#local legend

[ellewantsrevenge]

Uncle Lou’s Entertainment Hall is a launching pad for local punk, hardcore and experimental acts. It initially pened on Michigan Avenue in 2005, then moved to Mills Avenue in 2006

[ibrithir-was-here]

Are there any urban legends or cryptid stories that freaked you out the most?

When I was a child I was /deathly/ afraid of the Headless Horseman thanks to Wishbone xD

I think there was just something about seeing a dog in peril :(

I was also scared of the local legend of the witch that lived in the sewer drain and would crawl out to drag you back down with her, but I don't know if that was a proper local legend or a bunch of teenagers trying to scare a seven year old with a conveniently uncovered drainage pipe

[holycatsandrabbits]

The Ghost Before the Storm: South Carolina's Gray Man

Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: The Ghost Before the Storm: South Carolina's Gray Man

Welcome to Weird Wednesday! Today we’re strolling the stormy coast of South Carolina, looking for a ghostly man in gray.

Pawleys Island, South Carolina is a barrier island housing a small town, in an area of the US often struck by hurricanes. However, it’s also said to be visited by something else.

The story goes like this: in 1822, a young man was traveling from Charleston, South Carolina, to meet his fiancée on Pawley’s Island. Unfortunately, his horse stumbled in a marsh and threw him, and he drowned in the muddy water. But after his death, the young man’s fiancée saw him once again: on the beach (or, according to some accounts, in a dream), where he warned her about an approaching storm.

Taking the warning seriously, the young woman fled the area with her family. Soon after, Pawley’s Island was struck by a terrible hurricane which left intact only the home of the poor grieving woman. And now, legend says, every time the circumstances are repeated—every time a hurricane is due—the ghost of the drowned man appears on the shore in gray clothing, still seeking reunion with his lost love. His appearance is a warning of an approaching hurricane, but also brings protection: those who see him will find their homes spared by the storm.

Check out the blog post for the whole story and some writing prompts, such as:

Hurricane hunters. You could write a ghost hunter/storm chaser mashup about internet personalities chasing the Gray Man. After all, it’s hard to anticipate the appearance of a guy like Mothman, who shows up before random catastrophes. But we have plenty of advanced notice for hurricanes. So how about an uneasy alliance between adrenaline junkies wanting to experience a hurricane and ghost hunters who’d like to document a reliable paranormal occurrence? What happens if they find the Gray Man? Is he what they’re expecting? Can they manage to get proof before the storm hits? Does the Gray Man’s protective influence work if you seek him out on purpose?

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[rai-knightshade-art]

Discovered! Local Legend (Nod-Krai): The Wild Fiddler

"Spirit That Calls Itself 'Aleksandr'"

(Fan Concept)

Name: Aleksandr

Title: "The Wild Fiddler: Spirit That Calls Itself 'Aleksandr'"

Affiliation: The Wild Hunt

Arena: Long-Abandoned Household

Danger Status: Non-Aggro

Description: Wandering Travellers, walking through the woods on one of the islands of Nod-Krai, may find themselves stumbling across a small clearing in the trees. There, they'll find a picturesque scene: a soft grass circle, with a small pond in the center, and the ruins of a small cottage behind it. Looking up, the sky seems to be in a perpetual twilight, with the Frost Moon hanging just above the trees on the far side, and auroras dancing among the false stars. The tranquil scene is broken by one, solitary figure: a Fiddler, whose music softly wafts across the water to your ears from his Hardanger Fiddle.

This is no ordinary Fiddler, however, and Curious Travellers should be wary of the magenta flames that mar his otherwise unremarkable visage: they demarcate him as a Spirit of the Wild Hunt, a dangerous foe indeed. Luckily, the Cautious Traveller is rewarded, for he does not attack on sight; it seems he prefers to keep on playing, regardless of who is audience is--or if he even has one. But take heed, Adventurous Traveller, and do not let his docile appearance deceive you: should you engage him in battle, you will be in for an arduous fight for your very life. He attacks with Cryo, sending slashes of it from the bow of his instrument in rapid-fire attacks as he dances across the water; you MUST dodge them, Traveller of War, because one hit will freeze you in your tracks--forever.

Should you best him in battle, Victorious Traveller, you will be handsomely rewarded--but perhaps you need not endanger yourself at all. For the Fiddler does not spin his tale of woe to just anyone, but a certain Golden-Haired Traveller, or an esteemed Watchman of that Famed Lighthouse, might just be able to move him enough to hear it for themselves...

Unlockable Achievements:

The Fiddler's Fairytale: Discover the Wild Fiddler's Song

"If I Lose My Mind...": Defeat the Wild Fiddler

"...I'm Already Cursed": Defeat the Wild Fiddler without taking damage

"Years Ago...": Learn the Fiddler's True Name (Hint: must have either the Traveller or Flins in your party)

Close Ups:

[mecha-rhino]

A Study in the Wildlife of London

I would like to tell you about a certain type of urban life that I observed in my younger days.

I once lived in a small apartment in the east-end of the capital for about six months, which is roughly half a year. My neighbours were of the usual sort - a mixture of retired people, the occasional young couple, and a committed spinster. All thoroughly normal and unremarkable.

The colourful exception to this bland retinue was my upstairs diagonal neighbour Mr Jenkins ‘fishsticks’ Willis, who was, by comparison, a singularly peculiar fellow.

Mr Willis had been awarded his sobriquet of ‘fishsticks’ on account of his most extraordinary shins. He would parade along the corridors of the apartment building, and the adjoining streets, wearing short trousers, all the better to show off his ‘sticks’, as he called them.

You see, each of his shins was covered in golden scales, in the manner of a great fish. His shins would shimmer and dance in the light, all full of living and joyful natural radiance, like the play of light upon a rainbow trout lazily circling in a sparkling pool during the golden hour.

The overall appearance of Mr Jenkins Willis was like that of a hunched rat, all sniffly and pinched, and twitchy. His magnificent shins were his most striking feature, and they attracted no small amount of admiration around the neighbourhood.

Mr Willis was certainly not embarrassed by his so-called ‘fishsticks’ any way, in fact he rather encouraged his onlookers. He would routinely pluck out a fresh golden scale and make a present of it to notable or remarkable admirers. Over time, his fame became significant enough for him to be able to make a minor living from servicing the curiosity of tourists. Local Hackney carriage drivers could be requested to hasten to the ‘fish-legged man of the east end’ and so instructed they would most reliably convey one to Mr Willis, for the purposes of edification. Apparently, a young student doctor even authored a medical article about the phenomenon of Willis’s shins for the Lancet, back when said learned journal still accepted such curios.

I had very few direct interactions with Mr Willis myself that I may repeat. Although I will record that I most certainly found maintaining a conversation with him to be gravely taxing, primarily given the distraction represented by his bescaled shins, which he insisted on bandying about in an alarming manner. We did converse on occasion about the price of apples and corned beef, to which he was partial, and I knowledgeable. He also had a habit of scratching his ears whilst speaking, in the manner of a rodent, which was disagreeable to me, and so we were never more than warm acquaintances.

Eventually, my personal circumstances developed such that I moved to other environs that were less salubrious, meaning that I encountered old ‘fishsticks’ no more. Although I have heard tell that in his later years he ceased his touristic perambulations and settled upon a more modest form of trouser.

More recently, I had occasion to visit an ale-house in the area of my former domicile. Therein I could but overhear a fishwife relaying to a young street urchin the story of ‘old froggy’. The tale took the form of a confessional, in which the protagonist reported to seeing a frog-legged man, awandering the streets of London, in a thick fog, near the river shores of the Thames. I could not but imagine that the story might be inspired by Mr Willis through some folkloric means of transmutation.

I do myself muse upon Mr Jenkins ‘fishsticks’ Willis with a certain reminiscence, whenever I am at a fish market, or another circumstance, when I see a fish with a particularly striking pattern of scales upon its side. For are these not the characters of an older and odder London, which nowadays is receding from view, and which is ever more only to be found in the memories and daydreams of those of us who knew the peculiarities of the great smoke in the 1990s.

[sweetheavenfics]

So excited to offer a little sneak peek of my fic for @fairytalebang !!

If your curiosity is piqued, please read the whole story on July 20, accompanied by 2 awesome illustrations by the amazing @wizardcrowe !!!

[incorrectfatui]

So genuine question- I just started doing the local legends, and I was wondering what team you guys use to beat them?

Because like- my team for Abyss is just Scara and Raiden National, and my overworld team is just my fav characters.

But for the local legends I keep going back to one of my first Mains (Xinyan) and just playing her with Qiqi and 4p Noblesse Diona and Bennett - and like, it works, my Xinyan is a god, but it feels so cheap to just use 3 healers and a DPS who can shield LMAO

[basementofthebizarre]

The Enigmatic Beast of Bray Road: Unraveling Wisconsin's Werewolf Legend

In the quiet, rural landscapes of Walworth County, Wisconsin, a chilling legend has persisted for decades. It captivates the imaginations of locals and paranormal enthusiasts alike. This is the tale of the Beast of Bray Road. Named after the unassuming stretch of asphalt where many of the alleged encounters have occurred, this creature is often described as a large, hairy, wolf-like being. It is…

The Enigmatic Beast of Bray Road: Unraveling Wisconsin's Werewolf Legend