# Elden Ring

Elden Ring is an action role-playing game developed by FromSoftware and published by Bandai Namco Entertainment. The game was made in collaboration with fantasy novelist George R. R. Martin, who provided material for the game's setting. It was released for Microsoft Windows, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, Xbox One, and Xbox Series X/S on February 25, 2022.
The game is presented through third-person perspective, and the player may freely roam in its interactive free form exploration open world. Gameplay elements include fights, looting, horseback riding, interacting with non-player characters, and maintaining the character's status through levelling up, enhancing equipment and weapons, and learning spells.

## Quotes

* The fallen leaves tell a story. The great Elden Ring was shattered. In our home, across the fog, the Lands Between. Now, Queen Marika the Eternal is nowhere to be found, and in the Night of Black Knives, Godwyn the Golden was first to perish. Soon, Marika's offspring, demigods all, claimed shards of the Elden Ring. The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Shattering. A war from which no lord arose. A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Will. Oh, arise now, ye Tarnished. Ye dead, who yet live. The call of long-lost Grace speaks to us all. Hoarah Loux, chieftan of the badlands. The ever-brilliant Goldmask. Fia, the Deathbed Companion. The loathsome Dung Eater. And Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing. ...And one other. Whom Grace would again bless. A Tarnished of no renown. Cross the fog, to the Lands Between, to stand before the Elden Ring, and become Elden Lord.
** The Narrator, speaking to the player's Tarnished.
* Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless. Without guidance, without the strength of runes, and without an invitation to the Roundtable Hold... You are fated, it seems, to die in obscurity. Luckily for you, however, there is one shining ray of hope for even the maidenless.
** White Mask Varré.
* Foul Tarnished, in search of the Elden Ring. Emboldened by the flame of ambition. Someone must extinguish thy flame. Let it be Margit the Fell!
** Margit, the Fell Omen.
* A lowly Tarnished, playing as a Lord. I command thee, KNEEL! I am the lord of all that is Golden!
** Godrick the Grafted, the Spider of Stormveil
* General Radahn is cursed ever to wander. Eaten from the inside, by Malenia's scarlet rot, his wits are long gone. Now he gathers the corpses of former friends and foes alike, gorging on them, like a dog. Howling at the sky.
** Witch Hunter Jerren, on Starscourge Radahn
* Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. BE IT A GOD. BUT SHOULD YE FAIL TO BECOME AUGHT AT ALL, YE WILL BE FORSAKEN. AMOUNTING ONLY TO SACRIFICES...
** Queen Marika the Eternal, to her demigod children.
* O Radagon, leal hound of the Golden Order. Thou'rt yet to become me. Thou'rt yet to become a god. Let us be shattered, both. Mine other self.
** Queen Marika the Eternal, to King Consort Radagon.
* Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond. Into fear, doubt, and loneliness. As the path stretcheth into darkness. Well then, shall we? My dear consort, eternal...
** Ranni the Witch, Age of Stars ending
* I serve the Golden Order. That I might put this crooked land to rights. Following only the guidance of the great Elden Ring. Those Who Live in Death fall outside the principles of the Golden Order. Their mere existence sullies the guidance of Gold. Tainting its truth. And so it is that the vermin must be exterminated. Down to the very last.
** D, Hunter of the Dead.
* Ha! Prince of Death, take a good, long look! See the wrath of the Golden Order! The Order's justice, writ in blood! This is what's become of your precious witch! Naught but expired meat and bone! This is a proper death, O Prince! Look at this rotten whore! No more children can be got from this useless flesh! Behold, your mother is dead! Heh heh heh heh... This is revenge, you witch! And you, you ghoul! This is the wrath of D!
** D, Beholder of Death, after murdering Fia, the Deathbed Companion, and avenging his brother before Godwyn, First of the Dead.
* What's the meaning of this? Has she bewitched you? Very well. Then you are a blight. A defiler of the Golden Order, and murderer of my brother. Die, die, die!
** D, Beholder of Death, upon being attacked.
* Hush, little culver. I'll soon birth thee anew, a sweeting fresh and pure.
** Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon
* Upon my name as Ranni the Witch, Mother's rich slumber shall not be disturbed by thee. Foul trespasser... Send word far and wide. Of the last queen of Caria, Rennala of the Full Moon. And the majesty of the night she conjureth.
** Ranni the Witch, conjuring an illusion of Rennala in her prime
* Join the Serpent King, as family. Together, we will devour, the very Gods!
** Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy
* No one will hold me captive. A serpent never dies...
** Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy
* Given time, technique never fails.
** Blacksmith Hewg
* Let me out... Let me out of here! Must eat more... Defile more! Everything that matters to you! For generations to come! I am the Dung Eater! A scourge upon the living!
** The Dung Eater
* I see thee, little Tarnished. Smouldering with thy wretched flame of ambition.
** Margit, the Fell Omen
* Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones? Ahh... Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni... Willful traitors, all. Thy kind are all of a piece. Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition. Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings.
** Morgott, the Omen King
* Tarnished, thou'rt but a fool. The Erdtree wards off all who deign approach. We are... we are all forsaken. None shall claim the title of Elden Lord. Thy deeds will be met with failure, just as I...
** Morgott, upon defeat
* Finally, we meet. The Tarnished, who would be Lord. Oh my, why the long face? I fear you were previously acquainted with this vessel. Well, that is most unfortunate. For he is dead. As for his flesh, he gave it to me, Shabriri. I hope you can make your peace with that.
* You are about to sacrifice something precious. The life of a fair maiden, that you would toss into the fiery forge. Only so that you may be Lord. What a horrible thing to ponder. Your ascendancy requires her sacrifice, whether she wishes it or not. But how would the Lord, crowned so, be looked upon?
* Chosen Tarnished, and would-be Lord, dare to travel the path of true rigor. Spare the poor girl, and singe your own flesh in her stead. If you are prepared to show resolve, and attain Lordship through righteous hardship, then heed the words of I, Shabriri.
* Chosen Tarnished and would-be Lord. Descend into the depths, far below the Erdtree Capital. Seek audience with the Three Fingers, and the flame of frenzy. If you inherit the flame of frenzy, your flesh will serve as kindling, and the girl can be spared. Setting you on the righteous path of Lordship. The path of the Lord of Chaos. Burn the Erdtree to the ground. And incinerate all that divides and distinguishes. Ahhh, may chaos take the world! May chaos take the world!
** Shabriri, in Bloody Finger Hunter Yura's body, attempting to convince the Tarnished to spare Melina by burning themselves in her stead.
* Shabriri... is chaos... incarnate. I cannot... die. Ahh, may chaos... take... the world.
** Shabriri, if killed.
* There's something I'd like to say. My purpose was given to me by my mother. But now I act of my own volition. I have set my heart upon the world that I would have. Regardless of my mother's designs. I won't allow anyone to speak ill of that. Not even you.
** Melina the Kindling Maiden, should the Tarnished encounter Shabriri.
* You... have inherited the Frenzied Flame. A pity. You are no longer fit. Our journey together ends here. And remember... should you rise as Lord of Chaos, I will kill you. As sure as night follows day. Such is my duty, for allowing you the strength of runes. Goodbye, my companion. Goodbye, Torrent.
** Melina, if the Tarnished chooses to inherit the Frenzied Flame.
* Dearest Miquella. You must abide alone awhile... Welcome, honoured guest. To the birthplace of our dynasty!
** Mohg, Lord of Blood
* I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold, and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake... as I awaited... his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat.
** Malenia the Severed, Blade of Miquella.
* The scarlet bloom flowers once more. You will witness true horror. Now rot!
** Malenia, Goddess of Rot.
* Your strength...extraordinary... the mark... of a true lord. O, dear Miquella...O, dearest Miquella, my brother...I'm sorry. I finally met my match...
** Malenia, Goddess of Rot, upon defeat.
* It is... It is all consumed. Still, I am not sated...Not nearly sated... Marika! Is this... what it is... to sin? Will things... never be the same... again!? ...Tarnished. My thanks... for thy long... labor. But I have done... all i can... in this land. Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell.
** Gurranq, Beast Clergyman, upon being fed every Deathroot.
* Marika... Why wouldst thou gull me? Why shatter...
** Gurranq, if killed.
* O, Death... Become my blade once more.
** Gurranq, Beast Clergyman, revealing himself to be Maliketh, the Black Blade.
* Witless Tarnished... Why covet Destined Death..? To kill what?
** Maliketh, the Black Blade, upon defeat.
* Forgive me, Marika... The Golden Order... Cannot be restored.
** Maliketh, Marika's Black Blade, upon defeat.
* The Rune of Death is unbound, and the Lands Between are shrouded by Death's dark fate. But the flames will also burn the impenetrable thorns. Farewell it is, then... You'll be Elden Lord yet.
** Finger Reader Enia, after Maliketh is slain and the Erdtree is set ablaze
* Ah, I knew you'd come. To stand before the Elden Ring. To become Elden Lord. What a sad state of affairs. I commend your spirit, but alas, none shall take the throne. Queen Marika has high hopes for us. That we continue to struggle, unto eternity.
** Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing
* I know... In my bones... A Tarnished... Cannot become... A lord. Not even you... A man... Cannot kill... A god...
** Sir Gideon Ofnir, upon defeat
* It's been a long while, Morgott. Long and hard didst thou fight, Tarnished warrior. Spurned by the grace of Gold. Be assured, the Elden Ring, resteth close at hand. Alas, I am returned. To be granted audience once more. Upon my name as Godfrey, the first Elden Lord!
** Godfrey, First Elden Lord
* Brave Tarnished, thy strength befits a crown.
** Hoarah Loux, Warrior

### Shadow of the Erdtree DLC

* Ahh, were you guided here by Kindly Miquella? I am Leda, and like you, I was guided by faith along his honorable path. Touch the withered arm, and you too will be transported. To the realm of shadow, where Miquella the Kind now dwells. My compatriots are there already. Like us, they have heard Kindly Miquella's call. If you can find them, they are certain to lend you aid.
** Needle Knight Leda, upon first meeting in front of Miquella's cocoon.
* Hello there. Together, we work. Together for Miquella the Kind. Many things we have found.
* I like finding things. For you, Lady Leda, her allies, and the forager brood. Things bring joy to all.
** Moore, upon first meeting.
* Fie, another? Treading the heels of Miquella? Then, as that woman would surely say, we are in our purposes well aligned. But understand. Your kind are not forgiven. The Erdtree is my peoples' enemy. By Marika long betray'd, set aflame. I believe Miquella's apologies, when he says our delivery will come. But never will I see your kind as worthy.
** Hornsent, upon first meeting.
* If you find yourself... weary, of the weight of this life, then just give me the word. Sleep is a balm, and eternal sleep... is an elixir.
** Thiollier, offering the Tarnished his soporific concoction.
* O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd.
* Take root inside the tower's sculpted keepers.
* And perch'd within, we beg of thee; rise.
* Dance and cavort, cleanse all that thou wilt.
* Cruelty, woe, and those who plague the tower.
* Cleanse away the strumpet's vile progeny.
** Hornsent Grandam, animating the Divine Beast Dancing Lion to defend the entrance to Enir-Ilim.
* A curse upon thee, rotten miscreant. A curse upon the strumpet's progeny, upon Marika's children each and all. The curse of the omen shall strike thee down. In the form of the sacred beast's ire.
** Hornsent Grandam, upon being injured before the Dancing Lion is defeated, inadvertently revealing the source of the Omen Curse.
* I abandon here a part of the flesh of my body.
* I abandon here my arm sinistral.
* I abandon here my arm dextral.
* I abandon here my eye.
* I abandon here my doubt and vacillation.
* I abandon here my heart.
* I abandon here my love.
* I abandon here the last of my fears.
** Miquella's crosses, marking spots where he discarded his flesh.
* Oh, hello. Did you feel it? Miquella the Kind’s enchantment appears to have broken. But while my devotion to Kindly Miquella remains unchanged, by my troth, I am not so sure about the others. No, wait. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. I can wield my sword to cull the undeserving, those unfit to bask in Miquella the Kind’s presence. I should’ve thought of this earlier.
** Needle Knight Leda, once Miquella's Great Rune breaks and his charm is lifted.
* I’ve come to a realization. There’s ample evidence... Without Kindly Miquella’s influence... I’m quite mistrustful of others.
** Needle Knight Leda, after orchestrating Hornsent's death and moving on to Ansbach.
* I, too, am a glintstone sorcerer. We study the stars, and examine the life therein. Are you familiar with our findings?
* Long ago, we began as stardust, born of a great rupture far across the skies. We, too, are children of the Greater Will. Is that not divine? Is that not sublime? And yet, none can fathom its implications, its utter brilliance!
** Count Ymir, High Priest of the Cathedral of Manus Metyr, discussing the origins of life and the Greater Will.
* I fear that you have borne witness to the whole of it. The conceits, the hypocrisy, of the world built upon the Erdtree. The follies of men. Their bitter suffering. Is there no hope for redemption? The answer, sadly, is clear. There never was any hope. They were each of them defective. Unhinged, from the start. Marika herself. And the fingers that guided her. And this is what troubles me. No matter our efforts, if the roots are rotten, then we have little recourse.
** Count Ymir, High Priest, revealing that Marika and the guidance of the Two Fingers were flawed from the start.
* Ever-young Miquella saw things for what they were. He knew that his bloodline was tainted. His roots mired in madness. A tragedy if ever there was one. That he would feel compelled to renounce everything. When the blame...lay squarely with the mother.
** Count Ymir, discussing Miquella's shedding of his self and the blame of his mother, Queen Marika.
* Do you recall what I said? That Marika, and the fingers that guided her, were unsound from the start. Well, the truth lies deeper still. It is their mother who is damaged and unhinged. The fingers are but unripe children. Victims in their own right. We all need a mother, do we not? A new mother, a true mother, who will not give birth to further malady.
** Count Ymir, revealing that Metyr, the Mother of the Fingers, was defective, and the Golden Order was flawed from the start.
* My shining star. Grant me a mother’s strength. Look here. At my fingers. I will be the true mother. And I will be the only mother!
** Count Ymir, Mother of Fingers, after Metyr is slain.
* Come no closer... No closer, I say! The madness wells!
** Midra, master of the manse, upon first entering his manse.
* Enough... I have endured... more than enough. I ask you forgive me, dearest Nanaya.
** Midra, preparing to rip the barbed sword out of his body along with his head, succumbing to despair and becoming the Lord of Frenzied Flame.
* Mongrel intruder. Thourt Tarnished, it seemeth.
* O mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light?
* Yet... My purpose standeth unchanged.
* Those stripped of the Grace of Gold shall all meet death.
* In the embrace of Messmer's flame.
** Messmer the Impaler.
* Gah... hah...
* I... will not suffer... a lord devoid of light.
* O Mother, forgive me.
** Messmer, preparing to pluck out his eye.
* Soon, Tarnished, wilt thou be taken in the jaws...
* Of the abyssal serpent, shorn of light.
** Base Serpent Messmer, after removing his seal-eye and unleashing the abyssal serpent within him.
* O lightless creature... embrace thine oblivion, as shall I.
** Base Serpent Messmer, upon player defeat.
* Mother... Marika...
* A curse upon thee...
** Base Serpent Messmer, upon defeat.
* Miquella the Kind...is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
* Righteous Tarnished. Miquella the Kind makes my blood run cold. I am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant I wish to run very far away indeed.
** Sir Ansbach, after Miquella's charm breaks.
* Yes of course, I see. As the festival of war concluded, General Radahn's soul met an honorable end, but Kindly Miquella wishes to revive it. Which is fine by me. I know it would pain old Jerren but war has always suited General Radahn best. And certainly far more than any honorable death. Endless war to invigorate the soul, as befits General Radahn, the Great Lion.
* Thank you, now i finally cast off my misgivings. Give my regards to honorable Ansbach, tell him, should we meet in battle. To face your bow would be fine enough, to face your blade would be an honor.
** Redmane Freya, affirming her loyalty to Miquella after learning the truth.
* Ah, I thought I’d see you here. It’s been quite some time. It was never Kindly Miquella, was it? The Erdtree was leading you all along. So that you might ascend to lordship. Why come to these lands to begin with? I suppose it must be what his Eminence, or perhaps the Erdtree, desired all along. The clashing of the favored lords, such that one would prevail? So be it. If you insist upon facing Miquella the Kind, then I will run you through, whoever you might be. Don’t tarry now.
** Needle Knight Leda, preparing to stop you from ascending the tower and facing Miquella.
* Needle Knight Leda, Dryleaf Dane, and our allies, will never allow this.
* I am sorry. For speaking to you as a compatriot. When we stood before the withered arm.
* By way of apology, I will reveal the marrow of my sword. Its needles, that will stitch you into death.
** Needle Knight Leda, during her group fight.
* You and I, fighting. A tragedy, this is.
* Miquella the Kind... will help us forget.
** Moore, during the group fight alongside Leda.
* I am the Redmane, Freyja. The time has come.
* I could not hope for a worthier foe. This is our moment. Let us make it something to remember.
* I never could have imagined it. That you might be the Erdtree’s rightful lord. Ha ha ha... Such as it is, this battle could not be more fitting. For the birth of a new god, and the coming of a lord!
** Redmane Freyja, during the group fight alongside Leda.
* I am Ansbach of the Pureblood Knights. I stand with blade aloft, blood afire! For the dignity of my Lord and master, Mohg.
* Righteous Tarnished. It appears that our interests have aligned. A balm upon my soul it is, that we do not meet today as enemies. Now, my blade. Watch closely.
** Pureblood Knight Ansbach, when summoned to aid in the battle against Leda.
* I am here to serve St. Trina, evermore. I am deeply sorry. For doubting you. I am here to grant St. Trina's singular wish. I will stop Miquella the Kind. He will never become a god.
* Not the finest blade, nor the mightiest armor... will spare your life. From the poison of Thiollier.
** Thiollier, when summoned to aid in the battle against Leda.
* Kindly Miquella...Make the world... a gentler place...
** Needle Knight Leda, upon defeat.
* My loyal blade. And champion of the festival. Both your deeds will ever be praised in song. Now, the vow will be honored, and my Lord Brother's soul will return. So that he may be my consort.
** Miquella the Kind, upon reviving Starscourge Radahn to become his Lord via Mohg's body.
* Lord brother. At long last, you are returned.
* Tarnished one. Aspiring Lord of the old order.
* If you have known sin, if you grieve for this world, then yield the path forward to us.
* To I, Miquella.
* And my promised consort, Radahn.
** Miquella, upon becoming a god and joining Radahn in battle.
* Righteous Tarnished. Become our new Lord. A lord not for gods, but for men...
** Pureblood Knight Ansbach, should he die against the Lord and God.

### Cut content

* Ah, you, is it. Did you see? What they did to my ancestors? The whole clan, buried alive. Sick. Maddened. Husks of themselves! Have you heard their moans? They're hardly human anymore! They think we worship the Three Fingers, that we called the maddening sickness down upon them!? Well. if that's what they expect from us... then that is what they shall get from us! The world of grace and its people should have been content to let us sink through the cracks. But to have intruded upon our solace? Having broken us upon their whims? I will never forgive any of you. I'm sorry, but we won't be trading any longer. And... I think it's time we parted ways.
** Nomadic Merchant Kalé, upon reaching the Frenzied Flame Proscription and discovering his ancestors had been slandered by Shabriri and entombed alive beneath the Royal Capital by the Golden Order.
* Wait, what's that? That burn, your eyes... You've inherited the Flame of Frenzy! Oh, that's it, That's what I need... To melt away the curses, suffering and despair. And the Order entire. The yellow flame of chaos...
* O Three Fingers, throw wide the door. Please, bestow unto me the yellow flame of chaos. A Frenzied Flame to melt away the curses, suffering and despair. And the Order, entire. May chaos take the world.
* The Frenzied Flame... burned me... I was not... a suitable home. Unknown warrior. You, who reached the Three Fingers' abyss... Divest yourself of everything, and head to the door. Divest yourself of everything... and pray to the Lord. To melt away the curses, suffering and despair. May chaos take the world. May chaos... take... the world...
** Nomadic Merchant Kalé, upon failing to inherit the Flame of Frenzy and begging the Tarnished to do so in their stead, dying shortly after.

## External links

* Elden Ring quotes at TV Tropes