07-05-2023, 01:00:47 AM
Once again, the nighttime falls as the survivors go and rest for the night. And like before, they get another vision in their slumber.
ELEANOR VILLAGE, LATE 17TH CENTURY
Sunset was approaching Eleanor Village. Town activity was dwindling as the descending sun combined with the bright orange skies tinted the buildings dark. The citizens were resting from work, settling down with their families. Smoke billowed from the chimneys as the sounds of town quieted down. Except the silence was interrupted with cries of "Help me! Help me!" Agatha ran into the more residential area of the town. Her hair a disheveled mess as her bonnet was undone, her dark hair looming down her shoulders. Her black dress soiled with dirt and blood pouring down her face. She waved her arms as she screamed even louder "Help me! Help me!" Her cries gathered the attention of some of the townfolks. Someone who appeared to be a farmer approached the frantic woman. "Mrs. Bancroft, are you all right? I noticed you look hurt." "We were attacked... John and I... They had come after us with rifles..." "Who was it?" "Events happened so fast, I barely got a glimpse of them. I managed to fight back and scare the attackers away. But..." "But what?" "They shot John."
The town gathered the authorities as they headed two miles out of the town to the nearby forest. They came across a wagon with holes found across the base of the wagon with wooden splinters protruding out. And there was John, lying flat on his stomach. Two gunshot wounds on his back, close to his spine. One of the watchmen examined his body before lifting the man's head up to see his eyes glazed over, blood pouring from his mouth down to his chin. Tears rolled down Agatha's face as she started breathing heavily. The watchman walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "I deeply apologize for the loss of your husband, Mrs. Bancroft. I promise, with the duties bestowed upon us by God Himself, we will apprehend the ones responsible for this senseless murder." "Thank you, Watchman. I suspect there are more witches among this town," she declared, waving her finger at the group of citizens that showed up at the crime scene. "You must remember, whoever it is among you, you might think Satan may give you power, think it will lead you to victory as you leave this town in distress. And you might think you can intimidate me by killing the love of my life. But I assure you these are false promises. God is even more powerful than all of you. He will lead dissenters into ruin before their final fate into Hell. Satan might shone darkness into all of us. But God will light everything up for all of us in the end. And if you think you can escape retribution, you are solely mistaken!" Agatha backed away to the two horses still attached to the wagon. They neighed loudly and raised their bodies up as she came closer to them. They tried to escape, but were unable to as they were still hooked onto the beam of the wagon. Some of the citizens muttered what was going on with the horses. Agatha tried to wrap her arms around one of the horse's neck, but it shoved her away and pounded her to the gravel. The watchman ran over and propped her up. "I never saw horses react like that. Very unusual." "It is all right. John had his way with the horses. They all flocked to him the second they saw him and he loved them all the same. They are likely distraught over losing their master." "I can imagine the pain they all must feel, as I do you. I apologize for your husband's death. If I can help you in any way, I will be willing to do what you ask of me." "Just hold onto the faith of God. As part of his flock, we must band together more than ever. The witches might still try to intimidate us, but we will not rest until they are eradicated from this town."
The moon lit up the area as everyone, Agatha included, went back into Elanor Village. The Watchmen began investigating John's murder. Who could been responsible for his death? Agatha hoped the killer, or killers, can be brought to justice...
Back to the present day, the Possessed ones hear in their sleep Two are down, and so far, no losses among you. Maintain the progress, and perhaps I shall let you all go free...
NIGHTTIME IS HERE. NEXT DAYPHASE TO HAPPEN AROUND FRIDAY-SATURDAY. AND DUE TO DISCUSSIONS IN DISCORD SERVER, THE CHALLENGE MODIFIERS AND FUTURE RNG ROLLS WILL BE SLIGHTLY REVAMPED. KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THAT.
ELEANOR VILLAGE, LATE 17TH CENTURY
Sunset was approaching Eleanor Village. Town activity was dwindling as the descending sun combined with the bright orange skies tinted the buildings dark. The citizens were resting from work, settling down with their families. Smoke billowed from the chimneys as the sounds of town quieted down. Except the silence was interrupted with cries of "Help me! Help me!" Agatha ran into the more residential area of the town. Her hair a disheveled mess as her bonnet was undone, her dark hair looming down her shoulders. Her black dress soiled with dirt and blood pouring down her face. She waved her arms as she screamed even louder "Help me! Help me!" Her cries gathered the attention of some of the townfolks. Someone who appeared to be a farmer approached the frantic woman. "Mrs. Bancroft, are you all right? I noticed you look hurt." "We were attacked... John and I... They had come after us with rifles..." "Who was it?" "Events happened so fast, I barely got a glimpse of them. I managed to fight back and scare the attackers away. But..." "But what?" "They shot John."
The town gathered the authorities as they headed two miles out of the town to the nearby forest. They came across a wagon with holes found across the base of the wagon with wooden splinters protruding out. And there was John, lying flat on his stomach. Two gunshot wounds on his back, close to his spine. One of the watchmen examined his body before lifting the man's head up to see his eyes glazed over, blood pouring from his mouth down to his chin. Tears rolled down Agatha's face as she started breathing heavily. The watchman walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "I deeply apologize for the loss of your husband, Mrs. Bancroft. I promise, with the duties bestowed upon us by God Himself, we will apprehend the ones responsible for this senseless murder." "Thank you, Watchman. I suspect there are more witches among this town," she declared, waving her finger at the group of citizens that showed up at the crime scene. "You must remember, whoever it is among you, you might think Satan may give you power, think it will lead you to victory as you leave this town in distress. And you might think you can intimidate me by killing the love of my life. But I assure you these are false promises. God is even more powerful than all of you. He will lead dissenters into ruin before their final fate into Hell. Satan might shone darkness into all of us. But God will light everything up for all of us in the end. And if you think you can escape retribution, you are solely mistaken!" Agatha backed away to the two horses still attached to the wagon. They neighed loudly and raised their bodies up as she came closer to them. They tried to escape, but were unable to as they were still hooked onto the beam of the wagon. Some of the citizens muttered what was going on with the horses. Agatha tried to wrap her arms around one of the horse's neck, but it shoved her away and pounded her to the gravel. The watchman ran over and propped her up. "I never saw horses react like that. Very unusual." "It is all right. John had his way with the horses. They all flocked to him the second they saw him and he loved them all the same. They are likely distraught over losing their master." "I can imagine the pain they all must feel, as I do you. I apologize for your husband's death. If I can help you in any way, I will be willing to do what you ask of me." "Just hold onto the faith of God. As part of his flock, we must band together more than ever. The witches might still try to intimidate us, but we will not rest until they are eradicated from this town."
The moon lit up the area as everyone, Agatha included, went back into Elanor Village. The Watchmen began investigating John's murder. Who could been responsible for his death? Agatha hoped the killer, or killers, can be brought to justice...
Back to the present day, the Possessed ones hear in their sleep Two are down, and so far, no losses among you. Maintain the progress, and perhaps I shall let you all go free...
NIGHTTIME IS HERE. NEXT DAYPHASE TO HAPPEN AROUND FRIDAY-SATURDAY. AND DUE TO DISCUSSIONS IN DISCORD SERVER, THE CHALLENGE MODIFIERS AND FUTURE RNG ROLLS WILL BE SLIGHTLY REVAMPED. KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THAT.
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