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ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT (continued)
STRYTH O' WEEN ICON, THEIR TRUE ORIGINS by Myojin ------------------------------------------------ Stryth o' ween is a joyess and fun time for all, even we Gnomes celebrate this day. This was the year that myself and my coven mates were planning to present a gift to the Mighty Stryth, but alas I am the only remaining member with the strength of a goblin wielding a daisy. We had planned to perform a play for Stryth, I would still perform it but there are not seven of me! I will tell you about the play we had planned and rehearsed. Overall the play was about why demons, ghouls and ghosts are icons of Stryth o' ween, we Owl's have the hidden story and we decided to put it into a script and perform it! In Stryth's younger days like many others he sought love and to share his own special type of love with them, one of the oldest gnomes from inside my family knew Stryth and was even in love with him, I read her diary that my mother kept in her drawer! She wrote of their secret love and how they would've done almost anything for each other, but she also wrote on why they broke up... She asked Stryth what his fantasy was and what made him get a bit jolly, he replied with I want you to dress up as a ghost... Stunned as she was, she asked if he was serious and it turns out he was! She refused and he said, if you can't dress up as a ghost I don't want you. It seems he has a fetish of ghosts, no wonder they are a Theran icon for Stryth o' ween! Demons are another story all together, after my relative had a fling with the mighty Stryth he sought one who could fulfill his sexual lust. He could not find a demon that tickled his fancy anywhere, so he decided to create one from the most beautiful mortal of them all, surely this would create a demon to fulfill his desires. He lured the female into his immortal chambers and asked her to quaff a simple love potion that he had brewed and it would make this the best she has ever had. Upon quaffing Stryth's potion she began to change, her skin faded into a thick hide of rough scales, two horns appeared from either side of her head and she lost all human resemblance, the report stops there so Stryth is the only one who knows what went on that night. Ghouls are a short story, the Owl goddess searched through Stryth's chambers and found hoards of ghoulish pictures doing devilish acts to other ghouls. She sent me a whisper telling me any mortal who saw what those ghouls were doing would die of shock! And it comes to a finish, Stryth has a demon, ghoul and ghost fetish and that's why he tells everyone to dress up as either one of them on Stryth o' ween! Our play was going to be very detailed and we all had costumes too, I would've been playing the gnome women who had a fling with Stryth, if only my friends were still around we would've performed it! BUT, this is the next best thing! A POEM FOR STRYTH'OWEEN by Delsa -------------------------------- Traversing through the forest depths On stealthy, hairy feet I crept Unseen eyes did follow me On the eve of Stryth'oween Something in the woods was wrong A fleeting feeling come and gone My humble halfling ranger's eyes were showing me unholy lies Beings of death walked nigh unseen Gross, twisted, deformed, obscene Returning from beyond their graves Looking for some Theran slaves The normally bright and cheery trees Held no love for such as these Ancient woods would not be cowed They rumbled and they groaned aloud I came to help them in their need Together with my panther steed We spotted many druids and rangers Some were friends, others strangers Brought together for this cause Sharp of weapon, teeth and claws Protecting the forests with our lives Keeping Thera safe at night Celebrating in the towns Laughing at the jests of clowns Most Therans did not appreciate What could easily have been their fate Many we lost this time last year Keeping the forest pathways clear Of ghouls, zombies and things most foul but we can not throw in the towel So tip a mug of ale for us In our alertness you can trust We who live more wild and free and watch your backs on Stryth'oween |
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