Oh boy oh boy, do they come.
All around the group they materialize: vampire gourds in every shape and size and species imaginable. Round and oblong, symmetrical and irregular, rolly polly and topsy turvy, they seem to grow from the ground until there is no clear escape except perhaps the sky.
And in the center of them, a giant pumpkin glowers malevolently at the group. A far cry from the glorious size of the punqueen, the gourd could still easily make off with two to three children, or perhaps one adult. Seconds tick by, and there is absolute silence-
-And then, from the assembled gourds, a rumble that resonates in the bones of all who listen, the words clear only to Fangorn and Amalia, but the gist of it obvious enough to all:
See you come now for a truce
After spilling blood and juice
Killers of mother and queen,
Now for safety are you keen?
Tell us why we should withdraw
From our fight of fang and claw
Hurry up, don't drag your feet,
You look good enough to eat...
Oh no, you're surrounded! Better make your plea to the pumpkins as to why we should have peace. You may assume Amalia translated. Bonus points for style.
No posting order.
All around the group they materialize: vampire gourds in every shape and size and species imaginable. Round and oblong, symmetrical and irregular, rolly polly and topsy turvy, they seem to grow from the ground until there is no clear escape except perhaps the sky.
And in the center of them, a giant pumpkin glowers malevolently at the group. A far cry from the glorious size of the punqueen, the gourd could still easily make off with two to three children, or perhaps one adult. Seconds tick by, and there is absolute silence-
-And then, from the assembled gourds, a rumble that resonates in the bones of all who listen, the words clear only to Fangorn and Amalia, but the gist of it obvious enough to all:
After spilling blood and juice
Killers of mother and queen,
Now for safety are you keen?
Tell us why we should withdraw
From our fight of fang and claw
Hurry up, don't drag your feet,
You look good enough to eat...
Oh no, you're surrounded! Better make your plea to the pumpkins as to why we should have peace. You may assume Amalia translated. Bonus points for style.
No posting order.
