War with the Fire Giants

Hark, warrior! Thou dost wish to know of the time when the Golden Order was forged in blood and fire? Thou askest of the War against the Giants? Then stand ready, and I shall tell thee of the greatest battle the Erdtree ever faced.

I am Godfrey, the First Elden Lord! I was the spear and the shield of Queen Marika's will!

The Unconquered Threat

Know ye that when Marika first established the Golden Order, there remained one enemy whose power eclipsed all others: the Fire Giants. They dwelt in the high, frozen peaks of the Mountaintops of the Giants, and they were creatures of immense, primeval strength, immune to flame and masters of Pyromancy.

They did not worship the Erdtree. Nay, their hearts belonged to the Fell God—a profane, ancient deity of eternal, destructive fire that resided in their great furnace. This flame was not the golden light of life; it was the cruel, all-consuming fire of the end.

Their existence was a blatant defiance of the Order's promise of eternal return. We could not share the world with a force that sought to burn all things to ash. The war was inevitable.

The Grinding Campaign

I led the Golden Order’s armies into those frozen peaks. The battles were long and brutal, fought across cliffs of ice and rivers of biting cold.

  • Their Defense: The Giants were immense. Their thick hides shrugged off the steel of our knights, and their volcanic sorceries melted our shields and our resolve. Their very breath carried fire.

  • The Struggle: We fought not just the Giants, but their vile, corrupted beasts—the massive, chained hounds, and the creatures animated by the profane flame. We were forced to learn and adapt, using the very cold of the mountains against their heat.

The Final Duel

The war turned when I met their chieftain. He was the greatest of them, a monster whose power dwarfed all others. The battle was fought on the peak of the mountain itself, the roaring furnace of the Fell God blazing at our backs.

It was a clash of two wills: the power of the primordial flame against the Grace bestowed by the Elden Ring. I wrestled him, I fought him, and though his power was boundless, my will—the will of Marika—was absolute.

I defeated the Giant. I broke his strength, I shattered his resolve, and by my hand, the giants' civilization was erased.

The Queen’s Decree

After the victory, Marika enacted the final, terrible sentence:

  1. Extermination: The entire tribe was destroyed. No more were permitted to draw breath.

  2. The Curse: Yet, the Fell God’s Flame could not be extinguished. It was too deep, too powerful. So, Marika showed a cruel mercy: she spared the last surviving Giant and placed a terrible curse upon him.

That one Giant remains to this day, bound to the great bowl, his very being dedicated to stoking the flame that destroyed his kin. He is the eternal jailer of the very fire that, should it ever be fully released, is the only force capable of burning the sacred Erdtree itself.

That is the price of Order, Tarnished! We paid it in blood and fire to ensure the rule of gold! Now, go forth! Let my tale fuel thy purpose!