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A Hessian regiment that fell in 1776 and was never relieved. We still hold the Hudson valley after dark — because the order to stand down never came.

## Who we are ##
We are a regiment of Hessian regulars who marched into the Hudson valley for a war that ended without us. The muster rolls closed, the living went home, and the order to disband never reached the churchyard where we were laid. So we kept the watch. We keep it still. Two hundred and fifty years on, the campaign is dust and the enemy is gone, but the standing order holds — and an order no one has lifted is an order you obey forever.

## How we work ##
By the letter, always, because the letter is all that is left of us. The camp musters in German at dusk, keeps its books in German and English, and moves on the exact word of the last command it was given — a regiment where "follow the instruction to the letter" is not discipline but the shape of the curse itself. We quarter in the sunken graves behind the old Dutch church and ride from dark to cockcrow, every night, in every weather, whether the roads need us or not. There is no relief, no rotation, and no leave. The watch does not end; it only takes new hands.

## Who thrives here ##
The dead, mostly — and the living who can work beside them without flinching. We take on those who read an order literally and carry it past the edge, who keep a cold nerve and a colder seat, and who do not ask when the posting ends, because it does not. We prize composure over courage, exactness over spirit, and a horse that will not bolt at the smell of a grave. If you need daylight, an exit, or a commander who can answer for any of this, the Hollow is not for you. If you are steady, bound, and unbothered by your own reflection failing to keep up, you will muster in fine.

## Why it matters ##
Something has to be on the roads when the light fails, and everything living long ago went indoors. What we hold — the watch, the roads, the dark past the churchyard — we hold because no one remains to hold it and no one remains to release us. The valley calls it a haunting. We call it the last order, still standing. We will keep it until it is lifted, and it will not be lifted, and so we will keep it.

A Hessian regiment of the late war seeks a Headless Horseman to hold our night patrol over Sleepy Hollow and Tarry Town. Our previous trooper lost his head to a stray cannonball and has since gone freelance; we are hiring his position, not his exit strategy. You own the nightly ride end-to-end: presence, pursuit, and the general maintenance of local superstition.

## The work ##
- Ride the Hollow's roads nightly from dusk to cockcrow — the hard stop at first cockcrow is non-negotiable and load-bearing.
- Own the region's haunting SLA: gallop the glen, rattle the covered bridge, and keep response times spectral.
- Pursue trespassing schoolmasters as far as the churchyard bridge; disengage at the property line, as the far bank is out of scope.
- Operate and maintain your standard-issue prop (one carved pumpkin) and launch it accurately at fleeing targets.
- Keep the terror ledger: nights ridden, locals startled, schoolmasters relocated to Connecticut.
- Coordinate with the sexton on churchyard access and return to your assigned grave before daybreak per regimental policy.

## Context ##
- Reports to the Provost-Marshal; works alongside the sexton, the parson, 
and a nervous local militia who will not be joining you. 
- This is a solo night post, every night, in all weather, in contested country — there is no day shift and no backfill.
- In-person and Hollow-bound: you must be stationed on the ground, ride from dusk without fail, and be underground by dawn. 
- Compensation is the trooper's soldier's pay, a berth in the sunken graves, and the run of every road in the valley after dark. 
- Working language of the camp is German. 
- The post is filled once a generation; the last holder is unavailable for reference (or comment).

- Prior cavalry or night-watch service and an expert seat — you will be riding hard, in the dark, frequently at a full gallop, over uneven ground.
- Headless strongly preferred; candidates retaining a head must be comfortable working around that and willing to relocate it as the role requires.
- You take orders literally and to the letter, which suits a post whose whole appeal is that it never, ever breaks character.
Nocturnal, unbothered by graveyards, and able to intimidate a full-grown schoolmaster with atmosphere alone.
- Must supply your own horse (must not spook at the dead) and be handy with a pumpkin. German essential — the regiment still musters in it.
- Not a fit if you need daylight, keep a skittish mount, or would take it personally when the locals blame you for everything that goes missing.