Turn 1: The First Four Sinners
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OOC: Apologies about how many days it took me to get back to this. I think in the future I'll just have the Wild Hunt focus on one or two targets at a time, else the posts and number of choices get too long.
[x] A pretender witch-knight with command over dragons, desecrating God's name.
Having only spent a minimal amount of time regaining her strength, Arturia gave a short, sharp whistle to summon from out of the darkness Llamrai, her great snorting stallion, his eyes red, mane stark white and and pelt the same midnight colour as her donned armour.
Splitting the Wild Hunt into four factions for now, Arturia herself led the way through the night, over the Channel to France and a crumbling castle in the woods. This castle to normal eyes already looked quite dilapidated, but the slightest magic sense could pick up a stronger devastation, a corrupted, consuming aura that stained the whole place a hellish black. Ghostly screams and crying could still be heard coming from it.
There in the entrance hall was not yet the one the Wild Hunt had come here for, but rather what appeared to be a drained, long-haired corpse, paralysed by what looked like demonic, one-eyed starfish crawling all over it.
"I take it this is one responsible for calling the False Saint into existence" Arturia muttered "It strains me to find sympathy for such a being, surely he must've known what he was getting himself into".
"Don't be so quick to judge" the blue angel, no less than Gabriel Arturia'd been told, spoke up "I can sense he's indeed sacrificed his life and passions to sin, but does he any longer strike you as a figure of malice, or simply one of pity?".
"Hah, spare us your ramblings about redemption" the gleaming red devil, who true to Arturia's concern seemed indeed to be Lucifer, chortled "With the Dark Arts so infamous, most of those who turn to them know full well what they get themselves into, this man is no child after all. I believe he'd be quite satisfied with this ultimate fate.
But yes, he's still but a warm-up to the real prize" the Devil then went on "No less than an Anti-Saint would be an invaluable addition to the Legions of Hell".
"Nay, it is Heaven who has claims to sort out such a... perversion of one of the Lord's own" a twitching Gabriel's voice quivered.
"What becomes of her is my right to determine" Arturia's stone voice outspoke both angel and devil "For both Heaven and Hell are here and now at the whims of our Wild Hunt".
Lucifer again could only laugh at this "Wild Hunt? I am but a special guest here, not the mere second-in-command you paint me as".
By now though the tentacle-swallowed corpse was well aware of the Wild Hunt's arrival, and reacted by swiftly yet clumsily tossing a whole pack of the tentacled monstrousities at them. A whole flank of the ghostly warriors sprang forth to cut them down, alien blood splattering all over them as they tried to hack apart these horrors, yet this at least brought time for the wretched corpse to scurry away deeper into the ruined castle.
"Gah, this charlatan thinks he can just flee? Hunters-"
[ ] After him, he may lead us to the real reason we're here!"
[ ] Destroy these abominations!"
[ ] Search the whole of this castle, who knows what more it may be hiding".
[ ] Hell, I can just raze this whole accursed lair with Llamrai and Rhongomyniad!".
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A princess whose mind has been lost to burning vengeance.
The second branch of the Wild Hunt first came across a great plume of smoke, which after they rode closer they could see came from a ancient wooden hall, only minutes before large and imposing, now covered entirely in a raging blaze. Fur-coated horsemen were already galloping far away into the plains, while knights still sweltering in armour nevertheless made attempts to carry their fellow men out.
In the centre of all this flame stood a woman, her hair singed black, her iron dress shimmering from the surrounding fire, and a longbow and twin swords seeping poison in her hands that she carried anyway, even though you'd think she'd not have the strength for it.
"T-the fabled Wild Hunt?" she gasped, yet kept shaking her head. "N-no, all my life I've been the very ideal of a perfect princess! I, I can't have anything done wrong, w-why should such a vengeful mob e-ever come for one such as me?" she said all that oblivious to the destruction she'd just unleashed.
"G-get away from me, I won't have this!" she pointed her now-luminous first sword towards the Hunt without thinking. "If my true love were still here, he'd cleave through a-all your sorry souls!".
[ ] The Fae then came forth to speak with her.
[ ] The Pagan Gods charged forth to strike her down.
[ ] The Demons tried to sneak around behind her.
[ ] The Magi began casting an enchantment upon her.
[ ] The Angels ordered her to be silent.
[ ] The Ghosts tried to form a defensive line.
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A demonologist claiming to have acquired all earthly knowledge, yet whose allotted time is running out.
If this devil summoner they'd been sent after truly had all earthly knowledge at his disposal, and since most of their forces had been sent after the False Jeanne and Princess Kriemhild, these Wild Hunters decided with their numbers this would only be a scouting mission for now. At least they had one advantage, for the Wild Hunt was not what you'd call 'earthly knowledge'.
Searching around his laboratory, as he at least appeared to be away, they found both potions containing bubbling fluids, anatomical and mechanical sketches both complex and even grotesque, and books about almost every field of study there was, even ones this place and time shouldn't have had access to.
Most telling of all was a blood-red pentagon on the floor, looking to have been drawn quite some time ago, with long brunt-out candles surrounding it. Runes in cursive appeared to shimmer in the air, with this poor soul's signature flickering an eerie shade just below them.
[ ] Maybe you can ambush this guy once he returns.
[ ] Investigate the town nearby.
[ ] Report back to Arturia.
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A crazed emperor claiming absolute power in the far north, ready to burn down any city that says otherwise.
The last branch of the Wild Hunt, really more a handful, rode its way through the air above the wreck of a burnt-down city, a city that from the looks of things would've been quite the metropolis for this land and time, before such devastation was brought down upon it.
From up here they could spot the last of a legion of black-clad, skull-studded riders speeding their way out of the city's remains.
[ ] Swoop down to interrogate this smaller, select few of the black riders.
[ ] Ride out into the forests and plains, after the main bulk of these black riders.
[ ] Fly straight to the city of Moscow, where the real mind behind this massacre must be by now.
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A pretender witch-knight with command over dragons, desecrating God's name.
Having only spent a minimal amount of time regaining her strength, Arturia gave a short, sharp whistle to summon from out of the darkness Llamrai, her great snorting stallion, his eyes red, mane stark white and and pelt the same midnight colour as her donned armour.
Splitting the Wild Hunt into four factions for now, Arturia herself led the way through the night, over the Channel to France and a crumbling castle in the woods. This castle to normal eyes already looked quite dilapidated, but the slightest magic sense could pick up a stronger devastation, a corrupted, consuming aura that stained the whole place a hellish black. Ghostly screams and crying could still be heard coming from it.
There in the entrance hall was not yet the one the Wild Hunt had come here for, but rather what appeared to be a drained, long-haired corpse, paralysed by what looked like demonic, one-eyed starfish crawling all over it.
"I take it this is one responsible for calling the False Saint into existence" Arturia muttered "It strains me to find sympathy for such a being, surely he must've known what he was getting himself into".
"Don't be so quick to judge" the blue angel, no less than Gabriel Arturia'd been told, spoke up "I can sense he's indeed sacrificed his life and passions to sin, but does he any longer strike you as a figure of malice, or simply one of pity?".
"Hah, spare us your ramblings about redemption" the gleaming red devil, who true to Arturia's concern seemed indeed to be Lucifer, chortled "With the Dark Arts so infamous, most of those who turn to them know full well what they get themselves into, this man is no child after all. I believe he'd be quite satisfied with this ultimate fate.
But yes, he's still but a warm-up to the real prize" the Devil then went on "No less than an Anti-Saint would be an invaluable addition to the Legions of Hell".
"Nay, it is Heaven who has claims to sort out such a... perversion of one of the Lord's own" a twitching Gabriel's voice quivered.
"What becomes of her is my right to determine" Arturia's stone voice outspoke both angel and devil "For both Heaven and Hell are here and now at the whims of our Wild Hunt".
Lucifer again could only laugh at this "Wild Hunt? I am but a special guest here, not the mere second-in-command you paint me as".
By now though the tentacle-swallowed corpse was well aware of the Wild Hunt's arrival, and reacted by swiftly yet clumsily tossing a whole pack of the tentacled monstrousities at them. A whole flank of the ghostly warriors sprang forth to cut them down, alien blood splattering all over them as they tried to hack apart these horrors, yet this at least brought time for the wretched corpse to scurry away deeper into the ruined castle.
"Gah, this charlatan thinks he can just flee? Hunters-"
[ ] After him, he may lead us to the real reason we're here!"
[ ] Destroy these abominations!"
[ ] Search the whole of this castle, who knows what more it may be hiding".
[ ] Hell, I can just raze this whole accursed lair with Llamrai and Rhongomyniad!".
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A princess whose mind has been lost to burning vengeance.
The second branch of the Wild Hunt first came across a great plume of smoke, which after they rode closer they could see came from a ancient wooden hall, only minutes before large and imposing, now covered entirely in a raging blaze. Fur-coated horsemen were already galloping far away into the plains, while knights still sweltering in armour nevertheless made attempts to carry their fellow men out.
In the centre of all this flame stood a woman, her hair singed black, her iron dress shimmering from the surrounding fire, and a longbow and twin swords seeping poison in her hands that she carried anyway, even though you'd think she'd not have the strength for it.
"T-the fabled Wild Hunt?" she gasped, yet kept shaking her head. "N-no, all my life I've been the very ideal of a perfect princess! I, I can't have anything done wrong, w-why should such a vengeful mob e-ever come for one such as me?" she said all that oblivious to the destruction she'd just unleashed.
"G-get away from me, I won't have this!" she pointed her now-luminous first sword towards the Hunt without thinking. "If my true love were still here, he'd cleave through a-all your sorry souls!".
[ ] The Fae then came forth to speak with her.
[ ] The Pagan Gods charged forth to strike her down.
[ ] The Demons tried to sneak around behind her.
[ ] The Magi began casting an enchantment upon her.
[ ] The Angels ordered her to be silent.
[ ] The Ghosts tried to form a defensive line.
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A demonologist claiming to have acquired all earthly knowledge, yet whose allotted time is running out.
If this devil summoner they'd been sent after truly had all earthly knowledge at his disposal, and since most of their forces had been sent after the False Jeanne and Princess Kriemhild, these Wild Hunters decided with their numbers this would only be a scouting mission for now. At least they had one advantage, for the Wild Hunt was not what you'd call 'earthly knowledge'.
Searching around his laboratory, as he at least appeared to be away, they found both potions containing bubbling fluids, anatomical and mechanical sketches both complex and even grotesque, and books about almost every field of study there was, even ones this place and time shouldn't have had access to.
Most telling of all was a blood-red pentagon on the floor, looking to have been drawn quite some time ago, with long brunt-out candles surrounding it. Runes in cursive appeared to shimmer in the air, with this poor soul's signature flickering an eerie shade just below them.
[ ] Maybe you can ambush this guy once he returns.
[ ] Investigate the town nearby.
[ ] Report back to Arturia.
[ ] Write-in.
[x] A crazed emperor claiming absolute power in the far north, ready to burn down any city that says otherwise.
The last branch of the Wild Hunt, really more a handful, rode its way through the air above the wreck of a burnt-down city, a city that from the looks of things would've been quite the metropolis for this land and time, before such devastation was brought down upon it.
From up here they could spot the last of a legion of black-clad, skull-studded riders speeding their way out of the city's remains.
[ ] Swoop down to interrogate this smaller, select few of the black riders.
[ ] Ride out into the forests and plains, after the main bulk of these black riders.
[ ] Fly straight to the city of Moscow, where the real mind behind this massacre must be by now.
[ ] Write-in.
