A mud-stained letter
Grub,Have you marked not the night of the year? The Wild Hunt is upon us! On this night, the fearful flock hide in their beds. Those who fancy themselves hardened make excuses to stay in and have another round. But we brave few venture out.
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Night of the Hunt Page A mud-stained letter - on New World Guide Database of Lore
Grub,
Have you marked not the night of the year? The Wild Hunt is upon us! On this night, the fearful flock hide in their beds. Those who fancy themselves hardened make excuses to stay in and have another round. But we brave few venture out.
You know the spot, the Goblin Run. At the witch’s hour, we sprint from one clearing to the next, a flight through thorny forest between. If we’re fast enough, we make it to the other side. If we’re lucky enough, we might catch a glimpse of the Horned One. One of us never comes out the other side.
The gang and I will be there. Your presence earns you a better name. Your absence proves your cowardice. Remember, you don’t have to be the fastest, you just can’t be the slowest.
-Zal
