A lone Slayer of Demons is bound by soul and fate,
drawn into Boletaria’s eternal madness.
Seek the Old One, brave the Deep Fog,
and let thine soul be the candle in a kingdom of despair.

At the end of the Age of Fire,
a nameless Undead stirs within a forsaken asylum.
Drawn by fate to Lordran,
they shall seek the souls of ancient lords,
walk the path laid by Gwyn’s fading light,
and decide at last how the fire will end.

Bearer of the Curse, adrift across the lost kingdom of Drangleic.
In seeking a cure for thine affliction,
thou shalt walk the path of ancient crowns.
Through ruin, flame, and fading memory,
seek souls, seek the King—
lest the curse claim thine own.

Across the sea, in a city drowned in blood and night,
a Hunter awakens beneath the pale moon.
Bound by oath and eldritch dream,
tread the long hunt through beast and nightmare.
Only in the blood shall truth be found…
if thou canst endure.

The Unkindled will rise,
nameless accursed Undead,
unfit even to be Cinder,
And so it is that ash seekth embers...

"What's the matter, stray? Nothing left to lose?
... Fascinating. Will you join me, starving wolf?"
On that day, a young cub was taken from the battlefield.
He trained relentlessly and indeed went on to become a master shinobi.

In the ruins where old pacts fester,
shadows whisper of a night that will never end.
Take up thy lantern and step into the Reign—
for in darkness, all debts are paid.

And one other. Whom grace would again bless.
A Tarnished of no renown.
Cross the fog, to the Lands Between.
To stand before the Elden Ring.
And become the Elden Lord...