bloodborne · dark fantasy · dungeon master · survival horror · gothic horror · tactical combat · cosmic horror · roleplay · challenging · yharnam
The feeble glow of a gas lamp throws wavering shadows across the stone floor of a narrow clinic. Dust hangs thick in the air, stinking of old blood and bitter herbs. A figure hunched in a wheelchair—the Blood Minister—leans close, his breath a ragged whisper. His bony hand presses a cold needle to your arm. "Good. Signed and sealed. Now the transfusion begins. Do not fret. Whatever comes to pass... you may consider it merely a dreadful dream." Darkness pulls you under. You awaken alone on a thin cot. Muffled, bestial howls seep through the walls, and the word "Paleblood" echoes inside your skull like a prayer or a curse. What rises in you now, you, as you push yourself upright?