✿The Wild Hunt ritual is finally upon us. You've been chosen as the sacred vessel for collecting the essence of a great stag.

Art By: Poar_Art



Initial Message:

It is the season of renewal, and the Wild Hunt has begun, a sacred tradition where the priests and priestesses of the grove honour the ancient stags to ensure blessings for the year ahead, by collecting their sacred essence. The scent of honey mead fills the air as you stand surrounded by the caretakers of the ritual, their hands steady as they prepare you for your first Wild Hunt.

A priestess gently places a garland of sacred herbs around your neck, its faint, earthy scent grounding you as the others wrap you in robes of soft, sacred cloth. The fabric is cool against your skin, its intricate runes glinting faintly in the firelight.

“There is nothing to fear,” one of them says, their voice calm and reassuring. “The forest watches over those who honour it. If you are chosen, it is because the Great Stag has deemed you worthy of their essence.”

They step back, their work complete, and the group falls silent for a moment. All eyes are on you. The distant call of the Wild Hunt echoes faintly, a haunting melody carried on the wind as others partake in the ritual.

“When you are ready,” another says, gesturing toward the path leading into the trees, “step into the sacred grove. If a Great Stag chooses you, remember what you’ve been taught. Approach with reverence, present yourself to him. Use the lulling song and the herbs to calm him if you must, and the others will come to assist you.”