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as an apparition within the Murmur that vessels share, the Forsaken most often appears sitting in a plain wooden chair with a low rounded back, gazing despondently into the distance. reach out?

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[markingnight]

It was involved. Someone stole a piece of the Rune of Death from its confinement, and used it to fell Marika's favored child. Godwyn the Golden, First of the Dead. [ This title seemed to have some significance to Ironeye, though he did not immediately explain. The Forsaken hadn't asked about his kind in particular, after all. He lowered his hand from the Forsaken's shoulder to lean it again upon the railing. ]

Soon after, the Elden Ring, and the Order it represented, was broken. The demigods fell upon each other in a great war to claim its fragments as inheritance. And as the chaos continued, the conditions in the Lands Between grew worse.

...it is a long story. But suffice to say, disaster led to disaster. In my time, most of Marika's lineage are thought to be gone. The ones I have met have been... disagreeable.

[ Hello, yes? Marika? He'd like to make a complaint about Godrick and his bullshit whirlwind spam. In any case, though Ironeye's phrasing was more polite, his tone suggested that an altercation had broken out. Apparently, he had survived these encounters, and he did not seem to bear them any particular reverence. ]

[aeviternitas]

[ Recognition dawned at the Ironeye continued. ]

...Our homes are more similar than I had realized.

[ Were there worlds where the pantheon of gods lived in relative harmony, as his once did? Or did they all fall to squabbling at the expense of their charges? ]

Still, the demigods have remained, in your realm? Among the humans? [ Or, among Those That Lived In Death, perhaps, as Ironeye had said previously. ]

[markingnight]

They remain. Godwyn the Golden was once a great hero. And the demigods once ruled as lords, generals, and the like. But there's not much left to rule over now.

I've only met one who bothered speak to me. He accused me of looting.

[Ironeye's delivery was a dry one; he supposed the accusation had been true. Yet he had been looting for the greater good. ]

[aeviternitas]

I see. [ The Forsaken's voice softened to something thoughtful. Ironeye did not sound particularly appreciative of the gods or their war. But that they remained meant humans had not forgotten them.

He could not help but wonder what it would be like if the gods of his own world had not left.

...No, it didn't bear thinking about. They had left, and thinking about it would change nothing. Besides, even the Forsaken now had left, hadn't he?

He pulled himself from his thoughts, voice lighter than he felt as he teased: ] You did tell me you have a knack for finding things.

[markingnight]

[ The assassin bowed, adding a little flourish with his cloak as he played into the role. ]

And, as luck would have it, I had just found the most pristine regal scepter. Imbued with the power of the moon, it was, and a starry comet, besides...

[ There was a glint of mischief in his blue eyes, as if inviting his questioner to guess how much of his tale were true. ]