DEUS SIDE: TIME JUNE 1st, 2017
It's 3:17 AM and your phone begins to come to screeching life. Down the dorm hallways, in offices and labs, in the houses of the town. Every phone of every rank. It's an emergency mission of the highest and most immediate class. Over the intercoms, a woman's voice, possibly familiar, intones a breach in security. All hunters to the perimeter. The Island is under attack.
Level: Legacy.
The sun cannot be rising this early but the horizon is a red line that begins to stretch and grow across the sky. The strange, massive tree that has become a part of the island and its newest, most powerful protector begins to shift and heave as that light begins to filter through its main leaves.
You wait alongside your fellow hunters, weapon summoned and at the ready.
FOUR CLANS SIDE: HUMAN TIME JUNE 1st, 2017
There was something wrong with the Tower. It had grown dimmer, and then thick, dark lines had begun to form along the edges. With this unnatural quiet came first the collapse of the Tower, as it began to shift and fade, and then their loss of their your powers, slowly and steadily, until everything felt sluggish and difficult.
She rallied you, your Queen, the high priestess, she gathered each and every one of her kindred and now you stood staring at the brink of your kind again, having survived so much, again. In her hands was her precious mirror, her most prized artifact.
And - she shattered it, fragments cascading all directions. Each fragment bled into red, into power, and the Destruction stirred awake. You felt it, you felt the hunger of Destruction as it sought to claim more - so much more - more memories, more lives, more that would make it, and therefore you, complete.
How then, do you satiate a starving Legacy?
You feed it, of course.
DEUS SIDE: TIME JUNE 1st, 2017
When the horsemen arrived, the entire horizon was red. It was dark, and then red, so, so much red. When they arrived, those creatures made of pure Fear and malice and Destruction, most Hunters were not ready. They were never ready, that was what it meant to be a Hunter after all, to fight, fight for everything without knowing what would be the end, grasping into a drowning tidal wave without any control-
- Some fell. Blood. Bodies. But the Four clans abated a bit as well, unable to push past the barrier of the tree. Outside of the shoreline they were at a standstill, one side bloodthirsty, vicious, the other desperately so. For the horsemen, the interruption in their euphoria, in their harvesting of Fear, of Destruction felt incomplete. They needed more, every part of them was designed to be more.
And yet-
And yet-
And yet-
Something unusual was happening. As the tree reached out to defend, to create a shield, a barrier, like its predecessor did, it d̨i҉d͡ t̛he o͜nl͜y͘ t͝h̷i̢n͝g i͝t ͘k͘n͘ew͡ ́how̴ to͠ ͡d̕ò, gat҉her͘in͘g͜ mémor̵ies t̷o ̨crȩate á safe pl̢ace͏.̡
T͝h͝e ̨̢r̴͡ę̸d҉͝, ͡͞t҉h̀́͡e̵͡҉ b́͟u̕t̸͢t̡͡e̡r͠f̨l͞ie͝s͟͜͞,͏҉̵ ̵̧̀im͘͟m̧͏́e̕͠d́̀i̵҉̶ą͜t͏̛͞e̡҉l̴͘y̛ ĺ̸͡a̕t̷̢́c̸ḩ̀èd ͟͢o͞nt͏̨o͘͡ ţh̸̨i͝s̨ ̸̕͞s͞͝hię͏̷ld͢,̛ ͢a͠n̸d̕͟ ̢a̶ ̵҉̕ćà͡g̛ȩ̢ ͝w̸as c̶͢r̴͟ea̷͏t͟e̵d̶.̢́
A̼̘̐ͤͫ̀͊̉͑ ̬̺̦ͣͤ͊ͭ͗̆͌c̨̫͙͖a͔̜̖̜͌̽̋̆g̣ͣ̐̍̊̓̚̚ͅe̙̾͗ͦ.̲̦ͣ͛ͨ
T̟̩̹̣̃͑ͤ̄̄̐ͦ̑ͮͭͨ͞H̨̛̟̼̖̲̟̪̯̩̪̎̍̈́ͫͭ́ͥ̄̍ͫͭ̐Ė̛̲͓̲̭̺̯̫͍̲͓̟͚͔̪̪̗͎ͯ̎̐ͩ͒͢͞ͅͅ ̢̨̛̙͎̖ͯ͑̿̿̄̓̃̀̈́ͥ̌̅͒͛̊C̷̴͓̺̮̪̯͚̲̹͑̅̄̌ͩͯ̆̾̃̎̎ͣ̍͘͟A̷̴̻͚̟͈̤̣͉̼͔̤͖̥̺̍ͯͣͫͧ̐̋̽͝G̸̴̨̢̦̳̳̻̰̠̹͎͆ͣ͆̔̿͐̓ͥ͑̎͑̉̽̈́͞Ẽ̵̾ͯͭͭ̊ͭ̅͌͏̮̜̖̗.̢̮͔͉̳͕̱̟͇̘̤̃̏̀͂
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