Carve Out a Niche [Seasonal Event]

ALISTAIR "Mmmm..." Ģears of his mask flickered as his eyes squinted with a mechanical hiss as he Alistair nodded, taking in the name Deimos had spoken with a soft nod before turning keeping his bow aimed true. "Chap it is." He concluded as he rounded the first corner of the Labryinth. "Of which lands does someone so large and brooding hail from?" He'd ask with a sense of pep in his voice unaware a large vine, masked by the ivy strung along the walls and ground, was slithering toward his foot. "Come alone?" Alistair asked, finding a small, slithery pumpkin peaking slowly over a near by wall, pinning an arrow between its eyes with a gurgling groan. "Doesn't seem half bad given the stories I heard of the pl..." With that Alistair zipped out of view, around one of the Labryinth's walls, thick, rope-like vine wrapped around his ankle. A large, gurgling roar heard before Alistair phased back into view, stumbling back, covered in a vibrant green goop. "Well...that was unpleasant..." He muttered, laughter pushing through the mask as he staggered to his feet. "Hope you're ready Chap...there's adventure afoot." The roar grew closer as the sound of walls crumbling under its girth was heard closing in. The large vampiric pumpkin, vines swinging wildly like aimless whips lashed out at the two.