Blaidd's Quest- Part 4 (Patreon)

The might and strength Blaidd has brought to bear has made him victorious, and the new Elden Lord! Thanks for sticking around to the end, everyone- enjoy!

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It had been a battle for the ages. Half-Wolf Blaidd, a creation born of the machinations of the Golden Order, who was never supposed to choose a path for himself, had conquered the Erdtree, and slain its last protector, the Elden Beast. The creature had been a worthy foe- a monstrous being, terrible in its beauty, made of stars and light and darkness, it possessed magic unlike anything Blaidd had seen- but then, nothing in the Lands Between since Godfrey had Blaidd's strength- and he smirked, thinking even Godfrey might not be a match for him anymore. He wrestled the Elden Beast into submission, and his body, as large and sturdy as a fortress, withstood all of the beast's attacks. The powers of hundreds of runes surged through his body, empowering him with more raw strength than he could test against any foe.

And now, that brought him to where he was now. Blaidd was now the Elden Lord; and it was he who sat on the Elden Throne. He didn't mean to claim it, at least, not right away- but after his fight with the Elden Beast, he needed to rest- the magnificently sized Elden Throne was merely the only thing big enough nearby to accommodate his titanic size. Even then, as he leaned against it, his sprawling landmass of a back alone spilled out over the sides of the throne. His wing-like lats mashed against his arms, anvil-sized triceps grinding back against them. Every scrap of armor he once wore was now gone- but when his thickly roped muscles were as hard as stone, it seemed redundant. His boulder-like biceps alone, larger than his head, had protected him better lately than a breastplate- all he had to do was raise his arm and flex, and arrows, weapons, even magic scattered against the iron he had forged in his gigantic body. The earth shook when he settled into the throne, and the stone had cracked where he had trod, thanks to the enormous pillar-like legs. He would be able to shake the entire earth, by virtue of the strength surging through every bit of him.

That thought made his enormous canyon of a chest swell with pride, casting the swollen, brick-like abs in shadow. He dared a toothy grin- all this power, all this strength, meant he was finally free to make his own decisions- and so was Ranni. That alone made it worth it- but, being the Elden Lord, well. He had some ideas for the Lands Between, and, as he contemplated his strength once more, flexing his gigantic arm, he couldn't wait to get started.