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| titles = Crown-slayerCrownslayer, Arrowsong, Hunter's Moon

*Mabel, The Fox Starspeech {{Aspect|Lantern}} {{Aspect|Knock}}

*Valerius, Scourge Promised {{Aspect|Edge}} {{Aspect|MothForge}} *VladimirTristan, The Flagellant Saint Missing {{Aspect|Grail}} {{Aspect|MothWinter}} *TanataJustine, The Vigilante Saturnian {{Aspect|Edge}} {{Aspect|Winter}}

 The '''Mare-Night'''is an Edge - Moth - Winter Hour created by Nephilim. The Mare presides over acts of slaughter and violence by the hand of Man and Beast- timeless act of '''murder'''. An artificial form of ending. She is considered a patron of assassins, hunters and mercenaries. She is known to be kind yet merciless.

She is the Hour of '''Murder, Hunting and Unexpected Endings'''. She is also, by extension, unofficially treated as an Hour of war.

*3:Kelpie's Mane Society {{Aspect|Edge}} A massive society spanning many linked cults(and Long), with their original HQ in Ireland. The true extent of their influence is not known, but it is said that they hold, at least, the near-entirety of the British Isles. In contrast to most smaller Mare-Cults, the Kelpie's Mane is mostly integrated by artists, nobles and the rich. They are considered rebels among the Mare's worshippers due to their decision to remain integrated in society even after their "transformation" has taken hold. They generally refer to the Mare as a "She".

The Mare uses her servants as personal bodyguards, and agents. Assassin-Queen as she is, most Most of her deeds aren't done by herhand. All but one (which is W.I.P.) are her most prized men, ones who excel at the arts of breaking bodies and minds. And yet, she babies them and knits them scarves... 

|aspect5 = MothForge

==== 3:Alastor, The Blight-Father====

|description = '[WIP]Now, we choose who lives, and who dies.'

|aspect4 = EdgeWinter

|title = [WIP]Summon a scientific Name of the Crownslayer|start_description = [WIP]It is rare for a Champion of the Mare-Night to maintain this amount of humanity. A chilly atmosphere and some good wine should convince him to spend some time with us. |description = [WIP]The Blight-Father adjusts his bird mask, running a hand over the reeds of the kelpie below him, whose skull, exposed by rot, is covered with colourful mushrooms. I know better than to drink with him, as i could wake in an alley with a searing fever and rags for clothing.

|aspect1 = SHGrail

Alastor is described as being a tall boy with short==== Tristan, blonde hair and light blue eyesThe Saint Missing ====<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = St. Tristan|description = 'Oh, who wears heavy makeup and jewelryso kind to let me see the world again! But please, bring something for my master next time. He is usually seen dressed as a plague doctorShe doesn't like me leaving the Wood, with syringes over each of his fingers on his glovesoh no. He rides on a weak, green-furred kelpie with mushrooms growing all over it, and its skull exposed by rot.. Too many casualties.'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Devourer|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Winter|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Grail|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''4<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align:Vladimir, center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a strange Name of the Arrowsong|start_description = The Flagellant''' - An once-mortalSaint Missing is an unhappy soul, now under the servitude of who is always eager to see the Marereal world again. A particularly sadistic executioner of But it would be foolish to invite the old times, with ghoul in without a particular penchant for cannibalism and starvation. Deeply religioussacrifice to sate him, he would starve heretics by feeding them only their own flesh and blood- And would feast on his own skin when he dared frost to stray bind him.|description = Saint Tristan looks down from his path. Inquestionably insanefragile steed, questionably effective. But the Mare holds his leash messing with pride anyway. {{Aspect|Grail|12}} {{Aspect|Moth|7}} He is described as a very pale, famished, almost-white young man with an empty amber stare of madness, covered in self-inflicted scarsbrass ring on a bony finger. ThereThe horse repeats its rider's not a hair on his body aside from his eyebrows and hair (which maddening stare. Everything is longwrong, straight and red). He has remarkably long fangs. He rides on a freakishly tall, famished Arabian stallion, whose bones can it will never be seen through the skinright. Its hair My mind is white and patchy, and its eyes share the same maddening empty stare of its riderstarving.|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Grail|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Lantern|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''5:==== Mabel, The Fox''' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A so-called "Assassin" who has never had to kill a soul. Instead, her silver tongue conquers the mind of all those who stand in her way, and find no more appealing choice than to follow her into enlightenment, vanishing, "dead" into her servitude. Those who fall into her traps are never heard from again, surrendering their lives as cultists. Of course, she could shatter your psyche if she wanted. She just prefers to have you in on her cause. {{Aspect|Lantern|12}} {{Aspect|Knock|9}}Starspeech ====

She is described as <div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Mabel|description = 'I've conquered hundreds like you... Do you want to be next?'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Lantern|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Knock|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div> <div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a mysterious Half-Name-Emanation of the Mare-Night|start_description = Not quite a strikingly beautiful pale young womanperson, not quite a Name. The Starspeech's mind-breaking charms could be attracted to me with shortthe right amount of enlightenment, and some promise of pleasures...|description = Mabel needs no words to exert her influence. Only a confident smile. She pushes a curly black-grey ombre "dyed" hair bang away from her eye and piercing yellow eyesposes for me. She always dresses exclusively in shades of greyThe white qilin with her looks at me with curiosity. Some say they have seen For a second, i thought i caught a glimpse of a bushy tail under her pencil-skirt. She rides on a white qilin with cloven hooves and gemstone-scales, adorned with exotic feathers on its bridle and many banners embroidered with symbols of the Mare.|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Grail|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Lantern|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>

Eoghan Clawsong [Tiger + Snake] is an Irish painter who lives as a stealth-Long in the city. He is known for being extremely eccentric and doing somewhat occult art, though he's flown under the radar of the Bureau for some time now. Most of his beast traits aren't very visible, and he generally keeps his animal habits at home - but sometimes he slips, too. He is a member of a secretive, wide-reaching Mare cult known as the "Society of the Kelpie's Mane", and works as one of their recruiters. His tests are particularly merciless.

'''''This is Do you really trust a murder case. The Mare is the incarnation goddess of murder itself. Trusting her testimony is nothing short of foolish. Besides that, why does she never show her face? And how can the embodiment of such in a vile and primal act be so pleasant and patientcrime scene?'''''