have to lose my current left hand to do it. Just because it's being done in a controlled environment instead of a battle doesn't mean I'm still not just doing the same thing as my canon counterpart.

Still, I don't feel that I have much choice in the matter. I needed the firepower, and not just for a pun. Besides, it's not really sacrificing a hand if I have fifteen more right?

Still, just cause I'm doing the same move as the video game doesn't mean I need to just jam it in there. Once more I set to work with my tools, and once more I carve a pice of myself and the dragon away, so that they can be joined together.

I whittle down the dragons neck until the connection is in place, then I start to pull it off the body. Scale skin cracks, muscle tears, and flesh and sinew pull apart. When my great rune links the head into my 'network' it sends a shock thrill of what feels like lighting shooting up my arm and into my spine.

The dragons head jerks, once, then twice, and then flames start to pool in its mouth. It has no eyes to see with, but it's brain is still mostly intact, which means I can now smell and taste like I'm a dragon with my left hand. The extra sensory input is so potent it threatens to overwhelm me. I have to focus hard to clear it, and even then it's still irritating.

When I finally exert full control however? My face hurts from smiling.

The dragon raises up with a roar accentuated by my laughter, flames billowing from its mouth.

I raise my arm up fully and open the dragon's jaws wide, spewing that flame into the sky. I can't help myself, I have to say it.

"Forefathers one and all, bear witness!" My voice cracks but I can't bring myself to care. I'm in awe of the dragon I now wield as four of my own limbs. The power they bring it's… it's intoxicating.

Once I'm a bit more under control I take a second to breathe before initiating my final test.

I reach one of my regular hands into my pocket and retrieve Marika's mimic veil. This was what I wanted to test out most of all once I remembered its existence.

I donned the veil and was enveloped in a gold light and magic. To my delighted shock my grotesque form vanished, and in its place was uhh. Well it was pretty simple.

I was a chick now, and a hot one at that.

Long blonde hair, toned legs, and perky tits all behind a black dress that's cut specifically to show off. I'm the spitting image of a young queen Marika. Or maybe this is just genderbent Godrick if he wasn't an old bastard shaped like a 4 dimensional object?

Either way, the important part about the veil is that I can fit through normal doorways now.

Seriously. That's why I had Gostoc get it. So I could fit through doors. How did it do that you ask? Well it wasn't just an image of me as girl.

The illusion projected by the veil was something more. Whether it's because it used to belong to/was created by Marika and is thus divine, or because that's just the way the magic works; I'm not sure.

Either way, it functions like a Naruto transformation technique, literally changing my shape and orientation. Not to say it's an actual sex change.

I'm not literally a woman here, it doesn't functionally change my gender. More like it just pushes everything that's me into the simulacra of a woman. It could also do inanimate objects, but the person disguise was what I had been after.

I take the veil off and the pretty woman disappears, as I go right back to being a multi limbed demigod with big ass dragon legs and a huge winding tail. One hell of a shape-shift.

Im left to stare down at the little gold ornament responsible for this ease of access ability in amazement. Why the original Godrick didn't have this thing on him at all times I'll never know. (That's not true, Gostoc was just a bitch)

This thing was broken. Forget the black knife assassin cloaks, this was the real best item for stealth. I put it back on and walk towards my throne as a slip of a girl, laughing all the while.

If I was back in my home world right now I could go waltzing down the street, and aside from my fashion choices no one would take a second glance at me.

All the while concealing a literal fire breathing dragon head attached to the mother of all body horror. That was crazy. Funny in messed up way sure, but still definitely crazy.

"Then again man, I might be a little crazy myself" I giggled, because it was only me out here. Who was gonna judge me for chatting to myself?

I made my way up the stairs and into my throne room. I strolled past the throne and the statue of Lord Badass, heading down the left path stairs to the crypt. Past those stairs I went through another room and took the ladder down.

The final room before I was outside again. Behind me was the door to the outside, but I checked the crypt room in front of me.

There was a spirit of a noble clinging to the wall, begging in whispered ramblings. I could remember what he was here for well enough. I walked over to the spirit, my hair standing on end despite myself.

I shook my head at myself, mad that I was getting scared of something as light as this. How could I except to even make it to Raya Lucaria with an attitude like that?

I steeled my resolve and marched the final few feet towards the noble. I didn't say a word, I merely looked at the shabriri grape in his possession before I ruthlessly squashed it.

Call it the golden order in me, but I wasn't taking chances on anything destroying the erdtree.

Not until I had found a way off this world at least. Once I was gone it could go to the dogs.

Job done, I turned on my heel and went for the exit. Emerging outside to see a wondrous view, I was dumbstruck by just how large the world was.

The erdtree was as big as I expected it be, and dominated the scenery to my right with its glowing gold rays.

Liurnia itself was massive and sprawling. The valley below me was misty swamp that seemed to stretch on for hundreds of miles, capped on both ends with raised landmasses of a shattered world. In the far far distance I could just barley make out the sight of Raya Lucaria tower and dome peeking up over the mist.

I had a long, long ways ahead of me. Let's hope I don't get eaten by giant crayfish on the way there, aye?

An intelligent MC: gathers up the army of Mercenaries and knights Godrick already owns and Zerg rushing the academy with a huge baggage train.

My dumbass: let's strap up 4 dragon parts and solo this shit!

so anyway, hope you enjoyed. Updates for this will be sporadic, but I have 2 more chaps ready to go for right now.