As Sunrifter slips below the horizon bringing the twilight and creatures of the night, summer fades, making way for the cool winds of autumn -- and Fall Festival. We know you've probably been caught somewhere you shouldn't have been whilst under the cover of twilight.
Pick one of the scenarios below and regale us with your tale of heroism, foolishness, cowardice, bravery, death, etc. Tell us of a time where you barely escaped with your wits, or about a time you were so scared you can only just bring yourself to repeat what happened. Old story, new story, truth, non-truth -- we won't know the difference !!
You may share your tale through a short story or poem. Something that gives enough detail to immerse the reader in your heroic tale. This contest is open to all except officers of Twilight Serenity.
Rules:
Entries should maintain the spirit of Valorn using one of the presented scenarios.
One entry per character.
Please post submissions in this thread, including character name and number
Deadline for entries - Sunday November 5th, 7pm EST, midnight GMT
The entries will be judged shortly after the end of FallFest and the result announced in this thread.
Prizes
First prize Treasure box plus 1500 potions of choice
Second prize Deaths reset scroll plus 1000 potions of choice
Third prize 500 plat plus 500 potions of choice
Choose one of the following scenarios
The Duberry Swamps
Follow your nose, they said, when you asked directions to this swamp. And sure enough the foul stench led you here. But now, it seems the noxious gases which bubble from the mud have dulled your sense of direction. You've struggled through black water and oozing mud for marc after marc with no recollection of which way you came. Even the vegetation of this benighted area seems ready to kill you should you let it. You hear the sound of creatures hopping or slithering through the festering swamps - and you suspect that some other, larger creature may be on your trail. As twilight fades to darkness you know you must find sanctuary in Dundee. Please tell us the tale of your adventures as you seek the safety of the Inn.
Midnight Beach
One by one the companions with whom you set out on this venture have disappeared. You've watched in sadness as some have been sent to a life monument by one of the creatures that infest the area, whilst others have sought the comparative safety of a niche in the cliffs with the intention of taking their rest. There is precious little to tell you how far along the beach you've strayed. In the distance lie the remains of some lost ship, but otherwise all you see are a range of cliffs, the expanse of the beach, and the waves of the shark-infested waters that pound the shoreline.
The fading rays of Sunrifter disappear into the blackened stones littering the beach as twilight falls. You hear iguanas slithering around you, and sea turtles scuttle past. The wind brings from afar the sound of pirate scouts and crab-things engaged in deadly combat. You must find refuge - and quickly! Please, tell us of your adventures as you make your way to the pub at Caernivale.
Spiders and Termites and Vultures...Oh My!
You've been strolling around Laleldan village in the gathering twilight, chatting with the traders whilst making a few purchases of clothing and foodstuffs. As you turn to head home you are suddenly aware of a skittering sound, and catch glimpse of some foul-looking creatures with far too many legs running about. Sure enough, the Crier confirms your suspicion that water spiders are infesting the village! Other creatures have been disturbed from their usual haunts at the old mill, for the shout goes up -- termites have been seen in Milltown! And dark vultures, lured by the chance of a freshly-killed meal, are on the path between Milltown and Dundee.
You begin to shake and sob like a little girl. "Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders?!" If you can pull yourself together, please share with us what happened as you make your way to safety,
And of course, the classic (And Ellyana's personal favourite) ...
The Mayoral Basement
The wall you find yourself leaning against is coated in slime and the light here is so dim you cannot see what is emitting those moans and groans, but the shuffling is awful familiar. You light the torch in your shaking hand and the now burning flame briefly covers the putrid, rotting stench that reaches your unhappy nose. You hold out the lit torch, waving away the smell with your free hand, wondering "How did I get here? Last thing I remember it was twilight and I was just about to have an ale ...” and that is when you spot the disgruntled horde. Zombies! Everywhere ... and they are advancing on you! Tell us the story of your daring escape back to your ale!
Pallas
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