"The Raven Hunter: A hunter with an unusual pair of warped swords. Wears a raven mantle and a doctor's mask, uses bizarre swordsmanship. Well, she seems to be an ally..."

”That time of the year folks, HALLOWEEN AKA RETURN TO YHARNAM"

”Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. Here, to welcome the new hunter. Prepare yourself for the worst. There are no humans left. They're all flesh-hungry beasts, now."

"The Plain Doll thought she had never seen such a curious Great One in her existence: its body was sleek and grey, like that of a slug, although from its head sprouted a great many append-ages that twitched when her wooden hands brushed the damp skin." “Are you cold?” The little infant of a cephalopod nature twitched, its sleek skin shining in the moonlight as she held it up to peer at its face. “Oh, Good Hunter.”

"Those who swear this oath take on a ghastly form and enjoy accentuated transformation effects, especially while wielding a beast weapon."

”You're a hunter with your sanity, aren't you? Must've taken a wrong turn then, eh? Well, we're more alike than you think. This is the Hunter's Nightmare, where hunters end up when drunk with blood. You've seen them before. Aimless, wandering hunters, slavering like beasts. This is what the poor fools have to look forward to. So, don't be brash, turn back before it's too late. Unless, you've something of an interest in nightmares?"

“Each time the scarlet flower blooms, Malenia’s rot advances. It has bloomed twice already. With the third bloom, she will become a true goddess. I dreamt for so long, my flesh was dull gold, and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake… As I awaited… his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat. Now let your flesh be consumed by the Scarlet Rot!”

“This doll's body is not without its hindrances...I shall soon enter my slumber.And it will be some time before I wake.Still, I have high hopes for thee.I look forward to the good news when I arise."

"I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold...and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake... As I awaited... his return ...Heed my words. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat."

"My brother will keep his promise. He possesses the wisdom, the allure, of a god - he is the most fearsome Empyrean of all."

“Then, after thy death, I will give back what I once claimed. Return to the Lands Between, wage war, and brandish the Elden Ring. Grow strong in the face of death. Warriors of my lord. Lord Godfrey. A Tarnished of no renown. Cross the fog, to the Lands Between, to stand before the Elden Ring. And become the Elden Lord."

And the Mother's Day award of the year goes to.... Queen Marika! Just look at all her lovely demigod children.

"Hark, my Lord Godfrey. We commend your deeds. Guidance hath delivered ye through to each ordeal, to the place ye stand. Put the Giants to the sword, and confine the flame atop the mount. Let a new epoch begin. An epoch glistening with life. Brandish the Elden Ring, for the Age of the Erdtree!"

“Rise, Tarnished, and let us walk a new path together.”

“Oh yes... Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm? Of course you have. No shame in it. Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless.”

“The day I pulled you from that battlefield, I had no idea what you would become. How many times have you died and come back for me? Once? Twice? Three Times? Or perhaps a number so large it cannot be counted? A Shinobi's eyes do not follow the blade without anticipating its movements. Remaining composed even when the fearful of its sharp edge is the key to victory.”

"Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel. Let strength be granted so the world might be mended."