Mortifer
Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.
- Location
- Under a rock.
[X] "Probably somewhere in that mound of flesh that used to be your body. Want me to look for it? It might give ye some peace, knowing where it is before you die."
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
- Start date
[X] "Probably somewhere in that mound of flesh that used to be your body. Want me to look for it? It might give ye some peace, knowing where it is before you die."
- Location
- North of England
- Pronouns
- She/They
[x] "Yer pretty good"
- Location
- Poland
Obviously you are not thinking deep enough.
Healing properties of blood, correct me for remembering wrong but haven't they re grown limbs he- of wait, gehrman would have both legs then.
Well, obviously we must enter Hunter's Limbo, which is where hunter's that die in hunter's nightmare go to!
INCEPTION NOISE
Delta Green
Big Boss
- Location
- Classified
[X] "Yer pretty good"
Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
[X] "Yer pretty good"
[x] "Yer pretty good"
[X] "Yer pretty good"
-[X] "So about that sword."
-[X] "So about that sword."
noahgab1133
Fluffy?
[x] "Yer pretty good"
Now this is an interesting idea. Normally you can only get into the Nightmare after killing Amelia, but Laurence's appearance (and his skull) suggest the Nightmare reacts oddly with beastification. If Amelia's here, I'd certainly want to try taking her with us- maybe Fluffy Poodle will regain her sanity?
...And if we show Nightmare!Amelia the Research Hall first, that might take a little of the shine off the Healing Church for her.
Gotta collect 'em all, where "'em" refers to
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] "Yer pretty good"
spencer1519
(Verified Heretic)
- Location
- Oregon, USA
[X] "Probably somewhere in that mound of flesh that used to be your body. Want me to look for it? It might give ye some peace, knowing where it is before you die."
[X] "Yer pretty good"
-[X] "So about that sword."
-[X] "So about that sword."
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
[x] "Yer pretty good"
So you want to lie and tell him the Church Hunters are well respected or tell him the truth and let him go mad?
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Frankly, Anderson is pretty much his mirror image, in both organization and role. The difference is that Rome mellowed pretty hard in last few centuries, even if in Hellsing's canon they are still holding the position of a fanatical maniacs on a short leash, a little more subtle though
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Close the Book
"Aye, you too," you say. "Ye're pretty good." You're not entirely certain why your fingers just twitched.
Ludwig laughs, head rolling slightly in the newly-stilled mire. "Well said. Might I know your names? We've not had the opportunity for proper introductions."
"Father Alexander Anderson o' the Catholic Church," you reply, then point to your companions in sequence. "Djura and Steffon o' the Powder Kegs..."
"Do you remember me?" Simon interrupts before you can begin his introduction. "We sparred once. You accidentally broke both of my legs."
Ludwig's gaze, easily tracked thanks to general hugeness, roams from Simon's weapon back to his face. You think he grins afterwards, but the number of teeth involved makes it difficult to tell. "Simon, was it not? Apologies once again for that; the Workshop had been quite adamant that their new shin guards were up to snuff.
"I had forgotten," he continues, looking downwards. "I had...I had forgotten quite a lot."
You take a few steps back, the Kegs following your cue.
"You kept attacking even after regaining your senses," says Simon. "Why?"
"My mentor demanded it."
"Your 'mentor' led you to this Nightmare. Left you in this state."
"Do you think me a fool?" Ludwig snaps. "I knew from the moment I awoke what had become of me and why. But I had heeded its guidance for so long. I could not simply stop. I could not render everything I have done meaningless." His rich voice cracks as he searches for the words. "I needed a path to follow. Forgive an old man his selfishness."
Simon, covered in gore and breathing heavily, glares for a moment, then slumps forward with a sigh. He stalks towards the slowly-cooling mound of broken Ludwig bits and pulls out an arrow with grisly schlorp sound. Returning to the head, he nocks the arrow and draws his bow to its full bend. You can almost hear the metal groan in protest.
He pauses, a question he doesn't want to ask hovering in the air.
"Thank you," says Ludwig, and Simon releases the string. The Holy Blade dies with something like a smile.
"I couldn't stand to see him in that state," says Simon, walking back to the body. "Forgive an old man his selfishness." He gets to work yanking out his arrows while you and the Powder Kegs look at one another.
"That was...interesting," says Steffon after confirming that Simon is out of earshot.
"Yep. Gotta say, wasn't expectin' a fight ta the death with a giant horse monster in a room full o' blood ta end like that."
"We should probably make sure he's alright," says Djura.
"I vote you do it," you say.
"Why me?"
"'cus he looks like he's in a stabbin' mood and that broken arm gives ye sympathy points."
"You're the one who regenerates," he counters.
"Which I've already had ta do quite a bit recently, thank ye very much."
"Let's just give him a bit of time," says Steffon. "Come on, let's see if we can get your Stake Driver operational again and salvage those cannonballs."
The two of them wander off to do so, leaving you alone with the corpse now that Simon's moved on to digging his arrows out of the walls. Your eyes are drawn to the great blade, still shining brilliantly despite soaking in blood new and old.
[] Take the sword
[] Don't take the sword
[] Talk to
-[] Who?
[] Stop by the Dream
[] Keep moving forward
Ludwig laughs, head rolling slightly in the newly-stilled mire. "Well said. Might I know your names? We've not had the opportunity for proper introductions."
"Father Alexander Anderson o' the Catholic Church," you reply, then point to your companions in sequence. "Djura and Steffon o' the Powder Kegs..."
"Do you remember me?" Simon interrupts before you can begin his introduction. "We sparred once. You accidentally broke both of my legs."
Ludwig's gaze, easily tracked thanks to general hugeness, roams from Simon's weapon back to his face. You think he grins afterwards, but the number of teeth involved makes it difficult to tell. "Simon, was it not? Apologies once again for that; the Workshop had been quite adamant that their new shin guards were up to snuff.
"I had forgotten," he continues, looking downwards. "I had...I had forgotten quite a lot."
You take a few steps back, the Kegs following your cue.
"You kept attacking even after regaining your senses," says Simon. "Why?"
"My mentor demanded it."
"Your 'mentor' led you to this Nightmare. Left you in this state."
"Do you think me a fool?" Ludwig snaps. "I knew from the moment I awoke what had become of me and why. But I had heeded its guidance for so long. I could not simply stop. I could not render everything I have done meaningless." His rich voice cracks as he searches for the words. "I needed a path to follow. Forgive an old man his selfishness."
Simon, covered in gore and breathing heavily, glares for a moment, then slumps forward with a sigh. He stalks towards the slowly-cooling mound of broken Ludwig bits and pulls out an arrow with grisly schlorp sound. Returning to the head, he nocks the arrow and draws his bow to its full bend. You can almost hear the metal groan in protest.
He pauses, a question he doesn't want to ask hovering in the air.
"Thank you," says Ludwig, and Simon releases the string. The Holy Blade dies with something like a smile.
"I couldn't stand to see him in that state," says Simon, walking back to the body. "Forgive an old man his selfishness." He gets to work yanking out his arrows while you and the Powder Kegs look at one another.
"That was...interesting," says Steffon after confirming that Simon is out of earshot.
"Yep. Gotta say, wasn't expectin' a fight ta the death with a giant horse monster in a room full o' blood ta end like that."
"We should probably make sure he's alright," says Djura.
"I vote you do it," you say.
"Why me?"
"'cus he looks like he's in a stabbin' mood and that broken arm gives ye sympathy points."
"You're the one who regenerates," he counters.
"Which I've already had ta do quite a bit recently, thank ye very much."
"Let's just give him a bit of time," says Steffon. "Come on, let's see if we can get your Stake Driver operational again and salvage those cannonballs."
The two of them wander off to do so, leaving you alone with the corpse now that Simon's moved on to digging his arrows out of the walls. Your eyes are drawn to the great blade, still shining brilliantly despite soaking in blood new and old.
[] Take the sword
[] Don't take the sword
[] Talk to
-[] Who?
[] Stop by the Dream
[] Keep moving forward
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
I say we take the sword and have Gehrman examine it. See if he can learn anything.
NemiTheNen
Perpetual Phone Poster
[X] Take the Sword
->[X] Take the Head
-->[X] Ebrietas sent you in here, she can get you out, all of you. Man deserves a right proper burial
->[X] Take the Head
-->[X] Ebrietas sent you in here, she can get you out, all of you. Man deserves a right proper burial
[X] Send the sword to Sleeveland, deal with it later
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Take the sword
Oh yes.
Well written as always Tricia.
Oh yes.
Well written as always Tricia.