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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack Perhaps we should collab on a Google Doc form, seeing as how Morgaine and Dietrich are to have a dialogue? Or do you prefer we send short responses back and forth?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

"I call me Morgaine, sir of the Church," Morgaine responded, mimicking his bow with one of her own and grinning widely up at him. "I suppose I'm a hunter now, as you. As 'First Hunter', would that make you my chief?" Victor was right about him, she had to admit. He didn't wear the hooded robe of the other churchmen, instead dressing in a sort of military-esque uniform, glistening with silk and silver, his shoulders looking for all the world like they've a pair of feathery wings hanging off them. What a sight he was, a nobleman among his peasants. This Dietrich did have a bonny look about him, a fine mix of chivalrous and roguish that Morgaine must admit caught her eye rather well. Did these churchmen swear themselves to asceticism? An impious thing to consider, she admitted.

"I suppose that means I'm to be having one of these," she said, gesturing to the pile of Church uniforms. None of them looked likely to fit her snug and proper. They were all woven with Yharnamites in mind, tall and lanky as strings. The men of this city shoot straight up from the ground towards the sky, with hardly enough room side to side as to keep them from swaying in the breeze. It's no wonder the entire city was built to match. She strode purposefully over to it to consider them closer, pulling one out that looked almost right, turning it this way and that, and setting it back down with a huff. "Perhaps later, then," she muttered to herself.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Vyarin continued to wander about the fringes of the party. Occasional snippets of conversation he would catch, then repeat to himself when he was out of their earshot. Always practice, practice, and eventually maybe he'll be the one speaking Apura and a foreigner would be parroting him. He didn't have the heart to ask any of the ladies to dance. Vyarin was a fortified man in his body and his mind, shying nothing from a bout nor a battlefield. Yet, this bravery of the court he found he was completely devoid of.

Eventually he found himself hugging the wall, looking out a window at the now-setting sun. Where were his loyal men? Perhaps in the town, causing who knows what sorts of trouble. One can never say with soldiers, even those reputed to be disciplined. It was a town, it must have some unsavoury pastimes that any man might fall into. And what of the danger? Two unexplainable events had befallen this hall today alone. What would tomorrow bring? Only the sun knows, as it descends past the quaint rolling hills following along the horizon.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Ach, I'd write something but I feel kinda stuck.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm ready to progress please

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Sorry. You made a really short post just before, so I thought that meant you wanted me to set the scene.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

"Right . . . let's go see your prince," Morgaine said, as they approached the building. The doors were built of wood, but braced with steel like a cage, and so very tall. One of the larger Church agents needn't even have to duck much to enter through. Fortunately for the pair, it was already open. No doubt to operate the door would take a team of five at the very least, or perhaps some sort of lever and pulley system . . .

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Well, if these Yharnamites didn't know how to build to impress! Cathedral Ward was, without a doubt, designed with shock in mind. Tall spires and grand windows of stained glass adorn the palace-sized churches and chapels, many times the height and width of the men who laid them in their place. The many roads of the city stretch out from this quarter, like the many arms of an octo-pod creature. It was obviously purpose built to serve as the nexus for the Yharnamite society, and hold the splendor of the Healing Church. There was certainly no shortage of that here, where even the cobblestones beneath have been cut and arranged into patterns. Dustless and solid they were, her boots made solid clops and taps as she stepped over them, which bounced off the stone walls around and resonated throughout the entire vicinity. Walking here was going to be a nightmare for certain.

Every street was flanked by those pale Church agents. Hard, blackened eyes followed Victor as he led Morgaine past them. Were they plotting something, these unscrupulous creatures? The Church had a reputation about it, for grim pragmatism and a very heavy-handed approach to slighting. If Victor had made some sort of transgression, the Churchmen would no doubt ambush him at any corner and have his head. It looked almost like the two hunters were being sized up somehow, or perhaps measured for a silver platter. Maybe it was simply the inhuman nature of the Chruch agents leading Morgaine's mind to playing tricks on itself. Nonetheless, she decided to stick a bit closer to Victor, and pull the hood over her eyes. She didn't need to look at them if she didn't want to.

The White Church Workshop was a bit of an odd duck, squatted among the chapels like a stone toad. It was large and grandiose, certainly, but lacking in the ornate nature of its surrounding buildings. Indeed, it was the only structure in the quarter, perhaps, that didn't look as if it would topple over at the mere push of Morgaine's hand. The clip-clopping of boots was more pronounced here, as hunters of the Church went about their business, milling about with weapons and blood vials in hand. That could be expected, she supposed. This was a bastion against the beasts, and every night it went to war until the sun returned in the morning. Weapons and armour she would certainly not refuse.

"So, when I see this 'Dietrich', how am I to know him?" She said, passing up from behind Victor to stand aside him as they approached. "He tall? Short? One-legged? Does he have a walking stick, or wear a feather cap?"

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Apologies for dallying, it may be some days yet before I can get my response post up for Morgaine. Rest assured it is in the making.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The first thing. She just assumes that the source of her hunter transformation is Adelicia.