The Season of the Wild Hunt - 2148AC

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=2148 AC=

A long night, bloody and costly, that ended with a siege repelled and a major loss for Gloomlight, The Republic and more.
And still in its aftermath, the wheels do not cease to turn to prepared orders.
They couldnt yet.

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From the Castle-City on the edge of the Shadowlands, six detachments of riders are sent out with new missives, another summoning of a council once more.
Two to the surviving states of the Republic, to land and sea.
One sent up north, to the oldest of standing Realms.
Two sent west, past grass, marsh and sand.
And one elsewhere entirely, east unto the cold.

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The Hunters of the Tribunal donned their masks and hoods, and spoke their oaths before blade, stake and alchemical oil.
The Knights of the Militant Arm polished their armor and practiced in their combat drills, for the work to be done.
And the golem-supported Logistics Wing began the rhythmic beat of a forge at work, in tune to the tremoring beating of a Heart. 
Brought with Faith, Steel and Mana.

Spring had come at the start of this year, yet it would not be the season of prominence for the year.
To be heralded in its arrival not by trumpet, horn nor shout,
But by six cloaked riders, upon a Spring´s morning, after a long night.

The Season Of The Wild Hunt.

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DATE: Tuesday the 10th, of December.

TIME: 6PM EST/ 11PM GMT

Location: Martyrs´ Vigil

Attendants: Find out IC.