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Ygor's Revenge
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A stench of death and decay suddenly made itself present on the seashore, making its way into the carved triangle of O'Lantern's nose. The scarecrow looked around for the source, and found himself staring back at the approaching storm. Somewhere inside of it it pulsed an ominous red, the hollow voice in the wind rising to a bone-chilling wail. A shudder passed through O'Lantern; the barnyard scrap that made up his body rattling and creaking and rustling. The air was growing thick with whatever dark power emanated from the storm, and the others began to leave.
Needing no more warning he turned to begin fleeing, only to see three white-armored figures at the edge of the beach. The tallest of them thrust a weapon--something like a staff, or mace, or spear, O'Lantern couldn't quite tell--forward and fired a shimmering blue beam towards the storm. It struck head on, and for a moment the cloud shifted and squirmed in discomfort. The light inside of O'Lantern's head glimmered hopefully. Surely these newcomers were heroes; knights of the king sent to vanquish whatever evil was invading this place. One of them, and old man, called out for them. The scarecrow broke into an awkward run. His long legs, which were merely old cornstalks tied around jointed pieces of wood, moved stiffly, while the wooden washtub that formed his shoulders squeaked from side to side on the metal bucket that made his middle.
In another moment he found himself standing among the men in white, along with the others. It occurred to him that one of the knights was unusually tall, and possessed a surplus number of legs. Curious as it was O'Lantern wasn't going to question it. The knight was clearly as brave, if not braver, than his two-legged brethren.
"I must thank you for saving us, good sir knights," he said with a humble bow that nearly caused him to fall over. As he shakily stood up again he noticed for the first time the strange woman that had been among them. She was beautiful, if a little strangely colored, and like the giant knight had an excess of limbs, except in her case it was another set of arms. She had adorned herself in beautiful ornaments of wondrous craftsmanship, and her body shimmered with gold and silver and jewels. O'Lantern bowed to her in greeting, surely she could have been nothing other than a Princess.
Needing no more warning he turned to begin fleeing, only to see three white-armored figures at the edge of the beach. The tallest of them thrust a weapon--something like a staff, or mace, or spear, O'Lantern couldn't quite tell--forward and fired a shimmering blue beam towards the storm. It struck head on, and for a moment the cloud shifted and squirmed in discomfort. The light inside of O'Lantern's head glimmered hopefully. Surely these newcomers were heroes; knights of the king sent to vanquish whatever evil was invading this place. One of them, and old man, called out for them. The scarecrow broke into an awkward run. His long legs, which were merely old cornstalks tied around jointed pieces of wood, moved stiffly, while the wooden washtub that formed his shoulders squeaked from side to side on the metal bucket that made his middle.
In another moment he found himself standing among the men in white, along with the others. It occurred to him that one of the knights was unusually tall, and possessed a surplus number of legs. Curious as it was O'Lantern wasn't going to question it. The knight was clearly as brave, if not braver, than his two-legged brethren.
"I must thank you for saving us, good sir knights," he said with a humble bow that nearly caused him to fall over. As he shakily stood up again he noticed for the first time the strange woman that had been among them. She was beautiful, if a little strangely colored, and like the giant knight had an excess of limbs, except in her case it was another set of arms. She had adorned herself in beautiful ornaments of wondrous craftsmanship, and her body shimmered with gold and silver and jewels. O'Lantern bowed to her in greeting, surely she could have been nothing other than a Princess.