Is this blog post unsettling to you? Do you wish it wasn't here? Me too. But I can't delete it. The ability to delete blog posts has been stolen from us. The ability to save blog posts as drafts is gone. When will it come back? When will there be justice? Anyway, enjoy these tabs.
An Unfortunate Specimen
Is that you, Lady Maria? No, you're someone else. Well, perhaps you could help me all the same? I can't move at all, I'm afraid. But I need Brain Fluid. Murky, mushy Brain Fluid. Help me hear the sticky sound, I've gone so long without it...
Please, could you do something for me? I need Brain Fluid. Murky, mushy Brain Fluid...
Oh, thank you, you're terribly kind.
Ohh... it's wonderful. And, oh! I hear the sticky sound. Do you hear it, too?Oh, I know. Will you have my blood, as thanks? I'll have you know. I was once a Blood Saint, too. So, do come back, if you ever run dry of Saint's Blood.
That makes me happy. But I cannot move. Look, on my right arm.
A Nun Whose Name I Forgot
Oh, merciful gods, help me... In the name of the Healing Church, cleanse us of this horrible dream... Please, leave me be... Don't take me... please...
Oh, please, dear gods... Ahh, by your garb... the Healing Church... You've come to save me... Ahh! Thank you, dear saint! I have no words to express my relief...
You could take this, at least. It is sure to please an upstanding member of the church like you. Ahh, thank you so much. I was seized on the street by a hulking brute in the Cathedral Ward and locked up here. There were many others, but they've been taken away... And I've heard moans, echoing in the distance, ever since...
So, the hunt is on tonight? Then the streets are perilous... And every door will be shut tight... Perhaps it isn't my place to ask, but... Do you know somewhere that might take me in?
Alfred, Vileblood Hunter
You're a beast hunter, aren't you? I knew it. That's precisely how I started out! Oh, beg pardon, you may call me Alfred. Protégé of Master Logarius, hunter of Vilebloods. So, what say you? Our prey might differ, but we are hunters, the both of us.
Why not cooperate, and discuss the things we've learned? Oh-hoh! Very good, very good indeed! Take this, to celebrate our acquaintance. Beast hunting is a sacred practice. May the good blood guide your way.
Well, that's most unfortunate. But, if you have a change of heart, you know where to come. We are, after all, fellow hunters, and tonight we hunt!
Annalise, Queen of Cainhurst Castle
Visitor... Moon-scented hunter... I am Annalise, Queen of Castle Cainhurst. Ruler of the Vilebloods, and sworn enemy of the church. Yet, Our people are murdered, and We are prisoner to this wretched mask. What is it thou'rt in search of?
Visitor... Moon-scented hunter... Speak thy mind.
Well, well... An odd hunter thou art indeed... We've tired of these piteous nights... Share in Our plight, and take oath against the church. If thou wouldst this path walk... l prithee partake of my rotted blood.
An odd hunter thou art indeed... Very well. Drink deep of Our blood. Feel the spreading corruption burn. Now, thou'rt too a Vileblood.
We two, the very last on this earth. A wise choice... There is no more to be said. Away from mine gaze.
Master of the Odeon Chapel
...Hmm? Oh... you must be... a hunter. Very sorry, the incense must've masked your scent. Good, good. I've been waiting for one of your ilk. These hunts have everyone all locked up inside. Waiting for it to end... It always does, always has, y'know. Since forever.
But it won't end very nicely, not this time. Even some folks hiding inside are goin' bad. The screams of wimminfolk, the stench of blood,the snarls of beasts... none of em‘s too uncommon now. Yharnam's done fer, I tell ya.
But if you spot anyone with their wits about ‘em... Tell ‘em about this here Oedon Chapel. They'll be safe here. The incense wards off the beasts. Spread the word... tell ‘em to come on over. If you wouldn't mind... Hee hee...