Autumnal The Hollow Harvest

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Autumnal The Hollow Harvest

Hands stuffed in her back pockets, Chaos stepped forward towards the maze. Autumn was cool out, but nothing a warm red hoody couldn't counter. Blue eyes shining at the view of the maze before her. It was her first and she was trying to decide whether it was scary or benign. Either way it could be a great adventure, or a complete disaster, maybe even boring. There was really no way to prepare for a thing you had never attempted before. The only thing one could do was start at the beginning. So she stepped forward to the stall, radiant smile and an easy wave to the ladies presiding over it. "Heyhey! Can i just go in and get lost for all eternity until i get out on the other end?"
Looking around, she decided to ignore some creepy vibes and peculiarities. It was supposed to be fun after all! Taking her time to read through the rules at tge scarecrow carefully, Chaos was struck with a desire for popcorn. Which begged the question: go back and buy some. Or bring a fire and try to pop a few in the maze. Surely the corn would be ripe for the picking. "It looks great! If all is well I'm going to try my luck..."

She was Chaos, but only in theory. Or by luck. Accident. Rarely by design, it merely happened to be the way of things. And she was about to conquer the maze, or not, there was no telling.

The First
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As you begin your journey into the maze, everything seems normal. At least as normal as a corn maze could be. Really, it was just a dirt path and corn as far as you could see. In fact, it would almost be disappointed as nothing happened. Right when you decided that this was a waste of time and going to try and head back, something catches your eye. Something tiny and white just laying on the path.

As you get nearer, you see that it is a piece of popcorn. Just the kind you were crave when you started the maze. Then you see another piece of popcorn. And another. It is a trail of popcorn leading around a corner. Since there is nothing else to do, you start following it to see where it leads.

After following the trail for about fifteen minutes, you come to a four way intersection with four paths going in different ways. In the middle of the intersection is a small child, munching on a bag of popcorn. When he hears you, he turns to face you and you see that it isn't a child but an elf! Not one of those wispy ethereal elves in fantasy stories but more like a Keebler elf. He tips his head to you, chewing with his mouth open. "You lost?"
 
The cacophony of salesmen screaming for my attention made me close my eyes, and it made my smile bigger. There was no reason for the third man. I can do this, I can do this myself. I don't need them - unless…

So, as I still don't know what currency they're after and how much liquidity a perfectly good M6 nut and few very capable (and pure!) splices of copper is (there's a chance I'll need my keys later on), it is simply fair to let them compete. As far as I know, they do the haggling themselves! I just keep my cards in my pockets and keep smiling with my lips and eyes.

Only that there's little of value to buy. Knives? Hankerchiefs? Ale! Ale is good, water is smart. I think about the water for a while, but after I've waited for a while for the pitch to begin and see if a bargain forms itself, I lie that I'll check if the neighbour has a better offer and come back if he doesn't.

Coins! I try to see if there'd be a coin like mine in the mix. A few, damn, makes mine obsolete.

I drag myself to the one stall that pretends that I do not exist. Interesting. Why isn't she as keen as the others? I slouch in front of the stall and skim through the items. I couldn't make sense of what book she was reading despite a few glances.

Oh, an on-delay relay. What a pull. I dig in and turn an old alternating relay. A massive find - if it works, tho. Shit, it's 24VDC to the coil. It could still work, no? No, not without a transformer and it wouldn't make any sense, I need a 230AC one..

Does any of this matter, if we are dead, mr. 1st?, they asked him, but he disregarded the mutiny with a from-the-cheek sigh.

What is he building?, they asked. One knew; disarming through predictibility.

"Whatcha readin'?", I asked as if nonchalantly and put the relay back where it were.

A nice spoon. Was it silver? 830. Tsk.

"I wonder if I could find some eye to the maze. You reckon?", I continue with a lingering questionmark. I should be shot on the spot, I knew, but I fiddled around with a music box and refused to be caught in a position like this.

Turning the music box made my heart sink a bit. Everything here seemed more valuable than what I possessed.

"What would you give for a personality, I'd have a few characters to spare."
The First
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The woman lets out annoyed sigh as she closes the book. You realize that she is reading the book upside down though the words still look fuzzy to your eyes. She turns her gaze to you and you see her eyes are pure white without pupils. "What? Can't you see I'm busy?" It seems that she could not care less if you were a customer or not. "I suppose I would take a few characters. What kind do you have?"

She watches you closely, "Do you hear them too?" She points to her head, "I hear them too and they are quite annoying. But normally I can just drown them out. Now, are you going to buy something or can I get back to reading?"

As you touch the items, she makes little grunts as if you are touching her precious toys. "Tell me, are you looking to go through the maze quickly?" She points to a coin. "that will lead you out." The coin itself had no face and it was of a metal that you had never seen before. It looked expensive. "Its on sale, actually. Only need one of your souls."
 
The Third
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@Flex​

The little flame darts ahead, its tiny body flickering and dancing between the towering stalks of the maze. Every now and then it disappears entirely, only to reappear a little further along the path. It plays with you, teases you, testing your patience with little, delighted giggles. How strong is your drive? How badly do you want to be in the right place, and in just the right amount of time in advance before you actually need to be there?

You surge ahead, carving a blazing hot path through the stalks in a strictly linear direction. Your velocity is astounding. Your need for speed, undeniable. If you could hear beyond the pure masculine aggression roaring past your ears, you would notice that that the maze is becoming quieter, more still. The cawing of the ravens has faded, as has the distant voices of other visitors. It's just you, and the flame.

Then, quite suddenly, the path opens before you.

Before you lays a great, circular clearing, its earth flattened into an unnaturally smooth disc. The corn stalks surrounding it forms a thick, towering wall around the circumference, creating what looks like a crop circle carved into the very heart of the maze. There are no festivities here; no lanterns light the area, no decorations or welcoming little trinkets hang around. Only the dark earth, flattened stalks, and the pale light of the moon.

The little flame hovers at the edge of the clearing, bobs once, twice, before giving a final little flicker and extinguishing itself.

There you are. Right where we want you.

The whisper curls around you, followed by soft, pleased cackle.

Three familiar figures stand around the clearing. The First Sister stands with her hands folded before her, posture straight and perfect beneath the dark folds of her robe. The Second leans rather casually against the surrounding corn, her head titled at their newest arrival. The Third, meanwhile, looks positively delighted, hands clasped together beneath her chin.

"Oh, look! He's here!" She chirps, giving him a little clap, "And loooook, he came running. So fast. How wonderfully eager!"

"Did you expect anything less?" The Second Sister muses, eyes drawing languidly over his form, "The man thought he was coming to meet a goddess."

"Ah. The Champion arrives. I trust you've enjoyed conquering the corn. It has been terribly frightened." The First Sister remains fixed on you, and despite her jab, offers no such amusement in her expression. Her sisters giggle behind her. "You have spent the evening making your own path, young man. However, now you needn't ever make another again."

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@AmphitriteSea @jahdeen

Elsewhere in the maze, two little flames bob merrily along a long, narrow passage, their golden lights illuminating the path ahead. They dart playfully between the stalks, sometimes circling back around to make sure neither visitors have fallen behind.

"Pretty fishy!" One giggled.

"Yes! But not the elf." The other chimed.

"Maybe she's waiting at the end..."

The stalks surrounding Seasaw and Echo begin to sway. It isn't from the breeze, they move deliberately. The leaves brush together overhead, their shadows casting greater shadows across the narrow path as the corn begins to lean forward. Behind you, the passage slowly closes.

"Nearly there!"

"Three naughty guests!"

"Three? But there's only two!"

"Teehee! One is already waiting!"


The flames dart forward, and the final few stalks pull apart to reveal a clearing beyond. They zip to the middle of it and dance around the man waiting there. Cheekily, they boop Flex with a hot buzz - one against each pec - and shoot upwards into the sky, exploding in a little shower of sparks around the little group.

The Third Sister squeals in delight. "Finally! Our three little wanderers all together. Isn't this lovely?"

The Second Sister opens her hands, a sinister smile widening under her hood. "It is lovely, sister. We do enjoy a group activity."

The First Sister steps forward, her skirts sweeping the flattened earth. "Do not mistake this gathering for a welcome."

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The air changes, and a low tremor passes beneath the earth. You can barely feel it at first, but then it grows stronger and stronger until the ground is shuddering beneath your feet. The First Sister raises one hand, and the soil around the clearing ripples.

Then comes the hands.

Pale and dirt covered, fingers push through the flattened earth with eager determination. They seize ankles, legs, wrists, tangling in clothing and grasping at limbs with surprising strength. Eventually, all three of you are on your knees, held firmly in place.

"Awww, they like you! Aren't they just the most helpful little guys?" The Third Sister says, encouragingly.

"Helpful? They're obedient. Which is more I can say for these three." said the Second Sister.

The First Sister steps into the middle of the clearing and surveys you all with an austere expression.

"They have had ample opportunity to demonstrate their incapability to follow simple instructions." She pauses, passing her dark gaze over each of you.

"Now, they will listen."

​

"The rules were not complicated. They were not unreasonable. They were not written in a language you didn't understand."

The First Sister raises one, pale finger.

"Do not leave the paths."

She raises a second finger.

"Do not take what does not belong to you."

A third.

"And above all, be kind."

Her expression hardened.

"Three simple instructions. Three reasonable requests. And yet, here we are."

"Perhaps we should have drawn pictures..."

"Some people can't resist putting their hands where they don't belong."

"...or their feet."

They all look at the resident himbo. Your great muscles strain, but to no avail, the hands keep you secured to the ground.

"You, with the verb for a name. You were expressly instructed to remain on the paths. Instead, you decided the paths were beneath you, and not in the way they were intended."

"Oh, but he's so important. So powerful. Ordinary paths simply cannot accommodate his greatness."

"You forced your way through the stalks, disregarding the boundaries of this place, and behaved as though the entire maze existed for your needs alone. And then, spent an absurd amount of time pulling at the very things you were instructed to leave alone!"

"Working out, he calls it."

"Well, I liked the show...maybe the corn did as well?"

"Hush! I think the corn has suffered enough."

"You mistake confidence for competence. Your vanity has made a mockery of your better sense. Though, it's debatable as to whether you had any to begin with. Those grand decelerations, ha! One little whisper and you were ready to surrender yourself entirely."

"Aw, he's a romantic."

"He's an imbecile."

The two sisters giggle, but the First snaps.

"Neither quality excuses disobedience!"

Her eyes fall to Seasaw, stranded far from water in the straw, hands firmly hold you in place.

"You, little mermaid, stood before us, read our instructions, and promised to behave. Only to do precisely the opposite almost immediately."

"It was rather quickly."

"Five minutes. It has to be a new record, surely."

"You wandered off the path, chased shadows through the stalks, disrupting their peace. You disregarded the paths and made your own."

"She did make quite a splash!"

"Which the corn did not appreciate."

"So much spunk! So little demureness...and even less mindfulness."

"An unfortunate set of qualities, given that she has no idea where she's going most of the time."

"Spunk and good wit are no substitutes for good sense. You were not invited to rearrange our maze, and yet, you thought it perfectly alright to do just that."

Finally, her attention shifts to the handsome, golden haired man with the gold freckling his cheeks.

"And you, Echo. Perhaps you believe yourself innocent by virtue of having followed, rather than led."

"Hmmm, how convenient. Someone else makes the mess, and you simply follow along."

"Like a little one-horned baby dinosaur!"

"You entered where you were not supposed to, followed where you were not supposed to, and allowed yourself to be led by things you did not understand, and did not care to consider."

"All for a chance to find a pretty little elf."

"Oh, how romantic. I wish I was a pretty little elf..."

"A little less following, and a little more thinking will do you well in your future, young dragon. Good intentions do not absolve you of poor judgement."

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The sisters all moved at once, coming to stand in a line in front of you three of you.

"What a collection we've gathered tonight!"

"Oh yes. A braggart, a fish out of water, and a dragon with his head in the clouds."

"You were given hospitality. You were given guidance. You were given every opportunity to conduct yourselves with even the smallest measure of courtesy, and you failed to do so."

"Spectacularly!"

"Therefore, you will remain here. Bound to the earth that you so carelessly mistreated and held by the hands of those who have only done marginally worse before you."

The hands grip you tighter, as though resentful of the fact that you've gotten away with things this lightly.

"Until the festivities in this area have ended, you will not leave this circle. No wandering. No shortcuts. No little adventures." The First Sister gives Seasaw a pointed look.

"And no running off to find pretty little elves!" The Third Sister steps forward to boop Echo on the nose with one tattooed finger.

"Or goddesses." The second replies dryly, smirking at Flex.

"When you are released, it will be done so with a consequence of your actions applied to you for the rest of the evening."

She turns away from you and drifts towards the edge of the clearing, her sisters following behind.

"We have other guests to attend to. We do hope you're comfortable, it's going to be a long evening."

The sisters disappear, and the clearing falls silent. Above you, the little flames reappear, dancing merrily in the darkness above their heads, looking very pleased with themselves. Beneath them, beneath you, the hands remain firmly around your limbs, their fingers occasionally twitching.

Three trespassers. Three offenders.

And not a single path in sight.

(Thank you for playing in the corn maze! Your characters have successfully completed this section. Once the new section opens, you will be able to continue on your adventure. Maybe.)
 
The First
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The woman lets out annoyed sigh as she closes the book. You realize that she is reading the book upside down though the words still look fuzzy to your eyes. She turns her gaze to you and you see her eyes are pure white without pupils. "What? Can't you see I'm busy?" It seems that she could not care less if you were a customer or not. "I suppose I would take a few characters. What kind do you have?"

She watches you closely, "Do you hear them too?" She points to her head, "I hear them too and they are quite annoying. But normally I can just drown them out. Now, are you going to buy something or can I get back to reading?"

As you touch the items, she makes little grunts as if you are touching her precious toys. "Tell me, are you looking to go through the maze quickly?" She points to a coin. "that will lead you out." The coin itself had no face and it was of a metal that you had never seen before. It looked expensive. "Its on sale, actually. Only need one of your souls."

The pure whites makes my gut lurch, yet I don the smile nevertheless. As I get more nervous, so does the smile. I can feel the back of my mind curling. Yet, she's fast to calm, and I blow out the growing nervousness with a controlled exhale. We're not in a conflict. She seemed like a witch, and I knew perfectly not to anger one. I had made that mistake once before, and I've learned my lesson.
"Oh, I'll buy if you have something worth buying, ma'm."

"Hear who?"
, I ask absently as I skim through the toys, remembering not to drop polite smile.
Us! Yes, I know, but I'm not talking to you. She's right, they are annoying, but they have their uses.
I move on just as fast as she does and clasp my wrists behind my back as I eye the wares. "Oh, I'm not sure if it's the point of a maze to clear it quickly, but..."
And oh, she's giving me a discounted coin for a piece of my soul.

It is a pretty coin, though. A Coinpass. How interesting. "The soul's not for sale, but I'll give you a character. Haggle?", I'm not sure if it works like this, but I'm a pretty good dancer, and I'll tap through the rhythm. "I'll give Apathy for the Coin?" You always abandon me. It's because you're useless. I know. Worthless. We don't use that word anymore. I'm sure you'll come back, eventually. We'll miss you until.
I'll reach for the coin, carefully. The more disgruntled she becomes the slower my hand reaches for it.

"So what's the maze for exactly? The mazes I know were made to guide something inside, spirits for example, and leave the wicked ones there. Anything more about it you could tell me before.. before I'll go in? I'll leave you be if you do. I promise." I show my teeth with grin. A near wink.
 
For those who have completed the maze, please continue your adventure here! The Hollow Harvest - Pumpkin Patch

For those still in the maze, do not fret, we will get you out relatively unscathed!

For the troublemakers, you are now able to move forward but alas, your punishment is not over. As you exit the maze, you find that your head is now a Jack O' Lantern! Don't worry, effects should wear off hopefully
 
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