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| The Wild Hunt | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 30 2008, 05:09 PM (16 Views) | |
| Batguy | Oct 30 2008, 05:09 PM Post #1 |
Not too shabby
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The Faerie world was in uproar. Not since the last time the Courts had gone to war had there been this much excitement, though the difference now from then was that the air of the Courts was one of great interest and intrigue rather than aggression and fear. The Erlking, Master of the Wildfae, had called the first Wild Hunt on Mortal soil in over three centuries. The wildfae who had pledged themselves to either Queen were disappearing in droves, their old ties superceding any oaths they had taken since, and they flocked en mass to the Erlking's side. In the Wood, the Erlking's realm in the depths of Faerie, the ground teemed with lif and the sky was black with fluttering wings. At the center of this gathering was the Erlking himself, and without a word he raised his spear and threw it into the air. It seemed to puncture the very reality of the realm and then reappear in the Erlking's hand, and where it had struck a hole began to open between worlds. First the flyers went through the great doorway, and then the larger land-bound. When the gate finally hit the earth beneath it the smallest of the wildfae swarmed through like a tide of screaming hunger driven by the great Hounds of the Hunt. With his other hand, the Erlking produced a horn from the aether, and placing it to his mouth he blew a not like the howl of a wolf. The spirits of the dead began to gather, materializing at the Erlking's side from the Netherland, and they too began to flow through the gate. The Erlking could barely suppress a feeling that could only translate as glee; his hounds and his army would flush his prey out into the open, and then he would ride. |
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