Serial Killer Round 46: Burn the Witch! Cycle 3: Waiting on witch and physician
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@sky: Be nice to know if the killer was one of 'em peeps with titles and large avatars, if ya get my meanin' 
@Twinkies: No worries, dude xD It's my own fault. Besides, I couldn't think of anything else to ask anyway. (Most questions would've only removed one suspect.)
@WarP: @Nouw: Next time I'm the Spy, I'll just send everyone the list, for giggles. That way no one gets left out.
@WP: @sky: Chapter 4: Publicly announce you are the spy after your first question has been answered, regardless of how many suspects are removed.
@Trilby: @Sky: Chapter 5: If the mob doesn't execute at least one of the suspects, then reconsider who you're trying to protect here.
Also, these are some damn short chapters.
Also, these are some damn short chapters.
It was to be a warm summer night. Good for a harvest. But the truth is, there was no harvest to be had. The crops failed long ago. Ever since the first murder.
As if sensing the prevailing mood prevailing of the village, the weather sent a great chill upon the village. As the temperature fell, so did the sky.
The downpour reflected Schizzy's heart. He was on edge. Some may have thought him strange. Some even said he was mad. A murderer in the guise of justice. It didn't matter what they thought. All that mattered was what he knew. And he knew how to kill witches.
A long time had been spent watching and waiting. Sunken eyes told of many sleepless nights. His gaunt features of enduring hunger. But it had paid off. He found his quarry. There was no mistake about it.
He patted his longcoat down. Yes, the flintlock pistol was there. It will deliver justice from a distance. A gift from father. He no longer had use for them in his retirement from the army. But he felt that I might need it one day. He couldn't have known how wrong he was. There were very many days that I needed it, and it served me well.
The weight of his executioner's sword told him of its presence. A greatsword with a rounded tip, it had met many an errant witch's neck. On it was inscribed words of purity and justice.
The last of his tools of the trade, a little wax-coated bag. A glance would have fooled a casual observer to its true purpose. But closer inspection, would reveal an unusual protrusion. It was a jury rigged wheellock pistol. Pull the trigger and sparks would be sent flying into the bag. The bag contained black powder and shrapnel. If he was careful, he would never have to use it.
Satisfied he was prepared, he marched up to his quarry whose back was turned to him. Who knew why he was out in the rain. But all Schizzy needed to know was that he was there.
The cacophony of the rain masked his approach and the cocking of his flintlock. He aimed it at the witch's head and announced his presence.
"Nice evening for justice isn't it, War Penguin?"
Then he pulled the trigger...
As if sensing the prevailing mood prevailing of the village, the weather sent a great chill upon the village. As the temperature fell, so did the sky.
The downpour reflected Schizzy's heart. He was on edge. Some may have thought him strange. Some even said he was mad. A murderer in the guise of justice. It didn't matter what they thought. All that mattered was what he knew. And he knew how to kill witches.
A long time had been spent watching and waiting. Sunken eyes told of many sleepless nights. His gaunt features of enduring hunger. But it had paid off. He found his quarry. There was no mistake about it.
He patted his longcoat down. Yes, the flintlock pistol was there. It will deliver justice from a distance. A gift from father. He no longer had use for them in his retirement from the army. But he felt that I might need it one day. He couldn't have known how wrong he was. There were very many days that I needed it, and it served me well.
The weight of his executioner's sword told him of its presence. A greatsword with a rounded tip, it had met many an errant witch's neck. On it was inscribed words of purity and justice.
The last of his tools of the trade, a little wax-coated bag. A glance would have fooled a casual observer to its true purpose. But closer inspection, would reveal an unusual protrusion. It was a jury rigged wheellock pistol. Pull the trigger and sparks would be sent flying into the bag. The bag contained black powder and shrapnel. If he was careful, he would never have to use it.
Satisfied he was prepared, he marched up to his quarry whose back was turned to him. Who knew why he was out in the rain. But all Schizzy needed to know was that he was there.
The cacophony of the rain masked his approach and the cocking of his flintlock. He aimed it at the witch's head and announced his presence.
"Nice evening for justice isn't it, War Penguin?"
Then he pulled the trigger...
Your move, War Penguin.
The Arbiter has come for you.
Make it good.
The Arbiter has come for you.
Make it good.
Sorry that it's a little trope-y. Got tired of planning out a creative story and started writing off the bat.
Laughter overwhelmed the sound of raindrops. The figure held the small bullet in front of his face, revealing himself as he approached Schizzy.Schizzy said:
"You didn't think it would have been THAT easy, did you?" said Atticus.
Schizzy paused in horror, still holding the empty pistol in the air. He then responded with "No... but it was worth a shot."
"Cute..." Atticus smirked. "So. You figured out that it was me all along."
"Yes! Tonight is the night that I strike you down and rid this land of your evil, witch!"
"Warlock."
"You have tainted us with your presence for too long! Too many have died at your hands! I will make sure justice is done, and send a message to all witches like you!"
"Warlock."
"I have come to... uh... I'm sorry, what?"
"Ugh. You people really need to learn the differences between witches and warlocks. You uneducated townsfolk always lead yourselves into trouble with little mistakes like that. A whole bunch of other towns out here made that same one you did, and all of the WOMEN were executed! And you know what? It was a MALE like myself that committed all of those crimes! Sad really... Well, not really. It's actually kind of funny! Ha! Ha ha! Haa..."
"You monster..." Schizzy said in shock, drawing his great-sword.
"Oh please! You people are the real monsters! Executions with no trial, needless assumptions. You've killed more than I have! And to think, you thought you were doing the work of God. When all along you were doing the work of Satan. Oh, the irony! Heh heh heh..."
Schizzy growled in anger and charged Atticus! One fowl, vertical swing of his great-sword, Atticus stepped aside and laughed at Schizzy's failing.
"Oh, you'll have to do more than THAT to kill me!"
Another swing, horizontal this time. Atticus jumped in response. Another horizontal swing! Now he ducked. He then swiped Schizzy's leg and dropped him down. He got up and stood over him, standing on his stomach.
"Fool! Did you really think it would be that simple? My powers reach farther than you can ever imagine. Kill me and I can take your soul with me, back to the deepest fiery depths of Hell!"
"If that's what it takes to make sure you stay there..." Schizzy said, holding the wheellock pistol, "... So be it!" and pulled the trigger.
"Wait, what's th-" But before Atticus could finish, a large explosion interrupted. The burst of flames swallowed the two of them whole. The fire quickly died down from the rain, and all that was left were two bodies. Both were blanketed with burns and scars, to the point where they were unidentifiable. Whether or not Atticus really took his soul, no one knows. All that is known is that Schizzy had made and honorable sacrifice to protect the townspeople.
He was a true arbiter.
It's been a while since I've written a death, okay? xP
So yes, I am the killer! Or, at least I was! >
But it was so fantastically evil while it lasted. For the first time in this who game, for 43 bloody rounds, I have finally had my chance to make the skies rain with blood! And it was glorious! >
I'll start making the new thread this weekend. Somebody mind PMing me the new GM guide? And the Regular's List? Time's have changed since I last did this...
So yes, I am the killer! Or, at least I was! >
But it was so fantastically evil while it lasted. For the first time in this who game, for 43 bloody rounds, I have finally had my chance to make the skies rain with blood! And it was glorious! >
I'll start making the new thread this weekend. Somebody mind PMing me the new GM guide? And the Regular's List? Time's have changed since I last did this...