User blog comment:GrandMethuselah67/Crossover Sheet: The Citadel/@comment-26962685-20150905213331/@comment-26322734-20150906053450

At the sudden feeling of dread, Callaghan reached into his bag and gripped the Call of Autumn, the horn he bargained from the Goblin Market. It's a cursed object, it's very existence was an eldritch abomination all on itself. He's never used it...and he didn't want to know what it did. But he may have to. Upon hearing Wozniak's information, Callaghan looked back at Mara, who looked absolutely enraged. She's usually in such control of her emotions! This was serious, and Callaghan felt it. His joking, unthreatening demeanor disappeared, replaced with steely calm and utter seriousness. He looked Wozniak in the eyes. The man was mad, he was totally out of his damn mind. Callaghan couldn't even begin to think about his motivations, nor could he even begin to think about what he'd told him. "Y'know," He began. "I honestly don't think you know who you're dealing with. We're the United Republic of Humankind. Human. The same humans who have taken over countless worlds. The same humans who have eliminated all that could possibly hurt them. The same people who have single-handedly destroyed a psionic virus with the potential to assimilate the entire universe. The same people who have gotten that potential. I don't care about you. I don't care about your gambits, and I sure as hell don't care about whatever thing you toss at us. We will survive as we have from day one. We will overcome it, and we will become something greater. And it is in the spirit of survival, Mr. Wozniak, that I declare war." Then came The Mastermind. Well...he wasn't expecting that. Actually, that's a lie. He was expecting something like this. He was always prepared for shit going cosmic. That's why he was the occult expert, and that's why he desperately wished Zarall were here. He definitely couldn't take this thing on by himself. And nobody in the room could either. And...wow, looks like he really was going to use the Call. He took it out of his satchel, a goat's horn with runes inscribed on it. Just looking at the horn filled Callaghan with a sense of dread. He toughened up, his queasiness easing after a few seconds. He stood up and placed the horn to his lips. "If there is a God," He whispered to himself. "I'm going to Hell." He blew the horn. Everything went black. In a second, all of the light in the room simply vanished. It came back, but it was dark outside. The two suns of the Citadel planet were blotted out, and the entire world darkened. Suddenly, the room changed. They were now in a forest. Stars shone in the sky, diamonds in a sea of blackness. Tall, leaveless trees swished back and forth as cruel Autumn wind passed through their trunks. It was dark. It was so dark, that it'd be impossible to see past a few yards around them. Everything beyond a few yards was pitch black. The wind whistled through the leaves, creating a terrifying howl. The damp, muddy ground seemed to crawl. They weren't at the Citadel anymore. "Well..." Callaghan breathed. "This certainly isn't good." Eyes appeared in the distance. They were two white, circular eyes, horrible and large as spotlights. The eyes came nearer and nearer, seeming to take an eternity but a short time at the same time. Other sets of eyes appeared near it, and soon they were in sight. There it was. The Wild Hunt. The faeries were all ghouls and creatures straight from the realm of nightmares. They rode horses with the legs of spiders, eyes completely empty sockets and tendrils for lips. At their sides were dire wolves roughly the size of buildings, each with teeth sharp enough to cut through even the densest of material. The Darkling King, immortal, timeless, eldritch, was seated on the largest "horse". It was clad in a deer's pelt, his antlers sticking off to the sides like branches on a tree, creating some sort of crown. It was unnaturally tall and thin, and it seemed to be made out of some sentient darkness. Reality itself twitched around its form, as its very existence contradicted all physical laws. It looked regal, in a way, a true king of monsters, a lord of beasts. "I..." It spoke, its voice a deep bass, that of a monster creeping in the darkness. "Hunt." They were back in the Spire Tower. Callaghan got up, grabbed Mara, looked at Vallantro Phoenix and Carolus with an advising look to follow them, and hauled ass out of the room. The Wild Hunt has begun.