Fair Grounds
As you walk into the fairgrounds, the sights and sounds can be overwhelming but you take a moment to take it all in. You notice a host of simple games and stands, from a pumpkin ring toss game where you have to toss rings onto the pumpkin stem to the all-favorite “Pin the Spider” where you could pin a fake spider on a web, or another favorite "Guess the Mimic". There are stands too where you can devour your favorite snacks. Caramel apples, ghost cookies, monster fingers, mini pumpkin pies, and many other delicious treats bring all monstrosities to the feast!

There are many attractions at the fair!

Fair Index:
Haunted Hayride
Haunted House of Fears
Tunnel of Love
Little Garden of Horrors
Ghost Gate Street
Mirror Maze
Sálir Parade
The Battlegrounds


Haunted Hay Ride

At first glance, the attraction seems to be nothing more than a large but old measly wooden wagon filled with hay and a coachman of a similar fashion with gray eyes. The only things that look sturdy would be the pair of stallions hooked up to the wagon. Once you take your place onto it,, the old man will speak to you in a barely audible voice before commanding the horses to follow the dirt path into the nearby forest. It’d be easily assumed by you and most people that from the look of the road, the forest and the dim lights that surround the area that the ride will be simple and short.

However, things aren’t quite so once you venture deep into the woods. The further the ride continues, the more the surroundings feel eerily odd. The trees themselves stretch out in strange poses and you may swear that at one point or another, one is trying to grab you with its branches. Other than the galloping, the place is dead quiet and one may start to worry whether this was the same forest that they saw earlier. What may be more disturbing is the gargoyles that lay perched along the road. Many of them are grotesque in nature and outworldly; some bearing fangs and claws while others possess tentacles and large, gaping holes that seem like mouths along their bellies. Many have wings that spread out as if they are about to take flight but the worst thing about them is that they look so lifelike and you may feel like they are watching you.

At some point, the horses begin to grow wild and buck against the reins the coachman wields until they are able to break away and flee the scene. The man will curse loudly in a voice opposite of what was seen for the majority of the time and will warn you not to leave the wagon while he rushes off to chase after the horses.

Should you oblige and remain there, it will feel like hours, even days in the never changing darkness of the woods but eventually he will return with the steeds and the ride will resume. A few more minutes and you will circle right back into the starting point, bringing the journey to its end.

But should you venture off, regardless of reason, and not heed the coachman’s words, then be prepared for the night of frights you’ve been seeking and more. Traveling in any direction will lead you back to the wagon after some time, but if you head backwards, you may find some of the gargoyles are missing from their resting place, and the dead atmosphere is broken by horrific roars and screeches. Your new friends may even try to capture you or your fellow passengers with no end in sight. Again, the coachman will return, obvious to the terrors as things fall back into normality and the ride will continue and cease as previously mentioned.

Now, you may want to gloat about how wonderful the ride actually was and how terrifying things could have been, but you aren’t. Literally, you can’t bring yourself to speak any words mentioning the ride.

The wagon has been enchanted so that whoever partakes on the ride can’t speak of what they encountered for the rest of their time at the fair. After all, we can’t have you ruining the surprise for the others, now can we?



Haunted House of Fears

A two-story mansion stands covered in long overgrown vines, its windows darkened with no light shining from inside. As you walk up the old cobbled pathway a skeleton in a tuxedo greets you with a nod of his top hat. He greets you kindly and bids you welcome to the old mansion that has been opened up for people to explore. Once you are ready to enter, he gestures towards the door as the door opens on creaky hinges allowing you to enter.

Once inside, you walk into a lavish, if dusty, entry hall with stairs leading to the second floor with hallways off to each side. Candles provide some lighting but there are many shadows and dark places, and, classically, all of the portraits on the walls follow you as you walk the halls. Some of them will happily hold a small conversation with you for a minute or so, some just turn into scary faces and scream. The air in the mansion is unmoving, and there is a constant chill in the air with some spots being colder than others. The shadows always seem to be hiding something that is watching you, but no matter how fast you get into them or shine a light there is never anything there.

The main floor consists of the living room, kitchen, dining room and the utility rooms that the servants would use. The kitchen has food being cooked as if people just left in a hurry ahead of you, it looks tasty. However, should you help yourself, you’ll find that the food tastes stale and rotten despite its looks and as you look around again you now see that the food now looks rotten and old and the fire has long gone out. You must have annoyed someone because out of nowhere a large butcher knife flies across the room towards you only to pass by and lodge into the wall.

The dining room has seats for up to thirty guests, with place settings ready for all, nothing on the table is covered in dust, unlike the rest of the room. As you approach a chair slides out from the table as if welcoming you to sit down, the choice is yours of course. Should you choose to do so the chair slides back into place at the table, and then promptly straps you place so you cannot get out, the following events might leave you rattled until the chair releases you. Have fun!
Should you check the door label as the supply room you’ll find it locked.

On the second floor are the bedrooms, 2 of them. The first is a kids’ bedroom, small beds for the twin siblings whose portraits on the wall, eyes following you. Toys are strewn about but should you go to touch one the twins start to yell at you to leave their toys alone. Should you persist, well, they just get grumpier and might try and take them back from you. Take it too far as if you’re holding a toy you suddenly find yourself unable to move, only move your eyes, as the twins step out of their portrait and slowly walk over to you. Guess you should have let their toys go.

The master bedroom next, and as you open the door and walk in it is pitch black inside, until you walk across the threshold and the door slams shut behind you and candles around the room light themselves. You now see the full bedroom and it's huge, with an equally huge bed that's covered in blood, in fact, most of the room is splattered with blood. There is a corpse laying on the floor just out of sight behind the bed and should you investigate you find yourself looking at your own face! Just as your eyes meet your own laying on the floor, a snarling noise can be heard behind you. If you can drag your gaze away from your dead self, you spy a large black dog walking out of a portrait of it standing next to its master.

It growls and snarls revealing blood-stained oversized fangs, hollow black eyes glowing in the candle light. It starts to stalk towards you, a hungry look in its eyes, and no matter what you throw at it the canine doesn’t stop. You can try and stand up to the canine, or perhaps try and hide in the closet that is close by, the door is open after all. Should you take the closet to hide in the canine yelps and barks at the door to try and break in, and you can see it through the cracks in the door.

Suddenly the floor opens below you and you drop what seems like way too far for a building this size only to land on something soft that breaks your fall without hurting you. As you catch your breath and stand to look around the room you’re in now, you see a sign above a nearby door that says ‘supply room’. It’s the only door in the room and as you open it you see… the gift shop.



Tunnel of Love

A classic carnival ride given a spooky makeover! As couples arrive at the starting point of the ride, the skeleton attendant, decked out in a full tuxedo with tails and a top hat, greats them and ushers each couple to a waiting swan boat. But these are not the classic white swans, they are jet black with blood red eyes that glow in the dim light of the tunnel. The seats in each swan are comfy and there is space enough for the couple to either stretch out or cuddle close as the ride starts. Once the couple is strapped in the skeletal host seems to smile at them as he tips his hat and rattles out a simple but expected warning ‘keep your hands and feet in the swan at all times’. Before pulling a level to start the ride.

As the swans start their journey, they pass through a magically darkened doorway, for a second it is pitch black, no matter of night vision or magic can cut through it. But it does only last for a second before a bright sunny-like light brightens the tunnel. Beautiful fall weather can be felt in the air inside the ride, coloured leaves drift lightly down to the ground in the cool breeze. As the ride continues illusionary animals start to appear, rabbits, foxes, birds of various kinds singing in the trees, all getting ready for the coming winter. It is a peaceful scene that any couple would enjoy laying out in the forest just watching life go on around them. As the passage to the next section nears, an attentive person might spy golden eyes watching them in the shadows of the attraction, or did you? Hard to tell, you’re so entranced by your love for the one you’re with it was probably just your imagination.

The passage to the next area starts as the first, pitch black for a second and then lightening up. However, the light is dim as it is later in the evening now and the air much cooler than before. Some of the illusionary animals are gone replaced by their more nocturnal counterparts, deer and elk are grazing, the howls of a wolf pack in the distance. It starts to sink in that this place seems to have no discernable walls, like the landscape goes on forever. The swan suddenly jolts as if struck by something before moving again, however, a little way on there’s a crudely written sign that says ‘apologize for the bump!’.

The waters in the ride are black, somehow blacker than the swan, and don’t seem to have any kind of bottom. However, if you look too long into the ink black water you get the sense that something might be looking back at you, aside from your own reflection.

As the ride continues near the end of the second section the swan stops suddenly with a jolt. Nothing, nothing happens, it as if the swan has gotten stuck. The lights start to flicker the area you have left behind goes dark as night, only a glowstone above you stays lit. Out in the darkness you can hear movement, multiple things moving around, but you can only see the odd shadow slip into view, long enough to see it not long enough to identify it. A creaking noise can be heard close by along with a rattling noise as a skeleton dressed like host, steps into view. It rattles off another apology for the delay in the ride, and it will get the swan going in just a moment. As it is speaking it drops itself into the water, which you see only comes up to its waist. It goes behind the swan and you can hear it tinkering with something before the swan jolts forward. As you watch the skeleton go to leave the water it stops and looks concerned somehow on its expressionless skull before it suddenly gets dragged under the water’s surface out of sight as you pass into darkness one last time.

It's now night in the forest, and things are, not as you expect. Zombies roam the lands, demons fly in the air, ghosts solemnly wonder around, lost in death. The black waters start to roil around the swan as the head of the swan starts to creak and crack and turn to look at you! Its mouth opens to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth as it lets out an evil cackling laugh as straps appear from somewhere to retrain the couple. All of the zombies, ghosts and demons are now looking in your direction as the start to close in, the swan is still moving, but it only has eyes for you! The wind howls now and the temperature drops noticeably, the swan cackles again. ‘you’re mine now’ is screeches as its neck starts to unnaturally elongate towards you both, mouth becoming wider and wider as the beasts around you starts to close in at the edges of the water.

Suddenly, it is light again, those few moments of panic are over, you are not restrained anymore, and the air is warm. ‘I hope the tunnel of love has brought you closer’ the skeleton host intones as you see that you have come to the end of the ride. As the swan stops the skeleton assists anyone that needs it, and bows as you leave. A quick looks back only gets met with a wicked wink of a red eye from the swan.

In the midst of the fair is a sprawling garden. As one crosses past the gates that contain these terrors, you will notice a variety of strange plants. The air smells foul, like spoiled meat and stagnant water. It was as if the plants themselves were cursed and the curse had spread to the very soil in which they grew. The entire garden pulsates with dark energy, almost as if it were alive and hungry.

From poppies with eyeballs in the center of them that seemed to watch those who passed to horrific screaming goldfish that had been melded to the plants. Giant man-eating fly traps that snapped as visitors walked by to the brain fungus that grew in the corners of the garden. The air smelled foul, like spoiled meat and stagnant water, especially when one was near the corpse flower. Unlike usual corpse flowers, this one both smells AND looks like a corpse. Visitors are warned to bring in snacks for the plants so that they might be too hungry to eat them.

Ghost Gate Street

Pass through an old Ataiyan-styled gate at twilight to enter a ghastly night market lined with stalls of various trinkets and items for sale. Those who enter run the risk of getting lost in the attractions as the street goes on indefinitely unless they find their way. This once in a new moon event is famous for having just about anything you could want at a price. Locals boast there are more cursed items for sale here than in every black market in Revaliir, but there's only one way to find out.

As one enters they are greeted by lanterns of foxfire and deadlight wisps which illuminate the endless parade of booths offering a wide variety of services. Aside from the bewitching ambiance, the night market is no different from what one can experience elsewhere during the daylight hours. Food, drink, and merriment abound in all forms and there are accommodations for all walks of life. Rumors say that some of the patrons walking the market street are no longer from the land of the living despite appearing so, and fairgoers are advised to refer to them as 'VIP guests'.The only people who are unwelcome are those who disrupt the market's atmosphere.

There are few rules in the market but there are three which all must abide by: violence against patrons and vendors is not allowed, no obstruction of business, and never disturb the VIP guests. Those who fail to follow these rules are said to face irrevocable consequences that no amount of status and authority can override.


Urban Legends: The Quackening

The Quackening is a random event you can experience when alone in the deserted parts of the night market where even the VIP guests do not wander. The vendors claim It's only a rumor but urban legends usually have a grain of truth to them. If you hang around the areas with little to no traffic after dusk, they say you'll hear the sound of a duck only for it to stop the moment you try to look for the source. As time passes the quacking will grow louder and closer until you are ambushed by an imposing shadowy entity that is several feet tall. Eyewitnesses claim to have seen it beneath the moonlight, one claiming it possessed the head of a mallard atop a muscular body. Should you be unfortunate enough to encounter it, it is advised that you throw any foodstuffs on your person at it and head for the busiest parts of the fair without looking back.

Mirror Maze

Up on a slight hill in an unassuming tent. The man in front of it is calling any and all to participate. “FACE YOURSELF!” He proclaims as he gestures into the tent. He pulls back the tent door to reveal nothing but black.

Once inside though that all changes. The lights seem to come on in spectacular fashion. Only now there’s no way out and only forward. All around you are nothing but reflections of you. You’ve stumbled into a mirror maze it would seem.
Magic seems to bounce off the mirrors and sometimes your reflections seem to be doing things that you yourself are not. Things begin to appear in the mirrors that you can’t see around you as you navigate the maze.

Will you panic? Will you fight? Will you face yourself?

Anything can happen in the mirror maze. From the mundane to the horrific. Spin fate’s wheel to find the answer… and just maybe you can make it out alive.

Sálir Parade

Once dusk starts to fall the streets start to clear for the procession. Men in cloaks begin to chant as they walk with pendulum lanterns swaying back and forth. The lanterns glow an eerie blue just like wisp lights. The braziers that have been lighting the fairground crackle loudly turning the same pale blue. Runes around the fair begin to glow a deep dark red. The wind lets loose a howl as it sweeps through the fair grounds swirling the changing leaves in whimsical patterns. Idly chatting voices are now conjured in the streets as ethereal forms begin to appear.

The night parade has commenced and the fair visitors are free to speak with their dead.

The Battlegrounds

Off to the side of the fair is a sectioned-off little town area. Magic is humming all around as a visible barrier is active. This barrier is where the hostile spirits are sucked into. Only the most brave souls should venture in.