"The oppression of the weak. Murder and pillage unchecked.
A waking nightmare, made by men.
But this time, I'm a woman grown.
And though the suffering cannot be undone, I can still mete out justice.
Justice to the oppressors.
Let the scars I carve remind them: I, am Nepheli Loux... Warrior."
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With Nepheli being given a new purpose by her special Tarnished friend and that one Kenneth Haight fellow, she sat on the throne and waited faithfully for that friend to hopefully become Elden Lord. After enduring the ashen rain that came with the burning of the Erdtree, everyone in the Lands Between waited with bated breath to see what this up and coming Tarnished would do at the end of his journey.
When the time came, a new era began. One of order and stability. Where the God’s fickleness was brought to a sharp conclusion and humanity was given the opportunity to take a step towards harmony. Not long after this new order began, Nepheli found herself visited in the night at the newly restored Stormveil Castle by an old friend of hers. They spoke and caught up, which led to the two becoming fond. Perhaps a little too fond, as for the first find ever, the bedchamber of Nepheli Loux was shared.
After that, Nepheli would continue to rule Limgrave, with the Elden Lord‘s visit becoming slowly more evident as the months went by. Her once toned waistline bloated and blossomed with what she and Kenneth hoped could be a potential heir to Limgrave, or perhaps even the Elden Throne itself. After all, Mericka’s whereabouts were still unknown even after the Elden Ring was mended. It made Nepheli curious enough to investigate herself.
While Kenneth insisted she travel by carriage and wear something more regal, Nepheli Loux was still Nepheli Lou. A warrior. With her axes brandished, her heart full of determination and love for her Lord, and his seed ripe and about ready to be born into this new era, she’d waddle from Limgrave to Altus to see if the Elden Lord was looking for a queen, and if not, at least he’d get a look at his handiwork before the babe came out. She hoped to be by his side, and she’d find it fitting. a Tarnished on the throne, and his potential queen and heir coming from the great Godfrey himself.
Nepheli certainly knew her little one moved about within her weighted womb like her late father. While it hurt sometimes, it made the mother-to-be happy that a great warrior stirred and grew within her belly, regardless of there be heir or not..
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