Back on Altus Plateau. It is dawn. The panel is focused on the windmill villages surrounding the capital.
The view moves westward, focusing on the highway. The sound of marching can be heard.
The highways of Altus are choked with Leyndell Soldiers.
The Leyndell Soldiers, one by one in file, pass the Bridge of Iniquity to climb Mt. Gelmir.
An aerial view of Mt. Gelmir. Narrator: When the lust for adventure was strong within him, Praetor Rykard climbed the mountain thought insurmountable, beheld all below him and was filled with love for the volcano's power. Narrator: After the Serpent's Defense, when Leyndell's warriors announced they would scale the mountain and raze the Volcano Manor, he responded, "Come up, and then tell me." Narrator: Born to royalty, he seldom gave praise. Narrator: He held no sentimental value for his ancient home; he believed only in its strength.
Black panel. Narrator: And to this day... Narrator: No one has climbed the mountain, and told him his place.
The Leyndell Soldiers, having crossed the bridge, march through the ancient battlefield, scarred by innumerable struggles.
They begin to climb the ladder to the first campsite.
A view of wheels moving through the mountain.
The soldiers are scaling the mountain, through the ladder.
A shadow is cast on the climbing soldiers.
An Abductor Virgin falls on the soldiers, knocking them down.
The Abductor Virgin falls to the ground, smashing the climbing soldiers; those on the ground are bewildered.
More Virgins fall on the line, leaping from various points on the cliff.
Formal view of the Abductor Virgins, ornamented "machines" depicting a woman cradling a child on their chest. They are essentially moving Iron Maidens with bladed wheels or scythes for arms.
The soldiers look overhead; they see giant pots also falling upon them.
The pots fall, exploding into burning oil or lava, burning the soldiers' flesh. The Virgins, being metal, are unharmed.
An Abductor Virgin raises its wheels high above its head; the wheels whirl rapidly.
It slams the wheels down, grinding the ground.
The Virgin charges into the cooked soldiers, mashing them into pulps of flesh. Another Virgin is spinning rapidly, the chainlinks of its scythe shaking wildly.
The scythes are thrown, chopping the soldiers in half.
The soldiers attack the Virgins; however, their weapons bounce off their iron carapaces.
Inexplicably, the Virgins slowly open the hatches to their carapaces. Soldier: They've opened! Charge!!
What comes out of the hatches are the arms of the Tarnished powering the Virgins. (Yes, I know in the game they're tentacles.) Tarnished: H-heeeeelp...
The Tarnished pull the soldiers into the Virgins, devouring them. The soldiers scream.
The soldiers throw Lightning Pots at the Virgins.
The Virgins seem to "short-circuit", or I don't know, I don't really know how to explain their vulnerability in the game. Whatever is the case, the Virgins react poorly to the lightning.
The soldiers take the opportunity to bash the Virgins.
As the Virgins are broken apart, soldiers continue climbing up the mountain.
The soldiers reach the next campsite. They look around them.
They continue onward, coming across the first "post" (I don't know what to call this structure; it's obviously used as a kind of barracks) that had been built here long ago. They come across the bodies of soldiers who preceded them long ago.
They cross a landbridge to the next ladder.
A large mass of flesh falls upon the soldiers. (The soldiers should look up more often.)
Merged Tarnished try to crawl out of the writhing mass of flesh, tearing apart the soldiers. (I know a Grafted Scion is what falls out of the sky in the game, but I really have no idea what it's doing here. People say Godrick sent it here as a scout, but why is Godrick concerned with Volcano Manor? Is the Scion an invention of Volcano Manor? If then ... why? So here it's just a giant pile of Tarnished, digested by the Serpent, mashed together in the Serpent's guts, and then escaped from the Serpent's wounds from the Erdtree. If it pleases you, you can imagine it moves like John Carpenter's The Thing, or closer to the Jar Innards.)
The view pans away from the soldiers, moving back across the landbridge and toward an area hidden from the soldiers by a rock formation.
Patches, Rya and Diallos are peeking above the rock formation.
They hide behind the rock formation. Patches: See? If we just wait long enough, our problems get rid of each other! Patches: By killing our other problems! Rya: A-ahhh... Diallos, nodding: Mm-hmm.
Rya: How long do we wait? Patches, relaxing: As long as we need to. Patches: There's bound to be good scavenging once they clear out.
Diallos: I'm afraid I can't wait that long. House Hoslow demands vengeance. Patches: Then go out and die.
Patches: But you better leave me in your will. After all the blood, sweat and tears I put into helping you. Rya is eating something.
Patches puts his hands on whatever Rya is eating. Patches: You intend to pay for that, right? Rya is upset.
Patches: ...I'll just put it on your tab. Patches gives up; Rya continues happily munching.
Patches holds out his letter to Volcano Manor, reflecting on it. Patches: This better be worth it. Diallos, grumpy: Do you even have aspirations, bandit?
Patches: To eat, sleep and shit all day. Patches: A man thinks too highly of himself, to have any other.
Diallos: Then why cast your lot with murderers? Patches: Everyone is! Life is choosing which murderers you associate with.
Patches: You have to take something to eat. You have to stake something to sleep. Patches: If the strongest are first at table, then I'm happy being fourth or fifth.
Diallos: Damned hyena... Patches stands up. Patches: Alright fellow, leave. Get. Move out.
Diallos: What? Patches is kicking dirt roughly in Diallos's direction. Patches: I'm tired of your grumbling and moralizing. Even my charity knows limits. Patches: If you don't like me, then don't associate with me. Move.
Diallos: Why are you so - Patches, shouting: GET OUT, BOOR!
Diallos: ... Diallos does not move. Patches: See? Patches: You dislike me, but you're too weak to go it alone. Patches: It's not about right or wrong.
Diallos: That's not... Diallos: No. Patches: Sure, sure. Patches: Fickle bastard...
Leyndell soldiers jump over the rock formation, escaping the fight. Soldier: Screw this! I didn't come back to die again! Soldier 2: This must be some sick game Morgott's playing...
They see Patches, Rya and Diallos, ready to fight them (well, except Rya, obviously). Soldier: Hey, you're Tarnished too? Soldier: What are you doing on this godforsaken mountain?
Rya: We're returning to my home, in Volcano Manor. Patches facepalms.
Soldier: That has to be better than dying in Leyndell's wars. Soldier: We'll come with.
Diallos: Do you have no sense of dignity? Why did you even join this war? Soldier: Morgott blathered about retaliating against the Serpent for attacking the Erdtree.
Soldier: I was sleeping on the street, so I figured I might as well do something. Soldier: But this is just stupid. There's no sense to any of it.
Patches: You saw a giant snake climb out of a volcano and you thought, I'm feeling brave today, let's jump it. Soldier: I thought it was just the snake!
Soldier 2: I think we can all agree some decisions look better the day you make them. Patches: Sure.
Patches: But don't get too comfortable. Patches: We're not going to babysit you all.
A bunch of deserters have gathered around Patches. Patches sighs.
A deserter holds a Gold-Pickled Fowl Foot. Deserter: Meat! Patches: That's not yours!
Another deserter holds a Stonesword Key. Another deserter: What's this? Patches: Don't touch that!
Another deserter, to Diallos: And you defeated five people that day? Diallos: Aye. For the tale of House Hoslow is told in blood. Patches is clearly annoyed.
Patches: I forgot that the Tarnished are the dregs of the world...
Patches hears creaking nearby. Patches: Hmm?
Patches looks up at the rock formation. Patches: Who is it now?
An Abductor Virgin hovers on the rock formation. (How did it get up there? Don't ask.)
The Abductor launches a scythe through a Tarnished, cutting them in half. Rya: Hey!
The Tarnished flee. Rya: That's one of my lord's machines!
Rya walks up to the Abductor Virgin, which ignores her and continues slaughtering Tarnished. Rya: Can you take me home, madam? Patches: Oh I would love it if it just swallowed her up!
Patches flees.
The Abductor Virgin, seeking him out, rams into him. He falls over.
The doors of the Virgin swing open; Patches sees the "digested" Tarnished reach out for him.
A jet of fire engulfs the Abductor Virgin.
Patches looks away from the blazing Virgin.
It's the Prophet; Hyetta is right next to him.
Flame engulfs the Prophet's gauntlet which, we recall, is the Tree Sentinel Gauntlet. As the fire originates from the warmth of his flesh, the fire spills out of the gaps in the armor.
The Prophet sprays more fire on the Virgin.
The Virgin sees the glint of gold in the Prophet's eyes.
The Virgin charges at the Prophet.
With both hands, the Prophet intensifies the fire, blowing the Virgin back.
The fire fans towards the rest of the area, reaching the other Tarnished. Patches: Watch it!!
The Virgin, melting slightly, swings a scythe at the Prophet.
The Prophet tries to duck.
Unused to the weight of the armor, he misjudges the jump completely; in the parlance of the game he "fat-rolls".
The scythe strikes him; the blade does not cut through the well-wrought armor, but it knocks him aside.
The Virgin opens its hatches, attempting to consume (abduct) the Prophet.
The hands of its victims grab at the Prophet.
The Prophet puts his hands on the arms of the victims, trying to pull himself back.
The faces of the mangled, despairing, and half-alive souls inside of the Abductor Virgin look upon the Prophet, desperate for the warmth of gold once more.
The Prophet looks at them with pity.
His hands blaze hot with fire.
The Prophet sets the innards of the Virgin ablaze. The victims moan in pain (considering they're half-dead, they don't feel much in the way of mortality).
Furious, the Prophet pours in more fire, causing the metal of the Virgin to swell and expand.
Like a volcano, the head of the Abductor explodes; the corpses are thrown out, as well. The Prophet protects his eyes.
The bodies lay on the ground, on fire.
They then return to dust, finally allowed their proper death.
Melina examines the wreckage of the Abductor Virgin. Melina: Using the conjoined fate of the Tarnished to seek out others... Melina: Clever. Melina: And horrific. The Prophet approaches Patches.
Patches: Hey hey hey. Patches is backing away. Patches: We're just minding our business here. Not blaspheming against the Erdtree. At all.
The Prophet puts his hands on his helmet.
He takes it off. Patches: Oh. Patches: It's you. Patches: You.
Patches, in his famous crouch: Well, better you than a million other people I've met in my lifetime. He picks his nose.
Hyetta: I smell them... The grapes. The Prophet puts his helm back on.
The Prophet summons Torrent. They make to get on. Patches whistles, clearly impressed with the magic ring.
Patches: Wait wait wait. Patches: You're scaling this bloody mountain too? Patches: What's a goody two-shoes like you going up for?
Prophet: ... Hyetta: I see it... Visions of my fate, up this mountain. Hyetta: This person is helping me.
Patches: An altruist to the end, huh... Patches: We're going with you.
Patches: Else we'll all die, right? Prophet: ...
He releases Torrent. Patches: Hum.
Patches: Have you just been blending in with Leyndell's men? The Prophet nods.
Patches: Are they still fighting it out there? The Prophet shakes his head.
Patches: Do you think it's safe to move on? The Prophet nods. Patches is scavenging the bodies of the dead Tarnished.
Patches: I don't know whether I should be annoyed or jubilant at the lack of detail... He is removing the clothes of some.
The Tarnished climb over the rock formation. Notably, Patches and Rya are wearing the Leyndell soldiers' uniforms, in order to blend in; Diallos is not, out of dignity. (Diallos is such a weirdo no one finds him threatening anyway.)
They look across the landbridge; the soldiers have slain the mass of flesh and are climbing the ladder. The Tarnished give half-hearted salutes to the line of Leyndell soldiers, who really don't care and continue marching.
The Tarnished pass the deceased mass of flesh and begin climbing the ladder; Rya and Hyetta, of course, climb rather uneasily, not really being "warriors", whatever that means.
The Tarnished reach the top, hiding themselves among the Leyndell soldiers. The soldiers are now ascending either of the two ladders on this plateau.
Pots full of lava are thrown at the ascending soldiers, knocking them off. (They really seem to never learn.)
Shadows sweep over the soldiers.
Avionette Soldiers sweep through the sky, winding through the soldiers' shields and cutting through them with their scythes.
Marionette Soldiers with spears and swords rush at the flanks of the Leyndell soldiers. Marionette archers fire arrows rapidly at the soldiers too.
More pots are thrown at the soldiers.
The Prophet raises his hand, crackling with flame.
Patches swats his hand down. Patches: Are you nuts?! Patches: Take the chance to climb!
The Tarnished run past the ranks of the fighters and run to the leftmost ladder.
They begin to climb.
An Avionette Soldier swoops in to attack the climbing Hyetta.
The Prophet throws a fireball at it.
The Avionette Soldier falls, burning.
The Prophet gets to the top. Melina is awaiting him. Melina: Hmm. Someone has displaced a Tarnished's soul into a puppet's body. Melina: How grotesque.
The Tarnished hear a rustling nearby. Voice, offscreen: Ahh...
A Nomadic Merchant crawls out of their sleeping bag. Merchant: A customer... Merchant: Right this way... yes, right this way.
Patches: What are you doing here, in the midst of death and destruction? Patches: There's a war going on, sir!
The Merchant looks left.
The Merchant looks right.
Merchant: ...It stopped?
Patches: ...Fair point. Patches crouches.
Patches: You sell things? Patches: How about...this...for that... Melina: And then there are those who are supposed to shrivel unto eternity.
Melina: It's a sad life, when the soul is at odds with the body.
Merchant: Th-thank you... Patches: Thank you, sir. Patches: What's up there?
Merchant: Ah. Merchant: Don't go up there.
Merchant: Something bad's up there. Patches: What is it?
Merchant: ...Something. Patches: Bah. Patches waves his hand dismissively.
The Tarnished climb up the next ladder.
They reach the top of the ladder.
They see Leyndell Soldiers wandering aimlessly on this plateau. Patches: They're up here too? How...
A closer view of the Leyndell Soldiers. They act very differently from the ones we've seen up to this point; they don't seem to walk with purpose, they seem shaky, and their armor is very dirty. Their skin seems scorched by the sun and their features are harrowed. Some of them have serious wounds, but it is not their fate to die yet. Patches: Wait... There's something off with this lot...
The Leyndell Soldiers look back at them. Their eyes are melting in their sockets; a bright yellow flame burns in their eyes.
Patches brings his towershield up. Patches: Um.
Melina: Oh. Melina: Oh. The Prophet seems shaken; he has an idea what this is.
The Prophet's hand crackles with flame. Hyetta: Wait!
Hyetta: I hear them. Hyetta: They are crying for me.
The Soldiers approach Hyetta, their eyes burning and hostile.
They kneel before Hyetta.
Their hands, shaking and thin, quiver toward their eyes.
Their fingers touch their burning pupils.
The fingers dig deeper, reaching the back of the eyes.
They pull the eyes out, with no pain whatsoever. The eyes are not solid; they are in a melted, squishy state.
Hyetta kneels before them.
They deposit their eyes into Hyetta's hands.
Hyetta picks one up.
She eats it.
Diallos: By Marika... Patches: Lass, that's disgusting. Rya is piqued; her diet is not that far off.
As Hyetta eats the grapes one by one, the soldiers stroke Hyetta's eyes.
They then die one by one.
All of the maddened soldiers are now deceased.
Hyetta: I see it. Hyetta: The distant light, once more.
Hyetta trembles, trying to stand up. A hand rests on her head; her brow throbs. Hyetta: Ohhh...
The Prophet helps her up. Hyetta: Thank you.
Hyetta: Those grapes... Hyetta: Delectably tender and sweet, yet searing...
Hyetta: I wonder what they could be? Patches: Miss -
The Prophet waves him off. I guess he doesn't want to hurt Hyetta's feelings. Does this make no sense? Yes, but I myself am not a prophet who has seen an apocalyptic vision of the future and believes fanatically in a distant warrior goddess.
Melina watches this whole scene with a sense of foreboding.
The Tarnished continue, crossing a bridge to the Ninth Campsite.
Patches points out another ladder. Patches: More climbing... Patches: Well, what else would one do on a mountain...
The Prophet holds Hyetta's hand, as they prepare for the physical activity of climbing again. (I don't think they're romantically involved, I think the Prophet feels bad for her, in his weird logic.)
The Tarnished climb.
They reach the peak of the mountain, which is the crater of a falling star. In the middle of the hole which shines with some kind of dust (?), they see an unusually shaped obsidian rock. The Tarnished ignore it; they are not geologists, and so don't find any of this unusual, relative to the rest of the Lands Between. They, instead, see the spires in the distance. Patches: Wait. Patches: Those are towers.
The Tarnished reach the opposite edge of the crater, beholding the immense Volcano Manor (which, I realize now, desite its size, we don't really navigate through in the entire game; this is in comparison to Anor Londo where you at least navigate through some maze-like corridors). Patches whistles. Patches, to Rya: You live here? Rya: Yes! Thank you, brave Tarnished!
Diallos: Then, this is the site of my revenge! Diallos brandishes his whip, waving it vaguely and angrily. The Prophet notices the stone stirring in the background.
The obsidian rock unrolls.
The rock is revealed to be a four-legged creature, with pincers for a mouth and a tail; it uncoils itself from its sleep. It has a single, oval-shaped cerulean eye in the center of its head. This is the Fallingstar Beast.
The Prophet immediately acts, setting the Beast ablaze.
The Beast tries to charge forward against the Prophet, but the flames are too strong and it is being pushed backward. Its stony / metallic skin begins to melt.
A purple energy is emitted from the Beast's jaws.
The Beast shoots a beam of gravitational energy, deflecting the Prophet's flames away; they spray the breadth of the crater. (Does fire have mass? I assume so, but let's just story-handwave this.)
The other Tarnished duck, trying to get out of the way of the fire.
The Prophet, a proponent of "If it ain't broke, don't fix it", continues issuing fire.
Patches, yelling: You trying to cook us?!
The flames grow hotter and hotter; the clash between the Prophet and the Beast intensifies.
The Beast fails, unable to emit any more energy; it is consumed by the flames.
The Beast is pushed further back, to the edge of the crater.
It falls over, descending the peak of the mountain. (I think this is the mountain's highest point. You, the player, can't climb anywhere higher.)
The Beast falls - guess! - in the midst of the Leyndell soldiers, who have successfully climbed this far up. Some are mid-climb.
The Beast tries to gather itself up. Soldier: Oh hell.
The Prophet pants. The other Tarnished gather around him. Patches, angrily: You don't have any concern for other people?! Diallos: Goodness - it's hot. Rya, as always, is just happy to be around, and frankly it's not much hotter than she is used to. Or, if it's funnier to you, just imagine Rya being slightly uncomfortable, because it is hotter than she is used to. I personally think it's funnier if she's consistently nonchalant.
Melina: ... Melina: It was a bit much.
Prophet: ...
The Prophet bows, asking for forgiveness.
Patches grapples with the Prophet's helm. Patches: You think you can ask for forgiveness just like that?!
The Prophet's helm is hot; Patches reacts in pain. Patches: Hot! You're hot! The rest take the Prophet's apology, and move on.
They walk down the rock formation to the west.
Rya and Diallos look down. Diallos: How do we get down...?
The Prophet and Hyetta, on Torrent, jump over their heads. Rya: Ah.
They land on the lower rock formation. Patches: How rude!
The other Tarnished find their way down the rock formation (don't ask how; they're the comedy trio, allow them the wins I scantily give them). They traverse down.
They see the hanging bodies of Tarnished and trolls along the path to Volcano Manor.
The hands of one of the trolls move, connoting it is still alive, even after all of these centuries. Patches: Yuck. Rya is waving hi to it.
The Prophet is facing Volcano Manor, in all its opulence.
The other Tarnished follow close by. Patches: Looks better from the front than by the side. Patches: How are we barnstorming this?
Fire issues out of the Prophet's hands. Patches: Woah! Patches: What are you doing?!
The Prophet is coming closer and closer; more and more fire pours from the Prophet's hands, more than was seen against Makar or the Fallingstar Beast. In fact, the fire seems to swallow the entire manor.
A close-up of the Prophet's helm. You can't see his face, the view implies the intensity and passion of his goal.
Melina: ... Melina: You hate the blasphemers of the Erdtree, that much?
Diallos, offscreen: Burn it! Burn those murderers down! The doors to the manor creak open.
A Crucible Knight pushes the door open. Someone is following close by them.
A full view of Tanith, Volcano Manor Proprietress. Tanith: ... Tanith: How precocious. Tanith: And not unlike another guest we had long ago.
Tanith's hand is full of rings. She raises one finger to the sky. Tanith: "Bernahl. We have an unwelcomed guest at the manor. Tanith: "We are fine. But come in case."
Tanith, addressing the Prophet: Welcome, guest. To my lord's Volcano Manor. Tanith: I am the manor's official hostess, Tanith. I was instructed to deny no one. Tanith: I welcome you warmly.
Tanith: And if, in spite of my courtesy, you continue to assail the manor, I only have one request: Tanith: set it down to ash. Destroy it absolutely. Tanith: Anything less is unworthy of the Manor's honor.
Tanith: But that depends on if. Tanith: Try your best, valiant knight.
The Prophet struggles with his faith; not enough fire is coming out.
An inferno rages from the Prophet's hands.
The winds become furious and reddened; the sky takes on a red hue.
The Crucible Knight tries to push Tanith back, but she refuses. The wind blows the fabric of her clothes backwards. Tanith: Nay, don't worry about me. I'm fine.
The flames flicker higher and higher, toward the spires of the Manor.
The Recusants arrive, via serpent; I'm not sure where they would arrive. The front of the manor makes the most sense, but that may be on fire. Bernahl: Tanith. Tanith: Bernahl, our champion.
Ghiza: ... Ghiza: It's hot. Tanith: All of you, stand back, for now.
Ghiza: Who is so blustery to think they can set a manor built on a volcano on fire?
The fire intensifies, whipping higher and higher and consuming the spires of the Manor. Ghiza gulps.
The Prophet struggles even more; the gold of his gauntlets begins to melt.
Naked feet stumble on the grounds around the Manor.
A vision of Marika, gigantic, looms over the Manor. She stands over the Prophet, watching his endeavors. She points to the Manor in an arch manner. Her face, of course, is disguised. Marika: My son, Marika: come out of your despair, and set the recusants ablaze. Marika: Humble them, unto my power. Marika: Let your belief in the Erdtree guide you true.
Marika: But if you cannot... Marika: Humble yourself, and admit your powerlessness.
Tanith steps forward, into the inferno. Ghiza: Tanith. Bernahl: ...
Ash dirties Tanith's mask and dress; her hands begin to chafe with blisters from the heat and winds. Tanith: BURN IT! Tanith: BY FAITH AND FAITH ALONE, RENDER IT ALL TO ASH!
The Manor is now set ablaze; fire devours its body.
The Prophet collapses; the gold on his gauntlets have completely fused with the flesh of his hands. The manor, however, is set on fire.
The wind picks up.
As if it were nothing, the wind dispels the fires of the manor; the manor still stands tall.
Tanith, in the silence, walks towards the Prophet.
She extends her hand to the Prophet. Tanith: Join the Volcano Manor, mighty knight, and fight with us. Tanith: Rise with us, against the Erdtree.
The Prophet trembles; he is trying to raise an arm, to slap Tanith's hand away. The Crucible Knight comes, attending Tanith.
The Prophet looks up, defiant.
He sees the Crucible Knight standing over Tanith's shoulder. By the other shoulder, he sees Marika.
He turns his face toward the ground; tears fall down.
Melina gazes at the crestfallen Prophet. Melina: Mother... Melina: How could you be so cruel, to ask...?
He raises a burned, melted hand up.
Tanith wraps her hand on one of its fingers; her hand, in consequence, is completely scorched by the burning gold. Tanith: Very well. Tanith: Now you belong to the Volcano Manor family.
The Recusants start clapping. It's not clear whether they're mocking or actually congratulating the Prophet. Ghiza: Great to have another warrior. Ghiza: Especially one with chairs missing.
Ghiza: What a scene, but... Ghiza: it's a shame we lost the shardbearers for this.
Bernahl: ... Bernahl can see slightly where the Prophet's future will lead him.
Tanith helps the Prophet up. In the process, she burns and smudges her clothing.
The rest of the Recusants make to leave.
Diallos, his heart pounding, his eyes bulging out of his head, sees the Recusants leaving.
Diallos: WAIT!
The Recusants stop; Tanith watches.
Diallos: I - I...
Diallos brandishes his whip and assumes a stance. Diallos: I, Diallos, of House Hoslow, have been offended by thee, thou wretched recusants! Diallos: You have slain my precious Lanya! I will not let the indignity go! Diallos: For the tale of House Hoslow, is told in blood!
Tanith: ... Tanith, addressing the recusants: Have any of you killed a "Lanya" recently?
Henricus comes forward, raising his hand. Henricus: I have, madame. She got in my way, in an assassination.
Tanith, to Diallos: Good sir, your truck is with him. Tanith: As by the rules of our covenant, anyone is free to duel with our knights. 'Tis the path we chose.
Tanith: But...let me ask you this: Tanith: What do you want to do, with your rebirth?
Tanith: What did your Lanya want to do? Tanith: Did she want to explore? Adventure? Or, simply, live a happier life than before?
Tanith: And yet, if she ... hadn't encountered us, would your happy life go long? Tanith: At the end of all time?
Tanith: Why accept the burden of grace, or be fooled by the dogmatic ramblings of the Fingers? Tanith: Isn't the only choice to fight, and defy the scheme of our reincarnation?
Tanith: What is your name? Diallos: D-Diallos. Tanith: Diallos. A handsome name.
Tanith: Diallos, open your eyes: Tanith: There was never any hope. We were given unto despair.
Tanith: We were asked bravery and strength upon our rebirth, Tanith: because the Erdtree delights in seeing us suffer.
Tanith: Diallos. I will not tell you to set aside vengeance. Tanith: You can duel anyone you like.
Tanith: But true champions are oft forced to walk a tainted path. Tanith: Dont you, too, see what the greater good is?
Diallos is speechless. Rya, nodding: That makes sense.
Diallos's face falls down.
Diallos shows Tanith Rya's letter of introduction. Diallos: I was given this.
Tanith: Ah! Rya found you worthy? Then I redouble my exhortations to join.
The Prophet also shows his invitation. Tanith: Heh. A moralist through and through.
Rya runs toward Tanith. Rya: Lady Tanith! Tanith: Rya! How was your venture?
They embrace. Rya: Uhh... Rya points to the Tarnished she has recruited. Tanith: I see.
Rya: My lady, you have scars... Tanith: Oh, what are a few more?
Patches watches this mawkish scene in disbelief.
Patches: Oh, for goodness sake... He follows the other Tarnished, as an invitee to the Manor.
They enter the doors of the Volcano Manor.
The doors swing closed.