Ahh… You’ve found yourself a hunter… Hello, good hunter. I am a doll, here in this dream to look after you. You will hunt beasts… and I will be here for you, to embolden your sickly spirit. Over time, countless hunters have visited this dream. The graves here stand in their memory. It all seems so long ago now… Ahh, the little ones, inhabitants of the dream… They find hunters like yourself, worship ,and serve them. Speak words, they do not, but still, aren’t they sweet? Ah-hah, you must be the new hunter. Welcome to the Hunter’s Dream. I am… Gehrman, friend to you hunters. This was once a safe heaven for hunters. A workshop where hunters used blood to enhance their weapons and flesh. We don’t have as many tools as we once did, but… You’re welcome to use whatever you find. … Even the doll, should it please you… Don’t think too hard about all of this. Just go out and kill a few beasts, it’s for your own good. You know, It’s just what hunters do. Did you speak with Gehrman? He was a hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise them. He is obscure, unseen in the dreaming world. Still, he stays here, in this dream… … such is his purpose… Oh, you must be a hunter. I’m Gilbert, a fellow outsider. Paleblood, you say? Hmm… Never heard of it. But if it’s blood you’re interested in, you should try the Healing Church. The church controls all knowledge on blood ministration, and all varieties of blood. Across the valley to the East of Yharnam lies the town of the Healing Church, known as the Cathedral Ward. And deep within the Cathedral Ward is the old grand cathedral. The birthplace of the Healing Church’s special blood, or so they say. The hunt is on tonight. This might be your chance… Honorable hunter, pursue the echoes of blood, and I will channel them into your strength. Let me stand close. Now, shut your eyes… Farewell, good hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world. Yes, I see… But the great bridge is the only way to the Cathedral Ward. And during the hunt, the bridge is closed… Hmm… You could try the aqueduct? There’s a rather, how shall I put it, colourful area south of the great bridge. From there, an aqueduct leads to the Cathedral Ward. Not a place you’d normally want to visit, but… I don’t imagine you have much of a choice. Do you? Are you a hunter? Really? Then, please, will you look for my mum? Daddy never came back from the hunt, and she went to find him… I’m all alone… and scared… Oh, I mustn’t forget. If you find my mum, give her this music box. It plays one of daddy’s favorite songs. And when daddy forgets us we play it for him so he remembers. Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you’ve been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. There are no humans left. They’re all flesh-hungry beasts, now. You still have dreams? Tell the little doll I said hello… Heh… No matter. Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves. A hunter must hunt. …Beasts are all over the shop… …You’ll be one of them, sooner or later… … What’s that smell? The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It’s enough to make a man sick… Oh, hello there. I must warn you, not to go near the Tomb below Oedon Chapel in the Cathedral Ward. Henrik, an old hunter, has gone mad. And he’s my mark… That wasn’t necessary of ya. But you have my thanks. We made it with our lives… You’re not bad at all. You must have killed Gascoigne as well then. He was falling apart, I’m sure it had to be done. But try to keep your hands clean… A hunter should hunt beasts. Leave the hunting of Hunters, to me. Heh heh… The moon is close. It will be a long hunt tonight. If the beasts loom large, and threaten to crush your spirits, seek a Holy Chalice. As every hunter before you has. A Holy Chalice will reveal the tomb of the gods… … where hunters partake in communion… Most of the Holy Chalices lie deep within the tomb of the gods. And the few that found their way to the surface… Were lost again in the hands of men. But if the old hunter tales remain true… one of the Holy Chalices is worshipped in the valley hamlet. Yet the town is in disarray… It was burned and abandoned, for fear of the scourge, home now only to beasts. A town of beasts… The perfect place for a hunter, wouldn’t you say? You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you? That’s precisely how I started out! Oh, beg pardon, you may call me Alfred. Protégé of Master Logarius, hunter of Vilebloods. Our prey might differ, but we are hunters, the both of us. Why not cooperate, and discuss the things we’ve learned? We are, after all, fellow hunters, and tonight we hunt! Oh-hoh! Very good! May the good blood guide your way. You there, hunter. Didn’t you see the warning? Turn back at once. Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is now home only to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. I should think you still have dreams? Well, the next time you dream, give some thought… to the hunt… Well, well… What brings you to Old Yharnam? I’ve no interest in matters further up, but you must not disturb this place. The beasts do not venture above, and mean no harm to anyone. I no longer dream, but I was once a hunter,
too. There’s nothing more horrific than a hunt. In case you’ve failed to realize… The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people. One day, you will see… Hmm, it’s time you got going… Go, I say! You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it. Mm? 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 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. If you happen upon someone while hunting, tell ’em about this here Oedon Chapel. If they seem worth being told that is… Oh, and I do sincerely hope they are… Hee hee… Oh, you’re a hunter, aren’t ya? Then, well, do you know of any safe places? I’ve heard, I have. Shutting up indoors isn’t always enough. Well, if you hunters got off your arses, we wouldn’t be in this mess! You’re obligated to help me, you hear? So, what’ll it be? Are you gonna tell me, or not? Well, what do you know? An outsider worth a lick of salt. Well, don’t just stand there! Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats! Get this mess done with! Oh, enough with you! Trot along, chop, chop! Ahh, the hunter! Thank you. So, that old girl, you told ‘er about this place, right? Well, she don’t offer me much in the way of conversation, but still… I’d rather see ‘er alive anyhow… If you find any sane survivors, tell ’em to seek shelter at Oedon Chapel. Cause there’s nothing to fear here… Ha hah ha! Oh, no. I haven’t forgotten. Do you think I owe you something? Well, that’s a fine lark, I’d say! This whole mess that Yharnam’s in, it’s all your fault. You fidgety outsiders! Our blood’s ruined, tainted by your ilk. Don’t you come near me! I know your type. Oh, merciful gods, help me… In the name of the Healing Church, cleanse us of this horrible dream… In the name of the… Ohh! Please, leave me be… Don’t take me, please… You’re a hunter, aren’t you? You’ve come to save me… Ahh! Thank you, dear saint! I have no words to express my relief… 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… Do you know somewhere that might take me in? Oh, thank you so much! I’ll set out as soon as I can. I pray for success on your hunt, kind hunter. Ahh, the hunter! Thank you. So, that ‘oly woman, you told ‘er about this place, right? Well, she don’t offer me much in the way of conversation, but still… I’d rather see ‘er alive anyhow… And… I sort of hoped that, my asking you, turned out to, you know, help ’em out in the end… I’ve never been of any use to anyone, you see… Just, happy about it, is all… Ha ha! Oh, brave hunter, you’re alive. Thank you very much. The town is in disarray, but there are still people here. Together, we await the help of the Healing Church. I cannot begin to express my gratitude to you. The only thing that I can offer… is my own lowly blood. If it would suffice… Yes, of course! Come in close… Now, take my blood… Brave hunter, please give me a little more time… There are others in need of my blood. Ahh… Welcome home, good hunter. I must have drifted off… Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But… do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course… I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me? The Healing Church is the fountainhead of blood healing. I have heard that the holy medium of blood healing is venerated in the main cathedral. And that councilors of the old church reside in the high stratum of the Cathedral Ward. If you seek blood healing, and the church is willing, you should pay them a visit. Seek the old blood. Let us pray… let us wish… to partake in communion. And feast upon the old blood. Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood… But beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented. Master Willem, I’ve come to bid you farewell… Oh, I know, I know… You think, now, to betray me. No, but you will never listen. I tell you, I will not forget our adage. We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes are yet to open… -Fear the old blood.
-Fear the old blood. I must take my leave… By the gods, fear it, Laurence… Ohh, how did we ever get into this mess… Oh, the good old days, what a laugh, eh? Oh, thank goodness. You’re a hunter, aren’t you dear? Might you know of a safe place? The night is long and I’ve very little of the incense left… Oh, thank you, dear. Perhaps I’ll see you there! You… you’re not from around here, are ya? What, an outsider who’s come to join the hunt? What a pathetic idea. What’s this two-bit nonsense you’re peddlin’? I heard you tell that wench about some shelter. Well, she’s a damn fool to trust an outsider. Why? Well, her sort’s probably just fixin’ to thieve some of your coin, hah hah hah! Oh, alright. What crafty lies does the outsider have today? You think I’m an easy mark? Yeah? Well, give me your best shot. Go on then, fine. Go on, tell me all about it, your little safe haven, hah hah… Hmph! Yeah, sorry, too sharp for that bollocks. I know a superstition when I hear one. Outsiders… even their lies are predictable. Ahh, kind hunter. Thank you. So, that lady, you told ‘er about this place? Well, she… she actually talks to me! Well, only now and then, and she don’t mince words… But… she’s a kind one, I can tell. A good woman! Hee hee… Oh, hello dear. The whole town’s turned, has it? Quite a big family now, aren’t we? Though I’m afraid I seem to be the black sheep, heh… You weren’t lying, this is a safe place. Thank you. I am in your debt. I’d like to tender my thanks, but I can’t imagine what to offer. All I can give is my blood, but would you even take a whore’s blood? Oh, good. Come close, dear. Don’t worry, I’ve done this before. Heh heh! Ah, you, the swindlin’ offcomer. Did you really think that’d work? I’ll spare you one nugget of advice. Beware the blind man. There, the beggar sits, at the bottom of the bloody food chain… … and then he’s here, acting like he owns the place… He’s not to be trusted. What’s he want with all those people anyway? That little weasel has a murky past, I’m tellin’ ya. Beware the lady of the night. I can see it in her eyes… She deeply resents the young saint. She hears people whisper, she knows what people think of her. Yes… She despises the saint for having what she doesn’t. Bloody wench, they shoulda moved her on ages ago. Oh, brave hunter, you’ve returned, unharmed. Don’t you want to be treated, with blood? I only wish to be of help. Forgive me, I… I should’ve known better. What would a brave hunter do with lowly blood like mine? Please, forget I even asked. Oh! Blimey! Don’t scare me like that. On a night like this… I took you for a monster. Oh, thank the stars, you’re fairly normal… Well, if you’re a hunter, then… You find any nice, cosy places to hole up in? This whole place is falling apart, once again. It’s the curse of Yharnam… Well, I’ll be! Thank you! It’s about time I made a move. I can’t very well stay out on me own… Oh, you’ve given me hope… Terribly kind of you. Oh, kind hunter… The old man, the old man you sent over… He’s dead… Killed stone dead… Musta been a beast, right? …Or, d’ya think someone out there could’ve… I… I… just don’t… ahh… It’s my fault. All mine… Ahh, hello again. I owe this to you. It’s a wonderful place. They even let beggars like myself in! What’s better, we keep our distance, don’t step on anyone’s toes, right? The way proper Yharnamites ought to live! Heh heh… I really do owe you a terrible lot. Finding me such a nice place to live… Oh-hoh… It’s everything Yharnam ever had, and more! Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your… animal intuition? Ah, it doesn’t even matter. You hunters have got more blood on your hands. Die! Die, die! Hunters are killers, nothing less! You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this! Oh, you are a sick puppy! You drink the blood of half the town, and now this! And you talk of beasts? You hunters are the real killers! Rancid beasts, every last one of us… Oh-hoh! Good to see you safe. Now, let’s think up something to discuss. Just tell me what piques your interest. Byrgenwerth is an old place of learning. And the tomb of the gods, carved out below Yharnam, should be familiar to every hunter. Well, once, a group of young Byrgenwerth scholars discovered a holy medium deep within the tomb. This led to the founding of the Healing Church, and the establishment of blood healing. In this sense, everything sacred in Yharnam can be traced back to Byrgenwerth. But today, the college lies deep within a tangled wood, abandoned and decrepit. And furthermore, the Healing Church has declared Byrgenwerth forbidden ground. Oh, Laurence… what’s taking you so long… I’ve grown too old for this, or little use now, I’m afraid… Laurence… Master Willem… Somebody, help me… Unshackle me, please, anybody… I’ve had enough of this dream… Somebody, please… Look at you, just the same as all the rest… The hunters must die… The nightmare must end… Only I can stop this madness! Heh heh heh… O Flora, of the moon, of the dream. O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients… Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm… Do you hear our prayers? As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy. The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight. The beasts cannot be stopped! What good are hunters now? Enough of this terrible dream! Death to hunters! Hah hah hah! Ahh! Now I’m waking up, I’ll forget everything.. Oh… I’m afraid I’ve made a bit of a blunder. Don’t worry, I’ve taken blood. Enough to save an old woman. No more dreams for me. This is my last chance. What a fool I am. I don’t seem to be apt for this life anymore… My glory days were long ago now… Ahh, my eyes grow heavy… Let me rest a while… Oh, there you are… Forgive me, I’m a bit out of sorts. So, no blood today, I’m afraid. Oh, there’s something wrong with me… Oh, brave hunter, you’ve returned, unharmed. I only wish to be of help. Oh, brave hunter, I pray for your safety… Heh heh… I don’t suppose there’s anybody out there worth savin’ anymore. But you did all ya could. Ahh, makes me think, once dawn breaks, maybe I can just, you know, start over. If you please, kind hunter… When the night of the hunt passes, s’pose, we could be friends, maybe? If you wouldn’t mind, of course! Heh heh… I’m… overjoyed! Really… That you’d even give me the time o’day! Heh heh heh! My sweet hunter… hehehe… Your blood is tainted… I can’t… I will never leave your side… What have I done? Ahh… It can’t be! This is a nightmare! Ah-hah! there’s something I want to tell you. A bit of wisdom, from the eminent Master Logarius. Once, a scholar betrayed his fellows at Byrgenwerth, and brought forbidden blood back with him to Cainhurst Castle. It was there, that the first of the inhuman Vilebloods was born. In his time, Master Logarius led his executioners into Cainhurst Castle to cleanse it of the Vilebloods. But all did not go well and Master Logarius became a blessed anchor, guarding us from evil. The Vilebloods are fiendish creatures, who threaten the purity of the Church’s blood healing. The Ruler of the Vilebloods is still alive today. …Tragic, tragic times… that Master Logarius should be abandoned in the accursed domain of the Vilebloods. I must free him, so that he may be properly honored in martyrdom. Visitor… I claim no subjects, but here lieth Our throne. Kneel afore Us… or get thee gone. Visitor… Moon-scented hunter… I am Annalise, Queen of Castle Cainhurst. Heh heh heh… Ruler of the Vilebloods, and sworn enemy of the church. Yet, Our people are murdered, and We are prisoner to this wretched mask. We’ve tired of these piteous nights… Share in Our plight, and take oath against the church. If thou wouldst this path walk… I prithee partake of my rotted blood. A wise choice… There is no more to be said. Away from mine gaze. For the honour of Cainhurst. Ah-hah! Is that… the Sigil of Cainhurst? I’ve heard tell of Cainhurst nobles, and their amusingly pompous invitations. Wonderful! I thank you profusely… I will depart immediately. Ahh, I feel my master’s hand at work. Praise the good blood! It has been an honor, but I must say good-bye. Let us cleanse these tarnished streets. And may the good blood guide your way. Vileblood or no, forget not; We are thy Queen. Bend the knee. Such impudence. Defiled, are We, yet still Queen. We shall not give audience to an ill-mannered beast. Get thee gone. If only Our life was so easily forfeit… Unclean wench! Vile monstrosity! Bloody fool! As you deserve! Master, look! I’ve done it, I’ve done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp! There, you filthy monstrosity! What good’s your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh heh hah hah haah! He he heh… Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I’ve done it! Well? Isn’t it wonderful? Now master can be canonised as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I’ve done it, I have! Hah hah hah hah! The Healing Church and the Blood Ministers who belong to it were once guardians of the hunters, in the times of the hunter… Ludwig. They have much to offer you. And so, heed the message of your forebears. Curse the fiends, their children too. And their children, forever true. You’re a hunter with your sanity, aren’t you? Must’ve taken a wrong turn then, eh? Well, we’re more alike than you think. This is the Hunter’s Nightmare, where hunters end up when drunk with blood. You’re seen them before. Aimless, wandering hunters, slavering like beasts. This is what the poor fools have to look forward to. So, don’t be brash, turn back before it’s too late. Unless, you’ve something of an interest in nightmares? Ahh, yes, I see… You sense a secret within the Nightmare, and cannot bear to leave it be. As if the spirit of Byrgenwerth lives on within you! Such inquisitive hunters will relish the Nightmare. But beware, secrets are secrets for a reason. And some do not wish to see them uncovered. Especially when the secrets are particularly unseemly… Ahh, ahh, please… help us… An unsightly beast… A great terror looms… Ahh… Ludwig the Accursed is coming. Have mercy… Have mercy upon us… Aah, you were at my side, all along. My true mentor… My guiding moonlight… Good hunter, have you seen the thread of light? Just a hair, a fleeting thing, yet I clung to it, steeped as I was in the stench of blood and beasts. I never wanted to know, what it really was. Really, I didn’t. Even in this darkest of nights, I see… the moonlight… Tell me. Are my Church hunters the honorable spartans I hoped they would be? Oh, my. Just as I feared. Then a beast-possessed degenerate was I, as my detractors made eminently clear. Does the nightmare never end?! Oh, he’s well and truly gone, now. A tragic figure. But he will shame himself no longer. He wasa true hero… Here, this is Ludwig’s guiding Light. The blinding thread, that lead, and mislead, that consummate hero. The poor brute… Do you know why the Hunters are drawn to this Nightmare? Because it sprouted from their very misdeeds. Things that some would rather keep secret. A pitiful tale of petty arrogance, really. High time someone exposed the whole charade. Go on ahead. You seek nightmares, and the secrets within, do you not? But beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented. Oh, Lady Maria… Save me, please… I don’t hear anything… Ahh, Lady Maria, Lady Maria. Please. Take my hand. Please. Help me… don’t let me drown… Plip, plop, plip, plop… Splish, splash, splish, splash… Listen close… and you, too, will hear… The sound of water… Have you heard how curiously the sea churns? Like a storm, but like the rain, only gentle, like dripping water… It bellows, from deep inside of me… Up through my insides. But gently, like little droplets… Oh, hello. Not a pretty sight, is it? The true face of the blood-worshipping, beast-purging Healing Church. But that’s not all. You seek the secrets held by the Nightmare, do you not? Then here’s what you must do. Climb the Astral Clocktower, and kill Maria. She hides the real secret… Go on. Kill Maria atop the Astral Clocktower. I have failed. Please, Lady Maria… A corpse… should be left well alone. Oh, I know very well. How the secrets beckon so sweetly. Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you, from your wild curiosity. Good hunter. This may sound strange, but… Have I somehow changed? Moments ago, from some place, perhaps deep within, I sensed a liberation from heavy shackles. I-I can’t remember, not a thing, only… I feel… A yearning… Something I’ve never felt before… What’s happening to me? Tell me hunter, could this be joy? Ahh… Byrgenwerth… Byrgenwerth… Blasphemous murderers… Blood-crazed fiends… Atonement for the wretches… By the wrath of Mother Kos… Mercy for the poor, wizened child… Mercy, oh please… Mercy for the poor, wizened child… Let the pungence of Kos cling, like a mother’s devotion… Lay the curse of blood upon them, and their children, and their children’s children, for evermore. Each wretched birth will plunge each child into a lifetime of misery. A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea, source of all greatness, all things that be. A call to the bloodless, wherever they be. A call to the bloodless, wherever they be. Listen for the baneful chants. Weep with them, as one in trance. And weep with us, oh, weep with us… Undending death awaits those who prey into the unkown… …Oh, you, I’m afraid, I’ve made a botch of things… …I can hear the bell, now… …The beast-hide assassin, he’s after me… Again and again… It never ends… … Please, I need you to do something… …This village is the true secret. Testament to the old sins… …It feeds this Hunter’s Nightmare… …Please, bring to an end the horror… …So our forefathers sinned? …We hunters cannot bear their weight forever… …It isn’t fair, it just isn’t fair… … Ahh, sweet child of Kos, returned to the ocean. A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea. Accepting of all that there is, and can be. Oh, good hunter. I can hear Gehrman sleeping. On any other night, he’d be restless, but on this night, he sounds so very calm. Perhaps something has eased his suffering… Good hunter, you have come… Dawn will soon break… This night, and this dream, will end. Gehrman awaits you, at the foot of the great tree. Go on, good hunter… May you find your worth in the waking world. Good Hunter, you’ve done well. The night is near its end. Now I will show you mercy. You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed from this terrible Hunter’s Dream. Farewell, my keen hunter. Fear the Blood. Dear, oh dear. What was it? The Hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible dream? Oh, it doesn’t matter… Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt. You must accept you death. Be freed from the night… The night, and the dream, were long… And so, the hunt begins again… O Flora, of the moon, of the dream. O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients… Let the hunter be safe, let her find comfort. And let this dream, her captor… foretell a pleasant awakening… …be, one day, a fond, distant memory…