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- Ngh... W-who's there? Well, it matters not. If you are wise, you will leave, immediately.
- My flesh writhes with scarlet rot. It is a curse. Not to be meddled with by man.
- If you are wise, you will leave, immediately.
- My flesh writhes with scarlet rot. You ask that I stab myself with the needle... To quell the scarlet rot? But...how? ... Never mind. I've decided. I would rather trust you, than simply continue to spoil from within.
- Would you mind...averting your eyes for a moment? Well. That was easier than expected. But...why do I feel so... (She faints and does not wake for a while)
- I...hoped to see you again. My apologies, for when last we met. I fainted before I could even thank you.
- Everything is as you said. Since inserting the needle, the scarlet rot has ceased to writhe.
- Even the nightmares have abated... And now, though I can scarcely believe it myself, I can move as I please.
- Not that I could ever truly repay you, but I would like you to have this, by way of thanks. A token, though it is. I'm considering leaving. On a journey.
- With the needle buried in my flesh, I've started to recall, but dimly... My destiny... It's all thanks to you.
- My name is Millicent. I pray fate permits us meet again. I'm considering leaving. On a journey. With the needle buried in my flesh, I've started to recall, but dimly... My destiny...
- Oh, hello again. Something about this place felt familiar to me. So I decided to pay a visit, hoping to find someone here. But I've only found emptiness.
- Perhaps before my departure, I needed someone to say farewell to. Well, never mind that. I must focus on my journey, for which I have you to thank. I must stay strong.
- Ah. We meet again. In truth, it's been smooth sailing, for me. The scarlet rot has stilled, since last we met. As such, I've been able to continue my journey.
- Though rather vexingly, I realise that if I still had my sword arm, I could have aided you in battle.
- Now, I'm tracing the path Malenia took, after unleashing the power of the scarlet rot, during her battle with General Radahn, in the Caelid Wilds.
- I should like to meet her, this vanished woman. I think she's in the north. In the lands that lie beyond the Erdtree.
- Are you... Giving me this arm? I thank you. I am in your debt, yet again. I think, If the arm serves well enough, It might be possible for me to wield a sword again.
- If the arm serves well enough, It might be possible for me to wield a sword again. Perhaps, then, I can aid you in battle. Now, I'm tracing the path Malenia took.
- She's passed into to the lands that lie beyond the Erdtree.
- Ah, we meet yet again. The arm you gave me truly is a thing of wonder. It feels just like my own, even handling a sword.
- Perhaps it is foolish to say this to you of all people, but I'm sure of my skill with the sword.
- Thus, I would have you call upon me in battle again, should you ever have the need.
- I would have you call upon me in battle, should you ever have the need. It is the only way that I can express my thanks.
- To think we'd meet in such a place... What could your purpose possibly... No, I know well enough who you are, and what I know is good enough for me.
- Call upon me again in battle, should you have the need.
- I'm searching for a fort to the west of the ruins. I'm searching for a fort to the north of the ruins.
- I heard the master of the fort was given a medallion that allowed him to visit the Haligtree. Indeed, I believe that is where Malenia will be found.
- The Haligtree is hidden somewhere in these Northern lands.
- Again we meet. I can only surmise our purposes are aligned. In which case, allow me to explain myself.
- I am of Malenia's blood. But in what capacity I know not. I could be sister, daughter, or an offshoot… Whatever the case though, I am certain of a kinship between us.
- There is something I must return to Malenia. The will that was once her own. The pride, as a human, to resist the call of the scarlet rot.
- Oh, hello. Thank you for lending your hand. Without your help, I could not have defeated that quartet. I feel as if I've been in your debt from beginning to end.
- Thank you. With your help, I was able to live as my own person, if only in passing.
- But this is where things end. I pause to even tell you, but... I took out the needle myself.
- Tell my wicked master. That if I am to flower into something other than myself, I would rather rot into nothingness as I am. Please, let me pass alone.
- The scarlet rot writhes now, worse than ever. Before long I will be a mound of flesh. Curse-laden, and not to be meddled with.
- I wouldn't want such a thing to bring you harm.
- (winces of pain when hit by the player, etc.) Is there something wrong? Please, cease this at once. Why have you done this? Why must we always fight?
- I will not forget what you did for me. But this day marks our farewell. I did not imagine it ending like this. But I will not forget what you have done.
- Thank...you...
- Ahhh, how could you... Is this your true heart?
- Was I... was it all... All for this?
- Oh, a pleasure to see you, a pleasure indeed. I am Gowry. A great sage, in my day, anyway.
- I'd hoped to ask a favour, when one of your ilk came along. A strapping young Tarnished, able to cross the scarlet swamp of Aeonia.
- Don't fret, I'll provide fine recompense. Should you accept… I will teach you the secret of Sellia, the town you see there.
- Ah, then you're willing to lend a hand, are you? I need your help to heal a certain young girl.
- Her name is Millicent. You will find her beyond Sellia, resting at the church atop the cliff, stricken by the rotting sickness.
- The rotting sickness that afflicts Millicent has no cure. When the Erdtree flourished, even the demigods could not stave off its effects, despite their nigh godhood.
- But Millicent's suffering can be ameliorated. For this, you are to find a certain needle.
- Seek the deep scarlet swamp of Aeonia, outside Sellia's bounds. The needle, made from unalloyed gold, is lost somewhere there.
- First, you must find the unalloyed gold needle. It's hidden somewhere in the deep scarlet swamp of Aeonia. Then I will tell you, as promised.
- The secret of the town of Sellia. Ah, my apologies. I rather got ahead of myself, didn't I. Well, no matter. I'm accustomed to waiting.
- But if you should decide to hear my offer, whenever that may be, do come and speak with me again. I'll wait as long as it takes.
- Ah, changed your mind, have you? If you are willing to undertake my request, I'll gladly share with you the secret of Sellia, the town yonder.
- Ohh, you've found the unalloyed gold needle. As promised, I've detailed the secret of Sellia right here.
- Go on, it's yours. Now, let me have a look at the needle. Hmm. Hmmmm. Well, well, this is a marvel indeed.
- The work of a true artisan…a meticulous, bold craftsman who grasps the essence of life. Can you give me some time with this?
- As well made as it is, it won't be much use snapped in half, will it.
- I have awaited your return.
- The needle is repaired. Now it will forestall the rotting sickness, I'm sure.
- Will you give it to the girl, Millicent? I will reward you in kind.
- Millicent rests at the church atop the cliff, beyond Sellia, the town yonder.
- Tended to by the witless pests who worship her, or rather, her rotting sickness, as a god.
- A wretched fate, indeed. The poor girl, she never wished for any of this. Do you find it peculiar? That I would show such concern for the girl.
- Well, I'm the one that found her. A mere babe, in the swamp of Aeonia. She is one of my dear daughters. But the rotting sickness erodes one's memory.
- I doubt that she remembers the first thing about me. Oh, I must be getting old. I didn't always worry so much. (laughs)
- Can you give me some time with this? As well made as it is, it won't be much use snapped in half, will it.
- Now, all you need do is deliver the needle to Millicent. She's convalescing in the church atop the cliff just beyond Sellia.
- Do so, and you shall receive handsome recompense, of course. Thank you kindly. For giving the needle to Millicent.
- (sigh of relief) Now she, too, can begin her journey. And stare her fate straight in the eye.
- You've been a saint, through and through. As thanks, I vow to impart to you my knowledge of the lost sorceries of the Sellians, descendants of the Eternal.
- Please make certain that little Millicent goes unharmed.
- Like her mother, she has the stuff to be a great warrior, but commands only one arm, and is yet preciously young.
- Oh, you noticed, did you? Indeed, Millicent did visit this hovel of a home. It seems the memories eaten away by the rotting sickness yet remain, but faintly.
- However, she has no need of me, any more. No, she must embark on her journey, and stare her fate in the eye.
- I mustn't impede. As I've aged, I've found the best way to aid the young... Is to be forgotten. Ah, welcome, welcome. How may I help?
- Do you...need me for something else? So, you gave Millicent a golden arm replacement… This is a wonderful development. Thank you for your kindness.
- Now Millicent may fully realise her true warrior's potential. Like her beautiful mother. The girl, Millicent.
- She is a bud. Green and undeveloped, waiting to flower into magnificence. What a wondrous day that will be.
- In truth, before her, I'd never seen a bud of such superior quality. She might very well outshine her sisters.
- Do you have an interest in rot incantations? Then you might like to learn something of the history... of Malenia, goddess of scarlet rot.
- Queen Marika and her King Consort Radagon were blessed with twin demigods, and Malenia was one of them. She was born an Empyrean, carrying the scarlet rot.
- An Empyrean...is no mere demigod. As the age of the Elden Ring, and Queen Marika, was reaching its end, the precious Empyrean was born.
- A new god to forge a new order. Since Malenia fought Radahn, and the great scarlet flower blossomed in Aeonia, I have dedicated myself to her.
- And to the resplendence of the order of rot. The cycle of decay and rebirth. Oh, Millicent. Finding herself, is she? The words of a true innocent, the dear girl.
- Well, perhaps this is just as it should be. Little Millicent, following in the steps of her mother, no matter what. This is their fate, after all.
- <sobbing> Oh, mm, I didn't notice you there. Welcome. How may I help you?
- My apologies though, you hardly needed to see me like that.
- Oh, it's just… I realised that I'd soon be saying my goodbyes to Millicent, and… My eyes began to well... She is to meet them very soon. Her sisters.
- And when she does, she'll be defeated, surely, and begin to flower. Which is why...
- If you happen to be present for the girl's fight with her sisters, I ask that you side with the sisters and kill Millicent.
- It must be done by your hand; no other. Millicent trusts you, rather deeply in fact.
- Sever that trust. Nurtured by betrayal, her bud will flower most vividly. When Malenia ascends to godhood, Millicent too shall be reborn. As a scarlet valkyrie.
- Thus, I have a request of the utmost import. I beg you, kill Millicent. Before the girl can meet her sisters.
- There is no other way. It must be done by your hand alone.
- You seem to have sown a seed in Millicent's heart. Which will flower most vividly, should she be plucked by you.
- Malenia will be a goddess. And once she is, Millicent will flower anew, as a scarlet valkyrie.
- You can't tell me you don't wish to see it. The superior bud that is Millicent, becoming the finest of flowers?
- I beg of you, kill her. With your own two hands. Welcome, welcome.
- How may I help you? Oh how I have counted the days. Millicent shall soon meet her sisters. When the time is ripe... Do what you must to ensure Millicent dies.
- (sighs) Millicent, my daughter. Why would you take out the needle? You were so close. So very close. To becoming the fairest of all flowers.
- Would you disown us too? As your Mother did? We children of the scarlet rot? Millicent... Malenia... Do you detest us, so utterly?
- Have you taken the lesson, now? Killing me is but an exercise in futility. All is well, provided you understand.
- Let's just pretend it never happened, shall we?
- (sobbing) O Millicent, my daughter... Who would prune your sapling flesh? Such...such cruel and vulgar violence...
- (sobbing) Oh, Millicent... My most promising little bud... (sobbing)
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