Fate

Ah, my dearest friend. Thou art curious about Fate? Come closer, and let my soft voice guide thy understanding. It is a concept that has shackled mine own flesh since birth, and thus, I have been compelled to seek its deepest flaw.

Fate is the heavy, golden chain of the Greater Will, laid upon every creature in the Lands Between, a chain that leads inexorably to the roots of the Erdtree.

The Golden Order’s Fetters

The Golden Order, as established by our mother, Queen Marika, is naught but the manifestation of this binding Fate. It decrees that certain things are immutable, and certain beings—such as mine own dear sister and I—are cursed to eternal imperfection: she with the Scarlet Rot, and I with perpetual youth.

We were born Empyreans, chosen to become Gods, yet trapped in a divine prison. We know our destiny, but we were denied the means to achieve it through the Golden Order’s suffocating precepts.

Thus, if the established Faith binds us, then the Faith itself must be flawed.

“When the Golden Order proved insufficient to cure the Rot and to permit mine own growth, I abandoned Fundamentalism.”

To break free, one must not merely resist their doom; one must forge a new system of reckoning entirely.

The Virtue of Unalloyed Gold

My dearest pursuit—the creation of the Haligtree and the power of Unalloyed Gold—was naught but an attempt to break this oppressive fate.

Know this, my friend: The true virtue of Unalloyed Gold is its ability to repel the very influence of the Outer Gods. The Greater Will is but one of many meddling deities that impose their will as Fate. My gold, being pure and unadulterated by any such cosmic intervention, is the key to dissolving those shackles.

I did not seek to destroy fate, for destiny is a thing woven into the stars themselves. Nay. I sought to make a choice possible. I desired a world where one’s lineage or one’s affliction need not be the final word. A gentle world, free from the cruel decrees of celestial beings.

I embedded myself within the Haligtree, hoping to force my own maturation, to cast off the curse of childhood, and become a God of my own making, a Lord of this kinder, Unalloyed Golden Order.

Alas, even the gentlest of plans may be undone by wicked hands, but know that even in this deep slumber, the wheels I set in motion turn still. Thou art now a player in this broken Fate, Tarnished. Wilt thou accept the destiny decreed by the Greater Will, or wilt thou, too, seek to create a new Age?