#allknowingofnir

[zcrayas]

"By the Shardbearers, is that how I stand?" - allknowingofnir

♕ - Rya takes a very careful look at him - how he stood. Then, she looks down at herself. Her two feet planted solid on the ground, little separated from one another, but not too much. Even her hands rest neatly by her sides. Just like lady Tanith had always taught her - fine ladies of the manor should be sharp of their appearance. Considering that, should they really compare, then?

" I believe so... yes." || @allknowingofnir

[coldblood-gardens]

"Word through the vine there's something about bruised grapes?" - allknowingofnir

Alberich slams his braille book down on the table and grabs his scythe, immediately running toward gideons office.

"LISTEN HERE YOU SON OF A--"

"AT LEAST MINE AREN'T COVERED IN DUST YOU DECREPIT--"

"COME AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE--"

Aaaaand he's gone. Gideons gonna have his week made seeing a pissed off, flailing wizard pinned under Ensha's knee. Don't laugh too hard, please. His dignity is the second most damaged part of him

[bloodrosebriars]

❄️ | @allknowingofnir

It’s almost funny how many no-name knights and Tarnished have walked by Gideon’s office without noticing — noticing the fact that the man standing outside the open door is, strangely enough, not Ensha. What’s funnier, though, is that even Gideon himself hasn’t seemed to notice yet — to notice the faint red glow coming from the hall, or the telltale brim of a red glintstone-decorated hat half-blocking the threshold.

In Alberich’s defense, he’s got Ensha’s signature pose down pat: the cocked hip, the folded arms, the thoughtful touch to the chin, the deathly silence. But everything else, and that awful, damned smile…

Well, if nothing else, Gideon is sure to notice something is off when Alberich lets out a rather loud sneeze, a puff of frost escaping his lungs like a dragon’s breath, not quite caught by the hand that flies to cover his mouth.

“Ahem. Sorry.”

And he’s back to posing dramatically.

[deathblightprince]

A loud yelp followed by a thud delivers a very confused and dusty Ensha into the shallow pools of the Deeproot Depths, at the foot of a returned lost city. - allknowingofnir

He found himself not only soaked by the shallow pools of water, but surrounded by Those Who Live in Death. However, they were acting strangely. One would believe they would attack a living being on sight, but these TWLID were oddly docile. They formed a circle around him to look down at him, simply observing him while making the occasional moans and grunts. He would find them slowly dispersing as soon as he stood up, beginning to turn and lead him towards the castle newly built, lost city/capital style castle. He could hear the sounds of mournful whimpers and groans as he approached the castle. None of them would stop him as he entered through the grand doorway. Hmmm, who did this place belong too?

[crybaby-tarnished]

A Preposal and a Wedding - The End of Communion Verse

Rennala sat like nothing had happened, the three all battle worn and bewildered by what had transpired.

Gideon moved his hand, looking at his palm. After all these decades he finally had his own Great Rune… And with it he could be stronger, younger, whatever he desired. And between him and Fyra, that made four.

Fyra herself looked at him, her hands suddenly wringing together, the metal of her gauntlets scraping. She spoke before she could really think on what to say.

“Before you are reborn,” She blurted, “I want to ask you something.”

Gideon and Ensha both looked at her.

“Marry me!”

That was not a question. She almost demanded it. Rather loudly too.

Gideon looked at her silently. After a few agonizingly long seconds, he chuckled, then laughed. Fyra’s face got hot, and she could not understand why he would be laughing at her. Not until he removed his helmet, showing the smile on his face as he began reaching into a sack at his hip. 

He removed his hand, and clutched between his armored fingers was a ring.

“I had Seraph make two of these… I was going to ask you the same, But I never seemed to find the right moment-”

Her heart was racing and her stomach flipping. She wanted to laugh at the situation too, but she could only think of her answer to his non-question. “Yes!” Fyra blurted, face even redder.

Gideon laughed again. “I am the one who should be saying yes. You asked me.” Still he took her hand, pulled her gauntlet off, and slowly, gently, put the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly, the stone seeming to glow. It was a thin band that had the stone embedded into the metal so it could be worn easily under gloves or gauntlets. She kept herself from crying, giving a lopsided shaky smile in her efforts.

He looked up at her, gaze soft. “Yes… I will marry you, but only if you marry this old fool, too.”

“Yes.” Fyra repeated. She took the other ring as Gideon offered it, swooping in to embrace him as tightly as she could, kissing him gently, “Yes, yes I will marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times and kiss you a thousand more.”

As if to prove it, she kissed him again.

“Am I to be… The best man?” Ensha inquired, and Gideon pulled away from the kiss, now his turn to be red.

“Of course. I can think of no better title to give you, old friend.”

“Ah… Love.” Rennala spoke softly, drawing them to look at her as she clutched her egg, “I know love… My beloved egg bequeathed to me by he…”

“We can celebrate and talk more elsewhere… It seems… Cruel to do this infront of her.” Fyra said sheepishly, hands sliding down Gideon’s chest before stepping away from him, “Go on then… Then I will put this ring on you after.”

“Not now?” Gideon looked confused.

“You might gain some weight… It could hurt you.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep calming breath. “Just don’t change too much on me, Okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.” Gideon kissed her forehead, then turned to face the large woman before him.

It was time to shave a few years off.

And after it was all done, well, they simply could not wait, and the Church of Vows was so close. It was only natural that the moment Fyra put the ring on Gideon’s finger that they went to Miriel to make it official.

It wasn’t like they needed anyone else there. Fyra had Melina, Gideon had Ensha. That was enough to bind them under the laws of the Golden Order.

Fyra had put flowers in her hair and the nicest dress she could get on such short notice, Gideon just wore his armor, which no longer fit so loosely and felt much lighter, even though the armor was no different then it was before.

He was the one who was different.

It was nothing like what Fyra had fantasized about. It was small, quiet. No music, just the sounds of bugs buzzing, the wind through the ruins of the church, and of course Miriel’s gentle voice.

Melina watched silently, a smile on her face. She had not been sure she would ever see this moment. The way the two had spoken, it had seemed like they would wait until after it was all done.

If they had… 

But she was here, watching and seeing with her own eyes what made the world worth saving. Love, hope, joy… So many good things that Melina held so very dear.

It was why she and Torrent picked Fyra, for she too held those things so sacred.

A shame she would not see the life her Tarnished would live once her task was done. Would she do as Miquella asked and bring an end to Marika, or would Fyra perhaps go with what she had originally intended?

Marika, still the Queen Eternal, Fyra her Elden Lord, and Gideon… Well he would have a place. Fyra would make one for him.

“I will… Take care of her.” Ensha assured quietly to her.

“I thank you, Ensha.”

Ensha only nodded. A pity they thought, that the little bug could not be here… Ah but Geralt might have made a mess, so perhaps it was better this way.

Both returned their focus on what was, at the moment, important.

“Under the order of the Erdtree, and the fate of the Moon, with vows stronger than iron… I bless you both as man and wife.” Miriel declared, slowly blinking, “May your love be eternal and heal all wounds. Past, Present and Future… You may kiss.”

Fyra took Gideon’s helmet in her trembling hands, and lifted it off his head. Even now, two decades younger, he looked like he had gotten no sleep, that he didn’t eat enough, that he had the weight of centuries on him… 

But she wouldn’t have him any other way.

She brushed his hair back into place, biting her lip nervously for a few seconds before jumping into his arms, her own wrapping around his neck as she kissed him. Gideon laughed against her lips, and he kissed her back.

Whatever choice was made… Whatever ending they chose, be it as Elden Lord or a quiet life in Jarburg… At least they had each other.

[fellomenking]

A tapestry depicting the symbol of Gideon Ofnir. - allknowingofnir

The Fell Omen narrowed his eye. He recognized the symbol of the eye. Sigil of the all-knowing Gideon Ofnir. One of many Tarnished who would seek the Elden Ring. One of many who were emboldened by that wretched flame of ambition.

With a brief sneer, the Fell Omen tore the tapestry in two, and allowed it's remnants to drift off in the wind.

@allknowingofnir

[velvet-apricots]

Sauce of Nox with out headdress

So nox apparently have the red and gold eyes.

You know who else has red and gold eyes?

Gideon Ofnir himself!

 It seems Gideon might have Nox blood in his veins.

[wanderer-among-undead]

@allknowingofnir

[songofsilentechoes]

There is a soft knock on the door. A familiar three paced rapping. - allknowingofnir

There's a silence before the door opens. The short, sightless woman stands there, holding her staff.

"Hello? Is that you, Sir Ensha?"

[maldrontheassassin]

@allknowingofnir​ has -- oh no: Ensha arrives, completely fine and not related to current events in an alternate timeline, to see what the Night's Calvary is up to.

─╠═►Black and white fabric rest upon the dark armor of the Night’s Cavalry. His war steed snorts at Ensha’s presence, towering above them. Turning to glance at the horse out of the corner of his eye, the nostalgic warrior nearly jumps out of his skin! Armed with nothing save for the faith of the Crucible, did he ready himself for a battle out of his element.

Moments later, he recognized the silent companion of his Tarnished liaison. Still wary -- this was the Erdtree Capitol, after all -- he ensured that the grand dining table stood between them both.

“--Ensha, yes? Is Gideon alright? ...How’d you get here? Why? are you here?”

[thefirsteldenlord]

"Lord Godfrey, is it truly you?" - allknowingofnir

@allknowingofnir

Godfrey stood on the balcony of the Erdtree sanctuary, looking upon the throne room that sits below the ever-tall and proud Erdtree. His back was facing Gideon, seemingly unaware of his presence until he made himself known.

Serosh was the first to notice Gideon as he glanced at the man and let out a gruff. Godfrey followed Serosh and turned his attention towards Gideon, stoic but polite. "Aye, tis I." Godfrey gave him a nod.

[coldblood-gardens]

A bottle of a fine vintage wine is left by Alberich's door with a note:

Something to help numb the pain and any ill will between us for that last barb; cheers. - Gideon

-allknowingofnir

"...........i hate to admit it but he has good taste in alcohol. Well, cheers Giddy"

A cork is popped, a couple glasses poured and snuck onto Gideons desk when he turns his back, Gideon only seeing the tail end of Alberich's cape as the heretic leaves through the front door. He'll take the other half of the bottle for himself.

[bloodrosebriars]

Knocks on Mausoleum door. "All the other Tarnished are being mean to me." - allknowingofnir

Locks the Mausoleum door. “Some struggles must be faced alone, o wise one. Besides, if thou wert truly so ‘all-knowing’ wouldn’t thou knowest how to fashion a good comeback…?”

[smouldring]

"If you've something to say, say it to my damned face instead of gossiping about the Hold." - allknowingofnir

i said you get no bitches and your peepee's small and shriveled. call it crumbling farum azula because it is falling apart. call it caelid because it is full of rot. call it the mountaintop of the giants because nobody goes there anymore. i have seven great runes so i can put a ring on each of my seven girlfriends and you're desperately trying to make eye contact with enia but she can't see bitch. she has no eyes.

[crybaby-tarnished]

Upon returning to his hideaway, Geralt will find Ensha squat down and hiding back under the stairway as Gideon raises a maelstrom hollering from the study. He raises a skeletal finger in a 'shhh' motion. - allknowingofnir

Geralt tilts his head, the antenna hands moving around to wipe away cobwebs that got on him. He then mirrors Ensha, making more of a hiss then a shhh. He then goes to a hole in the ground and pulls out a gnawed on ham shank, holding it out to Ensha to share.

It was weirdly cold, but that at least meant it was okay to eat.

[fellomenking]

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"Tarnished. Like the rest of them... A man who claims to be all-knowing, but knows nothing. He will never become Elden Lord."