Bloodborne 107 Communion

Gascoigne's garb also offered better poison resistance, something he needed during the fight against the blood starved beast. Having more bullets and more blood vials would always give a hunter an advantage against his foes. Surgit didn't bother upgrading his power though. He just bought some more blood vials to be used in the future from the fountain shop. He had about ten in his belt.

If he acted more carefully, he wouldn't need to use all of them during his fights. He browsed the shop more and found out that more weapons were available for him to purchase, provided he had the blood echoes required for them.

He didn't want to focus more on weapons at that moment. He was pretty satisfied with his saw cleaver and didn't bother searching for more. The only thing he managed to confirm was that more badges meant more weapons available to him on the shop. It looked like the messenger in the fountain recognized those badges and offered him more weapons and items to choose from.

He went back inside the workshop, he would've wanted to improve his weapon more but he needed more blood stone shards. In fact, he needed twin blood stone shards and he didn't even know where he could manage to find some.

He sat down on a sofa and tried to recall the events that happened earlier. He was transported to a new place with more dangerous enemies, far more dangerous than the ones he had faced before. The garb he had just purchased allowed him swift movement and more storage, but it wouldn't give him more speed.

In fact, speed and agility were not part of the unique characteristics he could upgrade to become faster. He could increase his skill and it will allow him to perform quicker steps and will give him faster reflexes.

But he wanted to be faster. He wanted to antic.i.p.ate more of those attacks that could instantly kill you. He remembered how the first kidnapper just vanished from sight. He knew that they jumped and landed behind him. But even his own enhanced reflexes and vision didn't allow him to see the speed at which they moved.

He dreaded facing two or three of those at a time. They were dangerous and deadly. He found himself thinking about how much he enjoyed winning. He loved seeing his enemy's blood rus.h.i.+ng out of its body. He enjoyed avoiding a deadly strike then dealing a far deadlier one. That game was dangerous, but winning it was thrilling and he craved more dangers and more victories.

He regretted not having a senior though, someone to give him more information about the places he visited, about the history of the hunters and the healing church. After all, he became part of a special faction within the city of Yharnam.

Hunters were one of the oldest factions to exist and their history was closely linked to the one of the healing church. But Gehrman wasn't very talkative and the only hunters he managed to meet were Francis who appeared to know more than him about the city but chose to conceal most his knowledge; and Alfred who was as clueless as him when it came to matters of the healing church and the hunters.

"Knowledge is power!" He said, imitating one of his old teachers back in the days when he thought he would have a brilliant future. Gehrman had spoken about someplace where hunters could partake in communion however.

Surgit suspected the old senile man of drowning in old glories. But if what he said was true, he may yet find other hunters who could provide him with snippets of information.

He was presented with three choices, each one presented different possibilities. Now that he was back at the dream, he could easily go back to Oedon Chapel and access the tower. He will have to fight the kidnapper once he reaches the base of the tower however.

And if he reaches the base and manages to kill that kidnapper, wouldn't there be others waiting for him at another corner? No he needed to get stronger in order to make short work of any who could get in his way.

He could also go back to the place he was transported to by the kidnapper and explore it further. He might at least find some more information about the purpose of his kidnapping. No other beast had decided to spare his life before.

His third choice however, included going back to Old Yharnam, grabbing the ritual blood he had found in the big cathedral, then perform the ritual at the sacrificial altar in the dream. He had heard about the tombs of the G.o.ds. And he wanted to explore them even further.

At first, it seemed to him that reaching Byrgenwerth was to be his priority and main focus. Even though it remained his ultimate goal, he doubted in his ability to reach the forbidden woods and be able to best the beasts that lurk in there.

He knew himself to be an impatient person. Once he put a goal in his mind, nothing could sway him away from it: not even time. He would want to reach his goal and reach it immediately. And so was the case with his search for Yharnam before.

And what did he find when he finally reached the city of miracles? Beasts and blood and fear welcomed him with open arms. He was healed from his deadly disease indeed but at what price? Following a rumor and some notes he had found carved in the ground could ultimately lead him to something far stronger that he could have ever imagined.

Furthermore he didn't trust Francis. For some reason that man had never inspired trust and his words about Paleblood being the tool to leave the city had some truth in it. But Surgit suspected that there was more to the matter than the old man cared to admit.

His only way to find more information about Paleblood and to get stronger, thought Surgit, was to go into the labyrinth where the tombs of the old G.o.ds lay. Once there, he will find some clue related to the origins of the healing church and what Paleblood really meant.

He left the old cabin that served as a workshop for hunters. Gehrman had disappeared from sight again and Surgit didn't even bother looking for him this time. He knew he had to go to Old Yharnam and then break the seal towards the Pthumerian labyrinth.

That new place could be the source of new information, perhaps even more strength. He was ready to face the dangers in there. Gehrman's words came back rus.h.i.+ng to him: "if the beasts loom large, and threaten to break your spirits, seek the holy chalice; as every hunter before you has. A holy chalice will reveal the tomb of the G.o.ds…where hunters partake in communion."