- The Plain Doll: Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?
- Micolash - Host of the Nightmare: Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
- Micolash - Host of the Nightmare: Ah, Kos. Or some say Kosm. Do you hear our prayers? No! We shall not abandon the dream! No one can catch us, no one can stop us now!
- [laughs manically]
- Suspicious Beggar: You hunters are the real killers! Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your animal intuition? You hunters have got more blood on your hands. Hunters are killers, nothing less! You call ME a beast? A Beast? What would you know? I didn't ask for this! Rancid beasts, every last one of us...
- Blood Minister: Oh, yes... Paleblood... Well, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own... But first, you'll need a contract...
- Patches: What a joy it is, to behold the divine. It must be such a pleasure. You're in my debt, you know. You're in nigh on a beast of the field, but here you are, treading a measure with the gods... Are your feet as fat as your wits? Oh, cease this dithering! Take the plunge! Throw yourself to the wolves!
- Father Gascoigne: What's that smell? The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick...
- Hunter of Hunters: Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. Here, to welcome the new hunter. Prepare yourself for the worst. There are no humans left. They're all flesh-hungry beasts, now... Still lingering about? What's wrong? A hunter, unnerved by a few beasts? Heh heh... No matter. Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts themselves. What are you still doing here? Enough trembling in your boots. A hunter must hunt...
- Iosefka: God, I'm nauseous. Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things. I knew it; I'm different. I'm no beast. Oh God, it feels awful... but it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head. It's rather... rapturous...
- Vileblood Hunter Alfred: Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp! There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see!
- Retired Hunter Djura: You there, hunter. Didn't you see the warning? Turn back at one. Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is now home only to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. Turn back... or the hunter will face the hunt.
- Retired Hunter Djura: You are a skilled hunter. Adept, merciless, half-cut with blood. As the best hunters are. Which is why I must stop you!
- Retired Hunter Djura: [Player Dies] I should think you still have dreams? Well, the next time you dream, give some thought... to the hunt,
- [and its purpose]
- Retired Hunter Djura: Heh heh, you devious rat! The makings of a true hunter, this lass! Very well. Then there's no need to hold back! The beasts will feast tonight!
- Patches: The hours of the night are many, and the beasts more than I can count. A veritable hunt unending! Not even death offers solace, and the blood imbibes you. Ha, a most frightful fate, oh my. But I'm willing to do you a kindness. Step lightly round to the right of the great cathedral, and seek an ancient, shrouded church. The gift of the godhead will grant you strength...
- Ludwig, the Holy Blade: Aah, you were at my side, all along. My true mentor... My guiding moonlight...
- Ludwig, the Holy Blade: Good Hunter of the Church, Have you seen the light? Are my Church Hunters the honorable spartans I hoped they would be?
- [Answer yes]
- Ludwig, the Holy Blade: Ah, good... that is a relief. To know I did not suffer such denigration for nothing. Thank you kindly. Now I may sleep in peace. Even in this darkest of nights, I see... the moonlight...
- [Answer no]
- Ludwig, the Holy Blade: Oh, my. Just as I feared. Then a beast-possessed degenerate was I, as my detractors made eminently clear. Does the nightmare never end?
- Ludwig, the Holy Blade: Good hunter, have you seen the thread of light? Just a hair, a fleeting thing, yet I clung to it, steeped as I was in the stench of blood and beasts. I never wanted to know, what it really was. Really, I didn't.
- [He will then proceed to wail and howl wildly until you kill him, or speak to him while wearing Church Hunter attire]
- Lady Maria of the Astral Clock Tower: A corpse... should be left well alone.
- Lady Maria of the Astral Clock Tower: Oh, I know very well. How the secrets beckon so sweetly.
- Lady Maria of the Astral Clock Tower: Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you from your wild curiosity
- Simon, The Harrowed: You're a hunter with your sanity, aren't you? Must've taken a wrong turn then, eh? Well, we're more alike than you think. This is the Hunter's Nightmare, where hunters end up when drunk with blood. You've seen them before. Aimless, wandering hunters, slavering like beasts. This is what the poor fools have to look forward to. So, don't be brash, turn back before it's too late. Unless, you've something of an interest in nightmares?
- Simon, The Harrowed: [Respond with: Nightmares are fascinating] Ahh, yes, I see... You sense a secret within the Nightmare, And cannot bear to leave it be. As if the spirit of Byrgenwerth lives on within you! Such inquisitive hunters will relish the Nightmare. But beware, secrets are secrets for a reason. And some do not wish to see them uncovered. Especially when the secrets are particularly unseemly...
- Simon, The Harrowed: Yes, as it should be. Hunt your beasts, and think no more on the secrets of the night. That is the very best a hunter can do. Just don't let the blood intoxicate you.
- Simon, The Harrowed: Do you know why the Hunters are drawn to this Nightmare? Because it sprouted from their very misdeeds. Things that some would rather keep secret. A pitiful tale of petty arrogance, really. High time someone exposed the whole charade.
- The Plain Doll: Ahh, the little ones, inhabitants of the dream... They find hunters like yourself, worship, and serve them. Speak words, they do not, but still, aren't they sweet?
- The Plain Doll: Did you speak with Gehrman? He was a hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise them. He is obscure, unseen in the dreaming world. Still, he stays here, in this dream... ... such is his purpose..