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Welcome to the village.

It happens swiftly and without warning.

Perhaps you’re stepping into the threshold of your home after a weary day of travel when it happens. Perhaps you’re walking into a heavily crowded street or by yourself on a splintered sidewalk, mindfully avoiding the cracks. Maybe you’ve stepped into another room, a hall, or past a swaying curtain. Perhaps you’re merely walking over a line drawn in sand.

Wherever you are hardly matters, because you’ve crossed a boundary.

Gathering your bearings and following the signs of life will lead you to this quaint village entrance which is currently being guarded by a human and youkai. They only need to take one glance at you to know you’re one of the newcomers and easily step aside to allow you through. They won’t answer your questions and won’t ask why you’ve come – what matters is that you’re here. After all, there is meaning in everything.

女心と秋の空
You arrive on the thirteenth day of the eighth month, plunged in a mist like mountain clouds, snaking across forest paths and village roads. The air is crisp and smells of pine trees and moss and freshly dug earth.

Travel to the rice fields to find the farmhands reaping stalks of swaying gold, shimmering warm in the sun’s stead. The maple trees and ginkgo set the landscape of the island aflame in crimson and saffron yellow. The sun peaks and dips between drizzle-dark clouds; autumn is upon Kishima, harvests abound and skies fickle.

The Harvest Moon arrives in two nights and you’ll find the residents, youkai and human alike, reverent and preparing to enjoy the season’s bounty.

Scattered in pockets on the island are the young apprentices on their farms, coached by mentors to carry on generational traditions of the harvests: taro, soy beans, chestnuts, pumpkins, rice. Some of these farms, you learn, are endangered, carried on only by the old dignity of one especially mortal human or two. On such a sparsely and uniquely populated island, it’s a miracle that such a wide variety of crops are cultivated to begin with–some of the cynical villagers like to say.

But it is awful sad. Good thing fresh blood like you is here now.

a. THE GRAPE VINE

The withered shack at the corner of the village is home to the old Fudou couple, whose humble home attracts all manner of minor ghosts and youkai. One-eyed haunts blink in the shadowed corners of the couple’s room as they diligently rise before the sun. While they inspect the vines with tender fingers, malicious spirits make bets on how long until they croak. A crude lantern lolls its tongue at their backs as they check the soil, either obliviousness or a bodhisattva-like patience keeping their expressions focused.

Although they never ask, their kind smiles and gentle bows compel you to help them, even past their first polite refusals. Eventually, they show you how it’s done. How to assess the flavor, how to feed the soil to adjust it, how to keep pests away, what to look for before harvesting, how to prepare the seeds for planting, and of course, how to plant them and begin the cycle anew.

“Grape stems represent the connection between people and the moon,” they tell you as they hand you your keep. “Please enjoy these tonight.” And perhaps, you can help them with their pest problem.

b. THE TARO FIELDS

If you’re not motivated by pity, Imokawa, a man who produces taro, yam, and radishes with the help of his brother and young niece, has a rather gracious reward for any help provided in the back-breaking work of pulling tubers from the ground.

“We still have some leftover chrysanthemum wine from last month! It’ll knock your sandals right off,” both brothers insist.

It’s true, to their credit. Chrysanthemum wine is a blessed wine from one of the Three Great festivals, potent enough to intoxicate a god.

It’s a sweet, silky wine that makes the body feel vibrant and powerful. And you’ll find that sharing in a cup with another will make its effects stronger.

c. THE RICE STALKS

If neither bounty nor generosity moves you, perhaps a right threat will.

In the golden ocean of rice stalks is a hurricane, sweeping over the cascading hills with winding, fast-moving gusts. It’s a surreal and terrifying sight as stalks of rice are severed to the tune of singing steel. Clusters fall to the ground in shockingly neat bundles.

“That’s Kenyuu,” one solemn neighbor explains. Kenyuu the kamaitachi, who’s weaseled his way into the domain of one of the largest rice farms on the island. He’s an angry, disgruntled thing, and has not only scared off any new hands for the fields with violent threats, but has also pushed out all the others one by one, until only he was left to harvest, dry, thresh, mill, and polish the rice.

But the proud Heike does not last long, they say, and Kenyuu has been struggling in recent years to keep up with the workload of the seasons, but if you dare approach him during one of his many breaks, he snaps to the offensive. Sickle-claws disappear into a blur of wind before he charges right for you. Taller than an ox and faster than a falcon, these are no mere paper cuts he leaves behind; if you slip up, you could lose a limb.

The island magic makes it so newcomers cannot kill the current residents, but you can still knock him down a peg and get the rice farms back on track, even if just for a season.

Autumn’s bounty is best enjoyed with company, and nothing warms the heart and body like preparing a nourishing meal for another. Do what you will with what you’ve earned–enjoy it as is, bring it to your temporary lodging if you’re eager to whip up a particular dish, or take it to a better cook than yourself, such as a fellow newcomer, or a trustworthy resident.

It’s a wonderful opportunity to bring your own harvest season traditions. This is a community of outsiders, after all, it’s important to keep an open mind.

But remember, the village is small and sparse enough that there is no central gathering area, which means that sharing means distributing on foot. Take the time to take in the gentle autumn wind, the red of the bush clover, the blush of the nadeshiko, the cries of the orange-crowned warbler–and to meet a neighbor.

Make your way to the garden gates of the mansion, for there is an event going on in its courtyard. Atop a small platform sits someone dressed in fine, colorful robes, their long sleeves adorned with curling sea waves and sparrows. If one looks closely one might notice their face is rather flat… and not only that, but made of wood and string– a tsukumogami biwa. They walk proudly along the edge of the platform, fan in hand, plucking a single string every now and then as they speak from a time of long past:

“Never let it be said that soul-moving poetry cannot be uttered among commoners such as ourselves.”

It goes on to explain that a poetry reading is currently taking place, and everyone who’s set foot in the garden is now taking part.

The rules are quite simple. Beside the platform sits a table with strips of paper, ink brushes and ink stones upon it. One writes their own poem and exchanges with another; they then read aloud their partner’s poem and will judge it.

Anyone is welcome to come and write their own poems, and in fact, it appears as though the garden gates are closing for this part of the event.

All who have managed to find themselves here are now trapped by the tsukumogami’s ceremony, and must complete at least one poetry reading before the gate will open.

Do your best!

The last yellow and pink streaks of sunlight smear away into the foggy distance of the cliffs far off and night creeps in closer and closer. The temple monk Tsuda burns incense in the first hour of evening and lights their stone lanterns. A wizened Nurarihyon sits on a dusty veranda, sake cup in hand, eagerly awaiting for the familiar haunting glow of the full moon.

But the moon is nowhere to be found.

There are a few stray clouds– long interlocking grey stripes which menacingly hover overhead, but nothing that the moon’s face would not be able to pierce. As the darkness falls completely over the island the youkai begin to stir with anxiety and distress. The moon should be up in the sky, hanging like the brightest pearl in the sea. Were their calendars off? Was there a mistake, somehow?

The villagers are alerted– all at once– by the sounds of panicked cries at the entrance of the village. A group of children dash forward through the gates and before they can be reprimanded for leaving the village at night with such dangers out and about one child blurts:

“The moon! It's in the forest!

A-And it tried to eat us!”

Each child tells their own tale of the moon— it tried to eat them, it chased them through the trees, it giggled as they tripped on roots and fell on their faces. The stories are rather unconvincing, but as the villagers descend towards the entrance one of the adults points out:

“What is that glow… does anyone else see it?”

If one were to peek out through the gate they would see it— a single glowing moon drifting between the trees, about the size of a single lantern. And there are more in the distance: silent floating orbs of haunting yellow and white, appearing one second and vanishing the next behind a tree. The villagers begin to panic amongst themselves— why are there several moons? Why are they in the forest?


It isn’t long until the village chief steps outside the village to see for herself. She has a pensive look on her face as the darkness of the night seems to settle around her like a stage. After a moment of silent observation she turns to the villagers, a resigned look on her face.

“It seems we may need to ask another favor of our newcomers…”

You are being asked to trek into the forest and investigate the mysterious moon sightings, as well as find out what happened to the real moon.

Newcomers are deeply encouraged to trek the forest in groups— and for good reason. Touching upon the ebbing wave of energies released from the false moons allowed the village chief to learn how to approach and resolve the situation, and one by one she shares this knowledge with the newcomers.

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Paper lanterns illuminate the streets and walkways, keeping the darkness alongside the village walls at bay. Youkai glance knowingly past the village’s walls, sensing the presence of other spirits through the trees. The forest is being inhabited, and it needs investigating.

Distant sounds of laughter fill the pitch-black night. Tall evergreens loom overhead, the silhouettes of their gnarled branches and roots only visible by the light of a lantern. A cacophony of sounds rises around you, some organic and some not. Traveling in pairs or bigger groups is encouraged—and be sure not to trust every wayward light you see.

Eventually, deep in the forest where a profound sense of apprehension eats away at even the bravest of warriors, you’ll find it. There, floating between the trees– a moon surrounded in its own halo drifts towards you, and if one listens closely, one might hear that same giggling from before. The moon will become more responsive the more you stare at it, until it's practically bouncing with energy.

“That’s right! Look at me! Look only at me!”

The voice that cuts through the silence is young and full of elation. One might notice the faint shadow of a mouth cutting through the moon’s image, with white teeth and a pink tongue.

“Beautiful, am I not? Look at me. Worship me!”

They feed off your attention like plants in dire need of sunlight and soak up as much as it can get. They’ll follow you, laugh at you, and will do whatever it takes for you to keep your eyes on them forever. Each is after only one thing: your praise and attention and they will keep the true moon away for as long as it takes for that to happen.

Attacking the moons outright will result in the ethereal orbs simply vanishing from your sight and reappearing a moment later. The same outcome will happen if you try to grab one and trap it, if you can even manage to catch it so high above the forest canopy. For better or for worse, you must listen, and be clever. The goal is to have the moons surrender willingly, once their conditions have been met.

a. WAXING CRESCENT

The Waxing Crescent Moon cuts through the night like the edge of a scythe and laughs just as sharply. Its body rotates and bounds effortlessly from tree to tree, cackling as it goes. Speaking with this moon will reveal that it is lively, impatient, and loves following the current trends. “There’s a new game going around,” it begins, “where you have to answer one of the following questions, or you’ll be cursed forever!”

• “What is the name of the person you most want to see now?”
• “Who is the sexiest person on this island?”
• “If your crush told you they liked your best friend, what would you do?!”
• “How many people have you kissed?”
• “Who's hotter: you or your companion?”
• “What’s your favorite body part on someone else?”

And unless you’re blessed with excellent luck, it’s best to answer with truth, for curses, like all the otherworldly spirits and monsters, are very real on this island.

b. FIRST QUARTER

The First Quarter Moon is equal parts light and dark, and it seems the personality seems to match the face just as well. Basking in the attention of this moon will reveal that it seems reasonable and reliable at first, giving the Newcomers advice and complimenting them on their bravery for entering the woods at night. However, that attitude will swiftly shift to a sudden barrage of self-loathing, towards you and itself. There seems to be something of a sensitive personality here, with the moon’s mood switching from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. The best way to get this moon to surrender to you is to offer it positive and negative traits about yourself in solidarity.

Do your best to keep your answers balanced, despite any temptation to pile on one side. For one negative trait, you must also offer a positive trait in order to match the moon’s perfectly equal faces. Lean too positively or too negatively and the moon will not only be unsatisfied, it will match your energy and spiral the conversation.

c. WAXING GIBBOUS

The Waxing Gibbous is mostly alight as it hovers in your periphery, and the first thing you may hear from it is a challenge or a taunt. This moon is all energy and self-confidence personified, claiming it could leave these woods easily and just chooses not to. The moon is easily bated into a challenge and this is where you and your party must get creative. Will you challenge the moon to a race, perhaps a singing contest? Will it fall for your offer to see who can reach the top of that tree in the shortest amount of time?

If you can’t think of anything, fear not– the moon has a box of kikatsugan that you can test your courage on. Kikatsugan on its own has an infamously bitter and medicinal taste–but the moon presents a few flavor variations, all in the extremes: salty, sour, and spicy.

Regardless of what threat you pose, the moon will be far easier to convince when it's absorbed in its goal to crush you in competition.

d. WANING GIBBOUS

The Waning Gibbous, compared to the other moons, seems rather tame. It’s a humble, soft-spoken moon which thanks the Newcomers generously for showing it some attention and considers itself beneath their shining presences.

Be wary, however, for this moon has a strange secret. It loves to indulge in scenes of affection. It wants to see passion, romance, and courting. In order for this moon to surrender, it demands to see a kiss! Anywhere is fine, so long as contact is made.

e. THIRD QUARTER

The Third Quarter moon’s personality becomes pretty apparent when it addresses you politely yet firmly. This moon is analytical in every sense of the word, scrutinizing your every movement and … your choice of clothing? It claims objectivity, but it really thinks you need to get changed. Now.

In fact, it thinks the outfit of the person you’re with suits you far better. Best get changed.

f. WANING CRESCENT

The Waning Crescent Moon might be a bit hard to spot at first, considering it keeps hiding behind trees. Its tone is soft and uncertain, filled with doubt even as it hovers close to you to take in your attention. You’ll begin to feel deep pity for it, and for yourself.

Your best chance at convincing it may be to show empathy toward your fellow Newcomers. You want to know all about their problems, and how they’re feeling, don’t you? Go on, then, ask your companion about their most recent hardship.

g. NEW MOON

The New Moon is the most unsettling of them all, hovering close to you in a perpetual state of barely silhouetted darkness. When approached it remains relatively quiet until addressed, but when it speaks its tone is empty, almost like the remnants of an echo. You may begin to feel heavy dread, as though something is fast approaching– something foreboding or dangerous. The New Moon isn’t particularly helpful about this either and will even list off scenarios of how you could be killed at any moment. The New Moon speaks calm and openly, never once allowing any kind of deceit into its tone. One might describe it as morbid honesty in its purest form, and you’ll get that impression for sure if you stick around it for very long. You’ll want to capture this moon soon, lest you turn on your friends or yourself, anything to rid your mind of this fear. The best way to do that?

The New Moon, above all else, embodies honesty.

Revealing a deep secret or allowing yourself to express a vulnerability will cause the moon to grow still, intently listening, repeating your deepest fears. It will surrender once you’re feeling your most exposed…

Once the conditions are fulfilled and the spirit surrenders it will float into your waiting arms. It'll burst into a cloud of fog soon after— and in its place will be…

… a white rabbit.

You’ve successfully caught a false moon, but what remains once the fog dissipates isn’t a moon at all. Instead in its place is a soft white rabbit with one curiously twitching nose. If you’re lucky the rabbit will remain still, but eventually it will wriggle out of your arms and bound away onto the ground.

The rabbits will glance back, their beady eyes bearing into you. It’ll thump its little white foot before taking off into the forest. Does it mean for you to follow it? The rabbit will pause on occasion, looking back at you to make sure you’re close behind.

It feels like a small eternity before you finally spot a clearing through the woods that the rabbit dashes towards. You struggle to keep up as the snow-white creature suddenly leaps into a strange luminous field and as you break free of the foliage you realize you’ve walked into a valley of tall pampas grass.

The pale reeds stand nearly as tall as you. A breeze rustles through the field, emitting a soft hush like the very whispering breath of the night itself. The feathery plumes move in tune and the field sways with a hypnotic sort of motion. Stepping into the pampas grass will fill you with a strange sense of calm that had not been present before. The soft bristles brush across your clothes, your skin. It is as if it is inviting you in, a stranger from another world.

Ahead of you the white rabbit appears between the stalks, and between its teeth are a few reeds of grass.

It leaves it by your feet and darts into the field once more.

You’re welcome to collect more of the pampas grass, and in fact something about being inside the field compels you to get more. If you’ve found this place with others you suddenly feel compelled to show your gratitude towards them, be it a few kind words or perhaps a caring touch. It’s a strange sensation that settles comfortably in your chest. For the first time in a long while you feel at peace, as though the grass with its constant swaying was casting your troubles aside.

Returning to the village with pampas grass in tow brings relieved smiles all around. The village chief kindly collects the grass from you and together the villagers wrap the pampas grass together with twine. The grass is then distributed amongst everyone. They line every street and sit in modest weathered vases. They seem to glow as their plumes rise slightly in unison once they’ve all been placed—

– and then, a cold yet beatific light from above.

The moon, the true moon in all its lonely glory, appears in the night sky. While others are content to sit on their verandas and watch the moon with a plate of mochi and cup of sake. They raise a cup for you, who helped bring the moon back. Now is the time to relax and have a drink, sit with your companions or perhaps find a tree branch to watch the moon from. It hangs heavily and shines brightly upon the outcasts of the village.

It seems to be glowing brighter than ever before.

LUCK CHANCE

Every holiday, players have a chance to roll for a ✨ rare youkai sighting ✨. Comment below to see how your luck is looking, and if you happen to encounter it, you may claim a bounty of luck for the duration of the holiday. Feel free to use this however you like! We're not your boss.

This month's youkai is AZUKIARAI, with a 1 out of 5 chance of appearing.

This youkai is a common phenomenon to hear, especially in the autumn months of the island’s lonely mountains – seeing, however, is a different story. The slosh and rattle of red beans being washed in a bamboo tub echoes through the forest, and if one follows its trail, take care not to slip in the river, as by his design. What awaits beyond the stream?

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