Frostborne

A Forgotten Dream

Alina, yet again, found herself awakening. Although this time, she was somewhere completely different. The wooden floors, the scent of blood, the medical instruments, the darkened halls... all gone. Replaced by dirt and stone. The scent of fresh rain and flowers. Stiff from the previous pain... she slowly got to her feet... only to find a small homely house, up some rough, stone work stairs. It seemed out of place, amongst Yharnam architecture... until Alina glanced around... and saw that this little slice of normalcy, which reminded her of home... was completely isolated. The garden ended at a rough, pointed iron fence... there was nothing. A pitfall to a foggy void below, although it wasn't black at the bottom... just gray. What was interesting was the variety of large, stone-like pillars rising from them. Turning back to the house, she walked up the path, towards it. When reaching halfway to the stairs, she felt a presence watching. Turning to look around, there was nothing... except a person apparently sitting on a ledge near the stairs. Carefully approaching, the pale blonde examined her closely. She was definitely a woman... but there were signs to show that this wasn't human. For one, the stillness. Even with the slightly gentle breeze inherent to this place, wherever she was... it didn't move. It's clothes did, finely crafted as the garments were, of wool and cloth, but still she remained. Another clue were the fingers. They were segmented, and appeared too smooth. Grasping them, Alina realized what it was. Porcelain... It's a giant doll.

Glancing around, she searched for any sign of life... but still nothing. Moving past her abandoned form, Alina reached the stairs... where a puddle of gray liquid, with no smell she could identify, began to bubble and froth. Backing up, she was going to run when she found more of those little deformed humanoids, poking out from it. They each held an item, and each were held in such a way as if they were offering it to her. Carefully... she approached. They didn't run, or move toward her. If anything, they appeared to remain submerged in whatever puddle they emerged from in the first place. "Are... are these for me?"

They didn't respond, only looking towards her, expectantly. While their faces may be horrific to look at, the fact they didn't move made it easier to accept them as something... inhuman. They were smart, and appeared to help her. After all, in the terrible dream before, they appeared after the lycan fled... perhaps they were involved, somehow? With renewed confidence... Alina took stock of the options. The first, on the left, was an overexaggerated ax. Its handle was covered in loose wrappings, and there were clear signs that there was more to it. The only logical explanation was that its handle expanded... but that didn't make any sense. How would it remain structurally sound with such a design? Still, it was offered, and to be considered carefully. The option in the middle was more obvious in its design, where it was a Saw. The metal blade was wrapped in bandages of its own, interlacing through its teeth where its edges weren't compromised... and still would tear well enough. The handle was curved, keeping the hand away from the interior of the blade, mostly wrapped in cloth, so that way it wouldn't slip in one's hand, connected to the smooth blade of its own. At the place where the handle and the blade met, there was a hinge, with a handle. Clearly, the weapon could transform, between saw and... cleaver. For beasts, this would be a good weapon to have. Altering ranges, a variety of attacks, and methods. It was versatile. A good choice. A better one than the ax, which appeared to be very heavy and solid. Good for strong warriors... but she was not one as such.