Dark Jack

The Prophecy

Jaelnec will probably try to find Aemoten (and Thaler), and Olan try to find Thaler (and Aemoten), heh. Trouble is, neither of them have any idea where Aemoten and Thaler went aside from "Zerul City," so chances are that they'll end up asking around the city together trying to track them down.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

You know, I was looking at the Bloodborne wikis and realized that I, without really meaning to, had fundamentally redesigned blood vials for the RP without really explaining this redesign (because I wasn't conscious of doing so). As a reminder, their design in the game was this:

Original blood vial design

Which doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me considering how Hunters use them (by injecting them into their thigh), unless the Hunter is actually supposed to take a bigger vial, draw its contents into a syringe and then inject themselves. Conceptually, the blood vials of the RP will mostly follow this design:

RP blood vial design

A small, narrow glass vial with blood, fitted first with an inner cap with a needle for syringe-like injection, and then with a second outer cap that shields the needle. If that makes sense.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

As he went to seize the Messengers' scroll, Marcus' hand – much like Torquil's foot just moments ago – found no purchase, but seemingly just passed straight through both parchment and creatures without resistance. But the little ones not only seemed to not be bothered by the gesture, they seemed outright excited by it. Each Messenger eagerly grabbed one side of the ethereal scroll and, with combined effort, unrolled it and held it up as far as they could for Marcus to read.

The scroll bore little text, but what was there was written in exquisite calligraphy:

“Glance calmly upon the lantern's pale gleam,
and find safe haven within the Hunter's Dream.”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic

The four bloodstained Yharnamites came to a stop when Draco stepped toward them, their wide, fearful eyes shifting from him to the strange weapon in his hands. The front-runner among them started to take a cautious step back the way they came, only to freeze when Draco's words reached them, their already overwhelming dread becoming discernibly more intense.
“The giant woke up?” one of them muttered to his fellows, while another two started looking around as if hoping for an escape route to spontaneously apparate in the vicinity. “Without the Speaker we don't stand a chance!”
The fourth Yharnamite, however, stepped to the front of their group and overtly sniffed in Draco's direction twice before seeming to calm down a little. He pointed back toward the building they had just come from, still looking at Draco. “A bunch of Hunters were fighting beasts in there.”

One of the three back Yharnamites ran to the front door of the house currently closest to them, tried the handle and opened it unhindered.
“We can hide here!” he said, and the other three started hurrying to join their fellow. Behind Draco, several of the civilians started hesitantly moving to join these strangers in hiding.

The Prophecy

Okay, I presume that means we still have Lum on board, though Claw is still awkwardly removed from the rest of the characters. Boa'Noktus sounds worryingly similar to various would-be and actual megalomanic deities, by the way; from the descriptions of her I'd heard, I had honestly expected her to be more... I don't know, reserved. Rational.

If I am to presume that Claw's trip to wherever is going to take more than the night, I guess Jaelnec and Aemoten (I think that's all that would actually participate at this point?) could start handling the business they have in Zerul City?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Heh, I could be cruel and just say that Draco doesn't know, but the shelter was actually below the plateau and further north down there. Draco and the civilians have already moved past it.
Although Stefan didn't communicate this in his hurry, ascending the elevator wasn't to reach the shelter, but to put an obstacle between the civilians and the various hostile entities in the street.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eh, I prefer to handle those kinds of things on a case-by-case basis, but generally I leave it to you (the players). @Habibi359, would you like to get a post out before DrabberRogue posts?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, on the high plateau

Setting off along the singular northward path available to them, Draco and the other civilians walked cautiously on this seemingly completely unpopulated area for several minutes. The trail of blood leading that way seemed to fade and disappear a short ways in, leaving only faint tracks of someone else having passed by here previously.
The entire way their right flank, to the east, remained guarded by a row of almost identical dark-windowed dwellings that stood side by side, presumably awaiting a time when the population of Yharnam grew enough to need the additional homes. On their left was the edge of the plateau, topped by a metal guardrail that was just a little more than waist-high, which did little to obscure their view of the city below.
And indeed, as they traveled north this unobstructed view of the lands below allowed them to witness a change come to Yharnam, as buildings seemed to first gradually grow newer and smaller, all while the terrain seemed to slope lower and lower, removing itself ever further from their position high above on the plateau. After a few minutes the small, new buildings down there seemed to transition to older, more run-down buildings, many of which bore damage, some almost reduced to rubble and most at least partially burned, though there was no fire to be seen, hinting that the damage was not recent. The streets down there were old, worn and filled with trash... but also much worse. Though it was hard to make out details now, as the plateau now stood about eighty meters (262 feet) over the city below, the streets of this ruined part of the city seemed alive with movement as countless forms moved through the streets, some slow and deliberate, others with terrible, inhuman speed, and most larger than humans should be.
Faint howling and barking could be heard from below, growing ever-more intense as the sun disappeared past the horizon and darkness gradually came to Yharnam. Draco, being a native to Yharnam, would recognize the land below as Old Yharnam, the part of the city claimed by no less than two plagues: the scourge of beasts and the Ashen Blood. Hunters had tried and failed for years to cleanse the area, and looking down now at streets filled with what seemed like hundreds of beasts, it was not hard to see why.

As they went further north they an end of their path eventually came into view, as the street was abruptly blocked by a wooden single-story building, perpendicular to the dwellings lining the right side of the street and filling in the area all the way to the edge of the plateau. While the building was still distant, however, frantic movement appeared at the door of the building, as five figures emerged into the street and ran in the civilians' direction. As they came closer, several things could be observed about these men: they were all bloody and battered to some degree, they were all dressed in common Yharnam clothing, they all looked absolutely terrified, and they were all unarmed.
The men went to give Draco's group a wide berth as if to simply pass by them back towards the elevator.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Habibi359, just in case you don't have time to post IC anytime soon, since I kind of need to know the decision: is Marcus going to allow the huntsmen to flee?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

Upon examining the man in the vandalized antechamber, Arcturus found that though the man's clothes bore at least three distinctive, recent-looking tears – a long one on his right shoulder and two small, almost identical ones on the chest and back, respectively – there were no wounds matching the damage to his clothes. What he found instead was the man's skin bearing what seemed like hundreds of small fissures and punctures, none measuring more than a couple of centimeters (about an inch), all of which seemed to be in the process of very slowly mending themselves. Aside from the absurd number of these tiny injuries they were also remarkable by the fact that they were all somehow wrong, as if the wounds themselves were almost inside-out. The punctures seemed like the external damage resulting from an open bone fracture, and the places where the skin was rent in tears seemed more like the skin had been messily pulled apart than cut.
Now that Arcturus was closer to the man he would also notice an odd, subtle noise coming from the man's head. The man's eyes just shuddered slightly behind closed lids, but at his mouth his tongue was rhythmically snaking between his lips, dipping its tip and side into the puddle of blood he was laying in, scooping up a little and drawing it back into the mouth. After each slow, methodical lap of his tongue his throat would contract as if swallowing.

Turning his attention to the pouch at the man's side, the Messenger moved aside to let Arcturus' handle things. The pouch, he found, was internally padded and divided into twenty or so small compartments evidently made for long, narrow objects. All but one of these slots were empty, and the final slot held a small capped vial filled with crimson liquid; something Arcturus may or may not have encountered before, being a foreigner to Yharnam and only newly acquainted with blood healing, as a blood vial.