[Maybe it isn't a surprise that the moment the boats departed from the shoreline, Alucard has tried to document everything that has passed along the shoreline. Oh, well yes. The lighting is absolute garbage and his eyes are hardly what they used to be, but there's still the furious sound of something moving over paper from his seat in the boat.
It doesn't stop until the curtain of strange moss presents itself, and the movement of something overhead (a bat, perhaps? the noise sounds familiar) is made clear. There's a movement of the moss, and it's upwards at whatever is trying to clear the barrier.]
How fascinating--
[Something that only amplifies with the sudden brightness.]
A truly natural defense and barrier.
[Never mind that everything about to pass under is going to be exposed to the same damn thing.]
II. Library
[A day in to library exploration, and Alucard has developed a system for himself that he seems to think will work for the more delicate scrolls. Rather than simply plonk any of the material down on the desks and work, he's found a wide, large board in the market. It's a whole three feet long, so awkward to haul about, but once set up properly? He can place a little extra support under the scroll itself, and keep the ends just a little more stable.
He's sitting in front of this little re-purposing of some old wood with a notebook in hand, focusing on a particularly detailed account of a battle against nomadic tribes. But in hearing a noise just ahead, Alucard looks up from his work.]
Hm?
[He's been asked about translation spells a few times now. He's ready to assist again.]
III. Wild Underground but no david bowie
--Stop.
[Exploring the underground was not a thing of leisure. There was no reason to think it ever might be, and that was no reason to leave it unexplored. Alucard's found that wandering in uncharted lands helps him deeply. City life has never been in his veins.
The dangers are worth it. He's dodged an invested mole already, and ducked beneath bats that he might recognize as friends if he were home.
None of that compares to the noise he's hearing ahead though.
Scrolls back in the library spoke of nomadic tribes here. Fierce and terrifying things, but their level of education and culture unclear. But here, now? Things come into clear focus.
The ears of a particularly fearsome chimera twitch, and Alucard has only just enough time to get his sword out.
Alucard | Castlevania
[Maybe it isn't a surprise that the moment the boats departed from the shoreline, Alucard has tried to document everything that has passed along the shoreline. Oh, well yes. The lighting is absolute garbage and his eyes are hardly what they used to be, but there's still the furious sound of something moving over paper from his seat in the boat.
It doesn't stop until the curtain of strange moss presents itself, and the movement of something overhead (a bat, perhaps? the noise sounds familiar) is made clear. There's a movement of the moss, and it's upwards at whatever is trying to clear the barrier.]
How fascinating--
[Something that only amplifies with the sudden brightness.]
A truly natural defense and barrier.
[Never mind that everything about to pass under is going to be exposed to the same damn thing.]
II. Library
[A day in to library exploration, and Alucard has developed a system for himself that he seems to think will work for the more delicate scrolls. Rather than simply plonk any of the material down on the desks and work, he's found a wide, large board in the market. It's a whole three feet long, so awkward to haul about, but once set up properly? He can place a little extra support under the scroll itself, and keep the ends just a little more stable.
He's sitting in front of this little re-purposing of some old wood with a notebook in hand, focusing on a particularly detailed account of a battle against nomadic tribes. But in hearing a noise just ahead, Alucard looks up from his work.]
Hm?
[He's been asked about translation spells a few times now. He's ready to assist again.]
III. Wild Underground
but no david bowie--Stop.
[Exploring the underground was not a thing of leisure. There was no reason to think it ever might be, and that was no reason to leave it unexplored. Alucard's found that wandering in uncharted lands helps him deeply. City life has never been in his veins.
The dangers are worth it. He's dodged an invested mole already, and ducked beneath bats that he might recognize as friends if he were home.
None of that compares to the noise he's hearing ahead though.
Scrolls back in the library spoke of nomadic tribes here. Fierce and terrifying things, but their level of education and culture unclear. But here, now? Things come into clear focus.
The ears of a particularly fearsome chimera twitch, and Alucard has only just enough time to get his sword out.
Great! This is fine!]
Shit.
IV. Wildcard
Anything not above