"This is an entry for
's Halloween Contest."
Wanted to make something for Halloween. As per usual got carried away... This took a ridiculously long time and about 25 hissy fits as I didn't use Photoshop, but stuck to Artrage. Am sure it needs some tweaks, but I'm very happy with it.
Second Wacom attempt- will stop counting when I reach three
. The story is just something I put together in 10 minutes, more like a gagish ghost story
"Long ago, the town had been conquered by the Ottomans. Though the people gathered together, and fought most valliantly, they could not overturn the great army that had appeared at their door. For years they struggled under the heels of their oppressors, battling against famine, plague and robbery. The people, who had no more weapons to fight, prayed, for the Gods to save them. It is said, that the prayers were so ardent, that at night, the town would be swept by a chorus of murmurs. Yet no divine aid came to them...
The Ottomans kept much of the town intact. Their general had ordered, that, no books were supposed to be burnt and no learned man harmed. The only thing that changed in the town was that a mosque was built, next to the town’s church. This church however, was partly destroyed so as to make enough room for the mosque, but for the most part, the general had even allowed the people to preserve their faith.
All these measures could not sway the people though. Murders had accured, and rapes, robberies and arson, despite the general’s orders. It took a forth night for him to reestablish order within his ranks, and to weed out the traitors who had disobeyed his orders.
The people would remember...
It was upon a night no different than any other, that the people rallied once more, under the orders of an old carpet weaver. Each man, woman and child took in their hand whatever they could carry: pitchforks, scissors, knives, bricks. They stormed the villas, the library, the mosque. When the cock crowed, though many had died, the town was in the hands of the people once more.
That morning, a child asked what were they supposed to do with the prisoners. Some suggested that they should let them go, but without provisions or weapons.
But, the people remembered...
They dragged their enemies upon the hill that overlooked the village, and there, at the shadow of two oaktrees, they skinned and hanged each of their living prisoners. Some could not bare to look, but most looked on with hunger in their eyes.
The old men say that ever since that day, no leaf has ever grown on any branch. The blood had been soaked with so much blood, that the trees wilted and died...
The people never rebuilt their old church. They saw no need. The Gods had not helped them, had not heard them, so they would hear no more of Gods. Instead, they kept the mosque tower and adjoined it to the church, which they turned into a Library.
Despite their newly found resent for Gods, the sight of the barren trees awoke much worry in the heart of the townsfolk. So, as to appease the evil spirits that surely were seething with anger beneath their roots, they would have to hang something else from the branches of the trees.
A very shrewed townsman, proposed that they should try pumpkins, with candles in them, so as to create the impression of life- that might decieve the spirits. And, he added, after all, he had had a plentifull pumpkin harvest this year, and it would come at no great cost for the town at all... Of course, what he had forgot to mention, and what no one else considered, was that his pumpkins, were the only pumpkins available in the town.
Ever since then, on the night that the invaders were overthrown, people carve their lanterns and hang them from the dead branches, so as to keep away the hatred of their departed victims. It surely was a splendid idea, for no one has ever seen a spirit walking through the town."
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