event - corn maze log
Who: Anyone and everyone! (Don’t forget to tag this entry with your characters as you comment them!)
What: A maze has appeared as the harvest festival has. Of course, it’s a great idea to explore it. Right? Right.
When: September 23rd - September 29th
Where: Within the deadly corn maze of corn.
Warnings: Variable; T or higher for potential violence and death.
Status: In Progress
The dry brown stalks stretch high, making it impossible to peer past them and inside. Of course, should one venture in-they may find themselves abruptly surrounded by the walls of the maze. Welcome to its centre. Now it’s time to find your way out, isn’t it? Or try, because there are other things lurking in this maze, some bad, some worse, some just plain unlucky. And most are intent upon the hunt.
Things that dwell within this maze may come upon you if you don’t keep moving or you take a wrong turn. Murders of crows can descend in an instant, pecking and cawing; strange monsters go reaching out of the walls to try to draw those people trapped further into the corn stalks and into their grasp. Odd creatures with the body of wild dogs, but heads disproportionate and round pumpkins (which unhinge to reveal rows of wicked teeth, sharpened to needle points) travel in packs or alone, hunting.
And finally, the reaper, whose figure is indistinguishable within the shadow cast by its hood, all bulky cloth in appearance, a careworn scythe held in one hand. That blade may be aged, but just as sharp. All too perfect to swing at those unaware folk, the hapless people who stumble in its path.
Some of the smaller creatures guard treasure, of a kind. Food and water, sparingly distributed throughout the maze. Though, to the areas where the brown stalks turn bright and green, rough and brown dirt to patches of fluffy grass, they dare not venture close. These are spots of reprieve, keeping the monsters away by some force.
But even if these monsters are bested, there is no reprieve. For in the maze, nothing stays dead for very long…and nothing stays the same. For these cracked and dry corn stalks seem to move now and again… Making it quite difficult to find one’s way out.
What: A maze has appeared as the harvest festival has. Of course, it’s a great idea to explore it. Right? Right.
When: September 23rd - September 29th
Where: Within the deadly corn maze of corn.
Warnings: Variable; T or higher for potential violence and death.
Status: In Progress
The dry brown stalks stretch high, making it impossible to peer past them and inside. Of course, should one venture in-they may find themselves abruptly surrounded by the walls of the maze. Welcome to its centre. Now it’s time to find your way out, isn’t it? Or try, because there are other things lurking in this maze, some bad, some worse, some just plain unlucky. And most are intent upon the hunt.
Things that dwell within this maze may come upon you if you don’t keep moving or you take a wrong turn. Murders of crows can descend in an instant, pecking and cawing; strange monsters go reaching out of the walls to try to draw those people trapped further into the corn stalks and into their grasp. Odd creatures with the body of wild dogs, but heads disproportionate and round pumpkins (which unhinge to reveal rows of wicked teeth, sharpened to needle points) travel in packs or alone, hunting.
And finally, the reaper, whose figure is indistinguishable within the shadow cast by its hood, all bulky cloth in appearance, a careworn scythe held in one hand. That blade may be aged, but just as sharp. All too perfect to swing at those unaware folk, the hapless people who stumble in its path.
Some of the smaller creatures guard treasure, of a kind. Food and water, sparingly distributed throughout the maze. Though, to the areas where the brown stalks turn bright and green, rough and brown dirt to patches of fluffy grass, they dare not venture close. These are spots of reprieve, keeping the monsters away by some force.
But even if these monsters are bested, there is no reprieve. For in the maze, nothing stays dead for very long…and nothing stays the same. For these cracked and dry corn stalks seem to move now and again… Making it quite difficult to find one’s way out.