Welcome to Halloween 2025 on the NuPlaza!
This year, we have decorated the Kingdom banners with some humorous and spooky themes to go along with them.
(Follow the Kingdom links to discover the decorations)
Happy Halloween from your admins! Enjoy the season!
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Imladris: The last batch of miruvor, the cordial from Imladris, was brewed using mushrooms from the Shire rich in a powerful protein. The mushrooms created a more hearty, earthier, bolder, and meatier flavour. The new cordial, alas, has caused the elves to develop excessive six-pack abs. These six-packs compress their diaphragms, causing their once sweet voices to become distorted, much like the eerie sounds of a wraith's fingernails down slate.
Khazad-dûm: The dwarves were concerned that they had bought a bad seed—a pumpkin—planted by the newly established Guild of the Gardeners. These pumpkins were growing with grinning, gap-toothed faces that mocked the dwarves with gourd-like voices. Unaccustomed to farming and growing food, and talking pumpkins, the dwarves retreated to their mountain mansions while the pumpkins multiplied, sprouted and took root less than a mile below the East Gate of Khazad-dûm.
Gondor: Descendants of Queen Berúthiel's cats roam the night, carrying out evil deeds, spying, and instilling fear. Close the shutters and seal any small cracks, for these cats are sneaky and sleek, capable of finding nooks and crannies that others often overlook. Keep any secrets, secret.
Rohan: Beware the Headless Rider! This tale, likely fabricated by the Dunlendings, echoes the legend of Helm, a fierce and gaunt figure known for his brutal deeds. While Helm was said to have eaten men, the Headless Rider is on a different quest—he seeks his head.
Through the two rows of the Barrowfield, a rutted road leads from the city gates. At night, he rides along this road. The tombs of the Kings, glowing ghostly in the light of the moon off the simbelmynë. And although he is headless, a wail of despair comes from him, chilling the air as he continues to search.
The Shire: Farmer Maggots' mushroom crop has become infested. The prized mushrooms now display sickly colours, and a green gas is emanating from them. Throughout the Shire, Hobbits who hoard the mushrooms are roused in the dead of night, listening fearfully to unsettling sounds of phantoms, ominous felines, and high-pitched squeaks and clicks of vampire bats—a foul smell wafts from their pantries, accompanied by decaying pumpkins.
Fangorn: While the Ents are away, the Huorns will play. Hiding in the shadows and moving with great speed, the Huorns rampage through Fangorn Forest and the surrounding area. They pose a threat to anyone whom they encounter, as they are unattended by Ents. The Huorns have also come to the Treegarth of Orthanc, imitating the Ents by creating a new list, hastily, over and over, of all that is "queer and wild", in rusty barky voices.
Mordor: Having lost their master, the remaining Ringwraiths haunt the land on full moons. With no guidance, they are bereft and revert to being children. They search for their childhood toys, including lost marbles, wooden swords, toy drums, tin soldiers, and more. They peer into children's playrooms and windows with longing, and the scent of decay and brimstone surrounds them. If you listen closely, fear running up your spine, you can hear first a sniff and then a whisper in a deadly voice weeping: " The Toys! The Toys!"
Banner design and descriptions by @Drífa
