"We'll meetcha there," you tell her. "Pretty sure they gave us everythin' they had in that ambush." You turn to face your companion. "That sound good ta you?"
He frowns a tad before looking upwards at the wriggly silhouette that is Ebrietas. "Do you think you could head back to the Chapel and ask Liam if there's anything waiting for us? I know he said he wasn't very involved, but any information helps."
Okay! I'll be back in a little bit.
She swoops away like the world's largest, squishiest owl, leaving you and Simon alone in the Yharnam evening. You look through a few windows while you wait.
"If this is the 'School o' Mensis,' why aren't there any fuckin' classrooms?"
"Open-air teaching? It was something of a fad back in my time."
"Open-air teachin's for when ye've got grass and trees and all the other good nature shit. It's not for sittin' in the middle o' the fuckin' street with cobblestones up yer arse."
"Budget issues, then?"
"I can believe it."
I'm back, Ebrietas announces. Liam says that Mensis was down to a skeleton crew by the time he left; not enough new recruits and the people he and the others kidnapped never got conscripted. He doesn't know what happened to them but he's sure it was really bad.
"Thank you, Ebrietas." Simon turns to you and beckons you to lead. "Shall we?"
You shall. You stroll through the quiet streets, enjoying yourself despite being in the midst of a wretched hive of scum and villainy that you will likely burn to the ground once you've both dealt with your current issues and scrounged up enough buckets of kerosene. You begin sorting through your titanic array of ribald tunes and have narrowed it down to ten by the time you're jumped in an alley.
It's a damn good ambush, all things considered; you wonder if this place offered it as a major. Hopefully his thesis defense wasn't as bad as his actual defense.
You slam the poor sod into one wall and then the other, using him as drum accompaniment for your mental rendition of "What's Left of the Flag." He goes limp three or four smacks in, but you keep at it until you reach the chorus. Simon helpfully pulls the knife out of your kidneys.
You look down at the limp pile of broken everything and grin. "Looks like this crew-"
"If you're making a pun on 'skeleton crew,' I'm leaving."
"Can't blame a man for takin' a gimme."
"Watch me."
I'm sure it would have been funny, Ebrietas chirps as consolation.
The Mensisites (Mensislings?) hit you a few more times along the way, sometimes in groups of up to four and always in opportune locations. You're not sure if they actually think they can kill you or if it's a widespread case of suicide-by-Anderson. Considering they look like the furry nutters you've dealt with all night, you might be overthinking their motivations.
The two of you reach an open stretch of street that culminates in a sizable plaza flanked by two high walkways. Countless stone figures litter the clearing, frozen in moments of panic. You're reminded of Pompeii, the ancient casts left behind by the relentless onslaught of ash. Some wear street clothes, others the fanciful robes of the Healing Church, and still others what looks like university garb. As you approach the plaza, you see more and more of the petrified students, many of them wearing some sort of tall, thin cage atop their shoulders.
You prod one of them as you pass. It crumbles to nothing at your touch.
"The fuck happened here?" you say.
"I can't even imagine," Simon replies. He sounds genuinely rattled, and considering what he's been through in the Nightmare, that's worrying.
Ebrietas touches down in the plaza as you approach, looking about with naked concern.
Something happened here. There's, there's traces. Like afterimages or echoes.
Or nuclear shadows, you muse.
Mass-scale blood manipulation to pierce dimensional barriers? Would that even work? Maybe with enough raw material, but...
"Ebrietas," you say, recognizing the oncoming tunnel vision of problem solving, "what was the connection point ye mentioned?"
Oh, she replies. It's this, right here. She points to another of the casts, this one seated near the back of the plaza in a position of importance. It's definitely a link to another dimension, but I can't see what that dimension is like. There's something interrupting the connection.
"Can you tell what it is?" Simon asks.
Maybe another one of my kin? But it's not fluctuating at all. The signal's coming from somewhere to the southeast. She flutters up, looks in the indicated direction, and comes down heavily.
It's coming from Byrgenwerth.
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