The moment the door closes behind her, the babbling and cooing in the garden turns to suddenly-cut-short screaming, and blood and pumpkin viscera fly through the air. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:54:44 +0000)
The man returns with a hatchet and, holding it in both hands, nods for his wife to go inside the cottage. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:52:14 +0000)
She flees from her garden, stumbling in the dirt, and falls to her knees behind her husband. She rocks in place, wringing her hands. He goes to inspect the baby, then walks calmly to the garden shed. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:50:13 +0000)
Her cries of delight quickly turn to wails of horror and anguish, however, when the baby's head cannot be extracted. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:48:37 +0000)
"Our prayers have been answered, darling!" the woman cries, and she rushes toward the child, eager to help him from his predicament. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:46:49 +0000)
The curious couple goes to investigate and finds a naked toddler among the vegetables, his head stuck inside the bottom of a giant pumpkin. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:45:09 +0000)
They scramble from the bed, both in search of a makeshift weapon, but the only sound remaining is gentle cooing and babbling from their garden. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:42:31 +0000)
As they strain to hear signs of the presence leaving, a loud voice booms through their window, rattling the glass, "I've BROUGHT you a bit of GOODwill!" (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:41:23 +0000)
During the wee hours of the night, a loud thud and crunch of boots through leaves wakes the couple, and they cling to one another in fright. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:39:57 +0000)
The woman extinguishes a nearby candle and climbs into bed beside her softly snoring husband. She then silently cries herself to sleep upon an already tear-stained pillow. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:37:35 +0000)
She rests the yarn inside a basket filled with unused baby clothes. A yellow sock with a pom-pom falls from the top of the pile, deeper into the basket. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:36:19 +0000)
In a thatch-roof cottage on the periphery of the Feanwyyn Weald, a woman puts away her knitting for the night. (Tue, 01 Oct 2024 08:35:19 +0000)
A booming voice yells "Story-telling at the Inn of the Eternal Star? Show up or you're a damned ninny." (Sat, 28 Sep 2024 19:23:16 +0000)
Ishuli places her tome back in its place on the bookshelf, having received it from Decrasus. (Fri, 06 Sep 2024 15:33:01 +0000)
"I will reward whichever mortal finds the ancient tome of obscurities and returns it to my library." (Fri, 06 Sep 2024 15:13:17 +0000)
"The gnome who borrowed it stated he would take it home briefly, to study it." (Fri, 06 Sep 2024 15:13:11 +0000)
Ishuli glances at the empty space on her nearby bookshelf. (Fri, 06 Sep 2024 15:13:06 +0000)
"The tome has not yet been returned. Troublesome." (Fri, 06 Sep 2024 15:12:55 +0000)
Ishuli sits at her desk, staring at a scroll. (Fri, 06 Sep 2024 15:12:49 +0000)