Tarnished's Weathered Journal - Ramix (2024)

Chapter 1: Log 1

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First Log

1st Log

Log 1, Date: ????

Log 1

Dear reader

To whomever it may concern

If you’re reading this

Why am I even writing this?

My name is Sir Accolon of Elis. I am Tarnished. A lowly wandering vagabond of no renown, an exiled and disgraced former knight, stripped of the grace of gold for my cravenness, if I ever had it to begin with. Last I can recall, I was wandering throughout the wastelands outside of what remained of my home, waiting for death to find me. Eventually, I collapsed from exhaustion, then died from starvation, or thirst, or simply because I no longer deserved to live. A fitting end for a wretch such as I.

And yet, I live once more.

The guidance of gold has told me some of what has happened, and innkeeps and patrons, or even travelling caravans, have filled me in on the rest. The Shattering, a war that tore The Lands Between asunder… I shudder to think what awaits me at the end of this journey, but I shall not give in to fear again.

A kindly old maid donated this journal to me, and wished me well on my quest. I didn't think it would do me any good, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. Still, as I sit here, before this endless wall of fog, trying to muster up the courage to step inside, I find that it soothes me. If hiding my fears within the pages of this book will help me forget them, then so be it. And if I am to die in this place, forgotten and forsaken, then let this journal serve as my testament.

If someone is reading this, then I can only assume the worst has come to pass, and my journey was as ill-fated as I expected, and some wandering scavenger has found my sorry cadaver. Take what you will from me, it'll probably serve you better than it did me, all I ask is that you give me a decent burial. Maybe I shouldn't assume there's anything left of me to bury.

Sitting here and writing will get me nowhere. I must swallow my fear and step past the fog, into whatever hell waits beyond it.

I go now, in search of my fate. Whatever it may be.

Chapter 2: Logs 2-5

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Log 2

I'm not sure where I am. I stepped through the fog that led to the Lands Between, and a white light engulfed me. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the middle of an old abandoned chapel. There's no one here but the corpse of a young woman, and judging by the state of her, she seems to have been killed recently, I had best stay on my guard.

Beside her was a message, written out in white light, and a strange severed finger that seemed to serve as the writing implement.

"Though the path be broken and uncertain, claim your place as Elden Lord!"

Was this message addressed to me, or was it merely a sign to any sorry soul who happened to pass through here?

I've stepped outside to find what remains of a war torn land. In the distance I can see the walls of what can only be the legendary Castle Stormveil, site of one of Lord Godfrey's most famous battles. Yet, the castle walls are nearly in ruins. So it seems the rumors of the devastation wrought by the Shattering were no exaggeration. If this is the state the castle is in, I shudder to imagine what the rest of these lands must look like.

But beside it…

I'd heard stories of the Erdtree in my youth, seen symbols and depictions of it all my life, yet not even the greatest of artists could do it justice. Its rays outshone the sun itself. Just looking at it let me believe, if only for a fleeting moment, that my journey here might not be so hopeless after all.

The ground here is littered with bloodstains, and they show me visions of those who came before me, and how they met their end. I'm not sure what dangers await me here, but there's little point in sitting around any longer.

I go now, in search of my fate. Whatever it may be.

Log 3

Well, it seems this journey is off to a delightful start.

No sooner did I step away from the Chapel than I was ambushed by some… thing. I'm not even sure what it was I saw. All I could make out was some kind of face and a grotesque mass of limbs. Whatever that thing was, it cut me to shreds before I even realized what was happening.

Yet the curse of the Tarnished lives on, it seems. Even though I'm sure I suffered a fatal wound, I awoke at the bottom of some old, damp cave, with a pair of strange flasks in my possession. I'm not sure who my mysterious benefactor may be, but it seems my journey hasn't come to an end just yet. I've found my way to a site of lost grace, as I've heard these lights are called, and resting near it seems to have healed my wounds. The Lands Between truly are a marvel. Now to find a way out of this cave.

Log 4

I'd heard about the gruesome fate that befell those who inhabited the Lands Between, but seeing it for myself was a different matter entirely. Those shambling, mindless creatures, wandering around with weapons in hand and attacking anything in sight like wild animals. So this is the result of the shattering of the Elden Ring. Cursed to live forever, until their bodies and minds withered away. I suppose I have that in common with them, at least. Can't even die right. Gives me conniptions.

I should take care not to end up like them. It's not as if I was planning on throwing myself to my death, but it's clear now that there are fates worse than death in this place. Just because I can't die doesn't mean I can afford to be careless, and pain still stings just as harshly to remind me of that.

Still, I ought to be grateful that my skills haven't decayed. I may not be able to bring down monstrosities with dozens of limbs, but it's reassuring to know that I can still handle myself fine against untrained commoners and foot soldiers. If only the rest of this journey were so easy. I've reached the end of this cavern, and found an elevator that seems to lead above ground. Hopefully I'll see the sun again before long.

Log 5

I've made it. I've arrived at Limgrave, taken my first real steps into the Lands Between. Wild as untamed as it seems, it does me well to know that not all of this place is a ruined warzone, though I'd be mad to call this place in good condition.

I've also come across a sane denizen of these lands for the first time. Though perhaps "sane" is putting it too kindly…

The man in the white mask introduced himself as Varre, and told me that I was maidenless and without hope. I'd heard people speak of the Finger Maidens and how they were meant to give guidance and aid to the Tarnished, but I assumed I would come across one on my own or manage without. It seems my quest for the Elden Ring has already gone sour at the outset.

Something about this Varre puts me on edge, makes my fingers itch for the hilt of my sword, but I'm certainly in no position to turn down any aid in this place. He told me to follow the rays of light that emanate from the Sites of Grace, and that they shall lead me on my way. At least I have a destination now, Castle Stormveil, where the demigod known as Godrick the Grafted awaits.

Hopeless as it may be, I suppose I have little choice but to press onward now. It's begun to rain so I've taken shelter inside this mausoleum that I came from for the time being. Still, I fear if I stay here too long I might come undone, so it seems the only path ahead of me is forward.

Though something tells me that knight in golden armor won't make things easy for me.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 3: Logs 6-10

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Log 6

So this must be one of the famed Tree Sentinels, guardians of the Erdtree. I should've known I wouldn't stand a chance. I don't know how I'm meant to slay the demigods themselves when I can barely go a few rounds against one of their knights before being cut down, but perhaps discretion will serve me where valor fails.

I've managed to sneak past the sentinel for the time being, and luckily for me there's an abandoned church nearby for me to take refuge in. The nomadic merchant who resides here, Kale, is a friendly enough sort. A bit odd, but certainly more trustworthy than that Varre fellow, and willing to trade goods to help me on my journey.

Supposedly, these strange… things that I absorb from the corpses of fallen foes are called runes. Small shards of the shattered Elden Ring, used as currency in these lands, where I imagine coin has long since lost its value. If I have no other use for them, I suppose I'd be better off parting with them in exchange for supplies.

This crafting kit that Kale sold me ought to serve me well, and it seems there's no shortage of wildlife in these parts. I suppose if all else fails I can survive on my own as a hunter for a time. I no longer need to eat or drink now that I'm Tarnished, but I do miss the taste of wild meat.

Listen to me, when I was a squire I used to hate the smokey taste of wild game, now here I am waxing nostalgic for it.

Log 7

Foot soldiers patrol the roads, but I can handle them easily enough as long as I don't let them surround me. And while boars and deers pose little threat, those colossal bats and dragonflies are more of a nuisance. I ought to try and find a bow to deal with them more easily.

In the meantime, I've continued trading with Kale in exchange for more supplies for my journey. He's even offered me advice on where to go next, albeit at a price. I suppose I ought to expect as much from a merchant.

Past this hill I see some ruins crawling with soldiers, each of them armed. Assaulting the place alone seems like suicide, especially head on, but they guard the gate towards my destination, so it seems I've little choice. Perhaps I can draw them out, or take them by surprise…

Bah. I remember the days when I would have sneered at such tactics. Cowardice has seeped into my heart it seems, but I suppose after what I've done there's little point in pretending to be something I'm not.

Log 8

I had hoped to strike the ruins under the cover of night, but those damned bats are nocturnal. The moment I engaged the guard they swooped down on me, and then the entire camp was alerted to my presence. I escaped with my life but was forced to retreat back to the church.

I did not return empty handed however. Before I left I managed to loot a map of the area, which will be a great boon in navigating these unfamiliar lands. More importantly, I spotted something that I believe will help me get the drop on these guards.

At the edges of the camp are a pair of abandoned carriages, each of them carrying some sort of cargo. Both carriages are guarded of course, but it seems whoever came up with the guard postings didn't put much thought into it. The guards there are isolated and out of view from the rest of the camp. If I can circle around and take them undetected, I might be able to slip past their defenses and assault the rest of the unit.

I'll rest by the grace until morning and try my luck again tomorrow. At least the healing properties of these golden rays means I won't have to worry about recovering from my wounds.

Log 9

I'm alive, though just barely. I managed to dispatch most of the guards without drawing much attention, but I wasn't expecting them to keep wolves, and a slip up drew the attention of the garrison's commanding knight. I doubt I could have bested him in a proper contest, but he left his back exposed and I seized the opportunity. Dirty tactics, to be sure, but any proper knight should know not to show their back to the enemy.

I suppose I ought to be grateful to my instructors for drilling that lesson into me one painful blow at a time.

I've wiped out the guards from this camp and helped myself to their supplies, not a bad haul. The path ahead seems more heavily guarded however, so I think it best that I rest for a while to recover before I push forward. If I dally too long I'm sure the dead will stand again or the castle will deploy more soldiers to replace the ones I've contended with, but I should-

Log 10

While I was writing down my log for the night, I was approached by a rather strange visitor.

The woman introduced herself as Melina, and offered to play the role of my Finger Maiden. She offered to give me guidance, and turn my runes into strength. In exchange, all I need do is take her to the foot of the Erdtree.

My quest would have taken me there anyway from what I can gather, and I'm certainly not in any position to refuse aid, or companionship, so I agreed to her terms. She also gifted me with a ring, allowing me to summon a spectral steed named Torrent. According to Melina, I was chosen by Torrent, so I suppose I have him to thank for my fortunes.

It's been a long time since I've ridden on horseback, but it seems I haven't forgotten my lessons yet, even if Torrent is a far cry from a normal horse. I'm sure having him for a companion will be greatly useful, both in travel and in battle.

As for the ability to turn runes to strength, it was… something. I find it hard to describe, but it was as if I could feel the essences of those I had defeated flowing into my body. When I claimed runes from the fallen it was as if they were being stored inside of me, now it feels like they're a part of me. I'm sure a more gifted writer or scholar could come up with a better explanation. Still, while I do feel stronger, I'm not sure what exactly this has accomplished.

Perhaps it's time I put this new strength to the test…

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 4: Logs 11-14

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Log 11

I can hardly believe it. This newfound power, it's miraculous. I could feel myself growing stronger before, but actually experiencing it in battle is something else entirely. I can shrug off blows that should have been grievous wounds, and survive wounds that should have killed me outright, and all this from a couple moments spent focusing on these runes.

So this is the power of the Tarnished. I'm beginning to understand just how it is that we are expected to face off against demigods.

That reminds me, amongst the treasure I looted from those ruins was a greatsword used by those soldiers. I'd always wanted to try wielding one of these, but I always found them too heavy to use alongside my shield. Perhaps that can change now.

Even so, it's clear that the path ahead is a steep one. My first attempt at passing the gate was cut short when a gruesome giant descended on me. It seems I grew a bit too comfortable with my newfound strength. But now the road is clear, I'll need to go out and gather more runes, slay stronger foes, and grow in strength until I am equal to the challenges of these lands.

Log 12

It seems this place is full of surprises.

I returned to Kale to stock up on supplies, and I came across a strange woman. With blue skin, a second spectral visage, and four arms, it was almost a relief when she introduced herself as a witch by the name of Renna. At least it helped to explain her odd appearance.

It seems she was acquainted with Torrent's former master, and passed a gift to me on from them. Though who this master was, neither the witch nor Melina seemed inclined to explain. The witch gave me a bell, which she claimed could summon spirits to aid me in battle from spectral ash. I tried it out, and a trio of wolves heeded my call to aid me. This will surely be a great boon, though the thought of disturbing the repose of the dead does strike me as improper.

Later, I spoke with Melina once again. She spoke to me about the Sites of Lost Grace, and directed me towards Castle Stormveil. Upon further prodding, she confessed to me that despite playing the role, she is no true Finger Maiden. She says that she is in search of her "purpose" given to her by her mother within the Erdtree, and that she is "burned and bodiless". Mysteries surround my new companion, though at least this explains how she seems to come and go with the air as she pleases.

Nevertheless, I assured her I did not begrudge her the lack of guidance. In truth, she's done a fine job of guiding me so far. And besides, I find it rather fitting. A ghost playing the part of a maiden, alongside a vagabond playing the part of a knight. What a pair we make. The fates do love their jests, don't they?

It seems the rays of grace are pointing me on the right path. I've gathered more runes and grown stronger, I can almost lift that greatsword in one arm now while I hold my shield in the other, but that giant is still a threat. Though perhaps atop Torrent I need not defeat him at all.

Log 13

Thanks to Torrent, I was able to ride past the blockade, and made my way up to the Stormhills. This place has certainly earned its name, with these unceasing winds. Though I'll admit, the raining wolves are rather odd weather, even by the standards of these strange lands.

Beside the road I found an old shack, inhabited by a travelling woman. Judging by her attire, she must have been of noble birth. Why one such as her would be stripped of her grace is beyond me. It seems she came here accompanied by a company of warriors, only for them to be "grafted", their limbs removed and attached to some "spider." I'm not quite certain what it is she's speaking of, but when I recall that grotesquerie that ambushed me outside the chapel, it paints a gruesome picture. It seems she's too frightened to go and join her fellows in being given to that thing.

I can't blame her for that, but I couldn't find it in me to reassure her, a craven like myself has no right to comfort my fellow cowards. All I can do is offer her my thanks and go on my way, and pray we both find our paths.

The girl gave me a gift, new spirit ashes with which to summon some kind of strange jellyfish. The girl said that the spirit looked fondly on me, but if they have anything to say to me I haven't heard it. Perhaps she's simply lost her mind to fear.

After parting ways with the girl, I continued upwards along the road and came across another blockade, heavily defended. There was no giant to bar my path this time, but those crossbowmen and that ballista nearly spelled the death of me. Still, I emerged victorious, and now I rest at a site of grace in a tunnel that heads towards the castle. I'll stay here for the time being and then begin my assault on the castle in the morning.

Log 14

Margit, the Fell Omen.

I heard stories of him as I journeyed here to the Lands Between. A hideous creature who appeared during the Shattering, striking down champions and blackguards alike. They said that he stalked the Lands Between in search of the Tarnished, hunting down champions and would-be heroes.

I can safely say the rumors did him no justice.

When I heard a regal voice addressing me from afar, I could scarcely believe it came from a towering devil such as he, and even with all my skills and newfound strength, I was completely outmatched. I expected him to fight like a lumbering beast akin to the giant I faced on the path here, but he moved with grace and agility that belied his monstrous appearance and size. What's more, this accursed creature could somehow summon golden weapons of holy light, and wielded that massive cane like a veteran swordsman. No matter how many times I returned to challenge him, he cut me down as if it were childsplay.

It's clear now that if I am to make my way past him, or even hope to lay claim to the shards of the Elden Ring, I will need to grow much, much stronger. I'm turning back now, to explore the rest of Limgrave in search of treasures, runes, and experience. Whatever aid I can find in these lands, it's clear I'm going to need it if I'm to stand before this beast.

I think I'll start by investigating the leads that Kale gave me.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 5: Log 15

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Log 15

As I fled from the gates of Castle Stormveil, I decided to explore around the vicinity of Stormhill first. However, when I rested by a site of grace, Melina revealed she had another surprise in store for me.

It seems she had been testing me, but upon being satisfied of my possessing the guidance of grace, she extended to me an invitation to the legendary Roundtable Hold.

Now here I sit, at the gathering place of champions. Even during my lifetime, the great manor was said to be the stuff of legends, where the greatest of warriors dwelled. It's clear that the place has seen better days, but even so it's a far cry from anything else I've seen since I arrived in these lands. It does me good to know that there is some place where I can rest my head, knowing peace.

Still, the place is… strange. It seems there's no way to reach it by foot, and it can only be found by teleporting to it, as I do through the sites of grace. Melina said it "existed outside of this world". I'm not learned enough to understand what that means, but at least I won't have to worry much about making the trip back if the need arises. There also seems to be some sort of enchantment on the place, preventing violence or harm. Try as I might, I can't manage to swing my sword arm, or even throw a punch, even if I wanted to, and it seems the condition extends to all those who make their stay here. It's reassuring to know I don't have to worry about someone stabbing me while I sleep, at least.

I wouldn't exactly say my welcome was a warm one, but I suppose I shouldn't have expected any less. A simple pawn like me should hardly be setting foot in this home of champions. I met the head of this place, the legendary scholar Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing. I'd heard rumors that he had been revived when the Tarnished were called, but meeting him in the flesh was another matter entirely. Even among the knights who would typically scoff at wizards and their tricks, the name of Sir Ofnir was said with a certain reverence.

He explained to me that while I am welcome here, I am merely a guest until I prove myself worthy of fellowship amongst the Hold's champions. I did not object, of course. I intend on proving myself worthy, if worthy I am, but until then I have no illusions of being anything else than what I am. The fact that I can set foot in this place at all is honor enough for me.

The place is rather well populated, aside from just the host. I met a knight by the name of Diallos. He declined to give his name, citing that one's birth meant nothing in these parts, but I could tell from the fine make of his armor, his refined bearing, and the way he carries himself that he is of noble blood. Apparently he came to these parts accompanied by a servant whom he's grown close with, and is searching for her. I'll have to make sure to keep an eye out for her as I make my way through these lands. He played it off as irritation, but I could tell the man was worried sick.

I also came across a man wearing an odd suit of armor that seemed to be decorated with human bones, standing guard outside a closed door. He wasn't the talkative type.

Near the table was a man of the cloth who went by the name of Corhyn, offering to provide religious guidance and teach incantations. I told him I'd be happy to speak with him regarding the principles of the Golden Order, but I lack the talent for casting the incantations of clerics. He seemed understanding, a tolerant and pleasant enough sort. I should make time to sit down and speak with him. Even if I can't make use of the incantations, perhaps the knowledge of the gods will prove useful here in the lands where it originated.

One of the more curious guests here was a woman by the name of Fia. She seems a gentle, caring sort, certainly not one fit for battle. I can't imagine she intends to do battle with demigods, but I suppose us Tarnished don't have much choice but to make the pilgrimage here.

She introduced herself as a Deathbed Companion. I've never heard of the practice before but according to her it's a sacred duty in her homeland. Supposedly her kind are meant to grant new life to dead nobles by "laying", a rather macabre practice, but it seems well meaning enough. She offered to hold me in her arms, so that she might take some of my "warmth", in exchange for her blessing. I'm not sure how useful this blessing of hers will be, nor what her purpose is here, but… well, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, even in my private musings, but her offer was an appealing one. Comfort and kindness are a rarity in these parts, and it's been a long while since anyone offered to hold me. If I can gain a small bit of comfort and aid this kind woman in whatever her goals are, then I see no reason not to.

There's also a smith stationed here at the hold. Though perhaps "stationed" isn't the right word for it, as he seems to be imprisoned here. At first I took him for some sort of wild monster, but once I approached him he seemed both sentient and friendly enough. The old man introduced himself as Hewg. I don't know what he did to earn himself those shackles, but whatever the case he seems content to forge weapons for Tarnished like myself. I'm sure I'll be in need of his services throughout my quest.

Those husks near the back of the hold are unsettling to say the least, but they seem to be helpful. They seem to serve as merchants of some sort, fashioning equipment and supplies from runes. I've no idea how it works, but it's certainly useful. I fashioned myself a longbow from them and some supplies.

I'm going to rest here for a while. It's been a long day, and even though my wounds may be healed, I can still feel the ache of battle from the wounds inflicted on me by the Fell Omen.

Tomorrow, I go out in search of my fate. Whatever it may be.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 6: Logs 16-19

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Log 16

After setting out from the Roundtable hold, I began my exploration of the area surrounding Stormveil Castle. There is much to see here, and dangers abound. But every battle I survive is one that makes me stronger, and every battle I don't is a lesson learned. The advantages of the Tarnished become clearer and clearer.

My journey began with the rest of the hill overlooking the fields of Limgrave from which I arrived. Aside from the local wildlife, my first discovery was an Evergaol. I remember seeing one near the borders of my homeland, an odd magical prison that was said to hold an ancient warrior, too dangerous to be allowed to roam free, but too powerful to be executed or held by any bars. I ventured inside, and came across a living legend. I recognized that armor as soon as I saw it. I spent hours poring over the legends of Lord Godfrey and his knights in my youth. The tales and exploits of the mighty Crucible Knights were what first inspired me to pick up a sword, and now I've crossed swords with one of them.

It goes without saying that I didn't stand a chance. I don't know what such a hero could've done to earn this imprisonment, but he cut me down effortlessly. I decided it best not to disturb his imprisonment any longer. Instead, I ventured towards the top of the gate I crossed earlier, and found it manned by more of Godrick's soldiers. By now I've become mighty enough to cut them down without trouble, so after I looted the treasure they were guarding I've decided to rest here for a spell.

Log 17

I came across the same giant troll that ambushed me earlier when I tried to cross the gate. This time, I was prepared, and even with the uneven footing of that ruined slab of rock that we fought on, I was able to cut him down. I felt invincible, sure that if I could defeat such a colossal foe, then I could face any challenge. Naturally, as soon as I crossed to the other side of the chasm, I spotted a whole herd of them wandering across the land, so my illusions were dispelled quickly enough. I decided to turn around and further explore the forest near the shack where I met Roderika, and found another shack, inhabited by yet another Tarnished.

This time, I came across a knight. He introduced himself as Bernahl, and I could tell just from one look that he was a true knight. That splendid armor he wore, and the ease with which he held that colossal sword, spoke of a veteran warrior, and his story confirmed it. It seems he's been journeying through these lands far, far longer than I have, and now seeks to impart his wisdom upon others. I was shocked when he offered to teach me, but I'm in no position to refuse any help. His mastery of the sword, of the arts of combat, is awe-inspiring. I'm truly fortunate to have such a teacher.

And yet, I feel as if a shadow has been cast over me. If such a champion could not claim the throne of Elden Lord, then what hope have I?

Log 18

The roads through that forest were long and winding, and the scenery all blended together amongst the trees. A few wandering foot soldiers got the drop on me, and while I was able to dispatch them easily enough, that they were able to ambush me is cause for concern in and of itself. When another pack of wild wolves fell from the sky, I decided my time in that accursed place was done. I've returned to the Church of Elleh now, and have spoken with Kale again. The power of these sites of grace is miraculous, to be able to cross such distances in mere moments. It will surely make navigating these lands much easier. I've decided to follow Kale's advice and will continue exploring the surrounding area once morning comes. Still, I'd best be careful not to draw the attention of that Tree Sentinel.

Log 19

I followed the trail of some of Godrick's soldiers and came across a cave. It seems their forces were setting up camp here, only to be ambushed and slaughtered by a pack of wild wolves. And that… thing.

Even now I'm not sure what I saw. It looked like a beast, but stood on two legs and wielded a massive weapon the likes of which I've never seen before. I'd like to call it a wolf, but that horrid, toothy maw was unlike any wolf I've ever seen. It fought with intelligence and technique beyond that of any wild beast, but moved with an agility and ferocity that no man could possess. Sir Bernahl's tutelage has served me well, however. I'm certain that were it not for his techniques the beast would have cut me down, but here I stand victorious, and through its death I grow stronger.

When I ventured outside the cave I came across a strange statue perched atop a cliff. It depicted some sort of ghastly, withered figure, and when I drew close it was as if a voice rang in my ears.

I nearly fell from the cliff in my surprise. That would've been a most embarrassing death. Still, the words echo in my mind.

"Guide and gatekeeper for those returning to the roots."

I know not what it means, but a strange light now points towards a cliff face in the distance. This seems worth investigating.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 7: Logs 20-21

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Log 20

Erdtree burial. I'd heard stories of the practice, but I always imagined it to be a more… dignified thing. Sitting where I am now, it's hard to imagine that this is meant to be seen as a blessing, but perhaps this is another sign of how far things have fallen in these lands.

The light led me to a catacomb. The place is in a dire state of disrepair, and clearly hasn't been tended to, or even seen signs of life, in ages. The lingering spirits of the dead still remain here, whispering to themselves of a proper rest denied to them.

Still, the fact that no life remains within this place does not mean it was uninhabited. What I imagined to be a statue suddenly came to life and attacked me. For creatures made of stone, those little imps move with shocking dexterity, and they're clever too. They darted past my guard, they set up ambushes, used themselves as bait, pretended to be mere decorations, even crawled along walls. One fell upon my back while I was preoccupied with its allies, and its blade found my throat and snuffed out my life. I suppose the raining wolves should've taught me this already, but I can't let my guard down for even a second in these lands. Danger lies around every turn, and comes from all directions.

I don't know if I should be impressed by these things' intellect or disappointed by the dimwittedness of Godrick's soldiers that these things fought with greater coordination and strategy than any of them have.

To make things worse, statues littered throughout the halls spat fire at me, nearly cooking me alive in my armor. Thank goodness for these flasks of healing, or I would've been dead several times over.

A locked door blocked my path, but after some exploration I found a lever that seemed to open it. Past the door another living statue awaited me, though this one was… special.

It was several times larger than its kin, with a gruesome visage and deep, haunting eyes. It moved unnaturally, more like a statue than the others, but with disturbing speed and strength. It was hard fought, but I prevailed.

Now I sit here contemplating my victory, and staring at what that thing guarded.

A massive, twisting mass of roots, entangling innumerable corpses. The bodies are decrepit and withered, the roots feeding on the bloated mass of flesh. Are these the roots of the Erdtree? Is this what Erdtree burial truly means?

I suppose when I think about, it makes a certain sense. Dead bodies returning to the Erdtree ought to look like this. But the stories always painted it in such a holy light, it's hard to believe that this same image is what the sacred scriptures spoke of. It's almost enough to make one wonder what this is all for.

I should banish such heretical thoughts from my head. It's not the place of a fool like me to think on such things. I am only a sword to be wielded by the hands of my betters. I've looted the treasures from this place, like a common graverobber. Now I take my leave.

Log 21

Whenever I think this place can't surprise me any longer, I am proven wrong. The Lands Between are a wondrous place, joyous and divine, truly.

After I left that foul tomb behind me, I spotted a cliff overlooking a beach below. I rode down to investigate, coming across another of those hideous trolls on my path. The beast was just as mighty as its brethren, but fell nonetheless. The beach itself was comparatively plain. At first the most notable thing about it was the hideous wildlife. Horrible, gigantic masses of tentacles with massive beaks, trying to swing my blade against them felt like trying to sink it into a mass of mud, but their beaks proved more vulnerable.

Past them, however, I spotted one of Kale's kin, another of those nomadic merchants. He wasn't as personable or as chatty as Kale, but I traded with him nonetheless. It's not as if I'm performing an act of charity, just buying what I need, but I suppose Kale did ask me to trade with his people, so I suppose there's no harm.

Past him, I spotted a herd of demi-humans wandering through the sand. These things were nuisances back when I was patrolling the borders of Elis, now they're barely worth the ink in this journal. They were guarding what appeared to be the entrance to a cave, however, which may prove worth investigating.

Before I entered there, however, I decided to finish exploring the rest of the beachside coast, lest I get sidetracked and lose track of myself. The edge of the coast seemed innocuous enough at first, before the dead came to life.

I've seen plenty of those decrepit, half-dead people wandering around, the ones unable to find a proper death in this broken land, but this was different. Piles of bones and hanging skeletons suddenly sprung to life, as if pieced together by the hands of some twisted mortician. By the time I realized what was happening, they were already upon Torrent and I.

Though frightening, and holding the element of surprise, the skeletal creature did not pose much more of a threat than the foot soldiers I've faced so far, and fell rather easily. They had another surprise in store for me, unfortunately. When I cut one down, I turned my attention to another of them, Torrent neighing wildly with panic as they began to surround us. I cut them down and pushed them back with wide swings, but when I thought we were safe, I felt the spear of another stab into my leg.

At first I thought another of them that I didn't spot had snuck up on me, even though I was certain I'd cut down the skeleton that ambushed me. Then, as I turned around, I realized what was happening. The foul undead creatures were refusing to stay dead, as soon as I cut them down, their bones began to quake once more as they reanimated again.

In a panic, I fled atop Torrent, who seemed as frightened as I was. We passed through some strange gust of wind, and before I knew what was happening, Torrent and I were thrust hundreds of feet up into the sky. I nearly fell from my saddle then and there, but Torrent had no trouble landing us on safe ground atop the cliff. I'm still not certain what exactly happened, but I don't think I'll be returning to that beach just yet.

I've landed right where this all began, at the entrance to that mausoleum where I emerged from after waking. That masked man, Varre, spoke to me again. He seemed quite intrigued to learn I've been granted entrance into the Roundtable Hold. I still don't trust that man, something about him just seems wrong. I'll have to keep my guard up around him.

For the time being, I'll return to the Church of Elleh and rest for the night. Tomorrow I'll resume my exploration.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 8: Logs 22-24

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Log 22

I came across a peculiar sight as I began exploring Limgrave. While I rode out from the Gatefront Ruins, I heard a voice calling out to me. I looked around but couldn't find the source anywhere, until I stumbled upon what looked to be a talking tree.

When I examined it closer, the spell broke and it turned out to be another demi-human. I've never seen one that could actually speak in complete sentences, but he seemed friendly enough, if a bit scrawny. Apparently his people kicked him out of their cave home. He offered to go back to that cave and bring me back a reward. I tried to assure him it wasn't necessary but he wouldn't hear it. He mentioned going off to a cave by the shore.

I can only surmise that he means the cave I stumbled across, guarded by demi-humans. I'm not exactly eager to head back to that beach, but I'd rather not see this little fellow get himself killed.

Log 23

I entered the cave, and found that demi-human boy wounded on the ground and writhing in pain. Rather than those skeletons, it seems his own kin did this to him.

He urged me to stay away, but whatever shred of chivalrous honor remains within me compelled me to venture further in and avenge this wrong. Though the demi-humans tried to use the dark to their advantage, my torch put an end to that before long.

I'd never actually seen a demi-human chief before. Now I've killed two. I'd heard tales and rumors of how the fully grown demi-humans who survived long enough to reach maturity became fearsome creatures capable of cutting down even seasoned warriors. I'll admit, between their ferocious agility and their greater numbers, I likely would have died if I had ever encountered one in my old life. But thanks to my newfound strength, and a bit of subterfuge, I was able to cut them down without much trouble. One of them was holding onto something, a rucksack filled with what looked to be sewing materials. I couldn't fathom what a demi-human could be doing with this, but I decided to hold onto it on a whim.

I returned to the cave entrance to speak with the demi-human, and he seemed to recognize it. Apparently his mother was a seamstress, and this was all he had to remember her by. I suppose the primitive clothes that these demi-humans wear must have come from somewhere, but I still find it hard to imagine a seamstress demi-human.

Still, the boy seemed grateful enough, so I suppose all's well that ends well.

Log 24

I saw them. Those bastards those monsters those blackhearts those pieces of sh*t those bastards. Warriors from Kaiden, mercenaries. It seems now they've whor*d themselves out to Godrick the Grafted. Fine then, I was already set about facing him, if killing these monsters will help bring him down, then all the better. I'll hunt down each and every one of them, no matter where they may hide, even if I have to scour every last corner of Limgrave. And if these vermin have infested the rest of the Lands Between, then I shall continue my journey in these lands until none of them remain.

Elis will be avenged, I shall have my revenge. I, Accolon of Elis, do so swear upon my blade.

Now I go out in search of my vengeance.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 9: Logs 25-27

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Log 25

I've done it! I have! I found their camp, the rotten bastards. They rode across the field on horseback, but even with those massive blades of theirs, Torrent and I cut them down. Once their horses were slain, it was a simple matter to finish them off. Their dying cries were a symphony I deeply relished. I cut them down one by one before their fellows could notice. These foul beasts never once showed an ounce of respect nor decency, they don't deserve a fair fight, nor a clean death.

Their camp was more heavily defended, but still no match. They sent their hounds after me, called in their allies and tried to surround me, but it was no use! Back then, I was no match for them, now I have the strength to cut them down in droves! One of the idiots was asleep at his post, and I drove my sword through his back before he could even awaken, serves him right.

Their camp is empty now, and I sit by the fire as I write this. But my work is not yet complete. I must press on, and find them wherever they may hide. I will not know peace until every last one of them lies dead.

Log 26

I came across a curious sight. A carriage was driving along the road towards the gate, but rather than horses, it was drawn by a pair of those giant trolls. It seemed to be carrying something of value, so I decided to try and loot it.

The carriage was accompanied by an entire procession of Godrick's soldiers and those miserable undead wanderers. More importantly, they were being escorted by a pair of Kaiden warriors atop their mounts, so I cut them both down. I spared none of Godrick's servants that accompanied them. My people were shown no mercy, why should this be any different? When I stopped the carriage and the trolls drawing it, I found they were carrying a cache of weapons. Useless for my purposes, but it's better than being in the hands of Godrick's forces. Besides, cutting down those animals is the only reward I need.

I followed the road in search of my quarry, and found more of them riding along the road. Not for long. At the end of the road was another fortified camp manned by Godrick's troops, including more of those accursed mercenaries.

This one was far more difficult to assault than the rest. A pair of sorcerers stood perched atop some ruins and rained down magic on me from above. I had to flee from the rest of the soldiers and make my way up to them first just to be able to fight safely. I summoned the spirit of that jellyfish that the girl in the shack gifted me with, and it provided enough of a distraction for me to make it through. Another fort of Godrick's soldiers has been cleared, and more of those brutish sellswords lay dead. One of the sorcerers was clutching a scroll of some sort, but I can't make heads nor tails of it. I'll hold onto it for the time being, who knows what may prove useful in this place.

Log 27

As I write this, I rest within the Roundtable Hold. I've spent a length of time that I dare not count hunting down the warriors from Kaiden across Limgrave. Within their camps, at Godrick's camps and bases, in the forests, and across the roads. I cut them down without a shred of mercy, and in turn they struck me down more than once. No matter how many of their number I culled, they never seemed to stop. I know not if it's because they are too numerous for one lone man to extinguish, or if the broken state of these lands keeps them all from a true death, just as I rise to fight again when they kill me. It matters not, because I have come to understand the fruitlessness of my pursuit. These mercenaries are not the reason why I suffer, they are not the authors of my pain.

I am.

It was not their blades that brought down Elis, but my own cowardice. No, even that is more honor than I deserve. My desertion made no difference, just as my fighting would've made no difference. Elis fell regardless of me.

When they came, hired by some foreign conqueror, they rode across my home and trampled it underfoot. I still remember the savagery and ferocity with which our lands and countrymen were slaughtered, the image is seared into my mind. I hid like a coward while my countrymen were butchered, sneaking and fleeing to the castle. I justified it to myself by saying that the safety of our king was paramount, but that was just a convenient excuse. The truth is that I was afraid, that I was too weak to fight and defend the people, so I fled to the safety of the castle walls where I could hide behind my brothers in arms.

Just as I deserved, even that faint hope was denied to me. By the time I reached the castle, it had already been sacked. The palace was aflame, I tried to fight my way to the throne room, to help my fellow knights and protect our king, but it was in vain. By the time I reached the throne room, the invaders had already arrived en masse. A circle of knights stood between them and our king as a living wall. I rushed to join them, ready to lay down my life for king and country, but the mercenaries stood in my way.

I can still remember the massive brute of a man who turned to face me, gigantic sword in hand. His eyes bored into me through his helmet, and although my visor was down and my head was helmed, I knew, somehow I knew, that he could sense my fear. I tried to swing my sword, but I was outmatched in strength and in speed. Before my blade could so much as nick his armor, he slashed at me with both hands, rending my helm apart with that massive sword and knocking me off my feet. I stared up at him from the ground, certain that I was facing my death, blood running across my face as if to hide the tears of terror. Even now, the memory is as vivid as if I were reliving the moment before my eyes. I fled, turning tail and running away like a coward. Even now I can still hear the accusations and screams of my fellow knights, cutting deeper than any blade ever could.

My exile was self-imposed. There was no one left to cast me out. I doubt anyone survived, if they did, then it was to be subjugated by our conquerors. Did the king of those invaders allow our people to live as his subjects? Or did he slaughter them to the last? I know not, and I doubt I ever will. Elis is likely nothing more than a ruin, wiped from memory. My testament may well be the last proof of its existence.

The truth is that I could not bear to face my cowardice. I could not stand to see the suffering of my countrymen. I could not bear their condemnations, their judgment, so I ran. I ran until I could run no further, too cowardly to even take my own life, and waited for death to claim me. Had I stayed, I would have at least died with my honor intact, died as a knight. Instead, I earned a traitor's death, alone and forgotten.

But even that was denied to me.

Why? Why was I brought back? Why was I called upon to undertake this trial? Why couldn't the gods have let me die? Why can't I just lay down and stay dead? All I ask for is a warrior's death, am I such a craven monster that I don't even deserve that much?

I miss Elis. I miss my home. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I miss my fellow knights. I miss my brothers in arms. I miss the smell of the mess hall. I miss my mother. I miss my sister. I miss my father. I miss being a knight. I miss when I could hold my head up with pride. I miss my old life. I miss being happy.

I want to die.

I'm fighting to restore my honor, but I already know it's impossible. Just as Elis will never be returned, no matter how many Kaiden warriors I cut down, my honor will remain impugned, no matter what manner of beast or monster I slay.

Why was I called upon to undertake this impossible task? Why was I stirred from my rest? Why can't I die? Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why

Chapter 10: Logs 28-29

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Log 28

It has been days since I've even looked at this thing. I've been sleeping in the woods, within one of the caves I cleared out. I don't even have the courage to show my face at the Roundtable. Even so, I must go on.

I cannot continue to simply lay about and wallow in self-pity. Like it or not, I am not fighting solely for myself anymore. Melina and I made an accord; that in exchange for her aid and guidance, I would transport her to the foot of the Erdtree. I owe Melina much, it is thanks to her help that I have gotten this far in the first place. I may be a coward, and a craven, but I have made an agreement, and I intend to honor it. It may not amount to much, but on what remains of my pride and honor, I shall fulfill my end of our accord.

Log 29

I first ventured down to the east of Limgrave. I came across the Mistwood, with it's demi-humans and gigantic bears (why is it that even the animals in this accursed place are twisted beyond reason?) while hunting for those sellswords, but I didn't bother to stick around for long after I slew any of them I could find.

This time I rode down this road with a purpose in mind beyond senseless slaughter. One of the notes Kale sold me told of a treasure hidden in the ruins of another old church. According to him, it can be used with crystallized tears of the Erdtree to create powerful elixirs, so I rode in search of it.

The church was guarded by another of those giants, but mighty as they remain, I've grown accustomed to facing them in combat, and he fell before long. Behind the church lies a swampland filled with more of those horrid bats, and some even more bothersome dragonflies.

Now I sit by the light of grace, writing as I rest for the night. Oh, how I wish I could have seen this place in its prime. It is but a broken ruin now, but just from what little remains of this place, it is clear to see that it must have been a majestic and beautiful place of worship, even more than the Church of Elleh. Oh, how beautiful these lands must have been…

Still, this treasure hunt was quite fruitful. I found the flask that Kale spoke of, and what seems to be crystalized sap of the Erdtree. I still don't quite understand the process myself, but even so, the effects are undeniable. Supposedly there should be more of these hidden throughout the lands, so this should serve me well.

I was more surprised to find the second treasure hidden within these ruins. To think, that a chalice holding a mythical sacred tear was just resting here, untouched! An object of worship since ancient times, I suppose it stands to reason that it would be enshrined within a church, but that it should survive after all this time, while the rest of the structure goes to ruins, is nothing short of mystifying. Truly, this must be providence.

While I was busy marveling over it, Melina advised me that I should make use of it. She told me that by dropping the tear within my flasks, it would strengthen them. I balked at the idea of throwing away a holy relic at first, but I suppose this is no time to be standing on ceremony. The effects certainly speak for themselves, and no doubt this will help me survive in this accursed place.

Melina strikes me as a rather humble sort. She claims that she can offer no guidance, but if it weren't for her I would have been lost a hundred times over by now. I'm truly fortunate to have met her.

Speaking of guidance, Melina told me something rather peculiar. She claimed that she could hear "echoes" of Queen Marika, and offered to recite them. I felt that hearing the words of Queen Marika the Eternal herself would be a rare occasion for a lowly Tarnished such as I, so I gladly took her up on her offer, but what she said confused me. I shall try to record it here as accurately as I can recall, in case it may serve me to remember in the future.

"In Marika's own words. My Lord, and thy warriors. I divest each of thee of thy grace. With thine eyes dimmed, ye will be driven from the Lands Between. Ye will wage war in a land afar, where ye will live, and die."

I'm grateful for Melina's guidance, but I feel that I must be misunderstanding something. If Melina speaks true, then it would seem as if Queen Marika herself was the one who took the grace of gold from Lord Godfrey and his warriors, but according to the old legends, Lord Godfrey's grace was lost after the loss of his final worthy foe. The loss of grace is supposed to be determined by the Erdtree itself, but could Queen Marika be the one deciding who should lose the grace of gold? I always believed that the loss of my grace was simply a result of my cowardice? What could this mean? Could Melina be lying?

No, I mustn't think such treacherous thoughts about my companion, nor blaspheme against the Queen. These matters are surely beyond the mind of a simpleton such as myself. I should stick to what I'm good for, and focus on fighting.

Chapter 11: Logs 30-34

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Log 30

I came across a rather odd sight just now. A mother wolf had been slain by one of those gigantic runebears, and it seems her pack wanted revenge. I wouldn't quite call what happened jolly cooperation, the wolves saw me as prey to be slaughtered same as the bear, but without those wolves distracting the giant beast, I doubt I could've felled it. I was hoping to let the dogs go about their business after I helped them get their revenge and looted the treasure behind the runebear, but it seemed they weren't keen on the idea of letting me go, so I did what I needed.

Just another night in the Lands Between. What a joyous place.

Log 31

While exploring the Mistwood I came across a Minor Erdtree, the majestic tree was visible from most of Limgrave, but seeing it up close was another matter entirely, words fail to do it justice. It was surrounded by those strange magical scarabs, and at the foot of it were two more of those crystal tears for mixing within the flask I found back at the church.

Afterwards I rode back up the road away from the Mistwood to finally investigate the Waypoint ruins. I found them overrun by monstrous plants, and one especially gigantic specimen. I'd heard tales of carnivorous plants that attacked with poisonous gas, but I wasn't prepared for them to start summoning rays of holy light from the skies. At this point, my shock has become so commonplace that I wonder if it even bears recording.

The giant one proved worryingly durable, but setting it aflame seemed to do the trick, so now the way is clear. While the ruins seem abandoned for the most part, I've spotted a stairway to an underground cellar, and will be investigating shortly.

Log 32

The underground cellar was guarded by a madman wearing a helmet like a giant pumpkin. As silly as it looked, it actually made landing a blow much more difficult than I anticipated. I had to lure him into attacking and then strike at his back. It was more of a challenge than I would've liked, but I cut him down. Behind him, I spotted the mysterious inhabitant of these ruins that Kale's note mentioned.

Sellen, a sorceress, has apparently converted this place into a study. When I introduced myself to her, she asked if I came here looking for instruction, and while my first instinct was to say no, I soon reconsidered.

The old me would never have even dreamed of learning sorcery, wouldn't even wish it. But in these past few days, I've done many things I never thought I was capable of. I'm not certain of much, but if there's one thing I'm certain of, it's that the only way to survive in this place, the only hope I have of reaching the Erdtree, is to adapt. I must leave behind the old ways, and take every advantage I can. I am dreadfully outmatched, so the only way for me to claim victory is by using every last resource at my disposal. If learning sorcery will bring me closer to my goal, then so be it.

Of course, this is not to say that I expect much from myself in this endeavor. Even at a glance, Sellen could tell that I was unsuited to learning this art. She said that she was a heretical witch, an outcast from the Academy of Raya Lucaria, as if that would dissuade me from taking her as a teacher. I could only laugh. A heretical, outcast teacher for a hopeless, outcast pupil. Who could be a better fit?

Log 33

I don't know why Mistress Sellen was exiled from the Academy, but surely it cannot be from lack of talent. I know little of sorcery, but even I can tell that her knowledge of the art is astounding. And she has a gift for teaching, as well, even with a pupil as dull as I.

(Apparently, the term in the Academy for people like me is "bluntstone", what a charming phrase.)

I've been studying with her in between my travels for the past few days as I wander across Limgrave, skirmishing with Godrick's forces and the rest of those brutish mercenaries. I've learned much from her in the ways of understanding the principles and meaning of sorcery. Her last lesson was particularly fascinating. I shall record what she taught me here for posterity, should I ever wish to review my lessons and continue my studies. I was always a poor student in my youth, but perhaps if the topics had been as engrossing, I wouldn't have angered my teachers so. Or perhaps Mistress Sellen is simply that skilled as a teacher.

"Our powers draw upon the powers embedded in glintstone, but what is the nature of such power? Glintstone is the amber of the cosmos, golden amber contains the remnants of ancient life and houses its vitality, while Glintstone contains residual life. And thus, the vitality of the stars. It should not be forgotten that glintstone sorcery is the study of the stars and the life therin."

How fascinating! Regrettably, my enthusiasm is not matched by my talent. Mistress Sellen is not one to mince words when it comes to my failings, nor would I want her to, but as always, I am frustrated by my own ineptitude nonetheless. I knew from the start that I was talentle a bluntstone, but even the most fundamental sorceries are completely beyond me. I understand the philosophies and theories (or at least I think I do), but the practical applications are where I fall short.

However, during my last lesson, a thought occurred to me. If I can use the strength of runes to enhance my body, then perhaps I could do the same with my mind?

Log 34

It worked! With the runes I reaped from Godrick's forces and Melina's aid, I was able to strengthen my intellect, and my studies in glintstone sorcery have made great leaps! It's as if I was looking through a fog that has cleared, even if only slightly. Patterns and meanings that were imperceptible to me before have suddenly revealed themselves. I was even able to conjure a small mass of glinstone energy! I could scarcely believe it, that I could be capable of such a thing, and yet there it was, right before my eyes! I'm still only scratching the surface, and I have far yet to go, but at least now I can see the path.

I was worried that Mistress Sellen might disapprove of my methods, and berate me for cheating, but she seemed rather pleased with the results, thankfully. However, now I've come across another roadblock on my journey. I lack a Glintstone Staff with which to cast sorceries.

The staff that Mistress Sellen wields is far too advanced for me to handle, and even if it weren't, loaning it to me for the sake of a lesson is one thing, but it's not as if I can take it with me on my travels. Still, there must be a way to obtain one somewhere throughout the Lands Between. I'll have to keep an eye out for one as I continue my journey.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 12: Logs 35-39

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Log 35

I decided to venture back towards the Stormhills. I stopped by Sir Bernahl's shack to speak with him for a while, and continue my tutelage under him. He is truly worthy to carry the title of Knight, both in skill and in valor. He seemed impressed by my growth, and his praise honors me. I have others to thank for my strength, both the many gracious guides and teachers I've come across, and Melina for giving me the strength of runes.

Venturing through the forest again didn't turn up much beyond more raining wolves, but at the edge of it I came across a massive colosseum. When I moved to investigate, I found myself ambushed by another Tarnished. I tried to tell him that I meant no harm, but he was in no mood to speak. That massive hammer he carried nearly smashed my shield to pieces, but I was able to gain the upper hand with a well-timed counterattack, and then cut him down before he could recover.

When I returned to Sir Bernahl to ask about the incident, he informed me that what I'd encountered was most likely a Recusant; vile heretical Tarnished who hunt their own kind. How repugnant! We Tarnished are already outcasts, spurned by the world and thrown into a hopeless battle, why then would these beasts turn their blades upon their own kind?

The trinket that brigand dropped is called a talisman, a magical charm made to strengthen the wearer, according to Sir Bernahl. How curious, I'll have to keep an eye out for more of these throughout my travels.

Log 36

I made my way to the Saintsbridge at the edge of the Stormhills, and found it guarded by another of those pumpkin-headed brutes. I dispatched him more easily than his fellow atop Torrent's back, but before I could cross the bridge, something stopped me. I heard someone calling for help in the distance, and rushed to their aid.

It took me a while to find the source of the voice, but after some searching I found that it came from atop the clifftop overlooking the bridge. I was not prepared for the source, however. At first I wasn't sure it was where the sound was even coming from, but right before my eyes was a talking jar! With two long arms made of stone on its sides. It seems he'd gotten himself stuck in a hole, and needed my help getting out. For a while I expected it to be some sort of illusion that would be dispelled, like when that demi-human boy was turned into a tree. But no, he really was just a living, talking jar. He (it?) seemed like a jolly fellow, at least. He introduced himself as the "Iron Fist Alexander", and while I find his claims of being a warrior somewhat hard to swallow, I suppose it's not any more unbelievable than a living jar…

Log 37

Exploring along the opposite clifftops besides the bridge, I stumbled upon what seemed to be ruined statues. Imagine my surprise when one of them came to life! The thing seemed to have flames coursing through it like blood through my veins. At first its colossal size had me at a loss, but fighting those trolls has taught me well. I focused on the legs, and it tumbled down soon after. Still, the fact that it was surrounded by what seems like dozens of its broken down brethren has me worried about how often I may encounter these things…

Log 38

When I crossed the Saintsbridge, I met another of Kale's fellow merchants, this one playing a rather soothing melody. But just past him, I found more of those shambling living skeletons. I was prepared this time, however, and as soon as I cut them down, I made sure to stamp out and crush their bones so that they couldn't return, that seemed to put an end to them.

Just past that infested graveyard however, I came across something else. A man wearing the most peculiarly beautiful suit of armor I think I've ever seen. He introduced himself as D, a holy warrior hunting these creatures in the name of the Golden Order. He also taught me that these things are apparently called "Those Who Live in Death", and warned me to turn away. Apparently, a nearby village has been infested with these things, but…

If I have been called here to mend the Elden Ring and return order to these lands, then should destroying these things and laying their souls to rest not also be part of my duties? Perhaps I am simply drawn by the challenge, traces of my old chivalric honor pushing me forwards. Whatever the case, I shall investigate.

That reminds me, back at the Third Church, I came across another of those treasure-hoarding scarabs, and upon killing it, I gained the knowledge of a skill to harness holy energies through a blade. I wonder if this might serve me well here…

Log 39

I don't know what I was expecting when D mentioned a "Mariner" but it certainly wasn't… whatever it is I just killed. A skeleton rowing a spectral boat is certainly odd, but if I'm being honest I don't even think it's the oddest thing I've seen since I arrived here, and when faced with my holy blade, it fell easily enough. It was almost disappointing. Still, D seemed pleased with my achievement, and made me an offer. Apparently he's been working with someone called the "Beast Clergyman" to weed out these strange roots that seem to give life to Those Who Live in Death, and he offered to introduce me to him, and "gain the strength of beasts." I'm not sure what this means, but I saw no reason to refuse, so he showed me the location of a gateway (right behind the third church) that will teleport me to him.

While investigating the village, I found it strewn with corpses, both unmoving and moving… Still, much like the rest of these lands, the place was clearly abandoned and ruined long ago, so I suppose I can at least take solace that whoever lived here did not die to these things. Even so, the appearance of those twisted plants infesting the village makes me shudder…

At the edge of the village I spotted a stairway, blocked by some strange gate. I asked D about it, and he advised me to use one of these strange sword-shaped stones to open it. Behind it I spotted another underground cellar, this one home to a multitude of turtles. I didn't want to disturb them, so I simply grabbed the talisman held there, and left them in peace.

The day's events have left me rather tired, so I think I will investigate the matter of the gateway in the morning, for now, I return to the Roundtable.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 13: Logs 40-44

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Log 40

I teleported back to the site of grace within the church, and made my way to the hidden gateway. I don't know where I expected it to take me, but nothing could have prepared me for the strange, hellish landscape I found myself in. When I saw the towering gatekeeper behind me, I reached for my sword, but he didn't seem intent on causing me any harm, so I just turned around and pushed open the doors.

The atmosphere inside was chilling, and I wasn't sure if the cloaked figure waiting for me at the end of the strange church was a wild monster, or the clergyman I'd been sent to meet. When he suddenly turned towards me and claimed that he smelled "death", I was even more shaken. Still, I supposed this must be what the Deathroot is for. I don't know how he can even stomach that vile plant, but he devoured it greedily, then offered me tokens to help find more. Regrettably, incantations are of little use to me, but I suppose I should still do my part to cleanse the Lands Between of these creatures. Besides, this Gurranq seems well-meaning enough, if rather frightening.

When I returned to the Roundtable to gather myself, I found D waiting for me. He acknowledged me as a comrade-in-arms, for which I was grateful, and told me more about his holy mission to exterminate Those Who Live in Death. I hope that my efforts will support him in some way.

Log 41

My hands are shaking as I write this. I rode out through the Stormhills at night, when a horrific beast descended upon me from the skies. Describing it as a bird seems grossly inappropriate, though it flew on black wings. Its body was thin and emaciated like a bird, and its head was solely a horrific skull with empty eyes. The beast frightened me so badly that I fell from Torrent's back, and it nearly crushed me with that massive rod it carried, but I gathered my wits just in time. I am lucky that I was still carrying the holy blade I used to fight the Mariner, for it seemed to be equally effective against this creature. Though when I heard its horrific shrieking, I was almost dissuaded from harming it any further, from the sheer terror.

As soon as I killed it, I took refuge at the nearest site of grace and stayed alert for the next hour, almost certain another of its kind would descend from on high. I've only just begun to catch my breath. I thought perhaps it might've been another of Those Who Live in Death, in light of its appearance and weakness to holy power, but as I sit here writing, another idea occurs to me: could this be one of the fabled Deathbirds?

There isn't a soul alive who hasn't heard the stories, but I never imagined they would be real, or that they would be so terrifying… It seems I will have to keep my wits about me during the night, even more than I'd anticipated.

Log 42

Another of those statues showed me the way to a catacomb. Hidden away in an alcove, it almost blended into the mountainside, I doubtless would have missed it if not for this beacon to guide my way. As soon as I stepped inside, that eye-shaped trinket that Gurranq gave me began to quiver, as if from anticipation, and after just a few steps further in, it was plain to see why. This place has been infested with Deathroot, just like that village. To think that a sacred resting place such as this would be defiled so…

I decided that I must do my part, and lead these souls back to their rest, even if they must be taken there by force. The skeletons caught me by surprise several times, as what I assumed to be fallen corpses sprung to life behind me, but more worryingly…

I have no idea what it is I just killed. It doesn't seem to have been one of Those Who Live in Death, but beyond that I haven't the slightest idea

I suppose Gurranq shall have his next meal soon enough.

Log 43

After I returned from my meeting with Gurranq, I decided to explore along the hills and cliffsides near the church. I found along the road a ruined carriage, and wolves at every turn, I can only guess these are the culprits. Eventually I came across an entrance to a cave tunnel along the cliffside, only to find the door locked from the other side, halting my progress.

However, I did come across the talking jar Alexander again. He told me again of how he was planning on heading towards the Caelid wilds to participate in a festival of war, but he seems to have found his path blocked by this locked door.

I don't even know how he fit in through the doorway…

Log 44

As I rode back from the church to continue my lessons under Mistress Selen, I heard someone calling for help. A collapsed ruin sheltered a horde of angry demi-humans, and after I finished them off, I came across a man waiting atop the ruins.

From his manner of speech and his attire, it was clear this was a man of noble birth. He introduced himself as Kenneth Haight, and asked for my aid. Apparently he is the rightful ruler of Limgrave, only to have his lands occupied by Godrick the Grafted. I assume he must have been preparing to launch a counteroffensive, only to have his base of operations overtaken by one of Godrick's knights. Now he has asked for my help in retaking his fort. I may be a knight no longer, but I have still sworn to aid and defend those of noble lineage, and as such I offered my help without hesitation, and rode off towards the fort right away.

Riding through the Mistwood has been more perilous than I would have liked. Those gigantic bears are everywhere I look, and when I tried to travel along the outskirts of the woods, I ran into more of Those Who Live in Death. Still, I've made it to the edge of the forest, and am currently resting alongside another of those nomadic merchants, after purchasing some of his wares. The hour grows late, so I will begin my assault on the fort in the morning.

I go out then, in search of my fate. Whatever it may be.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 14: Logs 45-48

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Log 45

The path towards the fort has been more treacherous than I anticipated. Near the edge of the Mistwood I came across another restless spirit, who called out for Lord Haight and spoke of the demi-humans' anger over their mother. I can only presume that this must have been one of Lord Kenneth's servants before his fort was overtaken. A short distance away, I saw the anger of these demi-humans first-hand, as a small horde of them was charging towards the fort, impeded by a barricade. They were nearly rabid, but the more pressing obstacle on their attack was the manned ballista armed atop the castle walls. The bolts fired from the top of the castle ramparts shot them down in droves, and nearly killed me, as well.

Just one blow knocked me right off of Torrent's back, and left me lying on the ground in pain. The demi-humans pounced on me while I was down, evidently not caring to distinguish friend from foe, but I was able to get to my feet and cut them down, then mounted Torrent once more to speed towards the castle. The front gate was unfortunately very well-defended, with a squad of soldiers alongside another of those mad pumpkin heads. My injuries from traveling through the Mistwood and getting past the barricade had yet to heal, and my supply of healing flasks was running low, so I decided to fall back. Luckily, I found a site of grace by the edge of a cliffside near the castle, so I decided to hide from the enemy there while I recover. Once my wounds have healed, I’ll return to the castle, though I’ll lack the element of surprise this time.

Log 46

I’ve done it! I’ve retaken Fort Haight! Once I made my way past the guards at the front gate, I found the interior of the fort scarcely manned, with only a few barely trained non-combatants armed with firebombs to protect the interior, along with an infestation of gigantic rats. Unfortunately, the barrels of oil stacked across the castle grounds made them far more dangerous than they seemed at first glance. When I fought my way to the top, I found the knight that Lord Haight spoke of, seemingly in a trance. He was surrounded by pools of blood, and muttering something unintelligible. I hoped to sneak up behind him and finish him before he could even notice me, but as soon as I set foot in the blood, his head snapped towards me like a wild beast and he lunged at me.

Despite his bestial madness, he fought with just as much skill as any of the other knights I've faced since arriving here. More frightening, however, was his ability to summon blood from his blade as a weapon. At first I thought he'd lost his mind when I saw him draw his sword across his wrist, but then the blood came flying outwards with a force that nearly threw my shield from my hands. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to push him back and cut him down. Most frightening of all, however, was what happened after I slew him. Along with the runes, some sort of knowledge entered into my mind, like breathing in ashen dust. This must be what Sir Bernahl spoke of when he mentioned the “ashes of war”. It was just a brief moment, but I felt as if I could see a glimpse into the mind of that madman, and now I too possess his technique. Still, I am loath to use such a vile, heretical battle art.

Whatever the case, now that this is done, I must return to Lord Kenneth post-haste to report on my success. One thing still concerns me, however, that massive corpse in the courtyard. I've never seen anything like it, but it bears some features similar to the demi-humans. Could this be the queen that the lingering spirit spoke of?

Log 47

I can scarcely believe this, even as I write it down. I could almost cry, is this a dream? I returned to Lord Kenneth, and informed him of the good news. He congratulated me and offered me a reward: knighthood! Lord Kenneth has offered to take me into his service, and raise me to knighthood!

I didn't even need to think about it before I got down on one knee and pledged my service. I'm positively giddy! To think; that the dream I once thought impossible could come true! That I could be a knight once more! This must be the reason for which I was called to this place, I am sure of it! Now all that's left is to return to the fort, and begin my new life. I can scarcely wait. I only hope that this dingy and battered armor will be appropriate for the ceremony.

Log 48

I don't know why I ever got my hopes up. As soon as I arrived at the fort, the state of things was obvious. The demi-humans that Lord Kenneth hoped to commune with were rampant, and attacked me as soon as I set foot in the fort. Though at least they knew enough to back off as soon as they saw they were no match, and they seemed to leave Lord Kenneth undisturbed. However, this was the least of his problems. Not only is the fort in a state of complete disrepair, but his staff have been slaughtered down to the last man. A lord he may be, but Lord Kenneth is lord of a broken fort and nothing more.

He readily admitted that he had neither the authority nor the resources to raise me to knighthood, and apologized. I do not begrudge him, given the state of things, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. Still, by way of apology, he gave me half of a broken medallion. Supposedly this is a treasure entrusted to him for safekeeping, that when reunited with its other half, will open a path towards the Altus Plateau, land of the capital. I thanked him, and went off on my way. I suppose this is my own fault for getting my hopes up.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 15: Logs 49-53

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Log 49

I returned to the Church of Elleh to rest, and spoke with Kale a while. I asked him about the strange howling I heard in the Mistwood, and he told me of a fellow by the name of Blaidd. I’m not sure who this Blaidd could be, or why he would be howling at the moon in the middle of that forest, but Kale taught me a signal to communicate with him. Kale seems to think we might get along, so I see no harm in investigating. The site of grace in front of the fort leaves me fairly close to the ruins, so I will teleport there before making the rest of the journey on horseback. I’ll have to be careful not to draw the attention of those bears…

Log 50

It took some care to not wake that giant bear in the middle of the ruins, but I made my way there and snapped my fingers, just like Kale showed me, to get Blaidd’s attention. I suppose a wolf who stands and speaks like a man should be more astonishing, but I suppose by this point I’m starting to grow accustomed to the oddities of the Lands Between. If anything I was more taken aback by his height.

Blaidd was a friendly enough sort, and he told me that he was here in search of a man named Dariwil. I don’t know what crime this man has committed, but Blaidd seems dead-set on meting out justice himself. I offered my help, but regrettably I don’t have much to offer him. Still, I told him I would keep an eye out and let him know if I came across anything.

Log 51

I’ve been keeping up my studies in sorcery as I travel throughout the Lands Between, and I’ve been making great strides, even Mistress Sellen has praised my progress. I can feel the difference that these runes make. The physical strength was one thing, but feeling a change in my own mind is something else entirely. I’ve now come to understand more about sorcery than I ever thought I might. I handed Mistress Sellen that scroll that I found in the hands of one of these sorcerers fighting for Godrick, and she helped me decipher it, incorporating it into my lessons.

Regrettably, my studies still remain within the realms of the theoretical, and without practical experience, my studies have hit a wall. There must be some way I can find a glintstone staff in this place…

Log 52

I ventured down to the south of Limgrave and found a bridge leading even further south. Before I rode towards it, however, I found another Evergaol atop a hill. I went to investigate, and among the strange sigils, I spotted what looked like a name ‘Dariwil’. Could this be the same man that Blaidd is hunting? I’ll return to the Mistwood to speak with him.

Log 53

Blaidd’s justice has been served. With Blaidd at my side we entered the Evergaol and met that bestial knight in combat. I couldn’t make out his form beneath that armor, but I almost wonder if he was another man-wolf like Blaidd. His feral stance, the way he moved, I find it hard to believe that he could be human, especially with the insane speed at which he moved. Still, we were victorious.

I am not arrogant enough to claim with certainty that I would have been victorious by myself, but I can safely say that Blaidd did not meet my help. He’s a ferocious warrior, and that colossal blade he wields is larger than I am, yet he wields it with such skill. I can only hope I will never have to face him as an enemy. Still, he was grateful for my help, and rewarded me for my aid. He also recommended that I look for a friend of his, a smith of some sort. I’ll be sure to keep an eye out.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 16: Logs 54-58

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Log 54

While I rode out across Limgrave, I came across a wandering warrior, who welcomed me to these lands. He neglected to share his name, however, but he did warn me of a dragon that resides within this lake. I’ll be sure to heed his warning, and steer clear of the main body of the lake. Perhaps I can avoid it if I stick close to the shore…

Log 55

Well, I was able to avoid the dragon, but ran into another danger. As I made my way down the canyon past the lake, I found myself ambushed by another Tarnished, wielding a pair of wicked, vile-looking daggers. The blood that dripped from his blades, and that he shot out at me, reminded me of that blood-crazed knight back at Fort Haight, though this one was clearly of a different breed. I thought I was about to die again, but that man came to my rescue, cutting down that so-called “Bloody Finger” with his enormous sword.

I spoke to him later and he introduced himself as Yura, a hunter of these Bloody Fingers. Tarnished who hunt their own kind, like those Recusants that Bernahl told me about, only these sound even more deranged somehow. I’m grateful for his help, and I hope that our paths will cross again. I’m not optimistic enough to believe that I won’t run into these blood-crazed devils again, so I suppose Yura and I will be comrades-in-arms soon enough.

Log 56

After clearing out another of those catacombs, I came across a cave entrance hidden along the side of the canyon. I suppose I must have missed it while I was busy dealing with that blood-crazed murderer. The cave is home to a group of bandits, who didn’t put up much of a fight, despite their numbers. Deeper inside I came across another Tarnished, who tried to rob me. He was certainly no Bloody Finger or Recusant, though, and he gave up without much of a fight. The weasely little bald man introduced himself as Patches, and though his excuses and lies were flimsy, I decided to show mercy. While I can’t say I approve of his activities, another merchant to provide me with aid is always welcome in these lands.

Log 57

I came across an old abandoned mine near the edge of the lake. Well, perhaps “abandoned” isn’t the right word for it. It’s certainly still populated, and is even in use, but I somehow doubt that these miners have much care for how the fruits of their labor is being used, or even realize what they’re mining.

The mindless ghouls here are unique, however. Unlike the others who are frail and sickly, these miners seem to have literally turned into the very stone they spend their time around. I can’t imagine how this could have come to pass. Is it some strange property of the ore? Or just more of the madness present in these lands? I was alarmed at first when my weapon bounced off their rock-hard skin, but after a bit more effort I was able to strike true. After that I learned to take them by surprise so that their durability would win them no advantage.

Deeper inside was another of those giant trolls, whose flesh had also turned to stone. While he was certainly fearsome and durable in equal parts, I’ve grown rather accustomed to facing these giants by now, so he fell without much resistance. Now the smithing stones mined in this place are my reward. I’ll have to see with Hewg about using these to enhance my weapons.

Log 58

While I was exploring the ruins near the lake, I came across some messages from my fellow Tarnished. Apparently, one of the chests within these ruins is actually a trap, meant to send unwitting explorers deep into a dangerous region. At first I just made a mental note to steer clear and went along my way, but then some other messages caught my eye.

It seems that this chest is enchanted to send the victim to an area close to the ruins of a town of sorcery, and many sorcerous treasures can be found in the area- including a powerful Glintstone Staff. I know it’s risky, but I can’t help but feel that this must be fate. This is exactly what I’ve been looking for. I will take on this trial to claim this treasure as my own, and finally become a proper sorcerer. I’m sure it will be perilous, but after how long I’ve been here, I’ve grown accustomed to danger. Besides, it’s not as if I can die permanently, how bad could it be?

- Accolon of Elis

Chapter 17: Logs 59-74

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Log 59

Well, I’ve found the chest I was looking for. These ruins are inhabited by more of these mindless undying fools, who seem to be praying for a true death from the dragon that makes this place its home. I pity them, but the sting of my sword will have to suffice for now. I have to wonder how many people have been claimed by this trap. It’s relatively unguarded, and I can imagine that if I weren’t warned about it I might have thought myself rather clever, sneaking in here to claim the treasure undetected, only to find myself made a fool of. Yet, here I am, about to spring this trap willingly, so maybe I am a fool after all. I wonder how many others have opened this chest knowing full well where it leads, in hopes of pillaging some treasure.

I don’t know what I’m stalling for. Writing about it won’t bring me any closer to that staff.

Log 60

Well, the rumors about this place were true. I wound up in some sort of mine, but far different from the one near Agheel lake. Most disturbing were the strange insect… things that prowl it and seemingly command the miners here. At first I was caught by surprise when one ambushed me from above with that massive glaive. But then before I could even react, another one pierced me with countless stringy threads, like a sharpened spider’s web.

More alarmingly however, I did not return to a site of grace after death. Instead I’m right back where I started, and no matter my efforts, I cannot teleport to any other sites of grace to leave this place. A cruel trick by whoever set up this trap, no doubt…

What have I gotten myself into.

Log 61

I can barely take a step out of this dingy shack before being set upon by those pest monsters. I thought that knowing about them ahead of time would give me an edge, but their strange, confusing movements make it nigh impossible to keep track of them, and whenever my attention is drawn to one of them, another one shoots me down from afar with those threads. This is going to be rather vexing, I fear…

Log 62

This time I tried to stay on the defensive, using my shield to fend off their ranged attacks, but while I was worried about the pests, I forgot all about the miners, and one of them pounced on me from behind. By himself, the stone digger likely wouldn’t have been much of a threat, but as soon as my guard was down, those pests struck again…

Log 63

I tried to take the stealthy approach this time, luring one of the pests away from the rest of the pack, so as to not be interrupted by any trespassers. The pest proved more fearsome than I expected, scuttling around like a centiped to get past my guard, and using the long reach of that glaive to keep me at bay. Eventually I was able to deflect its blows and counterattack, but no sooner did I begin celebrating my victory than another pest shot me down once again. I’m beginning to hate these things.

Log 64

After several more failed attempts at fighting my way out, I have decided that this is not a fight I can win. I will simply find my way to the nearest exit, and flee as fast as I can, hoping that they won’t be able to keep up with me.

Log 65

The pests weren’t able to keep up with me, but those damned threads sure could. It seems my only hope is to slip away unnoticed. Torrent doesn’t seem able to materialize here; a shame, his help would be very welcome right now.

Log 66

With great care and no small amount of luck, I was able to slip past those vile insects. Only to then discover that what I thought was the exit only led deeper into the cave. It wasn't long then before I wound up back in this accursed shack. I'll have to take care to actually find the exit next time before I try to flee.

Log 67

This cave is beginning to vex me greatly.

Log 68

Damn it all! Just when I thought I was out, more of those damned miners ambushed me.

Log 69

f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place f*ck this place

Log 70

Finally reached a site of grace, can't trust this place to be safe need to keep moving.

Log 71

By now I could probably return to the Roundtable Hold to rest a while before returning here, but I want to spend as little time as possible in this accursed land if I can help it, so I'm going to hurry and get this over with.

Log 71

What is this place

Log 72

This is hell. I am in hell.

Log 73

I got what I came for but those things are still chasing me, I need to flee.

Log 74

Well that was a very stressful expedition.

I'm currently resting within the Roundtable as I write this. I paid a visit to Fia and then laid down within one of the empty rooms to recover from that ordeal.

I thought that leaving that cave would mean that the worst had passed, but I could not have imagined what was waiting for me out there. Even the sky itself seemed to be rotting. And those creatures I saw in the distance… I doubt I'll ever be able to forget them.

And that awful swamp. I knew stepping in it would be a bad idea, but I didn’t expect just how hellish it would be. That awful red muck started chewing through my armor and then it started consuming my very flesh. When I realized that Torrent seemed immune, I thought maybe he could help me cross it faster, but then before I knew it I was being attacked by some strange swordswoman who knocked me right off of Torrent’s back. I made sure to stick to the edges of the swamp after that, though it didn't help much when even that was crawling with dangers of all sorts. In the end I found the ruins I was looking for, infested with both toxic living plants, and strange… man-things overgrown with mushrooms. With how dilapidated the place was, I struggled to even find the remains of buildings, much less one holding a staff.

But now it is done. I've collected both my first glintstone staff, and a scroll detailing a spell using gravitational forces. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to test them yet, due to the Hold's policy of peace, but I find myself far too exhausted after the day I've had. I will rest here for now and leave in the morning to continue my journey into the depths of glintstone sorcery.

-Accolon of Elis

Chapter 18: Logs 75-78

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Log 75

It worked. I can scarcely believe it but it worked. I've cast my first spell. My first true step into the realm of Glintstone Sorcery! It seems so mundane looking back at it now, but at the time I felt almost like a child all over again. To think that just a simple rudimentary spell, just a mere pebble, could feel so invigorating! I can see now why Mistress Selen spoke so passionately on the topic, it's practically intoxicating! The feeling of power coursing through my body, directed through my staff by my own understanding of the energies within me, and then made manifest by the power of my catalyst; I was like a child tasting candy for the first time, I cast the spell again without even thinking. Then I cast it again, just to prove to myself that I wasn't dreaming!

I kept on going until I exhausted myself, and had to drink from my flask to recover my strength. Then I started trying some of the other spells Mistress Selen has taught me. I must go to her and tell her the news post-haste! I will dedicate myself to my studies for some time now, and learn all that I can about Glintstone Sorcery, to better aid me in my coming battles! What joy to know that my trip into hell was for aught.

Log 76

I've spent the better part of two days now furthering my studies into glintstone, and my progress has been remarkable! Even Mistress Selen has praised my growth! She made sure to note that my rapid growth is largely thanks to my use of runes to strengthen my mind, but she told me that this was no issue. In fact, she seemed rather pleased by the development! She says that any and all paths of inquiry are equally valid if they may bring one to new conclusions into the nature of Glintstone. I must be sure to continue my studies, so that I might one day live up to her expectations.

Still, even Mistress Selen agrees that simple theory will beget nothing without practical experience, and I won't be able to study my way to the Erdtree. I must continue my journey, to continue facing stronger foes and gather runes. With my newfound mastery over Glintstone, I'm certain I can overcome any trial that stands before me!

Log 77

As usual, the Gods humble me. I returned to the site where my journey began, to do battle against the Tree Sentinel. Atop Torrent’s back, with blade in hand and a glinstone staff in the other, I was certain that I could not lose!

Alas, I am reminded yet again of my sorry state of being. At first I thought I had the knight cornered. He clearly has years of experience on me when it comes to horseback combat, but with such heavy arms and armor I was able to run circles around him with Torrent. I couldn't defeat him in a straight joust, so I thought I would try and keep my distance and strike from afar with sorcery. This strategy served me well up until the sentinel summoned a barrier of holy gold from his shield, which transformed my feeble pebble into a cannonball of holy energy and fired it right back at me. I was blown clean off of Torrent, and by the time I had gotten to my feet, he was upon me. I tried to get away to drink from my flask or to summon Torrent again, but this merely gave him the opening he needed to finish me off.

This was an invaluable lesson, clearly. I must never allow my ego to get the better of me, no matter how great my improvement. Perhaps if I returned now and tried a different strategy, I might emerge victorious, but this matters little to me.

I must continue my training and exploration throughout these lands, until I have grown stronger not only in mind and body, but in wits. I shall need all of them in equal measure if I am to have any hope of victory.

By now I have explored almost every nook and cranny of Limgrave. From the Stormhills, to the caves and catacombs, all that remains is the lands beyond that bridge to the south I spotted near Dariwil's evergaol. I shall head there next.

I suppose there's also the dragon Yura warned me about. But as I've just received a lesson in humility, I shall steer clear of that lake for the time being.

As I sat down beside this site of grace in front of Mistress Sellen's study, it occurred to me that it's been quite a while since I've last spoken to my other teacher: Sir Bernahl. It shall do me good to see him again, both for his company, and for his instruction.

Log 78

I have returned to the Roundtable Hold to rest as I write this. When I arrived at Sir Bernahl’s shack, I was surprised to find it empty. Upon closer inspection I saw that there was a message etched into the ground explaining his absence, in case any wayward students came looking for him. It seems he had business to attend to elsewhere, and it may be some time before he returned to Limgrave.

I was ready to turn back and ride away once I'd seen his message, but no sooner did I turn my back and step out from the shack, did I sense a vile presence invading. When I looked behind me I saw a massive, hulking swordsman carrying an enormous greatsword and a greatshield nearly twice as wide as I am. Even more striking was the man's armor, covered in wicked barbs and thorns. It took no time to realize the man was hostile, and even if I had to ask, his sword swinging down towards my head would have been answer enough.

I struck back, but the man’s armor was thick, and he seemed implacable. When I saw that my sword was ineffective, I tried to retreat and assail him with sorcery, only to be met by the next great surprise of the evening. The man’s sword, sheathed in crimson light, flew out from his hands and swung towards me by some strange magic. Worse yet, he controlled it fluidly and skillfully, even as his hands never touched the hilt. Whenever I thought I had gotten away, the sword followed me again.

This dance continued for quite some time, I was certain many times that the next blow would be my last, especially when he grabbed hold of his shield and crossed the distance I put between us in a single bound, nearly crushing me with it. Eventually, to my disbelief, I emerged victorious. I had to fight patiently and with great care, striking at any small opening he gave me using sorceries or a well timed slash, but eventually, the man fell, and disappeared into nothing.

I still have no idea who or what he was, and am just as clueless as to his purpose in attacking me. But this victory serves as another reminder of the importance of my training, had it not been for Mistress Selen’s tutelage, I would have surely lost that duel. I must be sure to continue my studies. I must also remember to inquire about that small metal ball the man dropped after he vanished.

- Accolon of Elis

Chapter 19: Logs 79-85

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Log 79

I spoke to Sir Bernahl once again, after he’d returned from his journey, and told him of the strange encounter I had while he was away. He told me that the man I’d encountered was known as the “Bell-Bearing Hunter”, a vile criminal who hunts down merchants and instructors, for reasons unknown. Sir Bernahl thanked me for dispatching of the assassin that was surely after him, but I’m positive he could’ve defeated the brute with an ease I could only dream of.

Still, at least now I know what my reward was for his defeat. Apparently this small bell can be given to those strange twin husks at the Roundtable Hold, allowing them to fashion more goods from runes. I should be sure to keep an eye out for these trinkets while I travel through these lands.

Log 80

As I was making my way south to cross that bridge, I decided to stop by and check on Varre again. It makes me skin crawl just thinking about that man, but I felt compelled to see if he was up to some mischief. Every time I turn my back on him I feel as if he is going to plunge a knife in it, and so I am compelled to keep looking at him, unpleasant as it may be.

He didn’t have much of note to say to me, besides some brief congratulations on my newfound strength and encouragement that I seek the wisdom of the Two Fingers. It’s odd, he strikes me as anything but a pious type, but he seems so intent on my following the path of the Tarnished and joining the Roundtable. Is this some sort of trick? But I cannot fathom what he would stand to gain from this. Perhaps he means to usurp Godrick’s rule and is looking for a pawn to dispose of him? I’ll have to ask Mistress Selen or Sir Bernahl if they know anything about this man. Perhaps Sir Gideon might know about him? What am I saying, of course the All-Knowing would know about this rat, the question is whether or not he’d deign to speak to me.

But I digress. When I stopped by the tomb from which I emerged at the start of this journey, I was reminded of that impenetrable wall of fog I saw on my way out. Now that I’ve found some more of these stone keys, perhaps I may be able to cross it? I sit at the Site of Grace now as I write this, so I suppose we shall soon find out.

Log 81

As is the norm in these lands, pain is curiosity’s only reward. The first thing I was met with was a lake of poison, it seeped through my greaves and clung to my armor, the smell was so awful it nearly made me retch. Still, this was only a minor inconvenience compared to what awaited me right beyond it.

A giant chariot made of stone, seemingly moving of its own accord by some strange magic, came barreling towards me and crushed me underfoot. As soon as I awoke at the grace I rushed back to try again, certain that it wouldn’t catch me by surprise twice. I was caught by surprise twice.

This went on for quite a while. I saw outcroppings against the wall where several coffins were stored within this mass grave, and thought I might use those to hide while I waited for the chariot to pass me by. Imagine my surprise when I was ambushed by a ghost! Several of them, in fact! I don’t know if these are the spirits entombed in this place, some lost souls cursed to act as grave wardens, or some strange illusion, but whatever the case, they were all quite keen on repelling me from progressing further. I thought that once I turned the corner I would be safe, but the chariot just turned and followed me down, crushing me once again.

It seems this is going to be a long expedition.

Log 82

I was able to escape from that chariot, but now it seems I have a new host of problems to face. I fell to what I thought would be my doom only to wind up in a lower level of the catacombs. More importantly, I have no idea how to get back up without dying and letting the Grace do its work. So for the time being it seems I’ll have to contend with more of these wretched imps and fire traps. It’s fortunate that I already know how to disable them, or else this would be much more troublesome.

Log 83

Just when I thought I had found my prize, I was once again reminded of how quickly fortunes can change in this land. I came across what looked to be some sort of large ceremonial tomb, likely honoring some great hero. In the center I found a strange golden pendant which gave off an unusual glow, but as soon as I reached for it, another one of those damn grafted monstrosities pounced on me from the ceiling, nearly killing me on the spot. I tried to back away across the bridge to get some distance, but then a second one appeared behind me and finished me off. I have no idea what those blasted things are doing in this place, but I can already tell they’re going to be troublesome.

Common sense dictates that I should leave well enough alone, but I think I’ve discarded such notions by now. If I give up so easily when faced with a challenge, I’ll never reach the Erdtree. However, I do not believe I need to defeat them. Perhaps if I can just grab that trinket and flee, I can leave them behind and move on. However, I foresee many painful deaths in my future before I can find a road to victory.

Log 84

I don’t know how long it’s been, or how many lives I wasted sneaking past that chariot, facing off against those imps, or running across that bridge, but I’ve made it to the other side, with my prize in hand. I found that the drop from the bridge was not as lethal as I imagined, and led me to a different section of the tomb. There, I was met with a ghostly knight that nearly took my life, but in the end I prevailed. Even better, I was able to find a way to destroy that accursed stone chariot, and can now continue exploring the rest of this tomb at my leisure. Though perhaps leisure is a bit too kind a word for it.

Regardless, I will continue my explorations for the time being, and exhaust this place before I return above ground, lest I never want to set foot here again.

Log 85

I don’t know how, but I’ve emerged victorious. I returned to the Roundtable after I cleared out that enormous tomb. It turned out to be much larger than I first expected, with many more twists and turns and levels to it that I would have thought possible. It was a relief not to have those wretched grafted spiders chasing after me, or that chariot turning me into a stain on the floor, but the ghostly guardians of this place didn't let me pass by in peace. Eventually, I made my way down to the deepest depths of this tomb, expecting another strange statue or perhaps a gladiator or undead monster.

I was not prepared for that… thing that awaited me. Even now I lack the words to describe it. It seemed almost like a living tree of some sort. But that strange bloody substance pouring out of it, the way it moved and that ungodly roar… I can’t even imagine what it could be. Most worryingly, were the strange golden flames that poured out from it, almost like the light of the Erdtree itself, and that small golden seed that fell from its corpse. I dare not think too long on this, it is not my place.

I still don’t know how I emerged victorious. I lost count of how many times I died trying to fight that thing. I relied on the spirits called by that bell the witch gave me for support, but even when fighting it as a team, it proved nearly impossible, especially when its gargantuan size meant that just moving from one end of the room to another was enough to crush me. And it moved with a speed and agility that should not have been possible for such an enormous creature. My sword and sorceries must have had some effect, but as I fought, I was certain that my blows were just bouncing off of it. Eventually, through trial and error, I found a strategy that seemed to work. While my spirit ashes distracted the beast, I kept my distance and used the gravity sorcery I learned from that hellhole to launch rocks at it. Aiming for its head seemed to affect it, and after enough blow it was seemingly knocked prone, giving me and my spirit companion a chance to strike.

Unfortunately, even with this cowardly strategy, I fell in battle many times before I finally emerged victorious. I don’t know if I could call that monstrosity intelligent, but it certainly wasn’t mindless. On more than one occasion, it seemed to figure out what I was planning, and turned away from my spirit summon to crush me. Even when it wasn’t focused on me, just the sheer size of it was enough to sometimes get me killed in the crossfire, not to mention when those golden fires began to erupt not just from its maw but from its whole body. Still, the power of the Tarnished and their immortality has not abandoned me yet, and so I remain unbroken.

Still, I think the most valuable prize I took from this expedition was that pendant that the grafted spiders were guarding. I remember hearing stories of pendants bearing the blessing of the Erdtree itself, and holding this in my hand, I know it must be true. Just wearing this thing, I can feel its power flowing through me. If this is the only reward I gain from this journey, then it will have been worth it. Yet I also emerged with a bevy of runes, and precious battle experience. This has been a fruitful day, indeed.

- Accolon of Elis