"A shining example of how one should never take a fae's gifts for
granted. The Lady of the Husk, initially, appears to be downright
beneficial for a member of the fae. She grants her chosen lands with
vibrant growth and excellent soil. Naturally this will attract farmers,
and without fail a small but productive community will grow up around
her territory.
After several years of incredible harvests, the
Lady then makes her desires known to those closest to the land,
appearing to them through dreams and visions. Always those desires
revolve around a need for sacrifice. The identity of the victim is not
important, so long as the level of emotional torment they go through
before spilling their blood in her fields is sufficiently extreme.
By
this point the community has grown rather insular and xenophobic thanks
to the Lady's subtle machinations, and it doesn't take much to convince
them the lives of a few complete strangers is a worthwhile price to pay
for incredible harvests. Thus a few travelers a year end up
mysteriously disappearing around these communities.
Sometimes,
however, the community resists. If a year goes by without sacrifice, the
Lady of the Husk makes her displeasure known. The next harvest is even
more vibrant than before, but this time the field produce crops with
strange, unsettling deformities, tastes and colours, the wind whispers
almost malevolently through rows of stalks, and many community members
suffer horrible nightmares.
Most of the time this is enough to
whip the community back into shape, as few are unwilling to leave by
this point, insular and tied to the land as they are. Exceptions do
occur, however, and when that happens, the Lady of the Husk gives the
community up as lost. In one horrifying night, she turns the land
against nearly everyone in the community, resulting in a horrific
bloodbath during the hours of darkness, but leaving almost no evidence
behind when the sun comes up, just an abandoned down and maybe a few
inexplicable bones.
Strangely enough, the Lady of the Husk tends
to be slightly more merciful towards children. This isn't due to any
goodwill on her part, however. Children are simply more malleable than
adults, and with the proper motivation can be turned into near perfect
servants, viciously defending her and rounding up sacrifices. It is from
this, most likely, that certain urban legends concerning 'children of
the corn' originate."

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