Morgott
He pondered, as he did so often, just what the hell his mother had been thinking, why the Greater Will was allowing all of this and why his siblings (he was perfectly aware of his mothers nature, despite the lengths she went to hide it, and how much she hated the very sight of him) were such... well, scavengers and bastards. Seriously, the entire war, the entire chaos could have been solved if Rykard, the treacherous worm that he was, had not decided to plunge the whole land into anarchy and grand scale banditry. Prompted in no small part due to the gods commanding them thus.
Again, he sighed, as he sat down. He was in many ways, too old for this shit, and the fact that more Tarnished kept showing up. More idiots with more ambition than sense wanting to carve a path of destruction and chaos into the lands were nobody really stays dead. Because once, his mother sealing away the whole concept was something to, if at least not exactly take a great deal of comfort in, at least it was a constant. And it wasn't like the entire family forget he was buried in the sewers, out of sight and mind.
To be sure, Mytheal was one of the oddest of his kin. And the only one that had looked at the Great Rune bestowed on him and threw it and the power away, proclaiming 'fuck this shit' before he ran. And the man was by and large considered to be one of the most gifted seers and prophets in the lands between, whose sight was unmatched by any. Nearly impossible to get a straight answer from him about anything important... though in hindsight? How many of his actions were NOT taking in account a grand weave of cause and effect?
As always, his younger sibling gave him a headache. Yes, he visited him in the sewers along with Mohg. Even gifted them with books, taught them how to read, gave them these little tree things, bonsai, that took time and effort to care for. Something that only ever helped calm his soul and focus his mind... even if his idiot twin had never really caught on. In many ways, it was a shame, though a part of him wondered just why it was that the seer had the strength of mind or will to simply... throw it all away?
To abandon their mothers words and not take part in the Shattering at all. Neither a lord or a god... fit only to be a sacrifice like the rest of them. He closed his eyes, sitting on his throne, a part of him dreaming that the others would be here, all of them working together as family, defending the lands and the golden order. A glorious future that likely would never be. No chance of peace, of atonement and healing. Just the struggle to keep things intact enough, to smother the flames of ambition...
To prevent his family from being made sacrifices for hungry gods and the rise of a new lord.
Ah, his wards had activated. It seemed that there was a tarnished of some strength looking to go after Godrick again. Well, best go and prevent the fool from getting slaughtered.
Ranni
This just had her half brothers finger prints all over it. Again. Yes, her plans had succeeded, but she was still trying to decipher the meaning of 'Oni-chan was here' that had been written on her doll bodies left ass cheek. And the fact that while he was dead in soul (as regrettably planned) Godwyn had... well, changed, but was waking up. Somehow. To say nothing of the fact that some of her books would randomly go missing. Or that the things in her room would be slightly rearranged at random.
That and the fact that Blaidd occasionally had a pink bow on his head that he could not seem to acknowledge or register the presence of, even when she used a mirror. Truth be told, the ongoing feud with Mytheal was largely one of petty pranks and mischief more than anything serious. Despite the fact that he clearly always knew... and yet did nothing.
As always.
Many times, she had wondered if his reputation had been somewhat exaggerated, made his sight to be deeper and clearer than it actually was. And then he would set up small things to play out over decades, events and circumstances combining for outcomes that seemed to be a stretch, to be unrelated... and to play off the reactions of those that witnessed those carefully crafted events. Events that as she looked over things, played out on a scale that was staggering and absurd, if only because he was one of the few that actually bothered to have centuries long plans.
But... ah, wait, a rumor had reached her, of a tarnished riding Torrent. A different brother, but one no less fond of games. She wondered... what was that little pest Miquella up to now?
Miquella
He glared at his brother, who was sitting on a chair, fishing rod in one hand, a book in the other. "Brother. How did you get here."
It was a valid question, seeing how he needed to use Mohg to get into the Realm of Shadow in the first place by strange and dark paths that skirted close to death and something great and terrible beyond it. Yet, his brother merely cracked open an eye. "I walked. Not that hard if you know the way."
Mytheal was the bane of his life, if only because his younger brother was... remarkably resistant to being charmed. And rude besides, as he did not give him what he wished, did not yield like all the others, for he had a heart harder than stone. "Really. You knew the way. How pray tell?"
Because he could have likely been saved a great deal of time and effort if he had been told. "That's simple. You just need to be aware past the gates of death. Just takes a few times or a dozen or so out of body experiences from some bad mushrooms." He paused half a moment. "Learning how to lucid dream with your eyes wide open while your sleepwalking on demand is harder, but helps you reach all sorts of strange and useful places."
And there is the other reason why he was annoyed. Often times the answers made no sense or only served to create more questions. "May I ask if you plan to interfere with my ascendance?"
Because it would be just like his brother to... "You mean your plans to resurrect our half brother Radahn, using the corpse of our other half brother Mohg, making the former your lord after he said over his dead body and you considered that a vow instead of him telling you to fuck off before he punted you away?" Now, that was just uncalled for! "Nah. Rather, I'm here to watch you screw up and laugh. While trying to help our sister, who you left for dead in that tree of yours after she failed to kill Radahn despite blooming and coming inside a step of divinity."
An unseen hand lifted a cup of tea to his brothers lips. "Or are you going to say you'll fix everything once you pass the gates of divinity and get moms prison shackles after carving yourself away to fit through the evergaol's door?"
There was only silence, as the radiant one shook his head, refusing to waste more time with his failure of a brother. Once he was a god, he would remake Mytheal into a better brother and fix his obviously faulty sight.