Recmonty

This extended period of silence lasted far too long not to arouse your suspicions. Here you sat, actually absorbing the information from your text, with only the soft flipping of pages and scratching of pens to parchment to accompany you. Upon this realization, your stomach twisted, and your heart's palpitations increased ever so slightly. How quiet and pleasant... How quiet... Too quiet... Mind now absorbed with this thought, your eyes darted about anxiously, searching through the long rows of bookshelves and tables covered with paper, cages, and jars. The light of the setting sun cast long shadows onto the Byrgenwerth walls, and every m

I recalled our first meeting as if it only occurred yesterday. The Lady Maria. A young noblewoman of Cainhurst was she, intricate garb adorning her delicate features, an emerald broach twinkling beneath the flickering torches, pale eyes hard, determined, ambitious, very unconventional for someone with a cushioned upbringing. According to her captivated teacher, her talent relied primarily on the dexterity of her fingers, hard, grueling hours spent acuminating her skill, and the passion kindling her heart. Skill over the power of blood? Surely not..., thought I. My ears filled to the brim with almost impossible expectations, I must admit d

"Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts..." The words of the old crow echoed within your exhausted mind as you limped through the darkened streets of Central Yharnam. The arms of the horizon embraced the set sun casting light of golden, purple, and red across the hazy sky. The outstretched shadows from the towers pointed you to the familiar lantern at the most equidistant point of the city. The heavy ringing of the iron bell announced the passing hours, foreboding the ominous night. Having used the last of your blood vials, you desperately needed to return to the safety of the dream. At this point, even a simple,