Hello there!

Finished Elden ring, and I was left with the feeling of wanting more. Then I though, "Hey, if I'm going to sit here doing nothing, I might as well make my own content to enjoy." Things just kind of picked up from there.

Feel free to point out any grammatical mistakes, or if I got any details or lore from either franchise wrong. Pointing those out with some supporting references would be nice to fix any future issues. On that same note, neither Fate/Zero nor Elden ring belong to me, this is just a fan-fiction. I might also be cross posting this on ff.net under the same name (Ultimate Box) or on AO3 as (Cloudless_Night).

With all that said, Enjoy!

"Yo" : Actual Dialogue

'Hmm' : Thoughts

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Flashes of a gargantuan arena standing proudly in the heart of a storm beyond time rose to the surface of her mind. In the background, lightning flashed across a sea of fog like writhing serpents, but Ivolethe ignored all of it. The entirety of her attention was focused on the spiraling needle of unalloyed gold that pierced her hand. It was her last attempt at divesting herself of the foul taint of the Frenzied Flame.

Memories went soaring by, impressions of joy, concern, fear, anger… regret.

The memories of her falling out with her longtime friend Melina, was still a sore wound in her mind. But that was why she was here, wasn’t she? There was no need for conflict between the two of them, Ivolethe had resolved to never allow the Frenzied flame to control her. Miquella’s needle would make sure of that. She could feel it already, the denial of fate, the accursed brand on her back being unmade… Unfortunately, she realized too late that the needle pierced the very same hand that hosted the bloody finger.

The same bloody finger that served as a medium to carry out Mogh’s tantrum against the golden order. The pale, bloodless ring finger paled further as blood flowed and the bloody fingernail at the helm gleamed an eerie, unworldly red.

-Blood danced along its edges.-

Then came the familiar wave of its activation, along with the feeling of existing in two places at once. Normally this would allow her to invade another world, seeking out another Tarnished who had set off on the same journey she had. Only this time, instead of feeling out for a concrete destination, there was only an unsettling grasping towards an impossible goal in an infinite void.

It happened too fast for her to react : there was a flash of white, a kaleidoscope of colors, of possibility and uncertainty alike where once there was only a screen of uniform gold… It was at this point that she brought her other arm around, the finger severer blade clutched tightly in her white knuckled grip. And then the blade descended, intent on severing the connection towards whatever was dragging her away in an attempt to stop- whatever this was. But no, there was no connection present for the blade to cut. The overlapping sensation she felt when she traveled to the worlds of other Tarnished or when she herself was invaded, was absent. On the other hand there was something there dragging her away still, but she couldn’t tell what it was. Before her mind could finish making sense of the utter contradictory mess she was experiencing, the blade cut the only thing it could find in her blind desperation; The connection to her own world, much to her horrified confusion.

Then there was nothing, nothing but the void of infinity as she drifted towards a place where the Greater will, and by extension the frenzied flame, could never reach her…

It was at that moment that the sheer horror of it all finally set in. The realization that she had permanently evicted herself from her own world, and that there was no going back. A complex cocktail of emotions assaulted her mind, of depression, anger, self loathing, a vast feeling of uncertainty at a promised destiny being left unfulfilled… It all came crashing down on her.

Everything that happened after that was a blur, all Ivolethe remembered was her confused senses finally grabbing hold of something oddly similar to a summoning sign. And as odd and different as it was, she still answered. What else was she supposed to do? All she had to do was fit herself into one of several templates that was required per the rules of this world, and she was free to invite herself into whatever this was.

Did she want to do it though? It all stank of a ritual and she wanted no part of it, especially after the mess she had just gone through. On the other hand, did she really have any choice in the matter? She had no idea how she survived so far in this strange void between worlds and she had no wish to test how long her luck would last… It was better to just answer this summoning and see where it would land her. She could decide on a course of action from there.

Ivolethe grabbed the thread of magic with her mind and answered the call. A wave of blue energy washed over her as the void receded and reality faded into existence. The blue light increased in intensity until she was suddenly blinded by a flash of white. Reality lurched, and she felt herself land on solid ground, the wood creaking under her feet. She blinked the spots away from her eyes until they could adjust to the lower light of her surroundings.

The smell hit her first. The familiar, unmistakable metallic smell of blood assaulted her nose. This was quickly confirmed when her eyes finally adjusted to the light and zeroed in on the two bodies lying on the couch, lifeless and bleeding. She herself was standing inside some form of a ritual circle and she concluded that it was made with blood taken from the very same corpses she just observed.

“What a waste of life…” She muttered. They were dead, and it was a strange thing, understanding that. Seeing true death was something that once felt alien to her. Having spent so long in a land that was essentially eternal, it was only natural she would be uncomfortable with it. She could understand and accept it, but it didn’t mean she had to like it. Ivolethe supposed she could see where Queen Marika was coming from. Removing the Rune of Death might have been a good idea after all, or at least in part.

“Mmmph!” A muffled cry interrupted her thoughts as her eyes suddenly darted towards the bound and gagged figure lying nearby. She took in the features of the young prepubescent boy and her mind ground to a halt.

“A child!” She gasped. How long has it been since she’d seen a genuinely young child? Not those abominations birthed by Rennala’s amber egg, but a true human infant? Decades perhaps, the last time she saw one was in the badlands and it was… She shook her head. Her mind refocused back on the child in wonder. Should she help him up?

She was about to unbind the child and help him up but then she noticed it. His bruises, the scrapes and scratches littering his bound hands. How his little feet kicked against the ground, trying desperately to escape her. Then she took in his face, the mouth bound shut and tears running down his cheeks with eyes wild with terror and desperation. She couldn’t place the reason for his distress, until she realized that the dead couple she spotted earlier must have been his parents.

“Well, Shit.”

'The uncomfortable feeling in her chest grew worse. What is this feeling?' She thought.

Her eyes finally fell upon the final figure standing in the dimly lit room. It was a young man, perhaps in his late teens? Early twenties? She wasn’t sure, her capacity to determine age was shot to hell anyways. She didn’t care either way, but she noticed his red hair and his clothes. The hair, because it clashed with his facial features which she had associated with the people of the Land of Reeds. The clothes because they were far too simple for something that looked so well made. Then again, she wasn’t one to judge, having abused the rune of rebirth to tweak her appearance and having committed far too many atrocities against fashion to complain about someone else’s choices.

However, the most damning thing about him was how he was barefoot, and balancing himself on one feet while using the other to draw the summoning circle with the blood of his victims.

It seemed he noticed her attention on him, because he straightened up.

“Um… How do I do this again?” He muttered in a low voice, then asked “Are you a demon?”

She blinked. “What?” She voiced, confused.

“Yeah, so I’ve been trying to summon a demon, y'know? To see if this thing works.” He shook a book that had a faint trace of magic in it, but seemed to be an otherwise ordinary journal. The bit about demons were also concerning. Wasn’t the summoning supposed to bring forth something called a ‘servant’? She recalled the information that was fed into her mind at her summoning to see- yeah, the 'grail' says seven servants. There wasn't anything about demons mentioned here, so what was he talking about?

‘Is he delusional?‘

‘I’ll look into that later’ she thought and refocused on the man.

“So you’re the one who summoned me? Who might you be?” I asked.

“Oh! I’m Uryu Ryunosuke! I’m Currently working odd jobs, my hobby is murder of all varieties. I like kids and little girls.” Well, that was the fastest admission of guilt she had ever heard of.

‘So this is the utter bastard that roughed up kid and murdered his parents… Well, let’s see what I should do with you now, hmm?’ She thought as her mind ran across his words again. She didn’t like how he said the last part at all. Not. One. Bit.

“Hey, demons like sacrifices right?” The bastard continued. “Wanna eat this kid?” He asked as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Her mind went blank, but something started to well up in her chest. What was this feeling again?

“…Sure” She ground out. “Why don’t you bring him out of the corner. Set up the table, yeah?”

Ah…It was rage.

“Umu” He affirmed, nodding his head, before turning and started to march towards the kid.

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He didn’t manage to take more than a single step before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Then his entire body jolted as if someone ran a spear through his torso. Ryunosuke blinked before looking down, only to find a long blade jutting out of his chest, right next to where his heart was supposed to be at. Blood pooled around the blade and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“So cool-” He barely had any time to finish as Ivolethe drew the blade back a bit, creating some space. Then she placed a foot on his back and proceeded to literally kick the bastard off the sword, both as a show of disrespect and to pry the blade clean off his body.

Ryunosuke hit the floor with a smack, and rolled to a stop a few feet away, his breathing stilled.

The child stared wide-eyed at the casual murder and started to scream and thrash under his binds as she approached.

She tried to ignore the cries the best she could as she untied him, but there was something about the cries of such a young child that bothered her deeply.

‘What is with me lately? I was barely even bothered when I cut down so many of Godrick’s men, or all those soldiers so why am I so distressed by-’ Her thoughts were interrupted again when the cries died down. She looked down at the kid and saw him staring back up at her confused, but free.

She nodded at what was most likely the door out, considering the placement.

“You see the door, kid?” He nodded. “Can you go out the door on your own? You should have some neighbors around here right? Go and tell ‘em what happened here. Can you do that for me?” She asked again and the kid nodded quickly, desperation and hope shining through his eyes.

Ivolethe moved back a bit to give the kid some space and motioned towards the door. He ran towards it, and twisted the handle. The door opened with a creak and then he was in the hallway. He stared at what was most likely the entrance for a long moment, tears streaming down his cheek. Then he ran out the door.

The door to the hallway slowly closed with a groan and the room was bathed in darkness once again, only illuminated by the flashing of the ‘television’. Ivolethe wanted to inspect the device further but she forced herself to look at the bodies once more, her nose wrinkled at the smell.

“So…” She spoke out loud, tasting the sound of her own voice. “That was…novel.” And it was, even if she could do without being mistaken for a 'demon' again.

“I have to spend some time observing what this world is like. The grail left a lot of things out, things which might be obvious to a local but I’m not from around here am I?” She mused. “Need to figure out what this ‘grail’ actually is as well, it’s not a good idea leaving things unanswered, especially when my continued existence depends on it…” She nodded, having set a goal for herself.

“Now what am I supposed to do about this mess?” She sneered at the corpse of the potential child-killer. She also glanced at the bodies of the parents as well. She sighed.

“Sorry about this kid. I don’t know how investigations work here, but I don’t want to sit around in the dungeons anytime soon.” She nodded, and then prodded at the rune housed within her soul. The specifics of a 'mortal' judiciary was beyond her and if she could help it, it would stay that way.

The beast claw seal appeared within her left hand and she willed her magic to move. She focused and as an image of the flame of ruin flashed through her mind. A spark of fire lit between her fingers. She gestured and threw the fire at the wooden floorboards and the bodies.

She gazed intently as Catch flame incantation did its work. Of all the incantations in her possession, the ‘Catch Flame’ was considered the most dangerous. Not for its destructive potential, but because it was oh so easy to pick up. ‘The flames of the fell god’ was anathema to the Erdtree but prophets occasionally manage to figure it out on their own by accident when they explore their faith. The only thing they got out of doing that, was banishment. But for one who is tarnished such as herself, it was merely a tool of convenience. It was good at lighting campfires too.

She nodded to herself, satisfied at her handiwork. Seeing that the flame would eventually consume the whole room and the ritual circle with it, she decided that there was no need to stick around any longer. She moved towards the opposite direction of the door, saw the window on the wall, and paused. She went back, unplugged the contraption depicting moving portraits, a 'Television' as it was called, and stuck it inside her Runic Inventory. “To investigate later.” She told herself. Then she promptly jumped out the window, landing on a little patch of flowers in the backyard garden.

She gazed up at the starry night sky and saw the obvious lack of an Erdtree looming overhead in the distance. Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m really far from home, aren’t I?” She asked herself. Ivolethe sighed once more, and started to move.

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it anymore. Let’s see what this world has to offer, yeah?”

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Ivolethe's Stats as a Servant :

Name : Ivolethe

Alias : Tarnished warrior spurned by the Grace of Gold

Servant Class : Foreigner

Strength : C

Endurance : B

Agility : A+

Magical Energy : C+

Luck : A

Noble Phantasm : A+ :

Class Skills : Foreigner

* Existence Outside the Domain : EX : The Tarnished warrior derives all her power from an Outer God from the far reaches of the cosmos known as the Greater Will, Even when not under its purview, the roots of her power remains the same. This is also compounded by the fact that she originated from a word that has never been associated with ‘Earth’. The logic of the world she originated from has been overwritten by the logic of the ‘Elden Ring’, referred to as the ‘Golden Order’ comprising the ‘Law of Causality’ and the ‘Law of Regression’. While similar concepts exist on Earth, the logic with which the world and the magic the Tarnished operates under has always been fundamentally different.

* Divinity : A : The Tarnished warrior is a challenger who has defeated multiple demigods and an existence that has slain a god. While she is physically a human, the Tarnished was once undying and served as the vessel to fragments of a divine power : the Great runes and various Mending runes of the Elden Ring. Here, she contains divinity equivalent to that of a Demigod. (Note that she is not a demigod herself.) No weapon or magecraft below that of A rank is capable of damaging her. This can be temporarily brought down by one rank if the Tarnished is challenged as a Duelist due to her nature as a challenger. This can be brought down further by another rank if said challenger is fundamentally a weaker existence. The Tarnished warrior is compelled to answer any such challenges.

Personal Skills :

* Battle Continuation : EX : When faced with a monster or an opponent stronger than herself, the Tarnished warrior can call upon the undying determination of ‘one who is to be the Elden Lord’ to surpass the 'threat'.

* Independent Action : A+ : The Tarnished Warrior has a long history of existing as a phantom in other worlds for extended periods of time. It is possible for the tarnished to exist indefinitely on the planet even without a master, as long as she has magical energy. The magical energy within her will not degrade over time, but will not replenish either, as long as she has an anchor designated as a ‘host of fingers’. Here, the greater grail, and the designated master serve as the ‘host’.

* Item Construction : C : The Tarnished can construct and use a wide variety of items of mystical nature, derived from her long history of crafting magical arrows and exploding jars on the fly. Linked to runic Inventory.

* Riding : C : The Tarnished can call upon the spectral steed Torrent and ride upon any terrain, even vertical ones, given there is adequate foothold to do so. While the tarnished is extremely proficient at riding horses and vehicles that can be ‘mounted’ similarly, the skill does not translate over to all vehicles. Lined to runic inventory but maintaining Torrent will continuously drain magical energy.

Noble phantasms :

* Master of arms : A : The tarnished is capable of wielding any weapon, provided that she fulfills the physical and mystical requirements to do so. She can also wield noble phantasms, but only upon the condition that she has ‘acquired’ ownership of it by defeating the previous wielder. Is linked to ‘Runic Inventory’. This is core to her Identity as the Tarnished warrior who grows stronger from each defeated opponent.

* Runic Inventory : A+ : A primary function derived from the Mending rune of the tarnished warrior, allowing the storage of the large quantity of equipment and items that the Tarnished had collected along her journey. The Tarnished also has in her possession, multiple weapons capable of killing a god, including weapons that belonged to one. (And no, the contents cannot be fired as a volley.)

* Spirit Ashes : A : Even stuck inside a foreign world that has never seen the Grace of Gold, the tarnished can still deploy her spirit ashes. However, they can only be called upon within a designated area with an excess of mana production, or a leyline and only within that area. This restriction is due to the required link between the spirit summoned and the ‘land’. There are obvious issues with this due to the undue interference of ‘Gaia’, hence the need for a specific area type. The amount of summons that can be deployed on the other hand is reliant solely on the amount of magical energy and/or vitality needed as the initial summoning cost. Linked to Runic Inventory.

I converted my own character's ER stats into the servant format, and to my surprise, it was very compatible, The only problems came with 'magical power' which I fixed by basically making it the 'Mind' stat and adding it to the average of 'Intelligence, Faith and arcane', or whichever among those three that functioned as the 'primary' scaling stat if there was only one. A bit crude but there's only one stat for it in the servant system so yeah. And the luck... I was tempted to make it 'arcane' but then I was reminded of how it was supposed to work in the Nasuverse and found that it didn't fit. But then again, I'd say EVERY tarnished would have around A rank luck with the sheer amount of stuff they discover and the amount of absolute bull they go through unscathed. If you look at it from their eyes that is.

Feel free to let me know what you think!