Ling Qi huffed, feeling put out. "Some bodyguard you are."
He looked at her in confusion. "That was a lie though," he replied, befuddled. "You're probably stronger than me anyway and if it turns violent, neither of us can do anything against that," he bluntly stated, gesturing in the direction of the advancing darkness.
...Shen Hu is not good at this social perception thing.
This is what Sixiang feels like.
Soon the smoldering fires nearby snuffed out, sparks extinguished in an instant, and even the flames burning on Vengeance guttered low. Ling Qi found it hard to breath, and her raw animal instincts screamed at her to run, to flee, to cower. It was only long acclimation to Meizhen's aura that allowed her to hold her ground without doing more than going pale and trembling.
Thats a successful Resolve save there.
Which would be bad to fail because fleeing in the face of Primordial Predator usually means chased.
She understood then, that was coming was not something on the level of Zeqing, but something far beyond that. Now that it washed over her so powerfully, she could feel it. The spirits relative weakness… was down to the fact that this was but an echo of events long past. For all of its ferociousness and potency, it was faded, like the impression of a blinding light seen on the back of one's eyelids.
Thats no Cyan.
That's...I think thats a White spirit thats feeling incomplete because the DREAM isn't big enough to begin to emulate it.
Towering over her, tall enough to look down upon any human. He was nonetheless slender and androgynous, similar to Sixiang's briefly held flesh and blood form in a way. Long, luxurious black hair tumbled down past his shoulders, loose and wild, kept from his face by curving, branched horns like a stags, which rose from his temples.
He wore a an emerald robe of many layers, that draped his form and rippled in the suddenly chill wind. Despite those trapping's of humanity though, there was something off. Even considering the billowy robe, the motion she could see of his legs beneath it was… wrong and his footfalls were more like the sound of hooves than any human feet. His handsome features and dark eyes seemed perfect, but the lines of it were subtly off, like a mask that did not fit quite right. The burning viridian light of his pupils reminded her unsettlingly of Cai Shenhua.
That was not even to mention his entourage. In his wake, trees writhed, nightmarish faces forming and disappearing in the lines of the dark, and the shadows seethed with hungry eyes that gleamed in the night. She saw predator and prey alike among the unnatural darkness, shadowed even to her gaze. Wolves stalked amidst stags, and the earth writhed with vermin under the hungry eyes of raptors perched in living branches. Behind him stretched a vast swarm of beasts, more than she could ever name. Yet there was something unreal about it, the vast menagerie, the forest made manifest, was eerily quiet and dim, and remained behind him, as if it were only his shadow.
The Horned Hunter and the Wild Hunt.
Looks like most of the Hunt is just his Domain expression though?
"My King," Vengeance rumbled, awkwardly bowing his burning trunk in a fascimile of the human motion. "This brother has survived the others, to bring you the knowledge the Oathbreakers sought to destroy."
Ling Qi very quickly imitated his motion, clapping her hands together and bowing as low as she could manage. "This humble one greets your majesty, and asks for forgiveness to my intrusion."
The King did not reply, nor even glance her way, striding across the clearing to stand before Vengeance-for-Burning Grove. "Your vengeance will be done," he said calmly as he laid his hand upon the burning trees bark, flames parting around his slender fingers. "Your death avenged."
Ling Qi remained studiously silent, peering out from under her bangs, only for her eyes to widen slightly as Vengeance stilled, and his flames roared back to life, engulfing his form entirely in a lurid inferno. The sudden burst of ashen woodsmoke almost made her cough and gag. A moment later, she heard the King inhale, and flames and smoke alike were drawn in, reversing the explosion that had happened moments ago. When the flames faded, Vengeance-for-Burning-Grove was gone, and the King stood, a faint trickle of smoke rising from his lips.
"So that is where my wayward brother's final redoubt is hidden," the King mused, lowering his hand. His voice was musical and almost feminine, at odds with the atmosphere he exuded.
And so now we know why the Prince was looking to kill Burning Tree. Destroying information.
Eaten for knowledge.
"And what possessed thee to remain, on this night of blood," he asked, casual and indifferent in tone.
Her mouth was dry, Ling Qi thought absently, as his shadow fell over her, and she felt the patter of countless feet as the carpet of mice and rats engulfed her feet, and the wraiths of ancient and hoary trees rose around her, their limbs heavy with birds, staring down at her with gleaming, hungry eyes. How long had it been, since she had seen the night as a mortal did, she wondered. "I want to understand what is happening," Ling Qi said with more confidence than she felt. "My lord I have…"
"What an amusing creature," he interrupted her breezily, taking a stride closer. "What does it matter to you, Magpie who wears the Crows plumes? Do you imagine that you can change the outcome of this night?"
Yeesh, he's AMUSED.
And Magpie would be the Grinning Moon mark, with Crow as the Hidden Moon.
"Before emperor and empires, many Weilu strayed from the true path. Breaking old pacts, cutting wood beyond the limits of our oaths, building festering nests of stone like the foolish apes to the north. Breaking with the flow of the sun, the moon and the seasons, as if they could forge a new order for themselves."
"The King of the Forests tolerated this, for he loved his sons, and did not wish to raise a hand, and after all, their depredations struck such a tiny, tiny fraction of the vast Emerald Sea," The kings lilting voice held an edge of contempt.
So things we learned:
-The civil war predated the Empire.
-The Zheng invented fortified settlements.
-The rift is rooted in Traditionalist vs Progressive, as predicted previously.
-The Progressives violated previously sworn boundaries with the spirits, as the need for wood and farmland grew and the utility of permanent housing versus the more temporary and seasonal homes became evident.
The violations were not apparently major, by human measures. But Spirits are
strict with pacts made. Not one tree past the line and they mean it.
So from the Prince's perspective, mad beast is about right. Not enough Spirit Ken.
"Yet many were unhappy with our wayward brethren, and so when he passed, it was the Elder Brother, who walked the true path, who was crowned. When he politely requested that the foolish ones tear down their ugly blights, and return to the true way… they refused, how mad of them." All around him wolves snarled and birds cried, the dulled cacophony of the forest rising in fury.
Ling Qi felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, even as she remained silent, despite the pain of the King's fingers digging into her shoulder, as fury began to leak into his voice.
"They bought metals and stone from serpents and apes, and laid siege to our most sacred temples. They pillaged and killed their own kin and defied the holy conclave of kings. Yet, when this King reached the peak, gathered the scattered courts to war, and awoke the Sea. what good did it do?" The king continued contemptuously. "The followers of truth have scoured them from the land and cast down their blights, regrown the sullied groves on the flesh and blood of chattel and traitor alike. Now, only one foolish man remains unrepentant. It is my brother and nephews who I hunt this night, little dreamer."
Well...literal revolution caused by the Agriculture Revolution then. But crushed despite material advantages from imports.
"Because I need to understand, if I am to survive," the words came to her lips unbidden. "Even if I am small, my actions can affect the paths of the mighty and draw their attention."
"A good answer," replied the King, stepping closer still. "Very well, a boon then, for shortening this nights dance."
Ling Qi bit her lip as she felt the King's sharpened fingernails dig into her skin, drawing blood. "I see, thank you very much your majesty. I understand now."
"Thou do not little dreamer," he said easily. "But you will, when you join us on our hunt. Only then will thy boon be granted. Pray that the understanding does not break thee."
Ling Qi felt her throat dry up, but she knew that this was the position she had put herself in. She could not refuse. "You honor me," he voice sounded like a raspy whisper to her own ears.
"This King does not," he replied sounding vaguely amused, without masking the murderous fury behind his gaze. "What interesting customs the future holds."
Ling Qi could only remain silent, her lessons on etiquette contained no response to that.
"Thy boon was a paltry one, given thy service," The King mused. "New hunter, this king offers thee a blessing of fang or hide, which will carry even unto the waking world. Choose now, and let the hunt begin."
Pay attention here.
This is about how Ling Qi affects the Hunt. AND of course the loot. Because the King understands that we don't treat the Dream seriously
[] Accept the blessing of Fang
To be the Fang of the Wild Hunt, to join it to kill. I don't think we'd get to choose WHO we kill, but probably How.
Anticipated to be the most traumatic.
[] Accept the blessing of Hide
To be Safe in the Wild Hunt. To join it to be safe from the King's wrath.
[] Ask for something else, despite the risk
-[] Ask that Shen Hu be spared the hunt
[] Ask for something else, despite the risk
-[] Ask that Shen Hu and any mortals be spared the hunt
To dare to affect the paths of the mighty. Might well cost us a reward altogether, but its strong character development.
Does Ling Qi stand true by her friends when push comes to shove? Does she stand true by Cai's ideals?
Whatever happened to those saying this is how best to protect mortals anyway, now that the Hunt is on?
I'd note the King's vengeance is
specifically against the Prince and the other nobles, all cultivators. The request technically does not cross him directly.
However its definitely beyond the scope of the boon. Do we dare?
Do we care?