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Praise the good blood! And let us cleanse these tarnished streets!
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 hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha haah!
A hunter’s grudge is an awful thing.
You must find your own way on this hunt.
As I have mine.
(Alfred, Hunter of Vilebloods)
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.
Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts themselves.
Few hunters can resist the intoxication of the hunt.
Look at you, just the same as all the rest...
The beasts cannot be stopped! What good are hunters now!?
(Eileen the Crow)
Beasts all over the shop... You'll be one of them, sooner or later...
AAh, what's that smell...
The sweet blood, ooh, it sings to me! It's enough to make a man sick.
Ah! Ahh! What’s wrong with you? I’m your mother, don’t you see?
(Lonely Old Woman)
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.
Dear, oh dear. What was it? The Hunt?
The Blood? Or the horrible dream? Oh, it doesn't matter...
It always comes down to the Hunter's helper to clean up after these sort of messes.
Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt.
You must accept your death. Be freed from the night.
The night, and the dream, were long...
(Gehrman, the First Hunter)
Heh heh, you devious rat! The makings of a true hunter, this lass(fellow).
Very well, then there's no need to hold back. The beasts will feast tonight.
There's nothing more horrific than a hunt.
In case you fail to realize… the things you hunt, they're not beasts, they're people.
One day you will see.
When the frail of heart join the fray… the hunter, becomes the hunted.
But remember one thing, you're not hunting beasts…
it's you… You're the beast, just think about what you're doing.
It's utter madness…
(Retired Hunter Djura)
Ahh, Kos... Or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now...!
Ah hah hah ha!
Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream.
But, alas, not too fast!
The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm… Do yor 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!
A grand lake of mud, hidden now from sight.
The cosmos, of course! Let us sit about, and speak, feverishly.
Chatting into the wee hours of... new ideas, of the higher plane!
Ahhhhh! Ahh! Ahhhhh! Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
(Micolash, Host of the Nightmare)
Farewell, good hunter.
May you find your worth in the waking world.
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?
O Flora, of the moon, of the dream.
O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients.
Let the hunter be safe, let him/her find comfort.
And let this dream his/her captor… foretell a pleasant awakening.
Be one day, a fond, distant memory…
This grave stands in memory of a hunter I once knew.
Though enchanted by the dream, he\she remained strong, and eventually saw the light of dawn.
I pray that you've found meaning, and comfort, in the waking world.
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.
Not that I would know... How passing strange...
Aah, you were at my side, all along.
My true mentor... My guiding moonlight...
*pick up his Holy Moonlight Sword *
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. *howl wildly*
Ah, good...that is a relief.
To know I did not suffer such denigration for nothing.
Thank you kindly. Now I may sleep in peace.
Even in this darkest of nights, I see... the moonlight...
([DLC] Ludwig, The Accursed)
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...
…We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.
Our eyes are yet to open…
No matter. Such details are trifling.
We're fast friends by now.
Let this express what words cannot.
*gives Anti-Clockwise Metamorphosis rune*
Oh, doubt me not, sweet compeer.
What is friendship, but a chance encounter?
(Patches, the Spider)
The blood makes us human, makes us more than human, makes us human no more…
(Official Story Trailer)
Shrouded by night but with steady stride.
Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the Church
Beasts are a curse, and the curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the Church.
([DLC] Yama-mura the Wanderer)
Ahh, a new face are you?
And an accomplished hunter... it would appear.
I am Valtr, Master of The League, members of The League cleanse the streets of all the filth that's spread about during the hunt.
Like any half-decent hunter ought to, you know?
Haven't you seen enough of these wretched beasts, freakish slugs and mad doctors?
Sentence these fiends to death, with the help of your League confederates!
Well then, you've seen enough out there?
Fancy joining the ranks of The League?
Yes! As a hunter well should!
Commit the start! Our own Caryll Rune, symbol of The League.
The night brims with defiled scum, and is permeated by their rotten stench.
Just think, now you're all set to hunt and kill to your hearts content.
Hunt in co-operation with your fellows, your league confederates.
Now, there is one thing you must know...
By the oath of The League, those who bear its rune will see Vermin.
Vermin writhe deep within all filth, and are the root of man's impurity.
All… Vermin are to be crushed.
The League exists to expunge all Vermin, ridding us of any trace of human corruption.
And so, until we are rid of all Vermin, you must continue to hunt and kill.
This bloody fate is ours alone.
Do not expect the world to grasp our work…
But remember, the confederates will always have my blessing…
And each-other. Always.
Ahh, very good! You've crushed some Vermin.
I'm the master of The League I can see it in your eyes.
I'm pleased, this makes you a true fellow of The League.
Now, take this staff... a symbol of our oath, of our blood-drenched fate.
You will be welcomed as a true confederate, go forth, with renewed vigour.
In short time, you will see... How the mission takes hold of one’s spirits.
Hello, confederate. Has your stomach not turned?
Turned at the world of man, so wondrously wretched!
And brimming with unsightly vermin.
Much like our very own mission.
Hah hah ha ha ah!
Well, how quaint. You scoff at The League!?
Then you are yourself, a beast! A defiled mess of rotten flesh!
When you are dead, your rank blood will curdle with Vermin!
Vermin writhe and squirm, you vile lout!
([DLC] Valtr, Master of the League)
Beware, secrets are secrets for a reason.
...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...
([DLC] Simon, the Harrowed)
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.
([DLC] Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower)
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… here it comes up through my insides, but gently, like little droplets…
([DLC] Clocktower Patients)
Atonement for the wretches…
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.
Mercy, for the poor, wizened child...
Let the pungence of Kos cling, like a mother's devotion...
Curse here, curse there. A curse for he, and she, why care.
A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea, source of all greatness, all things that be.
Listen for the baneful chants. Weep with them, as one in trance.
And weep with us, oh, weep with us...
([DLC] Fishing Hamlet Priest)