It was raining in Autumnavia, which happened every once and a while... But this rain was different, like a lot of things on Autumnavia. The rain was warm. It wasn't hot, it wasn't cold, it was warm. And it was pourings, gutters ran full, puddles formed, people ran inside.
The few that were outside to begin with, anyway, as most hid indoors during the nights. Things were... Different now with the Anrufe. You could feel when you stepped out your door, like a single nagging goose bump, or one raised hair... Something was off. Nothing felt the same, almost like something was asleep.
What was that something? Your average Karmagan didn't know. But they could feel it and they didn't like it.
Deep in the woods was a pumpkin patch where no pumpkin patch should be. It was perfectly tended, with great big, excellent pumpkins perfect for a pie... Just sitting there, out of season, out of place. A puddle of mud formed in the center of it... But the little water caught in it shifted from brown to black, and two eyes stared out of it.
I, can, hear you....
Won't, you, hear me...
It sang softly, weakly. Gradually the pumpkins began to sprout small legs. Small ones at first, but they slowly got bigger. Large arms grew too, and a jack o' lantern's smile carved itself into the pumpkin. A little over two dozen of these creatures rose, vine bodies with pumpkin heads. All at once they broke the stem from their heads, their carved mouths grimacing. Their mouths didn't seem to change or shift, rather, it was like, a new shape suddenly appeared. Almost like it's face had always been like that. Except a moment later you'd see a different expression.
Faces a look of pure determination the pumpkin beings took off with vine buckets. They returned with water and dumped it into the puddle. They repeated this process, disappearing, returning, for hours until the puddle grew quite large. It was a coordinated effort, buckets filling and emptying. After many hours had passed the rain kept falling, and one of the beings emptied it's bucket and set it down. Another came, doing the same. And another, and another until all of them had returned, buckets empty at their sides. The black puddle began to bubble and move, rising up from the ground forming the vague figure of a man, but the water wasn't stable enough to keep a short, water dripping down and being sucked back up.
Tired eyes stared at them in seriousness.
Call the Will o' Wisps... Tell them their Lord demands their presence.
