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The long awaited Stryth'oween holiday is among us - a day full of suspense, ghouls, goblins, and of course, a celebration and thanks to Lord Stryth for such blessings. Today I announce a creative contest, in which you may express the spirit of Stryth'oween in your own words and thoughts." Such were the words penned by Lord Jeradan as he announced the Stryth'oween creative contest. We at the THERAN MYSTIQUE are proud to publish some of the contenders for the grand prize. A POEM FOR STRYTH'OWEEN by Rires ------------------------------- Today is a day for cackles and terror. Where a few foul words is never and error. Flying through the air the three witches are seen. And walking the earth gremlin eyes gleam. The day where the bunny of eggs hides in his den. Where the great claus of stryth hides behind men. A time for evil to pronounce its great name. An era of light being butchered and made lame. Stryth'oween is a day among sweets. Calls made for wine, beer, and very fine meats. A calling for ghouls and a shade to the light. A day for all of evil to always take flight. THE DARK STRYTH-O-WEEN by Volitia ---------------------------------- A tale of horror is soon to unfurl all youthful in spirit draw neigh Sit at the feet of the Theran elite, what you'll hear they beheld with their eyes! There were days when the town of Timaran was known as New Thalos, I guess you might know and a Ghastly beast did appear in the land and did claim the quiet town as its own The beast did confuse all the parts of the town like a labyrinth, which solved left you dead for the strength of the beast could tear any man down with one swipe could he lop off a head Now the town of New Thalos was then and is now Protected by Justice from man or beast foul So the lawkeepers gathered and gave it their all And together they fought and together did fall But the bravery of men was noticed that day by the Gods of us all who the beast mortal made Came together as one on that dark Stryth-o-ween From every race and from every guild all paths then united and took to the field The battle was long and with each person slain the beast's strength waxed and the hope of men waned for days the war waged on the chaotic beast and the corpses were countless that littered the streets but Justice' resolve, though tired would not dwindle and the banner was raised and the vigor rekindled and a group of eighteen of the masters of guilds Fought with honor and prowess... and they the beast killed and though peace was restored to New Thalos that day it was stained red with blood and was never the same and the ghost of the beast once a year does return Not in flesh, but in spirit and you now may learn That the wailing of wind as it whips through the trees Is the cry of the beast of the dark Stryth-o-ween A POEM FOR STRYTH'OWEEN by Rothan ---------------------------------- This day of merriment, this day of delight, is often filled with unholy fright. The darkest of evils, the purest of light, come out in droves for celebration and fight. The young, the old, the wicked, and the meek, all lust after creatures for just this one night. Feasting and drinking by all that partake, coffins are filled by those that are weak. Today our fears are buried in pleasure, while beings of mischief plunder our treasure. As the moon wanes, the wonderment begins to fade, most have bedded down, or are asleep in the grave. An Immortal reveals himself and grins from ear to ear, a mountain goat now bares a tattoo, "Stryth was here". The essence of His being, the content of tales and myths, now returns home, back to the Dark Lord Stryth. (Continued in strythoween2) |
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