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bora-in-tamriel · 6 months

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Just enjoying my own writing today, trying to gather juices to finish this big ol thing... 200K words in docs and still going so I'd like to see this finished since I started it lol

Some snippets from the beginning I quite enjoy to soothe the soul today

Varré didn’t linger in the spot either, not entirely a fan of the Runebear filled woods if he was honest. Nature wasn’t his friend at times, so he didn’t tempt it any longer. -- Your blood? The words sung in his mind. The low gruff growl of his voice, oozing with bloodlust. It peppered the nape of his neck with shivers. Though... he seemed to have been waiting to ask it. Now that he thought about it, the question was almost hopeful. Had he been thinking about him? His blood… Varré shook his head to rid the floating thoughts and focused on his new task at hand. He had been slacking as of late, losing Tarnished and being so preoccupied by the brute to have made many tributes for his Lord. Mohg was sure to grow unsatisfied with him if this persisted. And so, he had to make his move tonight. Something fresh and youthful perhaps… --

Everything was in motion on Stormhill at all times, winds blowing trees and grass into motion, making other movements disoriented into the mess. The only way Varré kept track of the beast nearby was his gleaming eyes that shone in the rising moonlight. They approached. Quickly. Eyes snapping wide, Varré ducked close to the ground, a heavy body toppling the other over his back. Easy prey when he was already beaten and battered by other people, but it mattered little to the silver-clawed Tarnished, who slashed the recusant into ribbons.

Varré growled, pushing off the ground with his mace in hand. “Quite the hunter you are, waiting for other people to kill their prey for you, should it not be a helpless maiden,” he belittled, “Prey that fights back too hard for you?” Varré cooed, watching the Tarnished rise to his feet over the corpse. "Ohh, I'm mistaken... The sweet noble in the red hood was mine to slay before you and your mutts got her too, wasn't she?" Red gleaming eyes turned around, watching over Varré with a mindless animosity that Varré barely registered soon enough to dodge the incoming tackle.

“ Oh , did I upset you?” he mocked, swinging his mace at the Tarnished, shooing him back a pace. “Run off with your tail tucked, I see filling your own gut is all you’re good for in the end.”

Claws slashed and swung at his face, but he stepped and leaned out of their reach with precise expertise. His mace swung close calls, but unfortunately his opponent was just as nimble in the end despite his size. He had an advantage Varré did not. He’d vanish from his reach, with his claws no doubt enhanced with an ash. Each swing would hit air or miss by a hair, with a retaliation attack coming back at him in a flash, clashing against his bloody mace. Leaping around Varré, the brute disoriented the surgeon, before lunging forth from his left, slashing out at his legs. With trained reflex, Varré was able to step out of the reach, but the end of his apron wasn’t so lucky.

“Ugh, you cur-” a body appeared in front of him, pushing forth with such force he couldn’t resist. His face met with a hard shoulder, chest against chest as the body pushed him over, toppling him to the ground with a heavy thud. His mace tumbled away from his grasp, leaving him with his dagger on his hip. Luckily the ground was grass and dirt, so the bounce of his skull against the ground was a manageable discomfort. --

“Wait… Wait, stop!” Varré ordered, catching the noble off guard. They stepped back, looking to Varré through their hood. Face hidden, one could only imagine their face bearing surprise or confusion. Perhaps both despite not being known for their expressiveness.

“He is not an enemy.” Varré stood up with his mace in hand, returning it to his hip. “He is simply a… Passion project. In training…” He muttered the last words to himself and looked down at the man who was pushing off the ground with one hand on his bleeding side. Varré smiled slightly, stepping a leg over his form, earning a growl in warning.

“Ohh, you ferocious thing.” He purred, giving a casual pat to his upper back before sitting his full weight atop him. Muscles spent and aching, the man collapsed under him, ready to use his claws again to get Varré away, but the surgeon had his ideas. He dug into a pouch in his belt and dug out a cloth with some crushed mushroom and a Saint Trina’s Lily. With a dash of liquid from a vial, he folded it and mushed the ingredients together. With the makeshift sleeping draught activated, he covered the man’s mouth with a glove and pressed the cloth over his nose. The brute struggled against him, but the pungent smell of lilies reached his senses quickly, dulling his mind until it faded to black.

“That's quite enough now... Rest...” --

He was in a familiar shack, though it no longer smelled of the man living here prior. Ambers still warm in the small fire pit warmed the air inside the broken shack, despite the wind that whistled through the glassless windows. A couple barrels stood in the corner, with his shirt and claws sitting atop them, well away from his reach. His brows almost had time to furrow, but boots shuffled against the old wooden floor out of his sight.

“Thought you wouldn’t be needing those first thing after opening your eyes, hmm? Let’s take it easy after such a wild night.” Varré grinned beneath his mask, leaning against the wooden wall of the shack with an unusually casual air to him. Still, his posture was as conniving as always with his hands latched together at his chest.

Finishing his furrowed brows, the man tried to push up off the ground, but swift steps and Varré’s boot were quick to kick him back down by his shoulder.

“Are you truly that stubborn or that stupid?” Grumbling, Varré looked down at the man lying on his back at his feet. “Or perhaps…” His eyes wandered upon him briefly. “In your case it’s both. So, I’ll put it more plainly for you. Rest. or your wounds will open.” --

A grunt jolted him from his thoughts, snapping his attention to the man, who had rolled on his side, no doubt straining on his stitches. Just then did he realize the flames licking at his hand on the stick he held, making him quickly drop it in the pit with a hiss from surprise.

Sighing, Varré turned his head back. “What did I just say?” He replied almost exasperated, but the man only hummed a “Hmm-mm” in response.

“Not even a thank you? I could have left you to bleed like a pig for animals to slaughter? Would have been quite the act of karma, wouldn’t it?” The surgeon grinned, mischievous delight in his tone.

“And yet you didn’t.” A single reply snuffed the joy out of his voice. “Why is that I wonder? What was it you said I was…?”

“I-”

“A passion project?”

Varré glared through his mask at the man who was grinning with his eyes closed in turn. It wasn’t hungry or wicked as before. It was a smile of pure amusement. He was enjoying himself too much.

“You seem to enjoy the notion, yet refuse to cooperate as such at every turn,” he replied flatly, earning a chuckle. It was strange. Why was he so casual about this? Did he take Varré’s saving gesture at such high value he felt comfortable loosening up? A regrettable move, really.

“You never did consider my counteroffer,” the brute hummed.

“You’d have me bleed like a pig for your pleasure. Why would I consider th-”

“A delicious one.”

Varré stared at him, almost appalled at his casualty as he licked his teeth through his smile. The familiar warmth weighed in his gut, mirroring that of his face. He was rather thankful of his mask regularly, but it was a blessed relic today. How humiliating it’d be to seem so vulnerable to this smug lowborn.

#just some snippets #i love them your honor #coil and varre heal the soul every day #comfort characters that are the filthiest nastiest fiends imaginable #love them anyways

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eldritchtouched · 2 years

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Theory- Miquella and Mohg were working together

Hold your butts. This idea originally came to me after exploring the Haligtree and Elphael and realizing the strange implications of the world design, then going deeper. World design is a massive thing in the Soulsborne genre, where how something is constructed or shown in the world is important.

My theory is borne of that, mixed in with questions whose answers make more sense to me if Miquella and Mohg were working together than if something else was happening.

Point one- the Haligtree is a nightmare to get to, and more of a nightmare yet to get through Elphael, let alone without being noticed

It’s a massive pain to get to the Haligtree.

In order for the player to get to the Haligtree at all, you need two pieces of a secret Grand Lift medallion. These pieces are found in the Forbidden Lands, in Castle Sol, past Commander O’Nial, and the Village of the Albinurics in Liurnia. You then need to make it through the Consecrated Snowfields, past the Evergaol puzzle guarded by multiple Black Knife assassins, to make it to the teleporter to even get up to the Haligtree proper.

Now, even if you assume for simplicity’s sake that Mohg somehow knew how to get past all of that without the medallions and flew up there, it’s still a massive trek and requires going through Leyndell, which has been locked down since Radahn attempted to take the city and the gate to the necessary lift was sealed by Morgott.

From there, to get to the roots of the Haligtree, you have to go through the entirety of Elphael. It is one of the hardest places to get to in the entire game, only beaten out by Crumbling Farum Azula and the inside of the Erdtree for lore reason.

Despite this, literally nobody seems to have noticed a massive fuck-off Omen man show up and kidnap Miquella. Even if you go with the teleporter in the Consecrated Snowfields, that teleporter is one way- to the Mohgwyn Palace grounds, and would still require Mohg to have to travel the whole of Elphael and the Haligtree there and back.

On top of that, Gideon’s network of spies didn’t know where Mohg and Miquella went, meaning there wasn’t any information they could glean to figure out where they were. You have to tell him where they are and can only do it after triggering Mohg’s boss fight. Even Varre never names Miquella directly, only “Luminary Mohg,” when talking to to the player. (The Bloody Finger invaders are giving blood to Miquella’s cocoon on Mohg’s orders to help his ascension. It is very likely policy not to mention Miquella directly- only one or two descriptions allude to Miquella as ‘the Divinity.’)

Point Two- Pretty much everyone who knows him believes Miquella is gone of his own volition

Malenia’s dialogue makes it fairly clear she believes Miquella is gone of his own volition, talking about awaiting his return. The same goes with the description of her helm, that she expects Miquella to keep his promise and return. The Haligtree Soldier ashes also describe the reason some of the soldiers exploding being them hoping to guide Miquella with the light it gives off. They fully expect him to come back some day, and that he is not necessarily at the Haligtree anymore. (Those suicide soldiers are on the exterior of Elphael.)

Malenia’s stuff also implies that her reason for fighting Radahn was not because of Miquella. A common theory is that she went after Radahn because she believed he was taken, since the battlefield is above the Mohgwyn palace grounds, but this makes no sense when bearing in mind that Malenia seems to think he is gone of his own accord and instead waits for him to return. If she thought he was taken, after she awoke, she seems like the type to... you know, go after her brother instead of just assuming he would come back instead.

On top of all of that, Miquella’s followers are absolute goddamn fanatics for him. The Haligtree soldier ashes will suicide rush your enemies, and several of the soldiers in Elphael will charge at you in a suicide rush because you aren’t supposed to be there. That the soldiers and knights of the Haligtree are only found in the tree itself. There are none elsewhere in the world at all that might be trying to search for Miquella southward is telling.

I say “pretty much” because Gideon’s dialogue is different, talking about Mohg being a lunatic, but Gideon’s also a pretentious asshole (comes with a territory of calling yourself ”all-knowing”) who slaughters a village of innocents to try to find a way to Miquella. (And the implications of his actions and dialogue are... weird in relation to Miquella, including sending Ensha to steal half the secret medallion from you after he failed to retrieve it because of said slaughtered village.) I also acknowledge I may have missed a hidden NPC or NPCs somewhere because it is a big game.

Point Three- Logic problems (or, how the hell did Mohg know where to grab Miquella and what he was doing?)

This is a pretty obvious question, but should be said. How did Mohg know where to go in the Haligtree to find Miquella? Why did he know anything about Miquella’s plan to ascend into a proper god? (Trying to ascend someone into godhood who isn’t already doing so would probably bite you in the ass even more than anything else.)

These questions make absolutely no sense if you believe that he did so on his own, separately. But they make infinitely more sense if they were working together.

Miquella is a planner and a thinker who does a lot of experimental blood magic, between how he crafted his needles to keep Scarlet Rot at bay and managing to grow a tree the size of a skyscraper with his blood, to gathering a following. Miquella seems to play a lot close to the chest as well, since he made many of these moves without others’ input. And his followers, while fanatical, do not seem to question Miquella’s decisions. Why would Mohg know the details of where to find Miquella, if even his own followers and sister seem to be muddled on the details and what to expect of the matter?

Incidentally, that Gideon couldn’t find them and only if you tell him does he learn could also be important. That may have been the plan to begin with- that Miquella didn’t want people throwing themselves at him while he was incredibly vulnerable. The Shattering happened just before and the Lands Between were in chaos, with the demigods and their followers and so on going to war over the shards of the Elden Ring and trying to become Elden Lord. In that chaos, even if he did not wish to have the Elden Ring, it would be entirely logical for him to “go off the grid.” It’d be safer to find someone who would have the ability to hide him and protect him, instead of in the one place where everyone would assume he would be.

And, unlike the other demigods, Mohg was essentially a virtual unknown, since he and Morgott were thrown in the sewers as children and intended to be imprisoned for eternity, instead of being openly raised in a court.

Point Four- Sacramental Buds and the implications of their placement

Sacramental buds are an exceedingly rare item in the game and very useful, offering the ability to make the bolus that cures Scarlet Rot and the Bewitching Branch. They are heavily implied to be grown of Miquella’s blood. But there are a few spots in the game where you can find many of them. The first is at the Church of the Plague in Caelid where you find Millicent, the second is by the statue of Malenia and Miquella where you find the Amber Starlight on the Altus Plateau, and the third is at the Writheblood Ruins in the Altus Plateau.

The last is curious, as the Writheblood Ruins have a Sanguine Noble and a Dynasty weapon- the Bloody Helice. It is also the only place in the game you can farm them.

Point Five- Parallelism in the Palace grounds

If you go through the Mohgwyn Palace grounds, you will eventually come across a bunch of Albinurics. It’s a somewhat infamous farming spot, since a decent chunk of them are sleeping, while the others act as guards. Ultimately, this mirrors what you find later- you show up and Mohg, acting as a guard to Miquella, who will stab you for... you know, showing up unannounced where you’re not supposed to be, while Miquella slumbers.

You are ultimately an interloper. You are on the grounds either not as a part of the knighthood, or long before you’re supposed to have shown up. Many writers use parallelism to draw attention to ideas and, in this case, you’re basically showing up and killing the guard and the sleeper for your own power. (No doubt, if the game let you interact with Miquella’s cocoon, a decent chunk of players would have just tried to stab Miquella.)

#elden ring #elden ring theory #miquella the unalloyed #mohg

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