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  • [REVISED] The Queen's smiting of the night stalker

    Recommended Reading Order - Music, Merriment and Surprises; The Queen's Smiting of the Nightstalker; The Queen's Tale of the Wild Hunt

    Twenty-second day, Tenth Moon,
    Eighteenth Year of the Recent Awakenings,

    In accordance to the will of the Lord Chamberlain, and in upholding the duties charged to me as an Senior Chronicler, I hereby submit an account of
    the Queen's Smiting of the Nightstalker.

    An evening of delightful music in the Avalonian Glade turned into a bloody affair after the Nightwalker appeared and attacked late on Sun's day evening, the twenty-secondday of the Tenth Moon.

    While the evening had already been full of pleasant surprises, namely the attendance of Her Royal Majesty, Queen Vivienne, and the Unseelie princess, Princess Maeve -- plus, the first meeting of the two face-to-face -- the appearance of the Wild Hunt creature was definitely an unpleasant curiosity.

    When the nightstalker, a lupine-esque creature that seemed to be made of smoke and shadows, appeared in the pavilion in the Avalonian Glade, members of the Royal Army, Queen's Household and Court leapt into action immediately. Those guests of a brave nature immediately created a defensive barrier around Her Royal Majesty, Queen Vivienne, those unarmed and defenseless members of the Winter Court sought refuge in the corners of the pavilion and under furniture, hopefully away from the attenion of the aggressive beast.

    Both Her Royal Majesty and Princess Maeve summoned their magics, one a bright golden light and the other a dark, fluid purple; the Queen in defense and Maeve in an attempt to recapture the beast.

    The beast prowled the room, its fiery-red eyes taking in the gathered Court, growling and snarling as if it was angry. After some time, it appeared to vanish, and those of the Court began to relax -- some even putting away their weapons.

    However, the nightstalker was not done with its hunt; it reformed from the shadows at the edge of the pavilion and leapt upon ser Pete, tearing into his chest and delivering painful and serious wounds.

    Its blood hot with the hunt, the hound of the hunt leaped off ser Pete to the next nearest target, Princess Maeve, and bore her to the ground where it tore into her gut with its horrendous, predatory claws. The Princess' magic flowed loose, without the Princess' attention to guide it.

    With Maeve so grievously injured, Her Majesty Herself entered the fray, casting the glowing golden magic about Herself outwards to smite the beast, appearing to drive it into oblivion.

    The combination of Her Majesty's Light (Seelie) Magics and Princess Maeve's Dark (Unseelie) magics created a concussive effect in the air, driving many to the ground.

    While everyone stared in horrified silence, overcome by the sudden attack and the severity of the wounds dealt to the Princess and ser Pete, the Unseelie Princess burst into upset tears, apologizing profusely to everyone, noting that she had "just wanted to come for the music."

    Before she could be reassured that no one was blaming her, she vanished in a swirl of magic and attention turned to ser Pete, who was suffering from his wounds.

    Her Majesty paced the pavilion to come to where ser Pete sat, and as he apologized profusely for being armed -- he had not realized Her Majesty would be in attendance -- she silenced him.

    "So much bravery in so small a man," Her Royal Majesty said, placing Her fingers under his chin and tilting his head up so She could look him in the eye. Then, once again calling on the magical golden energies swirling around Her, the Queen healed ser Pete of his terrible wounds.

    While She warned the night stalker was not destroyed but merely banished, temporarily, the Queen thanked all for their bravery. She instructed the Handmaidens to ensure that not a single drop of the Unseelie Princess' blood remained, ordering it be destroyed and not a drop retained.

    The Queen remained a time, answering questions about the nightstalker's nature and speaking of the Wild Hunt, which is chronicled elsewhere, before She and Her entourage retired for the evening.

    I humbly ask that the readers indicate to me through their discretion any falsehood I may have mistakenly communicated. It is by means of the conservation of the Past that we continue to serve Her Majesty and give substance to those that follow.

    In service to Her Majesty Queen Vivienne, the Lord Chamberlain, the Chronicler's Office, and the Denizenry of our Gracious Queen's Realm;

    sera Euphelia Noronos
    Senior Chronicler
    Last edited by Euphelia; 10-23-2017, 07:11 AM.

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