The ancient pre-Christian Celtic festival Samhain marked the transition into winter. At this time of year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred, and the souls of the dead could revisit their former homes.
Pyrate
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I went looking for trouble
And, boy, I found her
She's in love with herself, she likes the dark
And on her milk-white neck, the Devil's mark
Now it's All Hallows' Eve, the moon is full
But will she trick or treat? I bet she will
This Halloween, So unlike any other
Her final words: “Don't be afraid Of the green light
On muddy ground, I'm lying drunk on her grave
Where I must wait, Until she wakes
The soil splits, Greenwood's ground will quake beneath me
And so shall take, Into the earth, To the green light
Fall fires burn 'neath black twisted boughs, Sacrifice to above.
Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds, Offering of this blood.
Into the flames and without shame, Consumed with howls and screams.
Pumpkins grin in their despair, On All Hallows’ Eve.
y'know All Hallows Eve is near when....
Desperate brides are paying witches to conjure the perfect $100K wedding amid soaring costs
When the florist costs five figures, a $15 spell suddenly feels like a bargain.
~pulls out a feather quill, a bottle of ink, and a leather bound ledger~
FCN doesn't use coins anymore so... I cannae acquire 882 coins.... and there be no coin to point conversation ratio nor system non neither....
~scribbles some notations into the ledger furiously sighs and hangs his head~
~the rum runs out of his lips and down his jaw, drenching his clothes. He hurls the bottle away, and lets it smash onto the wall near the cabin door, then turns and LAUGHS maniacally~
You'd best start believing in ghost stories. I am one.
~He grabs a bottle of rum, uncorks it with his teeth, gives a little toast, and then drinks deeply~
I feel nothing ... Not the wind on my face, nor the spray of the sea ... ... nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
~he flinches his hands away clenching them into fists, and leans forward, his face contorted into a leering smile, with blackened teeth~
Only in the moonlight shows me for what for what I really am!
I am not among the living, and so I cannot die... but neither am I dead! For too long I have been parched of thirst, and unable to quench it! Too long, I have been starving to death... and haven't died!
There is but one way I can end the curse... All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold that Pyr took must be restored and the blood be
repaid.
But... the more I gave them away, the more I came to realize – drink will not satisfy, food turns to ash in my mouth,
and all the pleasurable company in the world can not slake my lust. I am a cursed man. Compelled by greed I was, but now,
I am consumed by it.
Buried on an Island of the Dead which cannae be found 'cept by those who know where it 'tis... I remember... But find it, I did. There be the chest, inside be the gold, and I took them all. I spent 'em and traded 'em and frittered 'em away… on drink and food and pleasurable company.
So the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal foolish enough to remove but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
One of eight-hundred and eighty-two identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortéz himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies... But the greed of Cortéz was insatiable.
There's no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone, anymore.
~he reaches into the stone chest and retrieves a gold coin, the size of a medallion, and lets it slip thru his fingers back into the stone chest~
You know what this is, don't you? This is Aztec gold.
~he lifts his right leg and uses his boot to kick off the lid to the stone chest. Inside are hundreds of gold coins with Aztec glyphs the size of medallions~
I don't believe in ghost stories anymore. At least that is what I thought, when I first was told the tale.
~The room contains swag, booty and a spectacular amount of treasure: piles of coins, gold and silver ingots, jewelry, objects d' art, jade and ivory, brightly colored silks, furniture, jewels and pearls, mirrors and swords...~
~He wanders into the cabin; across is a table filled with an impressive spread of food, he carries in a tray with more food, sets down
the final dish, places the silverware perfectly, then lights some candles which illuminates a stone chest carved with Aztec glyphs in the center of the room~
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