The Wild Hunt (The Witcher 3)

The Wild Hunt is a book in . There are two different versions of it.
== Lore version ==
This is the more common version, found all throughout the game, in almost any place that has a bookshelf. It is also scripted to appear on the table at the very start of the main quest On Thin Ice.
=== Journal entry ===
:From farmers and herdsmen, milkmaids to midwives - all the common folk of the Continent whisper, sharing tales of a wraithly procession pounding across the sky. The Wild Hunt, they call it. Winds and gales, storms and blizzards arise when it is sighted, and all grows cold, though the sun shone bright moments before. Some remember only the cold from the shock they encounter, and claim the Riders come always in winter. But nay, this is not so - the Hunt brings its own ice.
:Death and war gallop in its wake, or so the superstition goes. Yet evil enough is the Hunt itself. It takes folk captive, youths, most often, in the prime of their wilding years, with ten to twenty summers behind them. The Hunt rushes in and they disappear, only to return long years later with no memory of what passed in the time between. (...)
== Bestiary version ==
This version was originally intended as a bestiary book. However, Wild Hunt warriors don't have a bestiary entry in released versions of the game, while the hounds are elementa and covered by the book Of Fire and Stone.
It should be available as random loot, but due to a randomization bug can only and always be found in Kaer Morhen keep, both in a chest by the beds and on one of the library bookshelves. It can also be purchased from Marcus T.K. Hodgson or the books merchant in Hierarch Square.
=== Journal entry ===
:A frail ribbon flickers across the sky, the Riders' spectral silhouettes barely discernible within it. Then the cavalcade contorts closer and closer, revealing more and more of their ghastly form. Now the buffalo horns atop their helms penetrate one's view, now the crest betwixt them, and now the skull-like face exposed beneath their visors. The Riders sit astride skeletal mounts, bits of barding stuck to their sides like boils. A furious gale hows through the willows. Their blades now glisten like unfailing stars in the black sky. The wind howls louder and louder. No. That is no wind. That is ghoulsong. Suddenly the nightmarish cavalcade twists once more, the hooves of its ghostly mounts churning the light of will o' the wisps hanging above the bog.
:At the head of the cavalcade rides the King of the Hunt. A rust-eaten bascinet sways above the skull-like mask. Gaping eye sockets burn with a pale blue fire. Around him whirls a tattered cloak. A necklace rattles atop his rust-covered breastplate. Holes empty as the abyss stare out from it - once they were filled with precious stones, but these fell out during his race across the skies and became stars. The King of the Hunt laughs, his teeth, rotten as the grave, snapping above the rusted collar of his bearstplate. The blue flames in the eye sockets of his skeletal mask roar.
Category:The Witcher 3 books
ar:الصيد البري (الويتشر 3)
pl:Dziki Gon (książka z Wiedźmina 3 o ciemnej okładce)