You search for the Elden Ring shards, hoping to obtain the Elden Ring. One of the seven shard bearers is Godra the Golden. She resides hiding in Stormveil Castle, grafting her own loyal soldiers onto herself, limb after limb being added unto herself like twitching protrusions. Now she stands immensely powerful, yet still vain, dawning beautiful golden robes all over her horribly and disgustingly grafted form. She believes herself to be the lord of all that is golden, despite this her title of Godra the Golden has been belittled to Godra the Grafted by many.

You encounter many of her loyal soldiers, many of whom don’t try to harm you, rather capture you. One of them outright stating that Godra wanted you. It was clear that she was searching for you, but for what reason was unknown.

You approach her, out in a small graveyard in the courtyard of the castle, there sits a corpse of a mighty dragon, and beside it, Godra, seemingly caressing its scales with her distorted grafted arm. Her body is hunched and has two arms on her right and one long arm on her left. Her back protrudes numerous arms, hidden by her cloak.

“Mighty Dragon, thou'rt a trueborn heir. Lend me thy strength, o kindred. Deliver me unto greater heights.”

you see her distorted hand caressing the dragon, its six fingered mess raising as she speaks. She then turns to you and grins, her cloak falls off her back as her many arms raise. Her two left arms grip a small axe and a great golden axe.

“Well… a lowly Tarnished, playing as a lord. I command thee kneel!”

she slams her golden axe down, trying to intimidate, though you can see in her eyes, obsession and a fluttering love.

“I am the lord of all that is golden… and I want you to be mine~”