Wild Hunt Riot Quest ft. Lancer Arturia Alter

The ghost of a Knight clad in gleaming white armour hovered above a bloody warfield, now deserted by all except carrion-eaters and scavengers. Her sword was gone, thrown back into the enchanted lake from whence it came, yet in death she still wielded her thorny lance, shrouded dagger and Virgin Mary-patterned shield.

Though it had been a bright sunset seconds before, the blood-stained field was quickly being enveloped by a severe-looking thunderstorm. As black clouds lit up by crimson gashes and bursts of white lightning fast encircled her, her lance began to glow a brilliant gold, pointing upwards to what looked to be a distant island floating high above in the Heavens.

"Noblest of kings, greatest champion of chivalry, heroes' hero, be relieved of your wounds and come to your rightful pace in Avalon, the paradise long promised to you," ethereal voices spoken by glittering lights echoed down to her from on high.

Yet this Knight-King hesitated, for memories of almost unceasing war, loyal knights she'd sent to their deaths, betrayals from those who should've been closest to her and iron-fisted attempts to secure her reign, including even the drowning of infants, all flashed through her head. Rather than drift up towards Avalon, she instead felt herself slowly sinking down into a black, oozing mud made by the rain from this storm, which stained and swallowed her weapons and armour.

"Noble king, chivalry, hero? Hah, you surely jest! I gave Britain war after war, I gave even my closest circle no love..." she stooped and muttered, before her eyes then glared gold. "'Chivalry', 'heroism', these were but words I used as propaganda to my people, no to myself, to pretend that every sin I indulged and crime I committed was what God would've wanted! But no, though tomorrow's bards may call me a hero, you spoke the truth Mordred, wherever your soul may now lie. Mordred you knew the truth all along!"

As her lance's tip was the last thing on her shining with holy light, with a roar she instead plunged it fully down into and submerged within the darkness. "The Knight in Shining Armour's all gone, only the Black Knight remains," she chuckled to herself. "This is who I always was, wasn't it? Not a knight of justice who rushed to Britain's aide, but a glorified, prettied-up villainess who, for its own sake, ruled it through fear".

The light above was gone, and now from out of the storm a vast entourage of phantom knights, be they Christian or pagan if even human, came pouring out, bows, spears and spells all raised at this lone sinner.
"The Wild Hunt huh?" the blackened knight muttered "I'd always heard tales of them from the continent, but only now after my death do our legends finally entwine. For all I've done, it'd be best if I just let them take me... No, not today. Though a Knight and King may be alone in death, they pride is still with them, and if Pride is the only Sin a Sinner like me has left, as knight I'll do everything to defend it. So come, Wild Hunt! Rhongomyniad!"

Her dark, thorny lance held aloft, at her command it burst forth into a pitch black spiral, eviscerating any Hunter caught in its path. As the hounds and horses of whatever Hunters escaped the blast leapt upon her, she tossed them all aside with a single mighty swing with Rhongomyniad.
Stabbing one of these hell-horses in the face, she pole-vaulted up and speared down upon another of the phantom riders, stole its horse and charged straight through a whole volley of hunters, before jumping off that horse to spear down another hunter as it became lost in the storm.

Icicles and lightning bolts conjured by magic all came her way, but Rhongomyniad's arc, her shield and her shadowy armour were able to deflect most of them back at their casters. A horned demon within the Hunt tried to sneak up behind her to stab her with its pitchfork, but she spun around and speared it before it could her.

Then someone, or something with the presence of no less than a god, if a fallen god no longer so supported by believers, came charging on its divine steed straight at her. She flinched for a second as she felt its aura, but knew her pride couldn't let her back down no matter what she was up against. So with a berserk scream she unleashed the black spiral once again from the tip of Rhongomyniad, and sent it crashing right into this god and slowing yet still not stopping its charge towards. Only when the god was almost upon her it did at last collapse from trying to resist her attack.

By now this self-proclaimed Black Knight was covered in sweat, blood and dirt, shaking as she kept forcing herself to still stand, to not admit defeat just a second longer. Yet rather than take this chance the Wild Hunt were now for some reason all whispering among themselves, their hushed voices culminating in an eerie wave of noise.
Once their chatter had ceased, an angel and devil appeared on either side of her, though they both took the form of unnaturally fair men with only their wings and auras telling each apart.

"Why, you may be just what the Wild Hunt is looking for," the devil with the glowing red aura smiled, extending a hand to her "What say you? The Hunt has long been looking for a new leader".

"O-out of the question!" she impulsively snapped "I failed as ruler once, I shall not repeat that indignity".

"Don't tell me you've closed your heart to the possibility of redemption?" the angel with the soft blue aura spoke up.

"Redemption? That's-" she then paused, became lost in her thoughts, and at last had to admit "I do suppose the Wild Hunt is little like my old brotherhood, so I should not be prone to repeat the same mistakes here. Moreover, this Wild Hunt doesn't cloak itself in flattering myth, it is what it admits to be, as my, er, little scuffle back there has shown me. Okay, tell me more..."

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All over the world tales are told of ghostly processions roaming the night, cursing the fate or even stealing the souls of all those unfortunate to set eyes upon them. Japan speaks of the Hyakki Yagyo, where old man Nurarihyon leads a thousand Youkai parading along the midnight streets. In Hawaii there are the Huaka'i Po Nightmarchers, warrior ghosts with spears and clubs alight with green flame honouring their fallen kings. In the deserts of the US mainland, cowboys in the wilderness by makeshift fires whisper about Ghost Riders in the Sky, sinners in life who in death are forced to chase forever after the Devil's cattle herd across the stormy skies.

But, at least according to folklorists, the first of these haunted processions was the Wild Hunt of Europe. An unruly troupe of ghostly warriors, fickle fae, demons, heathen gods and even heretic magi, the latter joining in the unearthly procession through astral projection.
The Wild Hunt cared little for the boundaries of time and worlds, being no longer of this one, but they were notorious for showing up in the midst of thunderstorms on cold winter nights, Halloween, or any time the barriers between this life and the next draw ever thinner.

Who did, they, no, who do they hunt? Sinners, any sinner be they black mages, murderers, master-thieves, despots, vampires, dragons, liches thinking they can stave off death, all who have strayed from God's light are in their sights, to forever join their nightmarish parade or be dragged down to Hell.

Who leads the Wild Hunt? Different lands have their own answers to that question, for instance Odin may be the most oft-cited leader, but other tellings will say Mother Hulda, Herne the Hunter, fae psychopomp Gwyn ap Nudd, the Archangel Gabriel, the first murderer Cain, hunt goddess Diana, witch-queen Herodias, world-encircling pirate Drake, even Satan himself.

But for our particular tale, their leader shall be a woman-warrior who now rules Darkness where once she ruled Light, having once upheld justice and kingship through Law she shall now do the same though Chaos.

"I am Arturia Pendragon, though my soul is now blackened my iron will has only strengthened. The King of Knights is dead, long live the Tyrant of Storms!

Now, who shall we hunt down first?"

[ ] A pretender witch-knight with command over dragons, desecrating God's name.
[ ] A demonologist claiming to have acquired all earthly knowledge, yet whose allotted time is running out.
[ ] A princess whose mind has been lost to burning vengeance.
[ ] A crazed emperor claiming absolute power in the far north, ready to burn down any city that says otherwise.
[ ] Write-in.
(The Wild Hunt has more than enough members to go after multiple targets. Image credit to KeyHof)

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QM's Note: This here's my first Riot Quest, though they'll still be a couple of 'Majority Wins' votes here and there, most of them concerning individual characters like Arturia. Though it has Lancer Arturia Alter as the main character, I planned this to be less a Fate or Type-Moon Quest, and more a mythology Crossover Quest if with some Fate characters in major roles.

Each vote will be controlling one of the Wild Hunters. You are free to vote without needing to make a character sheet, but if you'd like to make one anyway the template is as follows:

Name: (Characters from Myth, Legend and Fiction are allowed, provided they fit the 'Wild Hunt' theme)
Species: (Ghost, Fae, Demon, Mage, Pagan God, Angel. More info on species will be featured in the next post)
Description:
History:
Personality:
Weapons/Abilities:
Steed:

I'll keep mechanics light, little more beyond me rolling 6d100 for the Wild Hunt's total members in each species (which'll serve as the whole group's Stats), giving certain stats a Challenge Rating, and if a dice roll of yours plus the relvenat amount of Hunters is higher than this Rating (plus maybe its own added dice roll) you'll win, if not you'll fail.

(Still being filled in)

The Wild Hunt
Wraiths: 88.
Demons: 52.
Fae: 51.
Magi: 45.
Pagan Gods: 20.
Angels: 13.

General Abilities:
- Impending Doom: Those who encounter the Wild Hunt will have their luck drained. On a larger scale, disasters such as wars, plagues and famines often follow in the Hunt's wake.
- Storm-Riding: Ability to travel through thunderstorms. Grants flight and resistance to wind, lightning and ice, along with some ability to generate all three of these.

- Outside of Time: Ability for the Hunt as a whole to travel through time, mainly due to existing 'outside' of time as it where.
This power is limited to typically only showing up on winter nights, along with particular days like Halloween. Additionally the Hunt will find it easier to travel to times of greater superstition and spirituality, such as the Middle Ages or parts of the 19th century, but it will find difficult to travel to ages of reason, e.g the 18th century.

- Outside of Worlds: As beings not fully of this world, the Wild Hunt can travel to other realms, such as the eight other Norse realms, the realms of the Seelie and Unseelie, parallel fantasy worlds, various underworlds, and more.

Wraiths

The spirits of dead humans and heroes, their sins consigning them to the Wild Hunt as a form of purgatory. The most common type of Wild Hunter, usually the most balanced skill-wise.

Arturia Pendragon Alter (Leader)
*Llamrai (Steed), Rhongomyniad (Noble Phantasm), Carnwennan, Prydwen

Kaito, played by @WildCardFool
Marya Margaret Morevna, played by @Matou Sutegobana

Demons

Fae

Creatures tied very closely to the seasons, from a world close enough to yet unlike our own. Many legends circle around them, a common one tells of them being an existence halfway between angels and devils, not above making sacrifices to Hell to pay tithes, or of them being thieves especially of children, who they swap out with 'changeling' fae-born or 'fetch' wood carvings.

Loki Ignia Glace, played by@Firebird Zoom

Magi

Magic casters in the Wild Hunt tend to differ from normal mages in crucial ways. First is that they almost always belong to a pagan religion that in pre-Enlightenment times would get them listed as 'devil-worshipers' (which a couple of them may actually be), there are little to no Christian mages in the Wild Hunt, or at least not of what you'd call 'normal Christianity'. Second is that they almost always join the Hunt via astral projection, rarely ever in person.

Pagan Gods

Deities no longer worshiped, at least not openly should you want to avoid being labelled a heretic. In the Wild Hunt's case they often stem from the Norse or Celtic pantheons, though further afield in Europe would not be unheard of.
Though far from their former glory, they still tend to be the most powerful of the Wild Hunt, but in turn often the most prone to overkill and collateral damage.

Angels

The Heavenly Host number few in the profane Wild Hunt, but are not completely unheard of, with stand-out examples including Gabriel, Azrael and, if he can still count as an angel, Lucifer.
Though they possess supreme power, they tend to be the most moralistic of the Wild Hunt (not like that's up against much competition) and are often hesitant to unleash their full powers.

Unsorted
@cokerpilot
@frostgiant
@taovkool
@Vanestus
@veekie
@The Name of Love
@jjtdipee
@The3rdCorinthian
@FatedBread
@Nevill

The Hunted

Current Targets (in order of priority):

Jeanne Alter
Kriemhild Nibelung
Dr. Faust
Ivan Groznyi

Former Targets:

Others

Also tagging Matou Sutegobana, Firebird Zoom, @LostDeviljho and The3rdCorinthian, all of whom have expressed some interest in this Quest.

Okay, commence posting!