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The Sahasian Alliance

Well, we needn't decide on with whom our characters end up with before the game begins. I think it would be fun to let events play out and see how it goes.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

"I- err . . ." Morgaine mumbled. It was a strange question. Was it a test of some kind? She gave the old man another look, this time more thoroughly. Yet, no matter how she considered him, the only answer she could come up with was the same. This was nothing more than a kind old man. She could trust him. It was almost infuriating, how intrusive that thought had become. Yet, something told her that wasn't what Vicar Harold wanted to hear from her. She had to come up with something, even if it was a bold-faced lie. "Well . . ." She shuffled her feet a bit, trying to look away from him. Trying to stimulate her legs, which tended to have a habit of stimulating her mind as well. "I think . . . that you're . . . a man. That you are old. An old man, sir. And . . . that . . . I feel you're no particular danger to me, I spose. You remind me of my grandpappy, in some ways. Disregarding the love of the hard whiskey, of course."

Yet, a nagging idea tugged at her mind. These flowers, the old vicar, the walls themselves, they were all in concert trying to hide . . . something, somehow. It was like she was near-sighted, having put on her da's spectacles and is stumbling about the open chamber in them, but this was happening not with her eyes, but her mind. She couldn't make sense of it. Something was missing. Did Dietrich see it? Was he keeping silent on the old vicar's orders? What did Dietrich, a big man with a bigger blade, have to fear from this wrinkled bundle of sticks? Morgaine was suddenly struck with a profane shame for thinking of Vicar Harold in that way. She nearly mumbled an apology before stopping halfway through the first word. It felt as if the old man could read her mind, and he wanted her to know as much.

The Sahasian Alliance

Hmm, perhaps I should drop Vyarin and pick up a princess to even out the numbers?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Alright. I'll fix it.

The Sahasian Alliance

Maybe it's worth making an interest check as well? People might be more likely to look there and find us that way.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

More Yharnam elevators. Morgaine couldn't bear the weight of the world pressing down on her as she ascended further. Although she couldn't really see outside of the vertical tube through which they traveled, she could certainly feel the sensation. Her body knew that she was being lifted, and knew that it was wrong. As swiftly as they went, it was hard even to keep standing. She instinctively went down to a crouch, before realizing how absurd she looked and standing straight back up. Dietrich mumbled something to her, but through the din of the gears scraping together she could barely hear it, only getting the impression that he is somehow displeased. Not peculiar, she supposed, nodding in response and pretending not to be confused. He hasn't been pleased at all since they arrived at this place. Now thinking about it, he hasn't been pleased at all at any time in which she knew of him. What a sad existence that must be. Not that she couldn't sympathize, trapped in here watching tiny flashes of light zip past them, disappearing below the floor after the brief seconds in which they arrived.

Eventually, the ride ended and the pair of them stepped out into a grand and amazingly long hall. Amazing was certainly the right word for it; all of this replaced the austerity of a church for the opulence of a palace. Red velvet carpets, beautiful statues wrought into the shapes of tortured people, and everything in between gilded in gold and glittering in the faint moonlight that entered in from above somewhere. The light itself seemed to bend and twist unnaturally, or at least, not by any metric of nature that Morgaine had come to know. It was even warm in here, the first time she'd felt some actual warm air since she'd stepped foot into the city. Is this the only pleasant spot in Yharnam?

"Oedon, look at this," she drawled, doing a full turn around to look at everything. Would that she could stay longer, but alas. Dietrich led her purposefully across the hall, not even taking a second to admire their surroundings. All business as usual, she supposed. Mayhaps he'd seen it all before.

Through twists and turns they traveled, in grey stone walkways leading this way and that, barely illuminated unlike the previous hall. Finally, they emerged, into a beautiful field of flowers. They swayed gently, despite the presence of any wind, but strangely, that didn't seem strange to her. In the midst stood a frail old man, dressed in a more accented white garb than the monochromatic white of the Churchmen. Morgaine was struck by how apt Dietrich's earlier description of Vicar Harold had been. He was a nice old man, and she could trust him.

"Err, good day. Master Vicar, sir," she called out to him from her place on the walkway. Her voice carried over in a soft echo that emanated through the walls itself, it seemed. "I'm happy enough to be as well. This here is lovely, your garden. Do you grow these yourself?" She felt like she could talk to him, more than she could talk to anyone else. Even her provincial accent came through stronger.

The Sahasian Alliance

Vyarin Kremazov

name: Vyarin Kremazov

appearance: Tall and incredibly built, Vyarin is the model of a warrior. Indeed, his form is the sort that would take up an entire doorway he would happen to pass through. In accordance with the religious reforms of half a century past, he keeps his blond hair shaved down to fuzz. His face is similarly shaved. However, most notable about him is the rag that obscures his left eye, wrapped around his head, that conceals the gaping remains of his eye.

age: 19

bio: Vyarin was born to a most impressive pedigree. His father, the famed Zarrir "Usurper-of-Tyrants", had recently before Vyarin's birth led a successful rebellion against the so-called "Western Overlords" from across the Zpina mountain range. The Western Overlords' memory has been intentionally lost, with Zarrir having ordered all record of them destroyed and declaring that any who speak of them in his court have their tongues cut out. Thus, Vyarin's birth, coinciding rather neatly with the liberation, was considered highly auspicious by many. His name, "Vyarin", even means "of freedom" or "freeborn" in the now-dead Old Prozdy language. On his birth, Vyarin was given the courtesy titles of "Prince of Princes" (a title shared by his father), and "First Lord of the League". The League of which the second title represents is the nominally equal partnership of the great many rulers and nobles who had risen up alongside Prozdy against the Western Overlords, but in reality serve as effective vassals to Prozdy.

Vyarin grew up among the militant court of his father. In the Prozdy culture, strength and stoicism were the highest virtues, and nobles who shied away from military pursuits were considered illegitimate to rule. Thus, Vyarin was given a rigorous education in fighting with a great variety of weapons, strategy and tactics, and a number of traditional sports. Thus, he grew up strong, accustomed to physical strain and resistant to the fear of death. At least, that was the visage he put on for the court to see. In truth, he found he tired often of the singleminded pursuit of conflict and victory that Prozdy society seemed to worship, and found he was rather curious regarding a great many subjects not taught to him. However, there wasn't much to be done about that. His father Zarrir was an iron-fisted ruler, grim and incredibly competent, and would likely stand for no deviation on his son's part.

It was on Vyarin's coming-of-age day that his life changed rather oddly. During the celebrations, one of the princes of the League inadvertently insulted Vyarin before all the attendees. Zarrir, in a fit of rage, demanded that Vyarin and the prince duel with shashka to the death before the entire crowd. Neither were particularly interested in fighting this duel, and the prince offered to apologize, Zarrir's command was absolute, declaring that should either refuse this duel, they would be declared cowards and stripped of all honours. Eventually, after some heavy debate, a compromise was declared in which the two would fight only to first blood. The duel commenced, and ended when Vyarin fell forward, screaming and clutching at the left side of his face. Quickly, doctors were called, but the surgery was brutal, and perhaps did more damage to his eye than even the blade. Eventually, it was declared that Vyarin was blind in one eye. Zarrir, fearing for his son's life and his own court's stability, sent Vyarin away on the premise that he find a spouse.

role in the story: Prince and suitor

The Sahasian Alliance

Checking in. Glad to see everything back.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

My schedule was rather jostled this week, so my response can't come until this weekend. Sorry for the wait, I wish my schedule was more constant.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Alright. Morgaine would likely just continue following behind.