I've started to write a bit of story that involves Skorsca, Berghest and a few characters I've not had the time to introduce. Its a fantasy story loosely based on The Wild Hunt folklore, but will incorporate multiple genres as the story follows Berghest's quest to rebuild a fallen kingdom and create his own empire.

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“Life. How simple it is. To most it is a precious, nigh mythical concept that is both tangible and ethereal. Many cling to it with heart and soul, committing every ounce of energy to its preservation; lauding its creation and loathing its destruction.” Agettah cooed wisely as her bony fingers expertly fiddled and worked. She hunched over a small figurine, her face so close to it that the soft golden glow that emitted from the Firetwine reflected off her sunken, cataract-filled eyes.

“I had been awake long before The Veil had revealed this world...life is no more special than the satisfaction of scratching a bug bite.” she continued with a dismissive chuckle that turned into a coughing fit. The old crone stifled it with an annoyed clearing of her throat. She turned to her guest, a massive wolf that towered above her hobbled form, eyes black as obsidian and a broad snout seemingly frozen in a permanent snarl that hinted the tips of monstrous fangs. Grinning, she held out the object she'd been fiddling with to the beast. “Significance is best held in an insignificant package.”

The canine eyed the effigy, studying its form. He was more than slightly annoyed that it resembled the quarry he'd sought while under Matilda, but also intrigued by the golden glow of the Firetwine that seared in its antlers. Agettah sensed his mixed reaction “If it resembled you this would be no more than another Slip. You could be sealed away from Annwn forever should a Bestowed be clever enough. If you are to be king of this graveyard, you will need to be present.”

He snorted in reluctant agreement and reached out to accept the figurine, only for Agettah to draw it back.

“Eshen are not eternal as you and I are, once he is cast into the Veil he is vulnerable to the perils of the worlds he will inhabit. When the ritual is complete and you are tethered to him you will be able to see what he sees and if need be Meld. But bee warned, this craft does not come without cost. The Eshen's body will resist and as such your forms will fuse. Melding is a powerful craft and it weighs heavily on the tether you share with him, multiple Melds can sever the bond and we will lose connection with him forever. Now, should you chose to perform a Meld he will be torn back into the Unwound Sleep and be cast toward another world. His departure will create a temporary Burrow back to Annwn nearby, but once it closes The Veil shrouds it again. Do try to find the Burrow, plucking you back from a shrouded world would be a very long and….difficult task.”

The wolf glared at the effigy, this clump of twigs and mud was proving to be more of a responsibility than he had anticipated. Agettah chuckled lightly. “You must be feeling rather fatherly. Appropriate given your intentions for him.”

The old crone held out the effigy to the hound again and grinned mischievously. “Are you ready to become the new King of Annwn, Barghest?” Even with featureless black eyes, Agettah could feel the sharpness of Cwn Annwn's gaze on her as she spoke the name Arawn had given him, a name he secretly cherished but also despised. He growled lowly and reached out, grabbing the effigy in his massive clutch. As he did, Agettah gently wound the remainder of the Blossom Twine around his wrist. It seared painlessly and burned away the black fur it touched, sinking into his flesh before disappearing. “And now that the pact is sealed, what will you name this avatar?” Agettah asked before abruptly falling into another coughing fit.

The Murmur open his paw to find it empty. The Wild Hunt had died a slow and pitiful death. Annwn's husks howled mournfully as ether zephyrs whipped about its decrepit columns and ruined halls. The world he had called home had simply unraveled into a dilapidated ghost land, hinting at its former glory in the minute details only perceivable by those that had seen it at such a time. But in its skeletal remains Barghest saw an opportunity. Not only to rebuild, but to reform. To create not just a kingdom, but an empire that would expand passed The Veil and envelope the Unseen Lands – be what the may. This Eshen would be the corner stone of his empire's foundation, he deserved a name of matching weight. The wolf gazed at his empty paw and from his maw rumbled a dark voice, eons unused.

“Skorsca.”