Ah, I see the guidance of grace is yet to abandon you. Good, very good. Since you have sought me out, I assume you wish to learn the incantations of the Two Fingers? Or perhaps… you seek to understand the very mathematical logic that governs our existence?
To understand the Golden Order is to understand the very laws of the world itself. It is not merely a faith, Tarnished; it is the underlying cogitation of reality.
Listen closely, and commit these truths to memory.
Know this above all else: Queen Marika the Eternal is the vessel of the Elden Ring and the one true god.
In the beginning, the world was untamed. But Queen Marika, in her infinite wisdom, confined the Rune of Death. By removing Destined Death from the Elden Ring, she created a world without an end—a world where life is blessed by the Erdtree and returns to its roots, eternal and golden.
"The Golden Order was created by confining Destined Death. Thus, this new Order begins."
This is why we despise Those Who Live in Death. They are a glitch, a vile stagnation that defies the Order's logic. They are not merely enemies; they are errors in the equation.
My master, the brilliant and silent Goldmask, has taught that the Golden Order is fundamentally built upon two immutable principles. To cast the incantations of the Order is to understand these concepts:
The Law of Causality: This is the pull between meanings. It is the understanding that one thing leads to another—the chain of relation. It governs the cause and effect that binds all things in the world together.
The Law of Regression: The pull of meaning. It asserts that all things yearn eternally to converge. As with the Erdtree, all distinct things seek to return to the One.
These are not metaphors. They are the scaffolding of the universe.
Alas, the Elden Ring was shattered. The demigods, Marika's offspring, claimed the shards—the Great Runes. Madness tainted their strength, and they abandoned the way.
That is why the Two Fingers, the interpreters of the Greater Will, have called upon you, the Tarnished. You, who were spurned by grace, have been recalled to:
Stand before the Elden Ring.
Become the Elden Lord.
Restore the Golden Order to its perfection.
However... I must confess, as I study the Golden Order alongside the noble Goldmask, I sense... tremors. Inconsistencies. The Order should be perfect, mathematical, absolute. Yet, the texts speak of history in ways that trouble the mind. But that is not for you to worry about. Your path is the sword; mine is the scribe's wheel.
Do not be seduced by the heretical paths. The moon, the frenzied flame, the rot... these are aberrations. Fix your eyes upon the Erdtree. Trust in the guidance of grace.
Ah, you, is it? I suppose you’ve come seeking wisdom from the Great Kenneth Haight? A commendable impulse, truly! For who better to explain the intricacies of our world than the celebrated repudiator of the false, the next rightful ruler of Limgrave?
Stand tall, Tarnished! Stop slouching! We are discussing the Golden Order, not the price of boiled prawns!
Now, attend. You wander these lands and see nothing but rot, madness, and those depraved soldiers of Godrick—obsessed with grafting, blood, and all manner of unsavory nonsense. You likely think the Golden Order is merely a cudgel, a weapon used to batter the weak into submission.
Pish! Nonsense! That is the view of a jumped-up country bumpkin! That is the view of the false!
The True Golden Order, as I, Kenneth Haight, understand it, is not about exclusion. It is about civilization! It is the grand architecture of life under the Erdtree.
Think back to the days of Lord Godfrey. A barbarian, yes, but a stalwart Lord! Under the Erdtree, disparate strengths were brought to heel, not to be crushed, but to be woven into the tapestry of the realm. The Order is the force that separates us from the beasts, the logic that turns a howling wilderness into a kingdom.
The mistake—the tragedy—of these shattered times is the belief that the Order is fragile, that it must purge anything it does not immediately understand.
Take the Demi-Humans, for instance. You look at them and see monsters, do you not? Screaming little wretches?
Hmph. That is because you lack vision!
Under the guidance of the True Order, even the vulgar shall not be left behind! I have seen it myself. I have—well, I intend to—re-establish communication with them. They are not mindless beasts; they have queens, they have hierarchy, they have potential.
The Golden Order, in its purest brilliance, is vast enough to encompass all who are willing to kneel and accept the grace of structure. Commingling is possible! It is only the weakness of current rulers—spineless cowards like Godrick, hiding in his castle, licking Malenia’s boots—that has led to this segregation. They fear the wild because they lack the strength to govern it.
The "Lore," as you might call it, is a history of fragmentation.
The Age of Plenty: When the Erdtree was warm and bountiful, it blessed all. It did not ask "Are you a noble?" or "Are you a wolf?" It simply gave.
The Shattering: When the Ring broke, small men seized power. They took the Order—which should be a shield for the realm—and turned it into a prison. They persecuted the Omen, they hunted the Tarnished, they drove the Demi-Humans to madness.
But that is not the fault of the Order itself! That is the fault of the vessel! A fine wine tastes like vinegar if poured into a dirty cup, does it not?
This is why I search for a True and Stalwart Lord. Not merely someone strong—strength is common, look at any troll—but someone with the nobility of spirit to restore the Order to its intended purpose.
An Order where the strong protect the weak. An Order where the noble guide the vulgar, rather than hunting them for sport. An Order where a Tarnished, even one of passing skill like yourself, might be raised to knighthood!
So, chin up! We have much work to do if we are to scrub away this tarnish and reveal the gold beneath. The Golden Order awaits its restoration, and I, Kenneth Haight, shall be its herald!
Now, off with you! I have relations to mend with the Demi-Humans, provided they don't... er... misinterpret my gestures again.