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    Eighth day of the Sixth Moon,
    Nineteenth Year of Recent Awakenings

    In accordance with the will of Her Majesty and in upholding the duties charged to me as Junior Chronicler, I hereby submit the account of
    The Wild Hunt.

    During the Fire Festival in the Fifth moon, Princess Maeveen, daughter of Queen Maeve in a future Marrach, told the story below to the bonfire in the Outer Bailey courtyard. The story was faithfully transcribed along with the little princessís charming turns of phrases.

    The Wild Hunt

    Once upon a time, on a mountain far, far away, there was a great battle. An unpresidenteded gathering of dark and light creatures came together to defeat a great evil.

    The King of the Light and the Queen of the Dark, the creatures of the Earth and the Dragons from the Stars came together, putting away ancient foods and old rivers to defeat a blight covering the whole of all realms.

    The King and his son marshmallowed their armies, the Queen summoned forth all of the magics and magical beings at her disposal, the very earth moved itself, rising up into titans of un... un..fathomable numbers, and the last of the hatched celestials rallied their small, but mighty numbers and prepared a battle plan.

    The Darkness creeped across and through the lands like a poison through veins, sowing sorrow, destruction and eventually nothingness in its wake.

    Realm after realm fell to its av..averishush hungry. The Darkness would send forth its Agents of Chaos first, weakening each realm it went. A pack of mighty hounds preceded each wave of terror, picking off the strong and leaving only the weak to be devoured.

    The Fae called it The Wild Hunt.

    Rallying the forces, the unlikely band of alleys put their heads together and knew of a mountain. The highest mountain in all the realms. Mount Ardan.

    Though they knew that luring the Nightmare across the lands would destroy them, the risk was worth it. They caroled and led the roiling void of blackness, the hounds and wolves of the hunt nipping at their heels, until they came to the great summit of the mountain.

    The Nightmare King himself stepped forth from the bubbling blackness, unleashing a to..tornado of monsters upon the heroes. Though faced with overwhelming odds, the heroes threw themselves into battle without hesitation. The Mages of Annwyn surrounded by the Knights and Lords of Avalon, along with the titans of earth and sky engaged the enemies! Magics and arrows flew, fire and lightning rained down, the mighty beasts of the sky were torn from their lofty perches by tendrils of blackness, consumed and spit back out as hellish beasts to fight their own alleys.

    Mages fell only to rise again, elven warriors rounded on friend with mighty undead powers of corruption.

    The King and Queen joined hands and the mountain itself rumbled beneath everyone, threatening to swallow the whole of the realm. The King's son rushed forth to engage the King of the Darkness as the elven Royals began a sacred incantation, fending off packs of chaos wolves as he advanced.

    The Prince's sword clashed with that of the King, a sound heard across all the realms, and the two locked into a feverish dance of death. Suddenly, the King and Queen's incantations took and the mountain of Ardan split open!

    The Prince and the King toppled into the chasm, along with much of the armies; both good and evil. The last of the waking celestials swooped down into the dark, snatching the Prince from his fate and sweeping back up before the mountain closed upon them. A great roar of anger reve.. rev... vibrated through the whole mountain as thick tendrils of pure evil tried to snatch the Prince and dragon in their escape.

    With a great and violent shudder, the creatures of the earth sacrificed themselves to close the fissure, sealing the Darkness within the deepest bowels of the earth. Locked away for all time.

    Or was it?

    This chronicle will be subject to changes and corrections, as I humbly ask all readers please indicate to me through discretion any falsehoods 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 Office of the Chronicler, and the Denizenry of Her Majesty's Realm.

    Sera Tine
    Junior Chronicler

    Senior Chronicler
    Secretary to Lord Dolph Li'astri