07-02-2022, 14:04:29 PM
You and everyone else head off to sleep for the night. And like previously, you all receive another vision.
The late 1600s, Eleanor Village
As the Reverend keeps studying his material for the next sermon, Agatha barges in quite the hasty manner. The loud noise of her opening the doors and her quick footsteps instantly catches his attention. And from the looks of Agatha, he can sense that she is greatly disturbed.
"Agatha, did you meet with Mary Browning?"
"Yes, Reverend. And I have very disturbing news to share."
"What is it?"
"I observed the neighborhood where she resides, the families there have come down with some kind of plague."
"A plague?"
"Yes. I had to tread carefully. But I visited Mrs. Browning like you asked me and her husband and children fell ill to the plague as well. And I had thought it unusual why she did not fell ill as well. We had our conversation about why she is not attending the church and she mentioned she is needed at the home to aide her family."
"This is very grave news..."
"But that is not the end of it. When she had to step into the kitchen, I felt the need to browse around the house. I had sensed something unusual in the cellar. There, I had found potions and some spell books. Reverend... I fear Mary Browning is a witch."
The Reverend looks down in contemplation.
"Reverend?"
"I was worried something might have befallen her, but this is worst than I feared. I shall head over to the authorities right away and have them investigate her house. If what you say is true.... we need to rid this wretch from our town."
The Reverend would go to the authorities and would report Agatha's findings to them. They immediately head over to the house and confirmed Agatha is speaking the truth. Mary Browning would be arrested and put on trial. She would be found guilty by the jury. Shortly after, Mary would be sent over to a vertical pole, with the authorities escorting her over there, getting her set up to be hung. A gathering of the townspeople, Agatha and the Reverend included, watched as the executioner kicked away the stool where Mary stood on, making her drop down, her feet about one yard away from the ground. Death was not immediate for her the second she dropped. All she could do is try in a vain effort to rip off the noose around her neck, her legs frantically kicking the air. But after a few moments, her movements slowed to a complete stop, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She isdone for. The townspeople chanted for her to die all-throughout this and let out a loud cheer after she finally died. The Reverend would lead the group in prayer to watch over the town, to protect it from more threats as well as a quick recovery for those who have fallen ill. After the group dispersed, the Reverend turned his attention to Agatha.
"Mrs. Bancroft, I want to thank you for your services. If it were not for your intervention, I can only imagine what fate Eleanor Village would befall."
"Thank you, Reverend. This was not easy for me to witness, but I am glad to see justice has been done. I.... need to escape from all these events for the time being. I should head home and prepare dinner for my husband and I. He is about to finish his work."
"I understand. Give your regards to John for me, would you? God be with you all."
"Thank you."
Agatha sets off back home, left wondering if this will be the end of it for good. But in the back of her mind, she sensed that she would face more threats to the town.
Back to the present, the Voice speaks into the head of the two surviving Possessed ones.
Luck was unusually on their side. One of you, go forth and kill again. Do not fail to evade detection again.
AND NIGHT PHASE COMES. DAY WILL COME WEDNESDAY JULY 6, 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!
The late 1600s, Eleanor Village
As the Reverend keeps studying his material for the next sermon, Agatha barges in quite the hasty manner. The loud noise of her opening the doors and her quick footsteps instantly catches his attention. And from the looks of Agatha, he can sense that she is greatly disturbed.
"Agatha, did you meet with Mary Browning?"
"Yes, Reverend. And I have very disturbing news to share."
"What is it?"
"I observed the neighborhood where she resides, the families there have come down with some kind of plague."
"A plague?"
"Yes. I had to tread carefully. But I visited Mrs. Browning like you asked me and her husband and children fell ill to the plague as well. And I had thought it unusual why she did not fell ill as well. We had our conversation about why she is not attending the church and she mentioned she is needed at the home to aide her family."
"This is very grave news..."
"But that is not the end of it. When she had to step into the kitchen, I felt the need to browse around the house. I had sensed something unusual in the cellar. There, I had found potions and some spell books. Reverend... I fear Mary Browning is a witch."
The Reverend looks down in contemplation.
"Reverend?"
"I was worried something might have befallen her, but this is worst than I feared. I shall head over to the authorities right away and have them investigate her house. If what you say is true.... we need to rid this wretch from our town."
The Reverend would go to the authorities and would report Agatha's findings to them. They immediately head over to the house and confirmed Agatha is speaking the truth. Mary Browning would be arrested and put on trial. She would be found guilty by the jury. Shortly after, Mary would be sent over to a vertical pole, with the authorities escorting her over there, getting her set up to be hung. A gathering of the townspeople, Agatha and the Reverend included, watched as the executioner kicked away the stool where Mary stood on, making her drop down, her feet about one yard away from the ground. Death was not immediate for her the second she dropped. All she could do is try in a vain effort to rip off the noose around her neck, her legs frantically kicking the air. But after a few moments, her movements slowed to a complete stop, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She isdone for. The townspeople chanted for her to die all-throughout this and let out a loud cheer after she finally died. The Reverend would lead the group in prayer to watch over the town, to protect it from more threats as well as a quick recovery for those who have fallen ill. After the group dispersed, the Reverend turned his attention to Agatha.
"Mrs. Bancroft, I want to thank you for your services. If it were not for your intervention, I can only imagine what fate Eleanor Village would befall."
"Thank you, Reverend. This was not easy for me to witness, but I am glad to see justice has been done. I.... need to escape from all these events for the time being. I should head home and prepare dinner for my husband and I. He is about to finish his work."
"I understand. Give your regards to John for me, would you? God be with you all."
"Thank you."
Agatha sets off back home, left wondering if this will be the end of it for good. But in the back of her mind, she sensed that she would face more threats to the town.
Back to the present, the Voice speaks into the head of the two surviving Possessed ones.
Luck was unusually on their side. One of you, go forth and kill again. Do not fail to evade detection again.
AND NIGHT PHASE COMES. DAY WILL COME WEDNESDAY JULY 6, 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!
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