Kurnoth Hunters are grown from soulpods sung over with the memory of Kurnoth, the hunter-god whose ways the sylvaneth keep though the god himself is gone. They rise from the soil half again the height of a mortal and broader than a gate, bearing greatswords, scythes, or greatbows whose arrows can pin a knight to the wall behind him — horse and all.
Their patience is the patience of the standing wood. A Kurnoth Hunter may hold one posture for a season, indistinguishable from a dead tree, waiting for the quarry the song has promised. When the hunt begins it does not end in escape; it ends the way all hunts end. The glades name them the strong boughs, and where they are planted, the line does not break.
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