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ere is your regular post, Autumn-themed for all of October;
Twelve Adventures of the Autumn Lands
1. The Candle and the Fog-Bound Bells.
A house moves through the fog like a ship, bells ringing from its highest hall. A curse comes with it from the past. A blessed candle shows the way to the house through the fog and once there, it lights the interior of the rotted mansion as it once was, revealing scenes that can solve the mystery of the curse. But while looking at the golden walls, take care for other things haunt the darkness.
2. The Giants Pantry
A giant has lifted the roof off the pantry and stolen the jam! And all the cheese, honey and preserved meat! That’s all we have to eat this winter! Someone has to go after that giant, take back the food, and somehow stop the Giant from coming back. At least his tracks should be easy to follow.
3. The Roc Migrates
A giant Roc has haunted the lands, but with Autumn, the bird has migrated (probably), South to warmer lands. Its nest must be full of all the treasure and goods of all the people it ate! It lies near the peak of a mighty mountain, ringed by the azure world. Storms are coming and Goblins are chasing the gold!
4. The Cursed Geese
Each night, honking Geese fly above the village as they migrate, and each night one or two people who hear their call are transformed into Geese and fly away with them! Someone has to go and get them back. The Charcoal-Burner tells you that the Geese live 'North of the Wind and West of the Moon', and there you must go to find the altered Geese and bring them home.
5. The Witches Pigs
Each night, winged pigs attack! Through sheer mass they barrel into houses, smashing windows and doors, snatching up children and the old, wreaking ruin! They are gone before the sun rises. Only the Anchorite knows the secret of the Pigs and the Witch they serve, a twice-bend crone who lives in a great Boot, along but for her Pigs.
6. The Town Returns
Out in the drowned bog, the spires and eves of a sunken village have always poked up through the glassy waters. Now, day by day, inch by inch, the sunken town is slowly rising from the bog, though the waters do not fall. Things are coming from the sunken town.
7. The Goblins Conker
The Goblin King is stealing homes, squatting in them and ruining everything before moving on. No-one can refuse his challenge to a conker-smashing contest and no-one can win against his devilish Conker - soaked in the blood of maidens and the bile of babes. Only a Conker from the tree which grows from St Aldhelms tomb can defeat the Goblin King, but that was lost in the forest an age ago.
8. The Wood-Nut Man
His brown face appears in the darkness beneath the boles of trees, his barky hands reach out to stroke the heads of truffle-hunting pigs, he feeds them his nuts and they speak in a deep and growling voice, the voice of the Wood Nut Man, to insist you do his will. There are things he needs, several and few, and you must have them before the snow falls.
9. A Gust of Bones
When the storm winds blow from the east we see skeletons in the wind. They grab onto spires, trees and the tops of towers, trying not to be swept away. When things calm down we have to go sweep them out of branches and cart them back to the graveyard, while they complain all the time. Someone must go west and have a word with whatever is making this wind!
10. The Devil in the Frost
Black, horned, hooved, arrow-tailed, sharp-toothed, goat-eyed and cloven tongued, he appears at dusk and dances from frozen puddle to frozen puddle - appearing only above the frozen waters, disappearing into gusts of leaves and piles of worms. He cuts, bites, spoils, spills and tells terrible lies - not even the strongest man can hold him! He laughs and cackles, saying "The frost is coming! The snow will fall! Hoo Hoo Hoo!"
11. The Smith Beneath the Tide
An inlet of the high, grey sea. A sea cave where waters churn. When the tide is high a fire burns beneath the water, hammer blows ring out with the waves and a smiths bold laughter echoes in the ocean all around, keeping the fishermen up at night. A rich man with long fingers will pay you good gold to steal something from that salty smith.
12. The Stained Skulls Verdigris Brass Ring
He comes down chimneys and into windows, popping out of wells, chattering his teeth, followed by a horde of dingy grey-black Geese who eat the seed. "My Verdigris Brass Ring!". No-one can get anything done and the floating skull is scaring the children. Will someone please find this Verdigris brass ring so this thing will shut up and go back to sleep!
A faer lady passed some time ago and complemented a local oak for its fine viridian foliage. None though much of it at the time being too preoccupied with maintaining fixed smiles as one must be when dealing with the Kindly Folk. Some today at the seelie court seems to have taken the lady's passing favour as a request and has seen fit to interfere with the natural yellowing of autumn leaves. Rather than sequester the precious Green for use in spring while shedding cheap yellows and umbers the grand old tree's been induced to do the reverse. The deep almost blue emerald leaves are undeniably beautiful but nobody wants to see the tree starve no matter how much sunshine bathes their sad new growths come spring.
ReplyDeleteThe Frost came early this year and is quite intensely embarrassed about this misstep. If the snowflakes should see it so unfashionably early and word reach the North Wind himself on the breath of chilly gusts, oh the shame! For now it's (inconveniently) hunkering down at the bottom of a well frozen solid by its presence. Might be amenable to moving if mollified and should some scheme allow it to make a reentrance as though nothing had gone away it'd be pathetically grateful for years to come.
The Great Grizzly Grandmother looks to be entering hibernation early this year (possibly on account of that carriage we found smashed to pieces, it smells to have been carrying mead up top). She has certain "duties" to fulfil like scratching trees, pushing over rocks, terrifying stags... and having forgotten a number of them is likely to overcompensate on awakening and seeing the woefully uncowed character of the woods. Go beat the place up as a grouchy old bear might bearing in mind that she stumbles about still in a tired dog or else sleeps fitfully below in just the early stages of torpor.