Yharnam's Left Hand

First Vicar of the Healing Church, Archbishop of the Choir, one of many souls adrift in the nightmare.

[sanguis-sanctus]

Sanguis aqua non est

Lectori salutem. All inquiry is directed, unfortunately, to the sprawling realm of nightmares, coined by the ever-presence of @paleblood-satellite after a series of unfortunate events. Yharnam is long gone, it does appear, but her left hand dutifully remains.

I fear I now am of little use as anything but a living archive of all that came before me. This information I give freely, for it is all I have left to give. Interaction is appreciated in this otherwise desolate purgatory.

Pax vobiscum.

Tags proceeding;

#commentarius - miscellaneous record-keeping.

#epistula - asks and their subsequent responses.

#opusarte - scrawls and sketching, et-cetera.

Interested in the all-spanning communication of the nightmare? See #fauna of the deepest sea. This universe plays by the supposed "canon" of #[ in the shadows of the church ♤ ]

[cerebral-cage]

There is now a small family of gryposaurus in the loft yards. Have fun

For all your collective idiocy that you observers bring to my door, I am one part impressed that some of you are still a meager measure creative. What manner of beast.

[cryptidraven]

Dinosaur :)

[cerebral-cage]

...You must be mistaken.

[sanguis-sanctus]

Nothing like your reconstructions, headmaster?

[sanguis-sanctus]

A silver beast hands you a book about dinosaurs. Several books infact

This was some time ago, but let it be known it preceded a well-occupied mind, plenty busy wondering on the marvelous things that came before him.

In the furthest reaches of the sacred labyrinths, it was not uncommon to find unidentifiable remains. Most were disregarded as particularly demented victims of the scourge, but that answer had never quite satisfied me. There was nothing alchemically outstanding about these bones, so it was not worth pursuing in any dedicated sense to my peers, and any attempts of mine to further consider them were unappreciated.

I'd reconstructed them quite differently, although, this does feel awfully vindicating. Much heartbreak stems from a love of those long gone - ask me how I'd know!

[sanguis-sanctus]

A silver beast hands you a collection of hatsune miku memorabilia.

Including several posters and a cardboard cutout

The idols I am witness to on a semi-often basis are a fascinating sort. Colorful, certainly, and I'd be remiss to take that for granted. The study's clutter is, though, becoming the slightest bit irksome.

You know, every time one of these ferrying beasts comes knocking, I expect to be handed something gruesome. An exacting method of penance. I am trying, arduously, not to become suspicious of the benign novelties they bestow.

[gunpowder-ash]

@sanguis-sanctus

I sent you more soup. It should be with the messengers shortly.

It’s a couple containers of different variety.

Loaded baked potato again. Tomato soup. Chicken noodle alphabet soup.

[sanguis-sanctus]

Thank you dearly, thank you kindly, now cease your insistence. Please.

Lend your generosity elsewhere, it is wasted here.

...and you are mildly overestimating my remaining appetite. Not that I do not find myself wanting, but something within me has become long bored with most confectionery. As cathartic as a thing it is.

[paleblood-satellite]

You overwhelm the poor thing!

[sanguis-sanctus]

At the least, I've something other than blood to welcome company with.

[gunpowder-ash]

@sanguis-sanctus

I sent you more soup. It should be with the messengers shortly.

It’s a couple containers of different variety.

Loaded baked potato again. Tomato soup. Chicken noodle alphabet soup.

[sanguis-sanctus]

Thank you dearly, thank you kindly, now cease your insistence. Please.

Lend your generosity elsewhere, it is wasted here.

...and you are mildly overestimating my remaining appetite. Not that I do not find myself wanting, but something within me has become long bored with most confectionery. As cathartic as a thing it is.

[sanguis-sanctus]

I feel the inexplicable urge to say I've never personally issued any poisonings. Further all inquiries regarding poisonings elsewhere.

[sanguis-sanctus]

How the hell are you keeping your antlers clean in that place?

You are…cleaning them. Right?

I can be agitant with the attempts of those beyond to keep me accountable, but I cannot bring myself to blame them.

They do not require much "cleaning" outside of shedding (though I did once make a thorough polishing effort), and I am some demented species of fortunate that they do not seem inclined to velvet recently. If I am to guess, I'd assume it is a steep lack of energy to do so- it takes a substantial amount to foster bone, and there is little to spare in this desolate corner of the universe. Ordinarily, it is only a matter of scraping off excess before it can fall somewhere unseemly.

Regardless, I've hardly three prongs to my name at the sordid moment. There is not much in the way of them to concern myself with in the first place.

[sanguis-sanctus]

“The messengers clamber up to you with jovial sounds and promptly leave a pair of hunter’s bells upon a table for you”

I have, finally, made some sort of progress- I do not know what prompted it, but it appears the Messengers have attempted to repay for what they've taken.

Unfortunately I do not beleive it possibly could be a more dangerous gift. I've moved my arrangement to the other corner of the study as to not cause the things to chime accidentally, as I am sure I would. There was many a time in which I so wished to get ahold of one of these bells- but unsurprisingly, arriving in the land of the blood-drunk muted the urge a little.

[gunpowder-ash]

Do not worry, Vicar.

The bells have been Tuned - for a lack of a better word - to a specific frequency.

all is well.

[sanguis-sanctus]

Good Hunter, in all honesty, you have yet to earn my trust. But my curiosity, I suppose, is comparatively inexpensive. I assure you though, it will not be explored unless there comes an excuse of suitable emergency.

[sanguis-sanctus]

“The messengers clamber up to you with jovial sounds and promptly leave a pair of hunter’s bells upon a table for you”

I have, finally, made some sort of progress- I do not know what prompted it, but it appears the Messengers have attempted to repay for what they've taken.

Unfortunately I do not beleive it possibly could be a more dangerous gift. I've moved my arrangement to the other corner of the study as to not cause the things to chime accidentally, as I am sure I would. There was many a time in which I so wished to get ahold of one of these bells- but unsurprisingly, arriving in the land of the blood-drunk muted the urge a little.

[gunpowder-ash]

Well, after a few days recovery I finally went back outside to catch up on garden chores.

I found out what I saw in the birdbath during my “fit” a few days ago.

Messengers.

Of all the things I expected to find I truly did not expect them for some reason.

The little ones seem rather remorseful for the pain that they inadvertently caused me. Guess they didn’t expect me to have such a violent reaction to that skull.

I accepted the apology of course and have forged a small bond with them. They bring me Knickknacks and bobbles from time to time.

They are quite endearing honestly.

[sanguis-sanctus]

I've come to see your completely ill-advised ventures with some fascination. Having made very little headway with the Messengers, dare I request any details of your dealings with them? At the most, our communications (to be clear, I and the Messengers') have been largely one-sided, I do not believe myself capable of getting through to them- or perhaps they are disregarding me, in favor of hunters? I digress, your accounts seem much more humanizing than my scarce interactions.

I suppose I am becoming something of an ecologist in this hellscape.

[gunpowder-ash]

Admittedly my communications with them are an odd mix of feelings, charades and 20 questions.

They seem to enjoy my company and I’m deeply unsure why they haven’t reached out to you more directly.

I have found that it was them who stole my soup a few days back as the same soup ended up in the hand of a silver beast.

that promptly delivered it to you I assume under the instructions of the messengers themselves.

So perhaps they are just shy?

[sanguis-sanctus]

Interesting as much as it is consistent, I did not expect them capable of speech, at least not as we know it. At the absolute maximum, they mimic the occasional meaningless (to me) gesture, and grasp at anything within grasping distance. They appear to be quite outgoing, and they make lively company, though not the most interactive. Inconsistent with the many descriptions I have gleamed from other hunters, but alas, I am no hunter. I fear that is the difference. I will explore my options and inform as I go.

P.S. Stolen? I was wondering where many odds and ends of mine had gone, and had since blamed the absences on a waning mind... oh dear, I fear I am an accomplice. I apologize for the loss. And for scolding you.

[gunpowder-ash]

Well, after a few days recovery I finally went back outside to catch up on garden chores.

I found out what I saw in the birdbath during my “fit” a few days ago.

Messengers.

Of all the things I expected to find I truly did not expect them for some reason.

The little ones seem rather remorseful for the pain that they inadvertently caused me. Guess they didn’t expect me to have such a violent reaction to that skull.

I accepted the apology of course and have forged a small bond with them. They bring me Knickknacks and bobbles from time to time.

They are quite endearing honestly.

[sanguis-sanctus]

I've come to see your completely ill-advised ventures with some fascination. Having made very little headway with the Messengers, dare I request any details of your dealings with them? At the most, our communications (to be clear, I and the Messengers') have been largely one-sided, I do not believe myself capable of getting through to them- or perhaps they are disregarding me, in favor of hunters? I digress, your accounts seem much more humanizing than my scarce interactions.

I suppose I am becoming something of an ecologist in this hellscape.

[sanguis-sanctus]

“Leaves some soup out for you. loaded baked potato soup specifically”

The creatures that deliver these wills from elsewhere aren't nearly as savage as I've been told by many a well-thrashed hunter. Curious. Excuse the jaggedness, I tremble still, but it is a bewildering sight deserving of some permanence.

I digress. I know who it is from, Hunter. I wish I were in a position to do anything but thank you. Gracious, stubborn soul. You only get this because I cannot imagine a way things of the sort can "fall into the wrong hands."

Gods above, I should know no decadence.

[sanguis-sanctus]

The messengers are lovely if not grotesque things. I have seen countless depictions of them, but never the little creatures themselves, until now- they reveal themselves only to hunters, and obviously, I never was. It seems the dreaming plane makes an exception for this.

They appear to enjoy being read to, as most orphans do. I've found a little solace in their company. I beleive we are equally curious of each other. Soon enough I will have actual notes on their odd existence to share, but for now, I allow myself to enjoy something.

[sanguis-sanctus]

Ominous neighing can be heard coming from outside the lecture hall

I do love horses. The noise was comforting until I remembered where I was. I do not know what sin a horse must commit to land itself here, and I do not think I want to imagine it.

[sanguis-sanctus]

In the dark expense of the lecture hall, I have this terribly persistent feeling that I should be doing something.

[gunpowder-ash]

@sanguis-sanctus

I wish to inform you that I am working on forming more secure and proper supply lines into the nightmare.

Are there any foods or supplies you would like delivered When this service becomes available?

[sanguis-sanctus]

I do not think I can physically express just how much I wish you were not doing that. This is a hell indescribable in its torment. Nothing of worth lies here for those beyond, nothing of honor or acclaim. Whatever you manage to send will end in the most unscrupulous of hands.

I appreciate your tenacity. Kindly put, it is a fool's errand.

...but if you absolutely must, for whatever demented reason, consider something inconvenient delivered to the headmaster. I hear isopods are the new thing.