The Godslayers are not properly clothed until they hunt their first God and sew their own garb out of their skin, so it becomes a symbol, a uniform, of duty. To revel in excess is Gods' privilege; to strip bare of it, the Godskins' honor.

Weronika is based on the Christian saint Veronica, who, depending on the version of the story, wiped Jesus' face after he fell under the weight of the cross on his road to Calvary. Veils or shrouds are often associated with funeral rites. Should the Ages spin as they should, it would be Weronika who puts Marika to her destined rest, wearing the God's skin as a funeral shroud of her own. Both the God and the Godlsayer perish in the aftermath of the Godhunt. The God dies in body, and the Hunter dies in heart.

Remembrance of the Tarnished

Diary of the Decadent #8

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What I did notice the most roaming about, is that hardly anyone cares how I look like. My graphite skin and silver hair usually turned heads wherever I went, inviting praise and disdain alike. Here, if I’m something other than a target of mindless violence, I’m only a Tarnished, which is way better than my past titles of scum or decadent. Adrianne the Tarnished, quite rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?

Gold Tarnishes Quickly's

Gloam-Eyed Queen

At the core of the Golden Order lies a transgression most abhorrent. The Coveting of the Rune of Death, a blatant sororicide, born out of fear of what is inevitable. Before Maliketh's jaws closed over the Gloam Eyed Queen's throat, she spoke a prophecy to haunt the Eternal till the very end of her days.

I am your Death for as long as you are Queen

Marika and Weronika were born twins, which in the lands of Numen equalled an evil omen. Society would soon have them exiled and forced to wander the world searching for a place to call their own.

OC vs OC

Elane (D:OS2) vs Homen (Elden Ring)

Elane (D:OS2) vs Straker (AION)

Adrianne (Elden Ring) vs Oxynn( BnS/DnD)

Remembrance of the Tarnished

Diary of the Decadent #7

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It seems my existence is a beacon to all who remained sane here. I sat down near a flicker of Grace to rest for the night. There was no other place I could find that felt as welcoming and safe as the faint, dancing tongue of gold. Then, out of the blue, I was offered an accord by a strange girl who introduced herself as Melina. She too referred to me as ‘Tarnished’ and proclaimed me ‘maidenless’. Stars only know how I kept my composure. Her offer was followed by another talk about the ‘search of the Elden Ring’, which I chose to ignore. Though amidst the usual ramble, she promised her guidance, something I desperately needed at that moment. I had no other option but to accept. Heavens bless the horse-goat-looking animal that came with said accord. He has hooves and runs faster than I do, it’s all that counts. Goes by the name of Torrent. The following night, my peace was yet again disturbed by someone making a sudden appearance. This time, the entity called herself ‘Renna’. I was certain it was just a dream; she looked like a living doll, with joints on her wrists and all. She asked a few questions and left me a spirit-calling bell in exchange for truthful answers. When I awoke in the morning, the thing was still in my hand, painfully real. I would sleep better knowing it was all my imagination. 

Karai, the Dragoneater

Later known as the Patient. A Tarnished vagabond, once a loyal and ruthless blade under the command of the First Elden Lord.

When Marika stripped his Lord and his men of Grace and sent them to wander the world, Karai lost all will to fight or live on, disillusioned by the integrity of the Golden Order. If his loyalty and faith warranted nothing but punishment, he owed it no further obedience. Always the patient to lie in wait for the best opportunity to act, he secreted himself at the very periphery of the realm of gold, within the cliff-encircled Chapel of Anticipation. There he waited for eons, anticipating death...or a summon from his old Lord.

[Karai belongs to my boyfriend]

[Art by Enero]

Oghma, the Scribe

One of the Omens set free from the Subterranean Shunning Grounds by the Third Elden Lord. For this, he is eternally grateful to the current rulers of Leyndell. Coming from a noble house, he was taught to read and write. He tried to maintain these skills throughout his isolation by keeping an impromptu 'library' of scraps and snippets that ended up discarded in the sewers and reading them to his unfortunate kin.

Now that he has the entirety of the palace's library to himself, he's never been happier. Appointed by Radagon as his personal scribe, Oghma is living his best life.

Renna of the New Moon gallery

Save me Nue, Nue save me

Adrianne's and Radagon's New Clothes

(for the Wandering Arc of GTQ)

In the beast's den

Illustration from chapter 32 of Gold Tarnishes Quickly by glitchingargoyles

Adrianne meets the demi-human queen Mura

when rykard declared war on the gods do you think he ever thought about the possibility that he’d meet his father in combat at the end of it all… imagined himself killing him…. can anyone hear me

Gold Tarnishes Quickly relationship graph Be Not Afraid edition

The Convergence x PotionCraft (my fanfic server)

I'm running an event where I turn server members' OCs into Potion Craft customers! I'll be dropping their requests and potions soon. The visitors so far: Adrianne&Radagon from Gold Tarnishes Quickly Algrim by Mad_Hoonter Ellia from Reforging Glory Cizero by TheSandwitch Fireheart&Malenia from Greywolf Lordan&Melina from The Godless Age Parthena by Pyrokinesis Tarian from An Epoch of Lies

Yesterday's warm up doodle The Godslayer or How to Turn Your Loved One Into a Coat (a Godskin tradition)

Awakened

RadaGiant doodle

Remembrance of the Tarnished

Diary of the Decadent #6

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I must gather my thoughts, first.   Last thing I remember before I awakened in the tomb was a dream...or a vision. Deep into the night I battled some monstrosity and won. Then there was a path, a ruined chapel. The road ended with a deadly drop. Solid ground disappeared and there was no ‘me’ anymore. Just him. An angel with wine-colored hair, a halo of gold encircling his head. The light burned my eyes, but his face got etched into my memory like a red-hot stamp. The beauty… …reminds me of this ‘Grace’ that is said to guide me. It seems oddly similar to this angelic aura. And the Erdtree I see in the distance is not entirely an unfamiliar sight.  Stories of gold ran deep in my family after all. But I never believed them. Silver of the skies always seemed more real to me.