A collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, li...
Others have come and gone, yet here I remain in the unending labyrinth...
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I was useless on the surface, my sight having left me some years ago. That was until the Healing Church came looking for tomb prospectors; brave souls looking to explore Pthumeru on behalf of the Church. Even should I die, I know it would not be in vain. Every step we take into the sprawling catacombs take us closer to learning the secrets of the Great Ones.
And yet, the longer I'm down here, the more I... I don't know if I would call it seeing, but I can... How to put it into words?
When I first joined the expeditions, I used to rely on my weapon to guide my step, or allow others to help me along. Yet now, I find myself knowing just where to step, knowing where to swing. I am still very much blind, I assure you, and at times my senses fail me, but with each passing day I find myself needing the others less and less. It's almost funny, I feel more at home down here than I did up above.
A hunter found their way down here the other day. It happens on occasion. They chase a beast into the underground, they flee down here to escape a hunt gone wrong. Sometimes simply curiosity gets the best of them. I've helped a fair few back to the surface, though as much as I advise against it, others press on and delve deeper. I have found some, now corpses for the rats to feed upon, others vanish without a trace.
This one was different, however. I can't explain it, but there was something about them. As if there was something compelling them onward, and that they knew that whatever they were searching for, not only would they find it, but they would live to return to "the waking world" as they put it.
I couldn't very well leave them to fend for themselves, not after winning me over like that. So we walked together, fought together, and even took on one of the larger guardians of these tombs. Yet despite these victories, it wasn't enough for them. They had to keep going. I told them I could go no further, at least right away. I had to stay and study what we had found, log my findings, map out the paths we had taken. There was no stopping them.
I have yet to find them since that day, though others have come and gone in their wake, and they too have joined the fallen down here. And yet, among the dead hunters, I have found dead Pthumerians beyond them. Perhaps these hunters slayed them and simply gotten lost before succumbing to their wounds, but I'd like to think it is the work of my friend, prevailing where all others have failed.
I hope I'm right. I hope they find whatever they are looking for. I hope fate brings up together again, and that they share with me that they have accomplished down here, in this unending labyrinth.
