Well it started with the Inquisitor Claus post and in my normal impulsive attitude I decided I wanted to do a piece of Mistborn Holiday art. It started out as expected but I merged it with " Koloss Head Munching Day”. So I renamed if Munchfest and copied "Twas the Night Before...." and slowly altered the lines.
I got a little ways in before realizing, I hate poetry and rhyming in general and simply want to do the art, but feel the art would go better with a small story to go with it. So I'm hoping for some help with the writing so I have a scene to illustrate.
Basically I figured since the final empire isn't a pleasant place, that on Munchfest Eve, instead of someone coming into your home to give good children toys, they break in, and take your food and the bad children (or so parents say). So a Koloss rides around on this carriage with the roof torn off and fills it up with sacked goods (with an inquisitor hanging on the back or something. Ransacks your cupboards and takes its home to his buddies.
Well here's what I have so far.....Unfortunately the impulsive desire to finish has all but worn off so I doubt I'll finish it this Muchfest. So feel free to add lines if you wish, but I'll finish at some point.
'Twas the eve before Munchfest, and down in the streets
Not a sound could be heard, but that of small scuttling feet;
The alleys were clogged with beggars and urchins alike,
In prayer that a saggy skinned monstrosity would never strike;
The skaa were all huddled and concealed in their nooks,
In fear of being battered and skinned, then pickled or cooked.
When, what from the twisting and swirling mist should appear,
But a rotten, old carriage, lead by eight transparent deer,
With its blue faced driver, and Inquisitors in tow,
Mounting the decrepit coach with sacks of embezzled treats in stow.
More rapid than mistborn, his kandra they came, (I considered using Mistwraith but didn't want two "mists" in a sentence)
As he roared and bellowed, as he spat out their names;
"Now, Seeker! now, Rioter! now, Soother and Seer!
On, Thug! on Tineye! on, Coinshot and now Lurcher!
Run on that human! Now tumble that wall!
Now that way and faster or I'll munch on you all!"
With the feel and sound of a bursting ash mound they moved,
When they met with an obstacle, they plowed straight on through.