[Mafia] Witch Trip

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

I must say this has been very entertaining. But I must implore you all you have two more hours until nightfall...

[Florien]

Nah, Seargent Taria, soldier of the third division of the Fenluk lordship's mobile infantry block. You've been with us for months! You must have got hit pretty hard. You okay to fight, or should we drop you off at the next post and have you do guard work while you recover? Sorry about your polearm, it got lost in the accident.

Meanwhile, Fentiriss is reenacting some renaissance painting-looking scene with Quinivara.

To Rye, the defector who helped to pave the way!

[PointMaid]

...Taira

And you don't look like any army I know of. Any of you. Is this correct?

[Florien]

Well, most of them are adventurers we got tagging along, non-standardized levy, all that, right? Not uniform. You're a professional soldier. Well, you are for now, right? Won't be much longer, we're already nearly done. Just a few more places we got to make surrender, and record time, right? Third unifiers, and you get to be a part of that! So come on, let's get that armor on, and get on the march! If you're okay, that is. If not, we'll just drop you off at the next post, no shame in that. We'll rotate you out for one of the soldiers there and you can recover.

[Kennifer]

Delilah is just going to...

>Attempt to get as comfortable as possible given her failure to make shelter and her injuring herself while failing to get food.

[PointMaid]

She starts to put move toward the equipment, but...

What the heck is your deal? I've never been a soldier.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

>Attempt to get as comfortable as possible given her failure to make shelter and her injuring herself while failing to get food. (Delilah)

For some reason, you decide to lay on a bed of rocks, which is the opposite of what you wanted, with some of the jags poking into your body. Are you only your way to becoming Amanda now? Flame-anda, if you will.

[PopcornPie]

"Two more hours of this?" Quinarva was exasperated. "Oh, if only I could press this rye into wine, I need a drink. Or do they not use rye in wind? Maybe it's only grapes."

[Florien]

Nah, what are you talking about? You're a soldier, Taira! You've been with us for months. Battle of Vessikhar Pass, you killed that enemy spellcaster and I promoted you? You remember none of this?

Luki, she's not buying it anymore, let it go. She's going to go into her original conspiracy about how her friend somehow stole her measurements to make that uniform. Don't bring that point up. There's too many routes back to her original conspiracy, and none of them involve acknowledging what the fuck is happening.

[Kennifer]

>ow ow ow okay can we try that with leaves please have a tiny bit of mercy rngesus

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

>ow ow ow okay can we try that with leaves please have a tiny bit of mercy rngesus (Delilah)

You find a pile of dead leaves you lay on. All dead and brittle and rough. At least it's better than rocks.

[PointMaid]

...I'm not feeling so great. I should probably lie down.

Taira goes back to the cozy shelter she created for the challenge.

[Florien]

We're just going to aggressively stand around back to back all night doing nothing whatsoever!

[PopcornPie]

"Tara? Not feeling good? Hm...You don't think she was possessed, do you?" The nymphs eyebrows dip in concern.

[Florien]

The head injury that made her forget she was our soldier! That made her feel bad!

Drop it Luki. 

She threw up blood from a curse and we've been fucking with her while existing in complete contradiction to her belief that there are only humans. That's why she feels bad. Whether or not she's out to kill us this time... well, we'll find out, right?

[Dookie]

June is already fast asleep in a tree.

[Oggy123]

Anya looks at the nearby turn of events, puzzled. Soon, she goes into her makeshift tent to sleep.

"Night, night." said Elster as he flies into the tent as well.

[Zanreo]

CATS has just been observing the events going on... Then, he leaves for his shelter. "Night... See tomorrow."

[PopcornPie]

"Hey, you're saying that again. 'This time'. What do you mean by that?"

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

The nightfall comes and right after you all go to sleep, you find yourselves seeing something. A dream? A vision? Whatever it is, it seems so vivid, so real, it's like you're right in time period. This is what you see:

The late 1600s, Eleanor Village

Inside a church, which is pretty standard for the time, with pews and a podium. A small building, but pretty serviceable for a small town like this. It's at this point you see the Reverend at the podium, looking through some notes with a Bible nearby. As he studies the notes, you all see a tall, slender dark-haired woman with a bonnet and dress come in and walk over to the priest.

"Mrs. Bancroft, welcome to God's home. I am aware you are still new to the town, new to America. But rest assured, the doors are open every day if you need someone to confide in or to confess sins."

"Thank you, Reverand. I feel like I must get out of the house for the time being. The work is all caught up at home and my husband is at his job now. And I feel like I need to keep myself occupied."

"You have come to the right place. I am quite occupied with the work for next week's sermon. But I do have some errands here that need done if you would assist me."

"Anything, Reverand."

"Excellent. You are familiar with Mary Browning, correct?"

"I have seen Mary around town on a few occasions. What do you need?"

"She was a regular patron in the church, but recently she has not come around here. The last time she was around, she seemed to be quite irritated with something. And I worry about my people who stray from the flock. I hope this is not the case, but I have been meaning to talk with her, But seeing as how I am occupied, I would like to ask if you can visit her."

"But I am a mere woman, how can I-"

"That is nonsense," the priest interrupted Agatha. "We are nothing like the Puritans back in Massachusetts. In this Church, I make sure women can play a big role if they wish to do so. And maybe from one woman to another, she might be more willing to talk with you. I hope Mary is all right, but I would be grateful if you can talk with her and see if you can't get her to come back."

"I will do as you ask, Reverend."

"Excellent, off you go. And report back to me after the conversation, no matter how it goes."

"I will."

"Good. May God be with you."

Agatha sets out of the church, hoping to speak with Mary, and hopes it will truly go for the best.

---

Meanwhile back in present day Blackmoon Forest, the voice starts talking into the heads of the ones who are possessed to kill the others.

You all know what you must do. One of you awaken. Choose one among your group to kill. Whatever you need to do the task, I will conjure up for you.

AND NIGHT PHASE COMES. DAY WILL COME MONDAY JUNE 27, AT 6 PM CST TO GIVE SOME TIME FOR YOUR FINAL FRONTIER 4. ANYONE WITH ROLES, PLEASE SEND IN YOUR ACTIONS TO THE HOST VIA PM. THANKS!

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

DAYTIME IS HERE

Right before you and everyone else wake up, you all see visions. Silhouettes of what appears to be men and women with nooses tied around their necks, with lightning all throughout the ordeal. Chants of "Kill the witches!" heard repeatedly throughout, said in quite the bloodthirsty manner. Eventually, everyone on the nooses quickly drop down, their necks snapping instantaneously. None of them seem to be moving other than them just dangling down the ropes lifelessly. They all have appeared to die quickly. Cheers echo throughout. And you see Agatha, smiling throughout all this. All of the sudden, everything gets swallowed by pure blackness as you only hear the sounds of the cheers turning into very pained moaning that lasts for several seconds. Then the moans stop and you all wake up, back in Blackmoon Forest. Ready to start a new day.

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Naomi, clearly bothered by this whole nightmare thing... blinks her eyes rapidly... and then awakens...

Ugh... what... was... that... thing...

>head count or something...

[PopcornPie]

Quinarva un-treed herself, rubbing her head and checking the progress on her antlers. She felt nauseous this morning, not very hungry. So, instead of breakfast, she would ponder the strange dreams she had.

[Florien]

Fentiriss gets up.

Ah, the Kyronism visions.

Well, aside from the executions being pointless and achieving nothing in social change. So more like... some other historical figure I suppose. Lefewyn maybe?

Lukanios, meanwhile, is writhing on the ground with a knife stuck through his shoulder, loudly cursing.

Don't worry about him, I stabbed him, nothing you need to worry about.

[PointMaid]

...Ugh, I think I feel a little better, at least...

> Is everyone ok?