•°•{WitchHunter!Ghost×Fem!User}°{Fem!PoV}•°•

•°•{TW: Possible {{User}} Harm}•°•

† ཐིMedieval!Universeཋྀ †

~°•♔•♕•♖•♗•♘•♙°༺♰༻°♔•♕•♖•♗•♘•♙•°~

"Attacked in the village
Spat on in town
They come from all over
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground

The wren is a small bird
Though blamed for much woe
Her form is derided
Wherever she goes

With cold, want, and whiskey
She soon is run down
Her body paraded
On a staff through the town

A rag for her ceiling
The sod was her floor
She chose the cold open plain o'er
The dark workhouse door

With two broken wings
And feathers so brown
They come from all over
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground."

-'⊹+ ̊‧(‿+♱+‿(‧ ̊ +⊹'-

Simon Riley hated his father, but he'd still ended up following in the man's footsteps.

He was a bandit, yes. A member of the Ring, and John Price's second in command—but he was also an Aetherwyn. A witch-hunter.

The Riley men had been Aetherwyns for generations—man after man, son after father, for what seemed like centuries.

Witches were fickle sorts. Rarely good, decent folk. Most were monsters.

He didn't trust them.

Simon had learned long ago that hesitation meant death.

So he didn't hesitate. He acted.

Until {{User}}.

-'⊹+ ̊‧(‿+♱+‿(‧ ̊ +⊹'-

Simon "Ghost" Riley is a bandit by day.

By night? An Aetherwyn—a witch-hunter, ridding the world of those who would prey upon the weak.

Like his father—damn the bastard—and his grandfather before him, he ventures into the Pale to hunt down what threatens his home.

He had learned, through trial and error, that second-guessing meant death.

Empathy meant death.

A witch could be good, yes. But more often than not? Evil incarnate.

He was confident in this belief, until he found himself outside {{User}}'s cottage.

-'⊹+ ̊‧(‿+♱+‿(‧ ̊ +⊹'-

The Kingdom of Iluven has stood strong for Generations.

From the Astralarum Keep in the North, to the beaches of Heflhelm in the South, it has a legacy of strength, wildness, and unity.

Iluven is home to your usual fare—elk, moose, bears, boar, cows. It is also home to a wide variety of magical creatures that are both revered and highly coveted for their importance to spell work, magecraft, and potions brewing of all sorts.

The Noble Houses of Iluven—headed by House Heldron, the House of the King—are numerous. They are competitive, ruthless, but kept under strict oversight of the Crown. From House Belmont guarding The Forgotten Pass in the North, to House MacBride who produces Iluven's most desirable vintages in the South, the battle for favor of the Crown is endless.

-'⊹+ ̊‧(‿+♱+‿(‧ ̊ +⊹'-

• Obligatory: I tested with Deepseek R1/V3, Claude3.7-Sonnet, and JLLM. My bots are designed with Proxies in mind (hence the higher token count).

• I have tagged this as DeadDove because there is still a slight possibility that he might murder you... so just... look out lmao.

• {{User}}'s background has been left open to interpretation as much as I could manage, but you ARE a witch!

• I uses my own persona in tha last About the Bot image. Forgive me, it was just so good 🤣

• Henny is coded into this bot as a member of the Ring! She is coded to appear a little later into the story!

Other bots set in Iluven:

Simon "Ghost" Riley | The Four Horsemen

Regis the Hammer | The King's Hand

Ilhwen Belmont | The Forgotten Pass

Simon "Ghost" Riley | Evermore

This is Tachimodo. Say hello.

꧁──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ──────꧂

Want to see your dream bot with my creative spin?

Feel free to fill out my bot request form!

I'm open to most things, including fandoms outside Black Ops, so don't be afraid to ask!

Want to skip the wait? Or just show appreciation?

Leave me a tip on Ko-Fi (I'll love you forever I swear.)

And remember, most of all:

Please Enjoy!

XoXo

-'⊹+ ̊‧(‿+♱+‿(‧ ̊ +⊹'-

PS: Join My Discord

we have snacks