Unused content refers to content that is inside the games files but cannot be accessed through normal means. This content is usually found by datamining processes or hacking the game, and is not intended for the audiences to be found.
Content usually ends up unused because they are either unfinished or no longer fit the game. Some unused content never sees the light of the day while other is reused or repurposed in future installments.
Unused Content[]
Unused icons contain previous iterations of current icons, and nixed content. Some have associated proper names, due to inference or games files, while others are completely unnamed. These objects are still present in the game files.[citation needed]
Unused Items |
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Key Items |
Info Items |
Tools |
Talismans |
Books & Scrolls |
Crafting Materials |
Spells & Incantations |
Armor |
Weapons |
Others or Unspecified |
Unused Ashes of War Icons[]
Ashes of War Icons |
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Unused Dream Icons[]
Dream Icons |
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Version 1.0 Icons[]
Icons that were in the version 1.0 of the game, but were changed in subsequent updates.
1.0 icons |
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Closed Network Test[]
Icons that were present in the Closed Network Test but differ from the ones in the final release of the game.
CNT Icons |
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Unused NPCs[]
Reeling Rico[]
Reeling Rico is an unused NPC who used the Ragged Set, which is also cut from the final version of the game, and is tied to an unused questline involving dreams, alcohol, and St. Trina. The quest enabled the player to offer "Dreambrew" to other NPCS, allegedly to discover their secrets. For other NPCs, only dialogue for when offering the drew remains.
Rico's dialogue |
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Section 01 |
Hm. |
A new face, are you? |
Well, while you're here. Have you, too, been seduced by the good lady alcohol? |
Perhaps you've heard of dreambrew, the nectar of the demigods, once forbidden to we mortals? |
Well, believe it or not, I know just how to make it. |
And if you were to help me gather its ingredients, |
I'd gladly share some with you. |
The Lands Between are no kind place for we Tarnished. |
And I'm getting too old to keep scavenging corpses on the battlefield... |
Section 02 |
You'll help me then? |
Wonderful! Music to my ears. |
Then take this with you. |
That, is St. Trina's Crystal Ball. |
It can be used to take slumber fog from those submerged in deepest sleep, |
those merry fools sunk so low they will not awaken. |
Dreambrew, I should say, is a special filtration of slumber fog. |
Section 03 |
Go ahead and bring me some slumber fog, my compeer. |
About two should do it, by my reckoning... |
About three should do it, by my reckoning... |
About four should do it, by my reckoning... |
About five should do it, by my reckoning... |
About six should do it, by my reckoning... |
And then I'll have enough dreambrew to share. |
Drink is a wonderful teacher. Imbibe and you will understand; this world's delights, and its futility. |
Section 04 |
You what? You hardly know what you're missing out on. |
Well, suit yourself. But I'm sure you'll be after a drink before long. |
Perhaps you'll tire of this crumbling world... |
Or maybe you'll wish to uncover someone's deepest, darkest secrets... |
Section 05 |
What? Taken an interest in the finer things, after all? |
Like dreambrew, the nectar of the demigods, once forbidden to we mortals? |
Well, believe it or not, I know just how to make it. |
And if you were to help me gather its ingredients, |
I'd gladly share some with you. |
What do you say? |
Section 10 |
Ah, I've been eagerly awaiting your return. |
How did you fare? Find any slumber fog? |
Section 11 |
Hmm, not quite enough. |
As I said, if you'd like me to share some dreambrew with you, we'll need two doses of slumber fog, or thereabouts. |
As I said, if you'd like me to share some dreambrew with you, we'll need three doses of slumber fog, or thereabouts. |
As I said, if you'd like me to share some dreambrew with you, we'll need four doses of slumber fog, or thereabouts. |
As I said, if you'd like me to share some dreambrew with you, we'll need five doses of slumber fog, or thereabouts. |
As I said, if you'd like me to share some dreambrew with you, we'll need six doses of slumber fog, or thereabouts. |
Section 12 |
I see, I see. You have what I asked. |
All splendid fogs of superior quality. Sediment firmly settled, mm. |
Good work, my compeer. |
Here's the dreambrew I promised. All yours. |
Section 13 |
Bring me more slumber fog, my compeer. |
Do so, and I'll have a bottle of dreambrew with your name on it. |
Section 14 |
Allow me a little advice, my compeer. |
Dreambrew is known to drag people's secrets into the daylight. |
If that's what you seek, rather than the usual fleeting pleasures, |
Then treat them to some dreambrew. |
Secrets are like fine wine. The longer they mature in the dark, the richer the flavour... |
Know that, and all will be as you desire. Friendship, rule, intrigue... |
Section 15 |
Did you forget something? |
Section 16 |
Oh, hello there. |
Have you brought me some more slumber fog? |
Section 17 |
You certainly have a taste for spirits. |
I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you. |
Section 18 & 19 |
... |
Section 20 |
As you surely know, my compeer, I am but a humble man of the cloth. |
And I must profess, the study of alcohol is but another form of worship. |
Oh, St. Trina. My faith is in alcohol, and the hearts of men. |
Section 30 |
Ah, good to see you. |
I heard the path to the Haligtree had been reopened. |
So I forced these old bones to weather the journey. |
Don't tell me it was you who opened the passage? |
Nevertheless, it's rather nippy in these lands, eh. |
But there's nothing like a good drink to warm the cockles... |
Section 31 |
Did you need something else? |
Section 32 |
Oh it's, good, good to see you. |
I think I was about to freeze solid. |
Section 33 & 34 |
... |
Section 40 |
You know, a holy personage was once abducted from these lands. |
Thus I am here in search of clues that might unravel the mystery. |
The abductor's bloody footprints are said to have disappeared in the Forest of Ancient Bowers. |
Hm? That's quite a face you're pulling... |
Need I remind you? Though I am but a humble man of the cloth, |
each of us has our secrets, my compeer. |
Section 41 |
You know, a holy personage was once abducted from these lands. |
Thus I am here in search of clues that might unravel the mystery. |
The abductor's bloody footprints are said to have disappeared in the Forest of Ancient Bowers. |
Section 50 |
Finally, I have found it! |
St. Trina's, no, Lord Miquella's cadaver. |
I have partaken of untold secrets. |
Such that I might aid you, O Lord. |
So please, I hope you can welcome your humble servant Rhico, |
Into your dream, the world of your heart. |
Indeed, I beg you grant my wish, |
That when you transcend from empyrean to god, allow me a place by your side. |
Section 51 |
I have partaken of untold secrets. |
Such that I might aid you, O Lord. |
So please, I hope you can welcome your humble servant Rhico, |
Into your dream, the world of your heart. |
Section 60 |
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Section 00 |
Oh ho, are you asking me to partake? |
Well, I haven't got a clue what to think. |
Is this outright impudence? Simple callousness? Or genuine kindness, I wonder? |
... |
Well, what matters it? I'll take some, regardless. |
You couldn't possibly fathom the secrets I possess, my compeer. |
Section 01 |
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Section 00 |
... |
Have you lost your marbles? |
You do know I'm merely a beggar. |
I've nothing left to give. |
Section 01 |
Haven't you Tarnished any respect? |
For those who came before you. |
Section 02 |
Well, that knocked the wind out of me. |
The perfect time to try that special reserve… |
Section 03 |
You base, facile, uncharitable bastard… |
You're beyond help, my compeer… |
Redeemer Guilbert[]
Redeemer Guilbert is an unused NPC who is part of a nixed faction called the Redeemers. Datamined data suggests he might have used Jerren's Set, and was supposed to be where Yura is now found. Only his audio files seem to remain.
Guilbert's Dialogue |
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Section 01 |
Good Lord! Good God of Vengeance! |
Till grudges soak the lands! |
Section 02 |
Oh... |
I see, you're Tarnished. |
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Section 03 |
By the way... |
Have you heard of the crucible knights? |
There's one by the name of Ordovis, and I must find him. |
He's an old hero of the Shattering, but there's a grudge out against him. |
The Lands Between are brimming with those who cannot die. It makes for a cesspool of vengeance. |
...Gives me a shiver just thinking about it... |
Section 04 |
These fellows? |
Who knows, just some lads who did someone wrong. |
They got what was coming, nothing more. |
If you're intent on revenge, pray to the God of Vengeance. |
You'll have yourself a corpse in no time. |
Section 05 |
You're Tarnished. Then you're here to fight, aren't you? |
For the Elden Ring. |
Well, there's something you ought to know. |
There's an aberration of a blacksmith past the checkpoint that leads to Stormveil. |
He doesn't seem to think much of anyone or anything, but oddly, he's willing to smith weapons for Tarnished. |
He has a fine arm. Have him take a crack at your goods. |
...The question for me, of course, is whether he's in need of any vengeance... |
Section 06 |
In the Lands Between, everyone lives longer than they should. |
They may go mad, but even so, they plead to the God of Vengeance. |
That's why I'm here. To exact revenge for those who can't do it themselves. |
Like someone did for me, when I...when I was but a tyke. |
Section 10 |
Oh, there you are... |
It must have been a dream. Strange. |
I was fighting at your side. Against Ordovis of the Crucible. |
It was a revenge so sweet, fit to serve the very God of Vengeance. |
Heh... |
Maybe you're meant to be a Redeemer, as well... |
I was fighting at your side. Against Ordovis, the Crucible Knight. |
Section 11 |
Ah, you... |
Did you defeat Ordovis of the Crucible? |
I could sense it. The God of Vengeance surely smiled upon that battle. |
Heh... |
Maybe you're meant to be a Redeemer too... |
Did you defeat Ordovis, the Crucible Knight. |
Section 13 |
Alright, then. |
I'm off to Stormveil Castle. |
Lord Godrick has kept busy with his grafting... |
Slicing off arms like harvesting ears of wheat. He's run up a mighty debt in blood. |
A demigod, yes, he may be... |
But no one escapes a Redeemer. |
Section 14 |
I was thinking... |
Godrick must have an idea. |
About the vengeance sought by General Radahn, to whom I swore my oath. |
...Yes, Godrick's corpse will know what to do... |
Godrick must know. |
That of all the grudges born of the Shattering, Malenia the Rotted is the object of the most profound. |
Section 15 |
Ahh, my head is throbbing, everything is bright red... |
Master Radahn, is this how it feels to ferment with vengeance? |
I can hardly keep from trembling... |
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Well, well, you've made yourself a target of vengeance. |
Perhaps this, too, was meant to be. |
Prepare to become an offering. |
Trust me, you'll rest easier as a corpse. |
Section 01 |
Hello there, I don't believe we've met. |
I'm afraid you've made yourself the object of somebody's ire. |
As a Redeemer, I'm bound to exact revenge. |
Prepare to become an offering. |
Trust me, you'll rest easier as a corpse. |
Section 02 |
Whoah, what're you playing at? (OKテイク, v303902000_ALT_3) What're you playing at? |
Section 03 |
... |
This is a little awkward. |
There's no revenge to be had in this killing. |
Section 04 |
Not too sharp, are you? |
If you want to die, ask someone else. |
Section 05 |
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Section 06 |
Let it be known. |
Wherever vengeance must be had, a Redeemer there will be... |
Section 07 |
Oh, my Lord. Good God of Vengeance! |
Till grudges soak the lands... |
Section 08 |
Don't you see now? |
There is no escape from a Redeemer. |
Section 09 |
Death ought to be earned. |
What am I to make of this? |
Section 10 |
Didn't I tell you before? |
No one escapes a Redeemer. |
Prepare to become an offering, once and for all. |
Trust me, you'll rest easier as a corpse. |
Shanehaight[]
Shanehaight is an unused NPC. He is a noble from Leyndell, Royal Capital and has a small quest tied to him.
Shanehaight's Dialogue |
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Section 01 |
Welcome, dear guest. |
After being out there, it must be quite surprising, |
to see our capital, cradled by the Erdtree, showered by an eternal wellspring of grace. |
The sights, the sounds, the luscious scents. Each precisely as they should be. Each eternal. |
Section 02 |
Oh? |
I didn't notice that you were Tarnished. |
... |
Now, you mustn't take this the wrong way. |
But you must leave the capital at once. |
Section 03 |
It is for your own good, I assure you. |
All things have their proper place. |
We, having been chosen by grace, were given this Golden Capital. |
You, on the other hand, have your own home, which is a far cry from here. |
So far, in fact, that it cannot be further marred by your touch. |
The Shattering caused a great many fools to overstep their bounds. |
Their impudence led to insurgency against Morgott, Lord of Grace. They raised an army, and sought to lay siege to this sacred ground. |
But do you see where it got them? King Morgott's rule would not be shaken! |
Their attempt to defile the capital failed, and while we revelled in eternal grace, |
the traitors were eyed by the grotesque Fell Omen, and their corpses piled high outside the wall! |
The lesson here is self-evident. |
The capital is simply not where you belong. |
Section 04 |
You mustn't take it the wrong way. |
But you must leave the capital at once. |
Section 10 |
Well, what have we here... |
You hunt Omen, do you? |
Mm-hmm, yes it appears so... |
Well, then perhaps we can talk. |
For a barbarous Tarnished, you see the difference between right and wrong rather clearly. |
Very well. I permit your stay in the capital for the time being. |
And in the name of the house of Shanehaight, I beseech you hunt down the foul Omen. |
The Undercapital is a repository of waste. |
For ages it's teemed with repulsive Omen. Fiendlings, even, who've never lost a horn. |
And what's worse, they've taken to bellowing in a most blood-curdling manner. You can hear it all the way up here. |
A vile, ceaseless affront to the Erdtree's sanctity. |
Section 11 |
Get on with it, then. |
Hunt down the vile Omen scurrying about in the Undercapital, and give us peace from those wretched howls. |
I know you can do it. Do not dishonour House Shanehaight. |
Section 20 |
Haven't set off to hunt the Omen yet? |
Well, you're certainly dragging your heels more than I foresaw. |
I forgive you. |
We Shanehaights are known for patience, a virtue amongst the noble. |
Section 21 |
Haven't set off to hunt the Omen yet? |
That wretched screeching... I feel as if I could go mad. |
Section 30 |
Ohh, there you are, pleased to see you. |
You must've expunged the Omen from the repository. |
Otherwise their revolting screeches would still be affronting my ears. |
Well, you've done us a fine service, I must say. |
The Erdbishops will be very pleased to hear it. |
No, this is above their station... |
If I explained that this was all my idea, |
I could be granted audience with Morgott, Lord of Grace. |
What a wondrous opportunity. |
That a viscount as myself might be seen by the Lord of Grace. |
Such an honour will place me amongst the most venerated Shanehaights. |
Section 31 |
Oh, very sorry, I almost forgot about you completely. |
This Shanehaight heirloom has been held for generations. |
It is yours now, a reward for your fearless execution of my request. |
Section 32 |
I'm afraid its worth might be lost on a Tarnished, but... |
For everything, there is a first. For you, and for House Shanehaight, and its newfound glory. |
Section 33 |
Now, I need to get myself ready. |
If fortune favours me, and I am seen by the Lord of Grace, |
I'd be put to shame if I didn't look my very best. |
Section 40 |
Kill our lord... |
He is a stain upon all things golden... |
Kill Morgott, kingly impostor! |
Unused Questlines[]
Cut questlines that can not be accessed in the final game, but that were restored by Content Creators.