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*Hey guys, sorry I wasn't on yesterday. I threw up and had to skip school. But now I'm back :)*

Theren is in a coma-like state in his room.

Phoenix is baking up a cake.

Ban is sitting in front of wherever Rene was buried, staring at the grave.

-annnd a character taken from elden ring-

A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.

 Lore is punching a boulder outside, enraged. Her knuckles are bloody to the point where bone can be seen under the flesh. 

Jack appears beside Phoenix, grinning. 

 

I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.

The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.

The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.

The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.

A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.

The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness. 

- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.

 The King and his guards are watching the cathedral.

 There is a shuffling noise as Theren stumbles towards her. "L-lore..."

"Hello dear."

There is a blast of wind and a distant roar from inside the cathedral.

 Lore turns around, her eyes burning almost red. "What." 

He hugs him, yawning. 

The King narrows his eyes and walks inside, his guards following behind him carefully.

 Theren takes her hands. "Please stop..."

Phoenix chuckles a bit. "sleepy are we?"

Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."

 Lore stops and turns on heel. She pushes him in the chest "You decided to go. Running away from everything, including me. YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE ME."

He nods, burying his face in Pheonix's shirt. 

He chuckles humorlessly "Lower your blade, I want nothing to do with you or your [GP] chapel." he says.

 "That....that wasn't me..."

"You ok?"

"You have entered my domain warrior. Thou shall fall within it too."

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I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.

The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.

The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.

The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.

A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.

The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness. 

- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.

The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.

"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile. 

Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. It slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.

 The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"

“I, my friend, am called Cadmus. I was sent here to… well, honestly, there are better ways to introduce myself. I’m a… researcher, you could say.”

 *Thank God for that trait that allows to see lies.*

He snorts "You are lying to me it seems, but not in ways that would matter." He said "you are researcher but also a killer."

“Well yes, my siblings and I have killed over a hundred billion people… but that’s beside the point.”

 "No, that is the point. You reel of death." He grumbled, eyes narrowing.

Cadmus looks at its mechanical body somewhat self-consciously. “I don’t… think I do. My cleaning procedures are quite up to date, and the bodies on my back have been embalmed. Unless your olfactory abilities are paranormal, that is.”

 "It's not so much your physical stench, it's your aura. It reeks." He said, tilting his head.

“I was never aware of the presence of an ‘aura’ about me. But in any case, who are you and what are you doing?”

 "I go by many names. Darkness, Ghost, The Devil. My real name doesn't matter in the slightest." He says and sheathes his sword "I am taking care of a few rebels who think they can rise up against me."

“Well this is the second time this has happened in three days. What presidency do you hold over these lands?”

 "I rule the little spaces where the sunlight doesn't touch. The darkness of minds and souls and the little places between realties." He said, tilting his head. He snaps his fingers as his guards light a fire, the bodies soon engulfed in it.

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The Prince in Yellow is silently drifting through the land outside of town, hovering a foot above the ground. They’re looking for something.

 They see a huge cathedral in the middle of a field.

 Slightly confused, they enter the cathedral, curious.

 Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."

 ”last of all kings? Who might you be? A murderer? A tyrant?” The prince says, eyeing the sword underneath their mask.

 "I am Morgott, tarnished warrior. Prepare for your end."

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 "Horrible..."

"What does that mean?"

“That’s to be expected, I assume. Can you still feel the Nameless God in any capacity?”

<I encountered a man who claimed to be the son of you and Jackson, and I believe he was planning to kill you.>

 He shakes his head no. "I expended a lot of energy to banish him."

"I...Jack and I had a kid?"

*Who ya choosing for the cathedral?*

“Good. You know we should really name him. Just out of spite. Like you might to your rival in a Pokémon game before 2019.”

<Presumably so.>

 "What?"

"That...oh gods above.."

“Never mind.”

<What is it?>

 "Ok then..."

"We had a kid and he hates us?"

Thirteen sits beside Theren. “I’m glad you’re alright.” He says sincerely.

<I’m not sure if that’s why he’s coming to kill you. All I know is he’s coming to kill you.>