Truth be told, there are days when Ranni herself does not see what is so worth saving about these Lands Between.
Her memories of a more beautiful time are faded. Back when the cities had been full and flourishing, packed with laughter and sorrow and knowledge and music. When the small towns had grown vast fields, and determined traders had made their way across the seas of rot, and people had lived. It has been many centuries since such a time, and what remains is pallid and stagnant and cold.
In the skeletal faces of those who still cling to life here, Ranni sees failure. The failure of the Order. Her own failure, perhaps, to have seized the day before her brother stopped the stars in their path and so too stopped her destiny.
She draws hope in Blaidd's steadfast loyalty, and in Iji's gentle voice, and in the green that still grows. Now, she draws hope from the determined set of Anastasia's shoulders, and in the way she thinks herself so small but has found a dedication towards a very large task.
"Even killing Godrick would bring about great change," she offers. "He is no pushover, and thine task will be difficult, but the reward will be incalculable."
Ranni thinks, briefly, about offering to help, but stalls those words before she can give them voice. No, this is something that Anastasia needs to do on her own. If she wins, then there may be a chance... that she will prove useful.
"These lands are home to liars and cheat aplenty, but good still lingers here. Enough good that the Lands Between might yet be saved by a woman with a sword and a splash of magic she barely understands." Ranni's spectral face shifts, lips curling upward. "Thee have quite the mystery to unravel, I fear."
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Her memories of a more beautiful time are faded. Back when the cities had been full and flourishing, packed with laughter and sorrow and knowledge and music. When the small towns had grown vast fields, and determined traders had made their way across the seas of rot, and people had lived. It has been many centuries since such a time, and what remains is pallid and stagnant and cold.
In the skeletal faces of those who still cling to life here, Ranni sees failure. The failure of the Order. Her own failure, perhaps, to have seized the day before her brother stopped the stars in their path and so too stopped her destiny.
She draws hope in Blaidd's steadfast loyalty, and in Iji's gentle voice, and in the green that still grows. Now, she draws hope from the determined set of Anastasia's shoulders, and in the way she thinks herself so small but has found a dedication towards a very large task.
"Even killing Godrick would bring about great change," she offers. "He is no pushover, and thine task will be difficult, but the reward will be incalculable."
Ranni thinks, briefly, about offering to help, but stalls those words before she can give them voice. No, this is something that Anastasia needs to do on her own. If she wins, then there may be a chance... that she will prove useful.
"These lands are home to liars and cheat aplenty, but good still lingers here. Enough good that the Lands Between might yet be saved by a woman with a sword and a splash of magic she barely understands." Ranni's spectral face shifts, lips curling upward. "Thee have quite the mystery to unravel, I fear."