Tools for the Tarnished: A Poetic Guide to Elden Ring's Reusable Companions
We begin cradled in a sanctum of light, a new-made Tarnished, our purpose yet a fragile whisper on the wind. Nestled within our meager belongings lies a fundamental gift of grace or a cage: the Memory of Grace. It is not a weapon, but an echo of mercy. With it, we can, in a moment of utter despair, abandon our transient power—our hard-won Runes dissolving into the aether like mist before the dawn—to be reborn at the last flicker of grace we touched. It is a tool of surrender, the first of many small keys forged for a desolate, magnificent lock known as the Lands Between. These are not mere items; they are talismans of utility, whispers of power, and sometimes, fragile echoes of connection in a world bent on solitude.
The Foundational Implements
These are the tools that become extensions of our being, the silent partners in our long, fraught journey. Without them, the path would be insurmountable.
The soul of our celestial travel is the Spectral Steed Whistle.
Its silent call pierces the veil between worlds, summoning Torrent, our steadfast and nimble companion. To traverse the vast, poisoned lakes, leap across shattered bridges, or simply flee a horror beneath a gilded sky—this whistle is the breath of freedom.
In the deep, subterranean caverns where the very stars are forgotten, or the catacombs where fear takes physical form, the humble Lantern is a bastion of sanity.
Clipped to our waist, it casts a warm, golden circle of light, pushing back not just the tangible darkness, but the shadows that coil in the mind.
And to see the grand design before venturing forth, the Telescope is the eye of the strategist.
It allows us to survey distant towers, chart the lumbering patrols of giants, or simply marvel at the impossible architecture of the Erdtree from leagues away.
Tools of Combat and Subterfuge
Here, utility meets mayhem. These tools offer unique avenues in battle, granting advantages that pure martial skill cannot.
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Mimic's Veil: The art of the unseen.
A sip of FP and you melt into the scenery, becoming a humble urn, a weathered crate, or a delicate chair. It is the ultimate ambush, a moment of perfect stillness before a storm of violence. -
The Omen Bairn and its more potent kin, the Regal Omen Bairn, are instruments of spectral vengeance. I have clutched these cursed dolls, whispering a sliver of my spirit into them to unleash wailing wraiths that hunger for my enemies.
They are not a warrior's tool, but a soothsayer's, a call to the forsaken spirits that still writhe in the world's wounds. -
The Wraith Calling Bell serves a similar, haunting purpose. To ring it is to pull at the frayed threads of death, summoning prowling phantoms to your side, if only for a fleeting, violent moment.
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The Ancestral Infant's Head is a relic of a forgotten lineage.
Its mournful spray of spirit vapor is a weapon both grotesque and strangely sorrowful, a testament to the ancient life that flowed through these lands long before the Erdtree's reign.
Tools of Control and Affliction
Some tools exist for a single, divine purpose: to shackle a god. They are proofs of impossible victories, turned against the victors themselves.
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Margit's Shackle and Mohg's Shackle are paradoxical treasures.
Discovered deep in the world, they are fragments of binding rituals. In the heat of battle against these demigods, using one is a sublime act of reversal—for a split second, you enforce the order they sought to defy, pinning them in place for a crucial strike. It is the taste of poetic justice. -
The Blasphemous Claw is of an even higher order.
Fashioned from a fragment of the Rune of Death, it is the sole answer to the blinding, destined strikes of Maliketh's Black Blade. To deflect that which is meant to end all life is to touch the divine mechanics of the world itself.
Tools of Expression and Customization
In a land of endless conflict, these tools remind us of a world that once was, and perhaps, could be again. They are for the soul, not the sword.
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The Golden Tailoring Tools are an artisan's grace.
At any Site of Grace, they allow us to alter the garb of demigods—to remove the capes of Radahn's lion-armor, to simplify Malenia's unalloyed gold. It is a small act of ownership, weaving our own identity into the relics of legends. -
Then there are the Prattling Pates, a collection of stone heads whose purpose is purely and beautifully communicative. They are the fragmented vocabulary of a Tarnished. 🗣️ I carry them all, a lexicon of emotion for a voiceless journey:
| Stone of Speech | Its Uttered Truth |
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\"Hello\" |
A greeting to a friendly summon, a spark of camaraderie. |
\"Thank You\" |
Gratitude after a co-operative victory against a nightmare. |
\"Apologies\" |
For an errant strike, or a failure in duty. |
\"You're Beautiful\" |
An absurd, poignant compliment to a fellow warrior or the landscape itself. |
\"My Beloved\" |
A melancholic echo for a world lost, or a jest among friends. |
\"Please Help\" |
The raw, universal cry of the struggling Tarnished. |
To use a Pate is to break the solemn silence, to cast a pebble of human sound into the vast, indifferent lake of the Lands Between. In 2026, as new journeys begin, these tools remain our constant, silent companions. They are the gentle hand in the dark, the clever trick in a fight, the means to see and be seen. From the desperate recall of the Memory of Grace to the joyful whisper of \"Wonderful,\" they stitch together the epic not just of conquest, but of a personal, lived experience within a shattered, yet still breathing, world.
\"Hello\"
\"Thank You\"
\"Apologies\"
\"You're Beautiful\"
\"My Beloved\"
\"Please Help\"