My story I’ve posted here on the forums, The Neverending Journey, has a lot of chapters to go, and with Halloween here in full swing, I thought I’d let out a sneak peek at a later chapter that has to do with Halloween!
Orr Chapter 1 – Land of the Pumpkin
When the group reached Orr, they traveled for some time in the still death-touched lands that formerly belonged to Zhaitan.
“Do we have any idea what exactly we’re looking for?” Nerra asked. The norn shifted uncomfortably, as did the entire group in this ominous place.
“We look for any sign of – Wait a minute, what’s that over there?” Avhael asked, pointing forward.
In the distance was a strange, bulky figure who seemed to be waving towards the group. Cautiously, the group approached the eerie figure, who, as they got closer, seemed to be quite odd in dress.
From his body stance, he seemed to be a Charr, but his face, indeed his entire head, was covered by a pumpkin. The rest of him was covered in black clothing, save for a long brown trench coat. He carried in his left hand a long pole with yet another pumpkin attached to the front end.
“Who the hell are you? More importantly, what the hell are you?” Spots asked, scratching her head.
“The pumpkins! Do you have our pumpkins!?” The stranger asked angrily.
Nyaranasha raised a leafy eyebrow. “Pumpkins? We don’t have any pumpk-”
“THEN YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE WRONG REALM TO INVADE!” Screamed the obviously insane pumpkin-faced lunatic.
“Hold on,” Avhael said, “Whose ‘realm’ have we invaded?”
“You have stepped foot in the Land of the Pumpkin! You will come with me, and face the judgement of the Pumpkin King!”
Nerra went slightly wide-eyed. “Pumpkin King? Do you think he means… Mad King Thorn? It is that time of year…”
“ENOUGH! YOU WILL FOLLOW ME OR YOU WILL FACE THE WRATH OF THE PUMPKIN!”
Very confused but not wishing for a fight, the group complied and followed the pumpkin fellow.
They were led into a cavern, which seemed to be very expansive in room, as there were what appeared to be pumpkin patches nearly everywhere tended by dozens of pumpkin-headed individuals of different races, and to the group’s amazement, even in this dark and sunless place, these pumpkins seemed to grow perfectly fine.
Finally, they came to a sort of hallway, the end of which was a dead end, but held a rock throne, upon which sat what appeared to be another Charr with a pumpkin over it’s head. This Charr, however, had a makeshift coral crown on top of his pumpkin head, and wore white robes.
“You have entered the Land of the Pumpkin, and you stand before the Pumpkin King, now!” The crown-topped Charr exclaimed.
“The… Pumpkin King?” Sallana asked, incredibly confused.
“Indeed, you stand before he of the first Pumpkin Dynasty. Why have you come here, strangers?”