Dearth of Gold (Elden Ring X Fairy Tail)
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No comment on Malenia's condition. I also need some elaboration on the last question because that sounds like something separate from everyone catching Scarlet Rot.
Nicolay
The Sequel Trilogy is Canon!
Like i said i was going trough Malenia's lore and from what i could find the Kindred of rot didn't exist before she bloomed in Caelid same white Millicent and her sisters add to that them being referred to as Malenia's children or the rot goddesses children
I recently watched a pretty good video about Malenia and the Scarlet rot by SmoughTown if you're interested
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My understanding of this is that the Rot induced mutations in people and their offspring. There should not have been any spontaneous births, though I guess Kindred of Rot could have developed out of the countless dead. Scarlet Rot is relating to the cycle of decay and life after all.
That aside, it just occurred to me to ask people in general: how did Rennala get a Great Rune? She was already heartbroken when the Elden Ring shattered, so I doubt she would come to Leyndell to grab it. Ranni was dead by then. Rykard and Radahn, her sons, each had a rune of their own. Not to mention that Rykard does not seem the type to bring his mom one, while Radahn was all-in on the Golden Order.
Do we have anything on how that rune found its way to her?
Nicolay
The Sequel Trilogy is Canon!
It probably was the loli
To clarify i mean Ranni
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It was a gift from Radagon, the last one he gave before leaving her dry to go screw himself.
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the most common theory I've seen is that it got broken off the elden ring like the rune of death and gifted to her by radagon before the shattering
02. The Secret of Galuna Island
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[] Agree to investigate the curse
Malenia considers her options a moment longer before inclining her head.
"Very well. I will see about dealing with this curse of yours."
Curiousity and practicality are united in this; making good with the locals will grant her access to their resources while also answering why her and their experiences do not add up. The people already look upon her with hope.
"Marvelous!" the elder cheers. "Then you must destroy the moon!"
His demand earns a withering look that curbs his enthusiasm. Malenia's wings flex as she looks up herself, pondering: "I will hardly challenge the moon before I conduct an investigation of my own. If I may have some space?"
The elder steps back, somewhat befuddled but unwilling to challenge her. He and others look on as Malenia crouches low, wings tense. "In addition," she adds pointedly, "should I succeed in lifting your curse, I expect a suitable reward."
A slow, understanding nod is all she needs. Malenia pushes off the ground in a small cloud of dust, leaping dozens of metres high. Her wings unfurl fully and take their first flap under the open sky. She is not a dragonfly to buzz around but a majestic eagle, her nature asserting itself once more to weaken physics' grasp on her.
Riding a dragon does not compare to flying of her own volition. Malenia spends a minute getting accustomed to her wings, fluttering and gliding above the village. The day they manifested was the day she died, so this is the first time she can truly experience them. But that minute is all she allows herself before turning her attention skyward again. Mighty wingbeats send her careening upward.
Then she crashes face-first into something invisible. The sky cracks, only a few hundred metres above the ground.
Malenia rears back and keeps herself aloft, one hand rubbing her stinging forehead. A shard of sky falls from where she impacted, revealing a more white glow. She catches the fist-sized shard and frowns at it, then at the cracks above.
Her prosthetic blade clicks into place, the blade securely led by her steel hand. A single swing unleashes enough force to part the sky. A tear runs along the purplish tint and spider cracks follow, then the dome-shaped structure falls apart. Each half shatters, the shards themselves collapsing into powder that the wind carries away.
Malenia floats under a white moon rather than a purplish one now, the odd, crawling sensation on her skin gone.
It would be simple to presume this was the sole cause, but something must have put it here. It is possible another such dome might be erected in time. Malenia refuses to coast by on the bare minimum; she gave her word to solve this, so she will solve it for good.
Nonetheless, she continues to ascend. Even if the moon is not responsible after all, she wants a closer look.
The atmosphere grows thinner, but it means little to a demigod. Malenia's divine nature wraps around her like a secure blanket, sustaining her even as oxygen is cut off. The Rot in her bosom provides a gentle heat that keeps the cold of space at bay.
And then she leaves the planet behind, floating freely. The moon is still far away, though it has grown in size to her perception. Sunlight peeks across the horizon and warms her back.
It is quiet here, no signs of life but the steady beat of her own heart. Malenia's gaze roams the cosmos and finds it empty. Yet the moon, great and bright before her eyes, draws her attention back. She expresses her nature in full once more, calling to the celestial body if perhaps it can answer her.
The moon does not answer, but threads of another's essence gleam in response to the goddess of Rot; they reach from the planet below, blue and green in vast expanse. An inkling of something familiar yet foreign.
Moments after they connect, the strands are cut and unravel.
Malenia does not have time to dwell on it, for another being answers too. Belated, as if surprised, it slithers from the dark side of the moon. Bat-like wings flare in the sunlight and carry it on solar winds, gleaming ten thousand iridescent colours. Seven eyes and twenty more focus on the intruder to its realm.
She knows not the words to describe this being, the way its mere existence violates reality. It seems to be both more and less than it appears as to her eyes. But she knows it is a god, or at least the messenger of one. A being that stands her equal, if not her greater. And it slithers toward her near the speed of light, motions unearthly smooth even when it abruptly stops.
They size each other up, yet neither moves to attack. Foreign curiousity enters her mind and makes the other's intentions clear. It pulses ideas and thoughts too alien for her to comprehend, she tries to answer and is just as incomprehensive. Malenia has never communicated like this before and stumbles at composing clear messages. Yet the other is patient. It listens, and once she pauses, it answers.
Time passes and her frustration grows at such basic failure; eventually it leaks into what she tries to tell the other, too. A basic introduction was all she managed, though it did not understand the concept of a spoken name to begin with.
Soon enough the other retreats, a flash of their meeting over swiftly withering trees its parting message. An offer to speak again once time has passed.
Malenia agrees that she needs to rein in her temper, uncertain if its fluttering away without preamble is rude or simply custom. Either way, she follows the set example and drops back down to the world whose name she does not know.
Her thoughts are jumbled by the many messages beamed into their midst, alien concepts and images all. She barely notices atmospheric re-entry, her nature driving off the flames caused by friction.
She descends back toward the lone island, small as it appears in the endless ocean from up high. Malenia hardly needs sleep normally, but she is tired now. The Rot pulses from her gut down to the tip of her wings, not quite agitated yet in tune with her mood.
The villagers are still there when she arrives, staring up with reverence bordering on zeal. Questions are asked about the colour change, to which she tells them of the dome. The elder seems thoughtful once he learns the moon itself is innocent of the curse, though Malenia keeps quiet about the divinity hiding in its shadow.
Dreamless sleep follows, after which she awakens by the shuffling of little feet.
The children are back, only this time they overcame their wariness of her. Several of them surround her curiously while a few more prod the prosthetic arm she put aside for the night. The one whose gaze she meets on opening her eyes does not even flinch back.
"Why do you sleep sitting up, miss?"
She considers keeping quiet, but there is little else to do while she wakes up properly. "A habit," Malenia answers succinctly as she reaches for her arm. Nobody impedes her, in fact they watch curiously as she slots it into place.
"Where's your arm?"
"I lost it."
"Why do you have a sword?"
"To fight with."
"Is fighting fun?"
Her short answers do not deter the gaggle of children. That last question a little girl asks gives Malenia pause, though. There is nothing fun in war and it is not supposed to ever be fun. The girl stiffens when the valkyrie's head slowly turns her way and pins her down with but a look.
"Having fun in battle will make you very dead, child," she cautions, even dumbing down her choice of words to get the idea across. "Keeping one's distance is needed to survive."
She nods slowly, skittishly. Then she pouts at Malenia. "But why do you fight if it isn't fun?"
It is a good question, one of the most profound to ask of any warrior. Malenia knows what her answer was for the longest time, but what is it now? Without Miquella here, without even knowing if he is anywhere she can reach, she is without goal.
"I fought to protect my brother and our people," she settles on. "But all the same, I also protect myself. In a world filled with peril, only the sharpened blade can grant safety."
She can tell the words she chooses are a bit much for some of these children. Most of them get her meaning though. Not that it dissuades them from peppering her with questions, soon about wizards and guilds.
With some careful prodding that extends to the adults during a light breakfast, Malenia finally learns what this is about; apparently, magic users are quite plentiful and decentralised in this world. Magic itself is not bound by glintstone and faith, but extends to a variety of disciplines. There are none of these so-called wizards in the village, but Malenia is bound to encounter them on proper land. They often band together in wizard guilds, the term itself not unfamiliar to her. There are other sorts of guilds too, competing with each other and regulating various aspects of everyday life.
Malenia puts this new knowledge aside for the moment. Once she has eaten a meal of fish and some bread, she heads out to take a walk around the island. Galuna is what the locals call it.
Woodland hides most of the even terrain from above, meaning she has to wander along the various dirt paths to spot anything. The beaches are easily overseen and empty of any hints or irregularities. Wildlife continues to avoid her, as does the peculiar rat. Perhaps she should have taken a closer look at it when she had the chance.
After several hours of strategic movement, Malenia has combed through most of the area around the village. She came by a number of hunters and gatherers along the way, but nobody who should not be there. Nothing out of the ordinary. So she continues onto her task after a quick skim in the air; at her current pace, she can cover the whole island in about a week.
It takes two more days before she reaches the hillside, not interrupted by any demonic frenzies. Rocky ground begins to slope upward, bereft of vegetation. Malenia ascends with the afternoon sun warming her back, quietly musing about any potential caves; the calm gave her time to center herself fully.
And soon after the thought crossed her mind, Malenia stands before the mouth of a sizable cave. A yawning abyss in which she can hardly see anything.
Instead of leaving it for later, she turns back to get a lamp from the village; most would seek shelter from the elements, but especially hoodlums up to magical rituals. This cave is a more likely candidate than the forests, where a hunter could stumble over them at any point.
Her expression remains unchanged as she returns and braves the darkness. The lantern's shine illuminates Malenia's path, the clack of her boot and click of her iron foot creates an even rhythm in the silence. Her hearing allows to map out some of the side passages without entering, just from the noise she produces; she can confirm a number of dead ends before running into them, too.
It is eerily quiet, as if what wildlife sought shelter here fled some time ago. Traces of a bear remained near the entrance, but they were old. A dry cave so far above water level should be a prime resting spot.
Malenia is on edge, blade ready for whatever might happen. Her ears listen for any sound beside her own, eyes dancing in the firelight. She makes a perfect target for anything hiding in the dark, but whatever predator may stalk these caves is unaware just what it would be messing with.
Yet nothing happens.
There is no horror of too many teeth leaping from a side passage or the ceiling. No soft breathing in the dark to indicate an ambush. Not even traps.
After some time of scouting the caves, Malenia enters a massive cavern. Her hand holding the lantern lowers on its own at the sight of what sits in its center. Her sword clicks into place, but the behemoth does not move. Nothing does, really.
She quickly realises that the beast is trapped in some sort of translucent crystal. Whether this is a prison or for preservation, she can not tell. What is more, sunlight falls in from a hole in the ceiling and illuminates the cavern; the monster is cast in dark shadows behind the glittering crystal, no smaller than General Radahn at his over ten metres. Yet where her greatest opponent wore heavy armour and a billowing cape, this creature is bare. It bears only distantly humanoid features, though the physiology is the same. Two arms, two legs, one head.
With nothing happening, Malenia steps forward to investigate. The lantern is extinguished and set aside.
There is no reaction to her getting close, even when she puts her hand on the crystal to feel its texture. It is smooth and subtly cool. A soft tap produces a clear noise as well, speaking of purity.
Malenia expected the beast to wake, the prison to break, or any other form of sudden battle. The continued silence is almost worse.
She idly brushes her hand over the crystal, trying to divine its composition. It this beast was causes the disturbance and 'curse'? She can not smell anything, nor hear; even pressing her ear against the ice does not reveal the beating of a heart, however faint.
Just as she leans back, the crystal begins to shine. Her dormant nature flares in response, but there is no attack. The other simply is, greeting her with faint traces of discernible emotions. Curiousity, worry, determination.
When Malenia does not pull away, images follow. Memories and knowledge.
This prison was and is Ul, a human. A wizard. She turned herself, body and soul, into ice to bind the demon Deliora. The spell's name is Iced Shell and it can not be broken by any conventional means. No flame can melt it, no force crush it. Ul was attuned to ice as an element.
Malenia reasons that her Rot could break the prison, but she sees no reason to. She has no interest in freeing the beast, at most she will relocate it. Although the influx of memories tell her Iced Shell was cast under the open sky, not in a cave. Someone brought Deliora here.
Then she offers memories of battle in exchange, an army raised to crown a Lord. Great opponents called forth and slain in single combat. Starscourge Radahn crashing into the earth like a meteor, accompanied by a notion of great respect. Then the endless dark, followed by waking on Galuna Island.
After her failure to communicate with the being above this world she now knows is called Earthland, it is almost easy with Ul. The basis of their knowledge and their very being is much closer. The other woman is not coherent enough for a real conversation, but she seems appreciative of Malenia's own struggles. She answers with a notion of students, two boys that she protected with her life when casting Iced Shell. And more hesitantly, a daughter lost too soon.
The heartache that accompanies that memory tugs at Malenia, though she does not pay much more mind to it. She can not conceive children with the Rot writhing in her gut, Ul has no siblings. Their feelings are not quite the same.
Then voices disrupt them. They echo loud enough to warn Malenia well ahead of time, though she does not bother hiding. All she does is turn her head, crimson mane draped over her shoulder as she still touches the gleaming ice.
"I tell you, something out there has Angelica spooked!" A female voice insisted, coming closer with every word. "She's been shivering for days and won't go to sleep unless I stay right there with her!"
A dismissive snort is the only answer at first. Malenia uses the silence to count four different footfalls.
"Please," a snide male voice follows. "We would have seen a ship come by. Zalty has someone with the Magic Council, he would have told us if anyone took the job. What do you expect to happen, some sort of super predator emerges from the ocean floor?"
"Stop being an ass, Yuka!" the woman grouses back. "All I'm saying is that Angelica doesn't get spooked for nothing. Not like this."
"I guess you have a point there," the now named Yuka relents. "What do you think, Lyon?"
"I think that Sherry has a point, but that we do not have the manpower to comb the entire island for a threat that may or may not be there. Not quickly, at least. We will increase patrols around the cave system and this hill. We also post guards just to be certain. Anyone comes close, we will know about it."
This man sounds deathly certain of himself. Confidence like that could be worrisome, were it not laced with a familiar sting of arrogance. After all, the threat is already in their midst.
They do not even realise at first when they enter, too engrossed in conversation. A pink-haired woman and three men, one of which looks halfway toward a canine in his facial structure. The one who speaks so confidently bears hair in a blue so light it reminds of ice. He faces the woman and the last man, who dresses in green and black.
Malenia's opinion of them sinks further when only the dog-man even checks his surroundings; his gaze falls on her and he stiffens before quickly batting Lyon's shoulder. Their apparent leader turns back with an immediate frown.
"What is it, Toby?"
The implied 'this better be important' does not deter the other man, who shakily points toward Malenia. Only now does the rest even notice her presence and halts.
"Huh," Lyon makes, then pats Toby's head absently. "Good job. Now who do we have here? It seems there was an intruder after all."
There he frowns, gaze dropping to Malenia's hand and the gleaming prison. "What are you doing with Deliora?"
"Nothing," she retorts evenly. "I was having a conversation with the prison herself."
"Funny," Yuka comments without a trace of humour. The four fan out to make use of their superior numbers, though they do not attack yet. "How do you talk to a hunk of ice?" he follows up.
She does not even grace that with an answer, sizing up each opponent. They carry no weapons, but the dog-man Toby slid out a set of claws from his fingertips. Their poses are not for unarmed combat, either. Only Lyon still seems relaxed. He smirks at Malenia, arms folded behind his back. His fine clothes and confidence really do make him appear as the leader, as does his commanding tone.
"Be that as it may, you have stumbled upon something you shouldn't have, madam."
Were it not dripping with condescension, such politeness could carry him far. Malenia only arches a brow, unimpressed. "And what are your designs for Deliora?" she inquires. "The beast is safely bound in this Iced Shell."
A complicated look ghosts over his expression, gone too fast for Malenia to read.
"You are correct," he allows. "We are working to free the demon so we can kill it for good."
Foolishness it is, then.
"And why is that necessary?"
Her question prompts some angry twitches, but it does not provoke an attack.
"B-B-Because we need it!" Toby calls out angrily. He makes swiping motions with his claws as he speaks. "T-T-That thing's got to die!"
His verbal tic aside, the emotions behind those words are clear. Vengeance upon an avatar of destruction.
"Indeed," Yuka agrees needlessly. "Closure for us all."
"And how do you mean to open the prison?"
It was a bit of a long shot, so Malenia is not surprised when Lyon just laughs mockingly. She switches track and motions for Galuna as a whole with her prosthetic.
"Is this island required for your endeavour, then? Whatever you do has affected the villagers. Take it elsewhere and we need not come to blows."
This is a fair exchange in her opinion. The 'curse' is taken care of, she spares herself the battle, and they get away with their lives. Unfortunately, Lyon does not seem to agree. He chuckles faintly and pulls his hands back out, cape fluttering from the sudden motion.
"Only demons live on this island, lady. I don't give one whit what happens to them. And what makes you think you can walk away after having seen all this? Now that Zalty's here, we can get started."
He motions for an old man settled on a rocky outcropping further back, far enough away to escape Malenia's notice. He grumbles something unflattering about giving him away while she reevaluates; the four before her are fools, but that one clearly knew to sneak into position while she was distracted.
The crystal pulses just as she makes to turn fully. A wave of pleading rolls over Malenia, followed by a sharply contrasted image of a boy whose features are familiar. She requests Malenia not slay Lyon, who was once Ul's student.
Malenia pulls her hand away without regard. The crystal's gleam fades as her blade slides into place.
"If that is what you wish, then so it shall be. I am Malenia, wandering swordswoman. Engrave my name upon your souls as they move into the next life."
She moves on the final word and tears into Lyon before he can even realise. Her swing is measured perfectly in force to slice through a human neck. Yet once the flashing blade connects, it does not cut. Instead it bounces, the force of her strike making Lyon stumble.
Malenia steps back and tries to pierce Sherry through the heart, but the other woman is simply pushed back into the wall with a pained grunt.
What is this?
Confusion slows her long enough for the rest to get their bearings. Malenia leans underneath long swipes from Toby and slices through magical orbs from Yuka. Wind blows around her, but the shackles it tries to apply can not hold against her strength. The gleaming claws are a bigger problem.
Malenia's focus shifts. She idly cuts through two crystal orbs that shatter from the force, then kicks Toby in the chest. He is thrown back a metre and has no time to rise before a downward swing smashes into his head. The force of it cuts a tear into the rock beneath and makes something around him crackle.
Toby whines and covers his head, all but curling up. "I surrender, I surrender!"
Malenia stares down at him for a moment, only to be distracted when one of the crystals she destroyed slams into the back of her head. She cuts it apart once more and turns to Zalty, who kept his distance. Sherry moves her fingers as stone golems begin to form around the area, a gleaming lavender circle behind her. Lyon has a different circle in icy blue.
"Haha, sneak-"
Malenia takes a step aside and Toby stumbles past her. The flash of steel was barely seen and she comes to stand just as his head drops. The body follows right after.
She stares down the remaining four with blood pooling at her feet. Their morale took a heavy blow, but they do not break yet.
Lyon roars and throws his hand forward. "Ice Make Eagle!" he shouts and the magic manifests in dozens of avian constructs. They rush down Malenia, who weaves between them with little trouble. Swift and many, but brittle and uncontrolled. One clips her blade and tears itself apart.
The stone golems follow in the eagles' wake. More rocks bound together by glistening threads, they attempt to box her in against a wall. Singular swipes of her blade destroy a dozen each, faster than Sherry can put them together.
"Do something, Yuka!" she shouts at the man still holding back, only for him to scowl at her.
"I can only give you wind, any Wave worth using will bring down the ceiling on us!"
"Ice Make Elephant!"
Lyon does not seem to care for the brewing argument. His new creation trumpets in anger as it rampages toward Malenia; the ground shakes, but fragments already break from it. She can tell the exact point to strike for the entire construct to fall apart.
But just as she rears back, her arm turns to dust. The prothesis vanishes alongside her iron leg and makes Malenia stumble, long enough for the beast to trample her. She is thrown onto her back and the air pressed from her lungs, but its weight is too little to cause more than a bruise.
Silence answers her for a moment as she takes stock; down an arm and a leg is troublesome.
She adjusts her motions and turns sideways on her remaining arm, using the leg to push upward. Carefully measured force sees her standing once more, distinctly unamused by whatever trick was just pulled.
"Looks like this is it," Lyon gloats, his previous condescension back in place. "You're strong for a mercenary that you can keep up with wizards. But you've got no Ethernano and can't fight anymore."
Malenia almost snorts at his assessment. Four on one may be difficult without a weapon and only one leg, but certainly not impossible. But if he alreay wastes time talking, she may as well try to figure out what happened.
"And how was this done?"
"Young master-" the old man tries to warn, but Lyon does not listen.
"Why, with Zalty's Arc of Time magic! He can affect the timeline of any object, so he just made that steel age a million years or something!"
A muttered "Everytime" is all the other man gives in response, well aware of Malenia's piercing gaze now on him. She can acknowledge that this is dangerous, though the fact she herself was not aged to dust means he is indeed limited to objects. Had this trap been used along with more capable opponents, she would be in danger.
"You should return them," Malenia suggests to Zalty directly. "I am quite fond of my prosthetics and do not need them to find victory here. The alternative is far worse for your lot."
His expression is unreadable, though her certainty may tip him off about the ace up her sleeve. Lyon just scoffs instead.
"Sure. Let's get this over with, time to avenge-"
And without warning, the Rot sprouts from Malenia's remaining hand. It does not burst from a wound, does not spring from an orifice, it simply grows. A crimson vine arcs forward and slams into Sherry's chest, followed by black butterflies. Yuka tries to create some sort of screen in its path, but the vine just smashes through.
Sherry shrieks as she is slammed into the wall once more. The butterflies spread a fine, scarlet mist around her before withering away. The vine does the same, detaching as easily as a flap of dead skin.
Silence reins. Lyon glances between Malenia and Sherry, who slowly gets to her feet. There is no more need to attack. They are on-guard, unaware they already lost. Zalty seems to realise that too, going by how his attention swerves to the only woman in the group.
Before Lyon has a chance to waste time again, his companion coughs heavily and slumps forward. Her veins become visible from how much they bulge out, almost shining against the sunlight from above. She coughs up blood before long.
"Do not tread near," Malenia cautions Yuka before he can touch her. "The Scarlet Rot spreads on touch."
He flinches back as if struck. Lyon seems speechless as well. Neither of them know what to do, even Zalty is frozen. Him however, Malenia addresses next.
"Return my prosthetics, and I shall not be forced to slay the rest of you in this manner. It is not a kind way to go."
Sherry's desperate gurgles and coughs only underline the threat. Malenia is ready to act if her adversaries try to flee; they will not leave this cave alive.
Her gaze meets Zalty's for a long moment... and her artificial limbs return. Malenia tests each for a moment, then nods acquiescence. They have an accord.
A soft click and clack alert them all to the fact she is ready to strike again, but Lyon raises his hands in surrender. There is panic to his voice: "Alright, you win! We'll pack up and leave, okay?!"
That is all she wanted to hear. Malenia loses her combat stance and folds back her blade. "Very well. I will take your word for it." The implication what will happen if he lies is hopefully not lost on Lyon. Toby's fate should still be fresh in his mind.
Once she makes to pick up her lantern and leave however, a heavy "Wait!" stops her. Lyon motions for Sherry, whom both Yuka and Zalty stand near of. "Take this off her first."
Malenia turns back to him fully, unfazed by his demand yet also with a trace of pity.
"I can not."
"W-What?!"
"I can not," she repeats. "The Rot is incurable once it takes hold. Distasteful a weapon it may be, but my hand was forced."
Her refusal stops Lyon short; he somehow can not conceive that Malenia wields a power she knows no cure to. Of course it is common sense to hold an antidote to your poison when negotiating, but there is nothing that can stop the Rot. She recalls some notions of implements that can stem the effects, but has never seen one herself.
While he still sputters however, a hand weakly grasps for Malenia's ankle.
She heard Sherry crawl closer but paid her no mind so far. Now that Malenia looks down, she finds the young woman in a sorry state. Her skin has begun turning crimson in places, red rivulets run down from every orifice and even her eyes. She convulses, lips moving near silently in pleas Malenia knows well.
There is only one thing she can do for her.
Malenia's blade unfolds once more. Light dances upon its steel as she considers Sherry. A simple slice is all it takes, right through the neck.
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[] Spare her the pain
[] Ease her pain
[] Let her rot
For clarity's sake, "Spare her the pain" is the mercy kill option. Remember the rules and choose carefully.
That means Malenia will get the reward of a million Jewels currency and a Key of Sagittarius.
Sorry, Lucy but you won't have the Archer's Key.
Malenia hit the purple barrier of Moon Drip and probably broke the "curse" on Galuna Island, freeing the demon villagers.
It'd be a running gag when Fairy Tail see Malenia sleep sitting up every time and try get her into a proper bed.
Fairy Tail: "Yes, but no killing. Killing bad."
Malenia: "Sweet summer children."
Wait until Malenia learn of the Magic Council and their Ten Wizard Saints.
Radahn always falling with style and I have a feeling Malenia would probably feel nostalgic if Jellal drops a meteor with True Heavenly Body Magic spell of Sema on her.
Godzilla reference.
Nice knowing Lyon and his friends.
It's best Sherry had to be given a quick death than rot by the Scarlet Rot. Even if it means leaving Chelia alone without her cousin.
[X] Spare her the pain
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[X] What does it hurt to try? A new land, a new order, some new control over the Rot within your own soul? Reach out to the Rot within Sherry and reclaim it, pulling it back from her and within your vessel, that prison which keeps it locked away from others.
I mean, write-ins, right?
And if we're Divine, if we have some Authority over this Rot, then why not try to see if we can do more with it in this world than in the old one?
I mean, write-ins, right?
And if we're Divine, if we have some Authority over this Rot, then why not try to see if we can do more with it in this world than in the old one?
Because Rot is not Malenia's power. Rot is an external being that imposed itself on Malenia. It's supposedly the power of one of the Outer Gods that came to the Lands Between from somewhere else.
That must have been quite a sight for the villagers.
Their savior, flying through the sky to investigate the moon, rising with grace... did she just crash like a bird in a pane of glass?
Ah, I see part of what you were talking about.
*Refuse to elaborate.*
Yep, definitely see what you were talking about now.
*Still refuse to elaborate.*
"Do you like small talk?"
"Nope."
"Rude."
Hmm, how many ways of shattering canon into tiny pieces just that info gives us?
Because it's quite a lot, I think.
Yes.
Seriously, in this kind of world? Absolutely yes.
*Look at Malenia listening to their conversation from close by, looks back.*
Yeah, totally believe you here.
Well, technically, there is a way to stop the spread in someone... kill them with fire.
Unfortunately, the only way the game even hints at to remove the Rot was the work of several millennia done by Miquella, who is probably the world expert on it given how much he wants to cure his sister.
And even in that case, it would require us to do it in a place that allows to turn back time, that's how clingy it is.
The outer god of Rot Mallenia is the host to has no interest in trying to remove itself from anyone.
[x] Ease her pain
This is the best we can do.
They attacked with intention to kill, what did you expect? Malenia, one of the most powerful and experienced war general in the land of Elden Ring to not fight to kill too?
This was self defense.
- Location
- The Land of Many Bregrets
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I'm a bit lost, what does the 'Ease her pain' option actually do?
Like... the other two options make sense, but easing it is... how, exactly?
Like... the other two options make sense, but easing it is... how, exactly?
- Location
- Earth
That's fair. Mashima must have not watched Godzilla during the time he wrote Fairy Tail, else it definitely would have happened
That aside,
Nyarky got it right. And to add to their point, not only did Malenia give them an out without fighting, she did not even kill anyone before Toby surrendered and then tried to hit her from behind.
That aside, Fairy Tail has this little problem where every opponent that later turns into a friend starts as some arrogant jerkass who does not seem to care about casualties. Scratch that, this is basically every adversary in the setting. See Lyon canonically ordering his cronies to destroy the demon village once it is brought to his attention. Then they get the arrogance/bloodthirst beaten out of them because Power Of Friendship.
I already toned it down here; Lyon just ignores the village and only wants to make sure nobody can tell of his secret and probably illegal operation. But as he just learned, actions have consequences.
Good question. I wonder what it does? And why would Malenia not comment on it?
- Location
- France
[x] Ease her pain
