Resting Witch Face
breaking the laws of physics medieval style
Blood begets blood, a vicious cycle. We are made men by it, reborn by it's rapturous qualities, and undone by it's curse. Fear the old blood, indeed.
The town of Yharnam seemed far removed from the natural cycle of things. Where hamlets and villages fell to their shortcomings, the city seemed to prosper. Disease and ruin seemed faded from their memories like an ill-received nightmare. Something was not quite right, and yet you still let your better judgement be clouded by your needs. Whatever they might have been, you checked into the clinic in the darker part of town to sort them through for good. Then it was there that the truth struck you quite profoundly, but it was quite truly too late. Now, coursing through your veins, was liberation from your shackles of fate. No longer did your being suffer, your soul could finally rest. And yet still peace eluded you, like chasing rays of moonlight in a smoke filled room. A dense fog began clouding your mind, quietly singing a lullaby.
Before long you feel yourself lulled to sleep.
And then the visions began, cursed scrying into realms beyond your understanding as you slept. It started with simple whispers, taunting you from the edge of darkness, to replacing your dreams with horrific nightmares of alien rituals and ungodly abominations. Beings that lurk in the shadows, watching the masses with twisted fervor. Eternal slaughter. Unbreakable evils. Your mind has begun the terrible fall into madness, or so you believe. None of this could be the machinations of a sane person! And yet you feel cleaner and more clear-headed than ever. Your thoughts are focused, your will is steady. You can feel the pulse of your own heart beating out of your chest. Suddenly, light floods your darkened reality. No longer a slave to the nightmares terrorizing you, you float upwards, towards your point of origin.
You feel the warm embrace of something just beyond.
And you wake up in your bed, the same bed from the night of your infusion. Or not, as it turns out. The room you remember being inebriated within has shifted in appearance.
It's been quite some time since your infusion, you can plainly see. The clinic that old man had treated you in was dusty and ruinous, falling apart wherever your gaze went. No longer did that cleanly odor permeate your senses, no, it had been long replaced by the universal sign of decay. No patients had been treated in this room for years, decades even. As your atrophied body snapped itself into motion, twinges of pain could be felt through your aching joints. It felt as if you had been in a coma for that long as well, like the infusion had set you into a deep, deep sleep. Your lungs were hard pressed to draw breath, your eyes too dry to blink.
It felt like death had forgotten your soul in your mortal body.
Your mind is foggy, your movements stiff, and an unknown world lingers at the periphery of your perception. Not one to let it prepare itself, you rise from your bed like an ancient awakening from slumber, and begin your journey through this new world. Or you would have, anyway, had the sounds of coughing and movement halted your body in it's tracks. There seemed to be some life in this chamber yet, though it did not sound familiar. Looking back across the small sea of beds and medical equipment, three other bodies make themselves known by following in your example. Together, the four of you make an even team of two men and two women. You cannot fathom what mechanisms led to your shared awakening, and likewise is the situation with the people you have found yourself sharing a room with. Unpredictable and afraid, they would likely react poorly to each other, or so you think. They give you the feeling of a rugged band of misfits, outcasts to the rest of society, who have no other place to turn. Unlikely that anything would come of it, but retreating into a possibly hostile old hostel such as this could have disastrous consequences on your immediate well being. Not like you could force yourself to go it alone anyway, the fear of the unknown seemed to be compelling you.
It is a night like no other, the feeling it gives you digs a deep pit in your stomach.
The town of Yharnam seemed far removed from the natural cycle of things. Where hamlets and villages fell to their shortcomings, the city seemed to prosper. Disease and ruin seemed faded from their memories like an ill-received nightmare. Something was not quite right, and yet you still let your better judgement be clouded by your needs. Whatever they might have been, you checked into the clinic in the darker part of town to sort them through for good. Then it was there that the truth struck you quite profoundly, but it was quite truly too late. Now, coursing through your veins, was liberation from your shackles of fate. No longer did your being suffer, your soul could finally rest. And yet still peace eluded you, like chasing rays of moonlight in a smoke filled room. A dense fog began clouding your mind, quietly singing a lullaby.
Before long you feel yourself lulled to sleep.
And then the visions began, cursed scrying into realms beyond your understanding as you slept. It started with simple whispers, taunting you from the edge of darkness, to replacing your dreams with horrific nightmares of alien rituals and ungodly abominations. Beings that lurk in the shadows, watching the masses with twisted fervor. Eternal slaughter. Unbreakable evils. Your mind has begun the terrible fall into madness, or so you believe. None of this could be the machinations of a sane person! And yet you feel cleaner and more clear-headed than ever. Your thoughts are focused, your will is steady. You can feel the pulse of your own heart beating out of your chest. Suddenly, light floods your darkened reality. No longer a slave to the nightmares terrorizing you, you float upwards, towards your point of origin.
You feel the warm embrace of something just beyond.
And you wake up in your bed, the same bed from the night of your infusion. Or not, as it turns out. The room you remember being inebriated within has shifted in appearance.
It's been quite some time since your infusion, you can plainly see. The clinic that old man had treated you in was dusty and ruinous, falling apart wherever your gaze went. No longer did that cleanly odor permeate your senses, no, it had been long replaced by the universal sign of decay. No patients had been treated in this room for years, decades even. As your atrophied body snapped itself into motion, twinges of pain could be felt through your aching joints. It felt as if you had been in a coma for that long as well, like the infusion had set you into a deep, deep sleep. Your lungs were hard pressed to draw breath, your eyes too dry to blink.
It felt like death had forgotten your soul in your mortal body.
Your mind is foggy, your movements stiff, and an unknown world lingers at the periphery of your perception. Not one to let it prepare itself, you rise from your bed like an ancient awakening from slumber, and begin your journey through this new world. Or you would have, anyway, had the sounds of coughing and movement halted your body in it's tracks. There seemed to be some life in this chamber yet, though it did not sound familiar. Looking back across the small sea of beds and medical equipment, three other bodies make themselves known by following in your example. Together, the four of you make an even team of two men and two women. You cannot fathom what mechanisms led to your shared awakening, and likewise is the situation with the people you have found yourself sharing a room with. Unpredictable and afraid, they would likely react poorly to each other, or so you think. They give you the feeling of a rugged band of misfits, outcasts to the rest of society, who have no other place to turn. Unlikely that anything would come of it, but retreating into a possibly hostile old hostel such as this could have disastrous consequences on your immediate well being. Not like you could force yourself to go it alone anyway, the fear of the unknown seemed to be compelling you.
It is a night like no other, the feeling it gives you digs a deep pit in your stomach.
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