Elden Ring Onyx Lord Greatsword Novels & Stories

If you mind. Lord Drago came forward and stood before me. He pulled out a very sophisticated looking box and opened it. The moment he did so I felt an incredibly nostalgic feeling coming from it. Inside it was a really exquisite looking ring that seemed to be made of some kind of metal but it was totally plain. However, looking aside, I know that it's no way plain. It's definitely enchanted. Lord Drago: Lux Found it behind the Supreme Orb in a hidden compartment by accident when he tripped and flipped something. I don't know how but inside that compartment was this box.

He was indifferent about killing Shea. However, Shea did not feel gratitude, and instead, she looked Dewey in the eyes. "As long as I live, I'll not let you lay your finger on the Sect Master." Her voice was frail but stern. Dewey's face changed and said, "Fine. Since you're courting death, I'll grant you your wish." Immediately, Dewey raised his hand, and a longsword appeared in his hand. That longsword was black. It was a Tungsten Gold Sword made of Frost Iron and a unique type of tungsten gold. It was considered a rare weapon in the Keygate Continent.

Alphonso's mindful comment brings Ridge to smirk as he continues to examine the weapon. "Good observation. Well, that sword is made from an underground silver stone, which makes it heavier and deadly against the enemies," Informs Ridge nonchalantly. Then, the Prince covers up the sword with its scabbard. "How about me? What can I help?" Genesis then raises her voice to asks the two gentlemen what role she could partake. "Genesis... please stay here..." Ridge's husky voice melts while pleading the Lady not to take part in this bloody mess. This scene has irritated Lady Ruby tremendously, making her eyes averts away from the two fastly.

He handed her a thick sheet of paper, ad she stared at it. “The first lot today is the Lirael's Golden Torc.” She pointed to the second neckpiece close to the podium as she walked up to it. “The Golden Torc of Lirael is a legendary artifact from the mythical kingdom of Lirael, said to have been created by the ancient sorcerer-king, Aranthor, over a thousand years ago. Crafted from enchanted gold and adorned with gemstones, it is said to possess the power to bind the wearer’s soul to the land itself, granting immortality and control over natural elements.”

He unbuckled his breastplate and dropped it aside, standing before her in only his plain, dark linen tunic—stripped of his warlord regalia, stripped of his titles, standing merely as a man before the woman who had saved his soul. He reached into the inner fold of his leather tunic, pulling out a small, worn velvet box. Dominic’s broad, battle-hardened hands trembled slightly as he pressed the spring latch open. Resting inside on black silk was a heavy gold band, intricately carved with running wolves and inlaid with dark obsidian and brilliant, luminous silver moonstones—the ancient, sacred ring of the Blackwood Luna Queen. Nora’s breath hitched in her throat, her hand flying to her mouth.

Where had it been all his life? It was in the farthest case on the left arm of the big 'U'. In the top right corner, there was an intricately patterned chain. Each link alternated between yellow, white, and rose gold. For a chain it was pretty thick, but not too thick. It was maybe the thickness of a couple strands of yarn. On the chain was a little sword, a katana. Tony showed him what they were. The handle was fashioned from yellow gold with very detailed silk patterns made with rose gold. There was some kind of red stone(ruby?) in the hilt and the blade was white gold. If Dillon's mouth had ever watered for anything that wasn't edible, it was that chain and sword. He already had the symbo

We giggled and squealed for a moment before the girls joined us. “Oh my, girl.” Lori checked the ring on Olive’s finger. It was a beautiful marquise-cut, blindingly big rock diamond. “Wow.” I let them have their moments and searched for Lynx. He was standing at the corner, leaning against the wall with a broad smile on his face. Chuckling, I went to him, and he didn’t even notice me. “Hey.” He blinked, straightened his posture. “Princess.” I poked his chest. “Good job.”

He kept pace, but his steps grew heavy, then stopped entirely. "What is it?" I asked, my voice dropping. Lorde did not answer. His eyes were wide, fixed entirely on the rotating screen above. His chest rose and fell in short, sharp gasps. I followed his gaze. A short dagger hung in the digital projection. Its sheath was carved from raw, jagged obsidian. The hilt was a single piece of uncut moonstone that glowed with a cold, oily shimmer under the display lights. The description below it read that the blade was forged from pure meteorite.

Just being in Lionel’s hand alone sent chills down one’s spine, like an ancient beast about to devour its prey. “This sword is called the Immortal Slayer Blade. It’s an upper-grade fiend artifact. It’s stained with the essence of ancient great fiends and extremely powerful. It’s one of the most precious treasures I possess. “With this knife, you’ll be able to contend with beings in the late Darkness stage, even if you’re at the mid-Darkness stage!” Lionel said excitedly, “I’ll exchange this broadsword for the internal pellet in your hand. What says you?”

I look to Lance who is mind-linking before her presence is felt before she has even entered the marquee. She enters at the back, for a grander entrance. Lorrel likes smoke and lights, she was an artist. In her hands was a large silver sword with the royal emblem of a crown on top of an S, the same as my mark. She walks through the alphas and lunas earning gasps from the powerful aura she was emitting out. She places the sword on the table in front of us, before walking and standing next to me. On closer inspection I could see the sword was most likely silver. As well as the royal emblem, it had a large black jewel surrounded by small red ruby gems.