You may have noticed it’s gotten quiet around here. Well, to jump right to the heart of the matter, I’ve currently got quite a lot of work on my plate and haven’t had nearly as much time as I would like to devote to my ongoing projects. Translationborne, Selvarius’s Journal entries, and maybe even regular short stories should hopefully resume soon, but I’ll have to ask you to understand that there will be a few delays in the meantime.
Alas, it seems to take just as long to chronicle this series of events as it did to live through them! Indeed, the others have started to become impatient to move on as I continue to struggle to keep up a careful record of all that befell us underground. Yet however long it takes, this task I have set myself is a crucial one. These things must be written, they must be promulgated, and they must be remembered. I remain committed to these principles, and so I endeavor now to bring my account of that spectacular day to a close.
Continue reading “Selvarius’s Journal 08/08/2017”
In this 13th episode of Translationborne, we come to the end of Old Yharnam, bringing us face to face with the Blood-Starved Beast. This terrifying creature guards the holy chalice that was said to be worshiped here, and which we have come to retrieve. Along the way, the discussion focuses on some key phrases in the Doll’s dialog, information on Byrgenwerth that we learn from Alfred, and some of the ways game stats and their interrelations tie into the story, themes, and translation of the game. As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions (especially if you’d like to share your thoughts on the latest changes I’ve made) please let me know! Thank you for watching, and I hope you enjoy the episode:
It is distinctly odd, scribbling away now in the tranquility of the early morning, with the sun’s rays just barely cresting over the horizon, to think back to that desperate situation just the other day when all of us were deep underground, fighting for our lives. Indeed, the peace of this moment still carries with it an air of unreality after all the confusion we’ve come through, though I am of course grateful for it. Truly, in the moment when that troop of soldiers appeared, chaos seemed to have taken hold of the battlefield.
Continue reading “Selvarius’s Journal 07/25/2017”
As Translationborne reaches its 12th episode, our exploration of Old Yharnam proceeds apace. This time we begin by unlocking a shortcut back to an earlier part of the stage before we ultimately turn our attention to a dilapidated building near the start of the area. Discussion centers around the translation choices made in the item descriptions of Bone Marrow Ash and Beast Blood Pellets, as well as some information Alfred gives us on the Healing Church. As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions (especially if you’d like to share your thoughts on the recent editing changes) please let me know! Thank you for watching, and I hope you enjoy the episode:
Well, what a time to be called away for dinner! Indeed, I seem to have lost track of things entirely, for as far as I was concerned I had only just sat down to take up my chronicle again when all at once it was time to eat. Really, it still amazes me how the hours do slip away once I am engaged in my writing. I’m afraid I won’t have long now before I must rest, but I shall endeavor to carry forward my record of this past day’s events as far as I can before I turn in.
I left off my account with our group all gathering together upon hearing a hushed voice across the length of that lavishly decorated room, beginning to make our way forward to the dais. Durgash was in the lead, striding ahead with his accustomed confidence, when all at once a skittering swarm of blackness seemed to erupt from beneath his feet. Fortunately, he was on the alert, and managed to skillfully jump away, avoiding any injury he might otherwise have taken.
As he landed, though, we all got a better look at the swarming mass of blackness on the floor before us, and I discovered to my horror that there was nothing of an arcane nature about it. No, instead we found ourselves facing a horde of spiders, all moving together as a single mass, in a most unnatural fashion. In that moment, I fear I lost myself briefly. All I could do was stare down in grotesque fascination as that writhing, squirming cloud of small black forms inched its way towards us.
Continue reading “Selvarius’s Journal 07/11/2017”