Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets The bloody things were everywhere - even as far as the Glade, the demonic little pumpkins were getting in his way and frankly Ronin had had enough of them. Yes, it was pretty fun to try and make soup out of the things, and he’d had a decent game of pass-the-gourd with Sarya and Alistair, but this was getting silly. Maybe it was because it was the Glade in particular, but Ronin felt annoyed with the bouncing, biting vegetables. This was a place for peace, and his was being ruined. Luckily, the ex-captain was more than equipped to deal with a few uppity squash. He stood in the lush grasses of the Glade, all but surrounded by the things - a troublesome prospect if he wasn’t kind of enjoying himself. One went for him, dispatched quickly by a well placed strike from his right fist; it shattered to mulch against one of the trees, and splattered him with its guts. Ew.