The fallen leaves tell a story.

The great Elden Ring^[1] was shattered.

In our home^[2], across the fog, the Lands Between^[2].

Now, Queen Marika the Eternal^[3] is nowhere to be found^[4],

and in the Night of the Black Knives^[5], Godwyn the Golden^[6] was the first to perish.

Soon, Marika's^[3] offspring^[7], demigods^[8] all, claimed the shards of the Elden Ring^[9].

The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Shattering^[10].

A war from which no lord arose.

A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Will^[11].

Arise now, ye Tarnished^[12].

Ye dead, who yet live.

The call of long-lost grace^[13] speaks to us all.

Hoarah Loux^[14], chieftan of the badlands^[15].

The ever-brilliant Goldmask^[16].

Fia^[17], the Deathbed Companion.

The loathsome Dung Eater^[18].

And Sir Gideon Ofnir^[19], the All-knowing.

And one other^[20]. Whom grace would again bless.

A Tarnished^[12] of no renown.

Cross the fog, to the Lands Between^[2].

To stand before the Elden Ring^[1].

And become the Elden Lord^[21].