Walpurgisnacht

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Walpurgisnacht

Postby Yerkan of Elish » Wed May 01, 2013 2:59 pm

Summer has come, for today is May Day, also known as Walpurgisnacht. This is a great time to tell stories, particularly those about horror, fertility, or trees. Yerkan, being a god of trickery, particularly likes stories about horror. Let's post some stories to welcome the warmth (after the ritual dances cause the sun to rise in our respective time zones).
enuma eliš la nabuú šámamu
šapliš ammatum šuma la zakrat
gipara la kiissuru susaa la she'uú
enuma dingir dingir la šupuu manama
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Re: Walpurgisnacht

Postby Great Thrash » Thu May 02, 2013 2:46 am

It was six months since the last time the things had been returned to their graves, returned to their tombs, returned to the foul bogs.

It was nine score days since the things had risen from their graves, from their tombs, from the foul bogs.

"Mama," said the little girl. "Why is it yet dark outside? I've been awake for hours, mama."

"Shush," said Mama. "Hold thy lips still, young one. It does not bear speaking of."

"But Mama -" said the little girl.

"Shh, shh," said Mama.

The sun did not shine that day, did not shine on graves, on tombs, on foul bogs.

It never did, during such times.

The little girl had visited Da's grave yesterday. So solid, the gravestone, like the man Da always was. She remembered the shallow mound of freshly turned earth that hid him, after the riding accident. He looked serene in his box of pine, his body undisturbed. She had not cried as the heavy granite was erected on the mound on the grassy hill.

But the dead were wont to return on All Hallow's Eve, and the girl had not cried as the heavy granite was erected on the mound on the grassy hill. The dead returned to the Earth, and all the most powerful of the womenfolk gathered to bring about their return to sleepy graves come sunrise.

Today, there came a rustling in the distance. The little girl sprang to the window like a sprite. Far off on the hill, she saw that Da had returned to walk the Earth. She turned her gaze away from the slow figure on the horizon until Mama closed the curtain, saying "Shh, shh."

It was two hours since the sun should have risen to shine on warm graves, on cold tombs, on foul bogs.

Two weeks ago, the little girl had gone to visit Pappy's tomb. None were allowed within, of course - those buried in tombs were those who wished for privacy. Truth be told, the villagers wished the bodies left alone, for the secure, cold tombs were bastions of stone to quarantine those who had died of the plague. The girl remembered Pappy from his last day, body pockmarked with open sores, breath a putrid gas as he told the little girl he loved her. Pappy had raised his hand from the old oaken chair to grasp her, but Mama dragged the little girl away.

But the dead were wont to return on All Hallow's Eve, and the little girl had been dragged away from Pappy's dying words from the old oaken chair. The dead returned to the Earth, and all the most powerful of the womenfolk gathered to bring about their return to cold, sanitary tombs come sunrise.

Today, she heard a thrashing just outside the cottage. The little girl moved carefully toward the chimney to listen. Not far from the walls, she heard the hobnailed boots announcing that Pappy had returned to walk the Earth. She covered her ears and whimpered until Mama held her and whispered "Shh, shh."

It was six hours since the sun should have warmed the flat graves, the sheltered tombs, the foul decomposing bogs.

Six years ago, she had slid into the cold, cruel world of Wyverncrop from the warmth and safety of the womb. Though the village's healer said it was impossible, the little girl had a very few memories of that time. Impressions of that time. She mostly remembered the smells. The smell of new life, born but to die. The smell of the healing herbs, that could not take the pain away from the person, but could take the person away from the pain. The smell of decomposition, because Grandma was there. The infant had turned her head away and gasped in hatred as Grandma cradled her. No one knew where Grandma had ended up.

But the dead were wont to return on All Hallow's Eve, and the little girl had turned her head away and gasped in hatred as Grandma cradled her. The dead returned to the Earth, and all the most powerful of the womenfolk gathered to bring about their return to foul, unknown bogs come sunrise.

Today, she heard a scratching at the door. The little girl crept quietly to the door and fell to her knees. There, she peered under the crack before Mama could pull her away and whisper "Shh, shh."

Nothing was there. She saw no decaying feet or yellowed, slimy toenails. Just a bit of mud and trampled grass revealed by pale lanternlight.

"Shh, shh," Mama said. The little girl felt Mama's hands on her shoulders to pull her away from the door. Finally, she heard the voices of the mightiest of the menfolk raising their voices in enchanted song. The dance had begun, the dance 'round the blessed iron-and-silver pole, colored with expensively dyed slats of ash-wood. "Walpurgisnacht! To graves! To tombs! To bogs!" cried the men in their booming, deep voices.

"Shh, shh," came the whisper. The little girl smelled the death of the bog, and felt chill, clammy, clawed hands soaking foul water through the shoulders of her thin calico dress.
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Re: Walpurgisnacht

Postby Yerkan of Elish » Sat May 04, 2013 5:16 pm

Excellent. A fitting story for Walpurgisnacht.
enuma eliš la nabuú šámamu
šapliš ammatum šuma la zakrat
gipara la kiissuru susaa la she'uú
enuma dingir dingir la šupuu manama
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Domains: Knowledge 3, Poison 3, Illusion 2, Travel 2
Affiliated Worlds: Thrash, Rivenrock
Artifacts: the Loupe Estoc, the Hailstone Mirror, the Gem of Nehalennia
Motto: Always one more world


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