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Coven Leader stories
The coven leader was one of the two witches who took over Santa's north pole by force. After her humiliating defeat,she swore revenge upon Santa and his elves. However, the witch knew that she alone had no chance of taking back Santa's workshop. So, she begun plotting a plan to get Santa's workshop back. Her plan was to create a gathering of witches who would meet every night and plot and weave their evil schemes with magic. After a long time of travelling around the world and recruiting witches, she finally found six members who would join her coven each of the witches had their own special abilities, non like the world had ever seen before. The witch herself however, kept her magic and resolved to controlling an unfortunate townie every night. She soon became the most powerful among the coven and became known as the "Coven Leader". Now having finally found a group of people who were like her, she betrayed the mafia and swore to never leave her precious coven. Together with her group of coven, they combined their magic to create a powerful item known as the Necronomicon. It took three nights of meeting and draining themselves of their powers but it was worth it. Because she was the coven leader, the witch received the Necronomicon first. with it, her powers were greatly enhanced and she would deal a basic attack with magic to the person she controlled. Looking around at her powerful coven, she smiled and glanced briefly at the north where she knew Santa now dwelled.
(Credit to riolande)
Killers creep when town falls asleep. In a thatched hut the lone Witch keeps. Cold winds blow with flakes of snow. Frost delicately laces the window. The moon shines bright in the bleak night. She looks skyward, mystified by the sight. The stars have aligned; she reads the signs, chills running down her spine. ‘Time is right, give town a fright; start your reign tonight. Force the Mafia to their knees, make the town grovel and plea. You are the bringer of their travesty. Of many, you are one, and you will rise with the fall of the sun. You must fight until you have won. Destiny has spoken— your fate is woven. It is time for the Coven.’ The Witch veils herself in her cloak, running towards town before they awoke. In the distance, the clock tower spoke: It is witching hour, my hazel flower. Time is right— show your power.
(Credit to tareloin)
Her family was always hated and persecuted because of their knowledge and magical powers. She was the youngest children and didn't really understand why the people despise her. Once a terrible drought came and crops were next to none. Everyone accused her family - "It's your fault! Your evil only attract divine punishments to us!". Then her whole family was lynched in a fit of rage of townies. She was the only one to be spared as people said she was just an innocent, harmless child. They were not aware how wrong they were. This girl grieved over her family for the long time until she finally decided to act. She escaped the town and started to study magical books left by her family and discovered she has much more potential than any of her ancestors. Eventually she learnt that the ancient artefact of her family, the Necronomicon, shall become active soon. Over the next years she improved her magical skills and began carrying out his plan for vengeance. Using her powers she sensed and gathered witches from many locations. She swore to destroy everyone who would stand in her way.
(Credit to LordBlaze500)
“I absolutely cannot tolerate any more of this nonsense” exclaimed the witch. She adamantly believed she was stronger than anyone else. Alas, she could learn other people’s role like a consigliere. With her skilled witchcraft and mastery of occults, she could control vigilantes to kill innocent townies, control doctors to kill the evils, aid with mafia or even the serial killer to win... Sadly, she found herself killed by these evils most the time and the mafia or any other evil, hardly showed any bit of respect or recognition towards her. A plan struck her. “I am going to open up a new evil faction creating new possibilities, establishing new roles. It shall be known to all as the coven and I, shall be thy leader.” She laughed hysterically as a sinister smile hung across her face. Of course she needed funds, and she offered her service to brew daily potions to her customers which rewarded them with random items after 7 days. What’s better? She developed a new potion in the process, and she named it the necronomicon. It granted a member of the coven extraordinary powers ranging from astral attacks to life draining forces, but needed 3 daily potions to brew the necronomicon. She was exuberant. Weeks later, she hired a crazy crew of coven members, as she opened a new evil faction to the town and changing her name from witch to the coven leader. The first night falls upon the town of salem, as she uses her supernatural powers, to control the fellow townies, as she prepares to brew the necronomicon. “I absolutely love all this fun” exclaimed The Coven Leader.
(Credit to Rytus)
The Witch had always teamed up with other evils. She had always despised the town, but she felt as though the evils never respected her. The Mafia and Vampires excluded her from their factions, time and time again. The Arsonist and Serial Killer wanted everyone dead, only keeping her alive because she said she would reveal information to them. And the Werewolf was always going crazy, going on random rampages. The Witch was tired of it. One day, when she couldn’t take it any longer, she decided that she was going to start her own faction. Her faction was going to be the most feared evil in town! It wasn’t hard to find more witches that wanted vengeance on the town, so together they formed the Coven. Together, they would be unstoppable! To become more powerful, she brushed up on some spells and even learned more so that she could see what happens to the person she controls. They were ready for action! Every faction needs a leader, and because she banded them together and had the most experience, it only made sense for her to have the role of Coven Leader. She now spends her days controlling the town of Salem with the rest of the Coven by her side.
(Credit to Rachelm127)
Why work alone when you can have a team? A Witch alone is nothing more than a servant of another faction. But a Witch, leading a Coven, is a force to be reckoned with. Such was the logic of the Coven Leader when she abandoned her old methods, and decided to seize Salem for herself. Of course, a Coven with one member is not said force, so she went looking for recruits for her cause. It was on one of these recruiting missions that she found something very interesting; a book, hidden in the trunk of a certain woman she found brewing certain substances within a swamp filled with deadly toads. After considerable negotiation, the Coven Leader was able to obtain the book for herself, and look through the catalog of knowledge within. It was amazing; the ingredients needed to speed up brewing threefold, the methods of transporting the untouchable, the special ingredients to make a poison incurable, and two things that the Coven Leader loved immediately: a ritual to make one immune to any normal attempt on their life, and a word, whispered to a powder that then contacted another person, that could kill instantly. Yes, she could definitely make use of this knowledge. Armed with the force of her various deadly allies and the book of knowledge, she would finally have the town to her own. And if anyone dared interfere with her mission, they would not like the results.
(Credit to dyaomaster)
Coven Leader story idea:
An old woman Spy found the Mafia. She found out that they have a Consigliere, which is a role that the Spy never knew about before. When the Spy found out what the Consigliere does, she thought that she wants to create her own faction, name the faction Coven, and be a copy of the Consigliere. Of course, the copy of the Consigliere didn't want to feel like a complete copy, so she thought of a new role name. She couldn't think of a very creative role name, so she named herself the Coven Leader. She didn't have the powers to win alone, so she invited the Hex Master, Necromancer, Poisoner, Potion Master and her favorite Coven member that wasn't herself, the Medusa. The invited people accepted, and all the new Coven members were women, including the Coven Leader. The most overpowered Coven member, the Medusa, was asked by the Coven Leader to think of a new ability that the Coven Leader could get, to help herself and the Medusa. The Medusa thought that the Coven Leader could control the investigated people, and also came up with strategy of controlling the investigated person to the Medusa, making the Medusa even more overpowered than she was before. The Coven Leader thought this idea was incredible, and accepted it. One day, the Coven members realized, that they were very close to being the most overpowered faction, and were really excited, because the Coven Leader investigated someone and he found out to be a Librarian, which is a secret role, and the Coven Leader was the first person to even find out that there is a role like that. The Coven Leader controlled the Librarian to visit herself, the Coven Leader, and so the Librarian gave her a book called "The Necronomicon". This was apparently a tutorial for the Coven members to become ever stronger. However, only one Coven member could possess it. The Coven Leader decided to possess it, since she's the leader of the Coven. With the power of the Necronomicon, the Coven became the strongest faction in the game. To keep this strength and power, the Coven Leader decided to make a rule. From now on, when a Coven member dies that is possessing the Necronomicon, it would drop the book without any damage, and another Coven member would pick it up and possess the Necronomicon. A very long time later, the Coven Leader died, and gave the Necronomicon to her best friend, the Medusa, making her the only Coven member that was alive. Now that the Medusa possesses the Necronomicon, she is now the second most overpowered role in the game, behind the Pestilence.
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Hex Master stories
Hexes were the black magic favored by many. Witches and coven alike loved being able to show their evil and intents through conjuring up their own spells. The coven, needing a Hex Master, asked out for applications for their role. Many had applied and many had also been turned down. It ended up being to five last witches. Their judging would begin five days from then. At their last meeting before the judging, the Hex Master could tell that the Coven Leader, the organizer of all this job searching, was leaning toward to anyone but themselves. However, the Hex Master had a plan if things turned sour…
Every night, the Hex Master would climb onto a competitor’s rooftop, speak in their magical language, and cast a hex over their home. They did this first with the newest of the last-standers, with only a year of practice under her belt. The Hex Master had five years of practice. Then, they cast their hex on the Jester, who had practiced hexes in order to help himself and the coven. Next, they cast their spell over the youngest, one who had been practicing since they were a little child. They hexed the apprentice of an old witch that had passed away just a while ago next. Finally, they spawned their hex onto the home of the oldest and wisest of the applicants who had the most experience of hexes.
The day of the judging came, and all the witches, little and old, settled down and prepared for the Coven Leader to decide who was to be the Hex Master. Once the Coven Leader was seated, and about to begin, the Hex Master kicked their feet up to the table and snapped their fingers. All the witches heads fell to the table, lifeless.
The Coven Leader looked at the Hex Master. They smiled wickedly, saying “You’re a tricky one, aren’t you?” The Hex Master was found on the civilians rooftop’s the next night.
(Credit to: GlassGuy, The Comment Overwatcher)
"One piggy... two piggies... three piggies, four!" A boil-skinned, green-pimpled Witch thatches together eldritch glyphs into a straw doll. Cackling loudly, she casts her invisible curse.
She had never been one for malevolent violence. This Witch only lived because the Mafia's goal was only to kill the Town, at the time - never once perceived as a threat, as she conceded rulership of the Town to the Godfather, at least until the detonation.
Woven together with a few strings of silk from a poisonous arachnid, only a few drops of a maiden's pure blood, and the bark of the great tree that feeds on the remains of the dead - the only ingredients the Hex Master needs for her ritual.
The final verse for these mortals has been sung. Mana has been woven into these dolls, so as long as the living are cursed, they will succumb to their twisted fate of the eldritch magic together.
The only time one knows of their fate is when the curse awakens, and then the town will know what a massacre truly is.
(Credit to Khiash)
She strode into the town of Salem not quite knowing what to expect. A journalist, she had been hailed in order to report on the trials occurring in the town, yet the news was not occurring there, rather it was occurring behind the scenes. A dead body had recently been reanimated, and not by the Retributionist. People were being forced to visit others against their will; it was a strange threat that plagued the town, and one that had not been seen before. Her first article chronicled the possible guilt of a woman who claimed to be an Escort. The following night, the Sheriff decided to interrogate her, and realised that she was most likely a member of what had been named "The Witch's Coven". Trusting the Sheriff, the town decided to lynch the woman, and upon the examination of her body, they soon realised the error of their ways- she was in fact an Escort. Feeling guilty over framing the woman, the journalist returned to her residence on the outskirts of Salem, and found two figures waiting for her. One introduced themselves as the Coven Leader, and the other as the Necromancer that had been causing havoc with the deceased. Unsure where her allegiances lie, the journalist listened intently as the Coven Leader informed her of the power of words, the power she had only just tapped into when she published the article about the Escort. As the two visitors turned to leave, the Coven Leader placed a book upon the table, bearing the title of the Necronomicon. As if possessed by a higher power, the journalist found herself reading the book, and learning about a whole new school of knowledge. She learnt ways of hexing her targets through her words so that at a single click of her fingers, they would fall to the ground, dead. She learnt ways of avoiding others, and bypassing those that would seek to stop her intentions. That night, a journalist had walked into the house on the outskirts of Salem, but a Hex Master walked out. Her allegiances decided, she turned her quill and her voice against the town, working with the Coven to satisfy her own ends.
(Credit to VioletNightingale)
She was what most of the people in her small hometown would describe as "strange". Not due to appearance or personality, but because of all the negative energy that went with her wherever she went. It seemed as though anyone whom she took a particular distaste to would be granted with insane bad luck—losing a loved one, getting injured in an accident and being unable to recover, or in rare cases: death. Some could easily brush it off and call it coincidence, but to the observant it wouldn't appear to be the case. After many years, she suddenly disappeared. People forgot about her, they forgot about the rumors revolving around her, and they forgot about the horrible things she had caused. Upon her public return, she privately asked her new acquaintances—a peculiar group of women—if she could take care of something before they left. They all agreed to let her take care of said thing, and she was gone for a few hours. When she came back, they all nodded at one another and set off to begin their dirty work. One month later, a young adventurer stumbled across an old ghost town. Letting his curiosity take the best of him, he explored the abandoned place, getting a strange feeling as he looked at whatever there was to see. "It's so strange," he thought to himself, "that it looks like there had been all kinds of life here only yesterday." He left not long after entering. There was one thing he hadn't noticed before his departure, however, and that was a small purple cloth on the ground with the initials H.M. stitched into it.
(Credit to salclaspers)
The lonely woman living in a cabin architectures of many voodoo dolls, unlit candles, and writings of black magic. Black magic was her passion the incredible power to control mental torment of her kind was something that fueled her revenge on those that dare defile her rules. Suddenly she spot a out green woman those similar of her ancestors' time. "Sister? Cousin? Is that you?" the woman says. "I your granny of the era you're not from, I'm visiting you to aid me.", "I am no worth... My magic is nothing compared to your witchcraft, I'm simply a angry woman and I'm afraid you are trespassing my property." the woman replies. "I can teach you my power in exchange for your black magic under my command.", "Fair enough, as long as you hold your end of the deal." said the woman. She proceeded to follow her watching sprinkle dust in the air creating a portal. The place was dark she wasn't aware where she had been taken but seen nothing but alot of faces that had similar spelt intentions similar to her's. It was a welcomed gathering to her she found to be fond of and felt like she belonged here.
(Credit to ReturnToSinder)
The hex master was once a simple Townie who has always been fascinated by magic. Everyday, he would visit the library and curl up with a good book about magical kingdoms far away, or maybe a whimsical explanation about the wonders of magic. All of his classmates would always make fun of him for believing in such things, but he learned to never listen to them. And so, he kept on reading about magic. His parents were worried about his well being, but he always brushed it off his shoulder that his love for magic wasn't something that should've been worried about.
Eventually, he became good friends with a girl who shared his passion with magic, curses, hexes and potions. Many townsfolk bullied her not only for her odd looks, but also for her obsession with magic. They became the best of friends, as the boy would always stand up for him and his friend whenever they got bullied, and in return the girl would teach her about magic: magical herbs, mysterious curses, ancient spells, mystical potions and his most favorite subject of all: bedazzling hexes. The girl was always there for him when he wanted answers to his questions about magic, and he was always there for her whenever shot got bullied for her looks.
That was the past. Now the boy has grown up, and he has yet to see his old childhood friend. She unfortunately had been banished far, far away, and he dearly missed his old friend. He had always wanted to say sorry to her for the one day he wasn't there to defend her when she was getting bullied, and he blamed himself for the girl being banished. In order to honor her, he had studied very hard about magic ever since, particularly all about the different hexes one could use. He knew well that was what his old friend would've wanted.
When news of a new legion of witches had arrived in Salem, he knew well it was the doing of none other than his old friend. It just couldn't be anybody else. He knew well what had to be done.
He had to join the Coven and become their hex master.
(Credit to Dani16458)
As a child the Hex Master was shunned.
They say wherever she goes bad luck and death follows her.
When she was 7 her mother died and her father went insane.
When she was 12 her best friend contracted a plague and died.
When she was 15 her classmates starts dying, going insane, contract a disease, or suffer mishaps.
After that more people started dying and they started shunning her.
Living alone in the woods, she was approached by a stranger one night. The stranger was kind to her and never shun her at all. The stranger taught her all sorts of words and after a while she can turns a thing into something else or make something disappear.
As she grows up her hatred against the people who shunned her grew. The stranger starts to teach her more things, words that can kill people, curse them, all sorts of things.
One night, a man stumbles into the woods near her house, a man with a gun. She quickly mutters a word and his lifeless body falls onto the ground.
After that moment she was known as the "Hex Master".
(Credit to Multiuniverse)
Obsessed with notion on religion, the hex master read up a lot on religion since young. In fact, she furthered her studies and had some of the finest education on religious studies and had a masters in religious studies, more specifically, salemhism. Every day, the insane lady performed rituals, spells, hexes, and even meditation in regards to salemhism, pledging her loyalty to her gods. Demonstrating such proficiency in her arcane rituals and spells, the coven leader tracked her down and requested for her service in exchange for loads of money and a sense of belonging in an organisation – The Coven. She accepted the job. As darkness falls upon this humble town, she casted the pentagram on the cold floor as she wore her mystical robe with candles lit in a pitch dark room, and chanted “May the hex of the gods fall upon the soul of Ann Putnam...” She continued her ritual for hours, till the next day arrives. Dawn approaches, and nothing special is seen on Ann Putnam. But the hex master claimed “Once the ritual is complete with all the other townies hexed, the gods will strike, annihilating the entire town.” The Coven leader gleamed at the thought of the massacre, and the coven await that very faithful day.
(Credit to Rytus)
“They’re all rotten; every last one of them. Those stupid townies think they’re just and righteous, lynching all those who oppose their ideologies. Well they’ll see. Before long they’ll experience that which they inflict on others. They think they can get away with killing every person they don’t understand. But they can’t. I’ll get them first. I’ll gather them all up, one by one, and show them what it truly means to die. There are lots of things they don’t understand. People, differences, the supernatural… just because they can’t comprehend any of it… they’ll see. Once they’re dead they’ll see. They’ll finally understand. None of us deserved this, this unwarranted ostracism just because we’re different, just because we’re not normal, just because we were given gifts. We’re better than them. We have powers. We can do things nobody else could dream of. We’ll be the new leaders of the town. We’ll build a better place, where people like us can be free. They’ll see.” The other Coven members watched with wicked smiles as the Hex Master cackled one last time, clutching the Necronomicon.
(Credit to Marowakawaka)
Hag. He'd called her a Hag. A witch. A useless old woman. She'd show him. Entering his house only with a book she thundered down the hallway. The door was open as the Vigilante had left. She sat herself down in the corner of the room. A few hours later, the front door open with a creak and slammed with a crack. A bloody man holding a gun entered the room and undressed. She waited in the darkness as he tired and slept. She glanced down at the book and whispered the words she could say. Black mist flowing from her hands into the mouth of the sleeping victim as she worked. He writhed as the mist spread about him as she chanted. As the spell ended he seemed to freeze before his whole body relaxed. The mist exited through his nose. The curse was done.
She returned to her hut and was surrounded by others hoping to see the downfall of the town. She smiled and glanced around at the rest of the followers. "It is done. The curse is complete." Leaving her to wake to an empty town.
(Credit to TimeToReap)
"Look at them. Such innocent, naive creatures. Merrily strolling around, chit-chatting with their neighbours, blissfully unaware of the threat that is creeping upon them. Soon, they were all going to perish.
The Hex Master has always hated the townsfolk. As soon as she had showed signs of the ability to wield magic, the town banished her out of fear and ignorance. Forced into hiding, she found those alike her. A group of vengeful witches preparing a strike against those who disowned them.
Turns out, her gift of magic was powerful. Her craft of Hexing people not only made her victims seem suspicious, but was also a ticking bomb, ready to be set off. And now, as the local Investigator was discovering an abundance of evidence against innocent people, chaos was soaring through Salem. Countless guiltless people were lynched, which only backfired on the poor Investigator, who was now facing the gallows himself due to his untrue findings.
However, none of this could be compared with her ultimate attack. In the middle of the night, she commenced her final spell. Shortly after, screams audible from all over Salem were the sign that tomorrow, only the Coven sistren will be left standing in the town square."
(Credit to Liv5320)
For a long time, the Hex Master was too afraid to hex a human being. She spent her life hexing her neighbors’ chickens so that they were unable to lay eggs. After a few days, she would ask to buy the chickens for a low price. The neighbors willingly sold these chickens, as they only ate grass, producing nothing. She brought them back to her house, where she would lift the curse. One member of the Coven was tricked this way. She was angry at first for losing valuable chickens, but then she recruited the Hex Master. “We must kill the entire Town, and you will help us by casting hexes on the townies,” the Coven Leader said.
A week later, the entire town was hexed. At night, the Hex Master muttered an incantation that swiftly suffocated anyone who was hexed. Except, the next morning, the Pestilence was still alive. “An invincible epidemic cannot be suffocated so simply,” the Pestilence said with a cold laugh.
(Credit to ft029)
Long ago, there was a little girl. One night, this little girl stumbled upon an old, musty book in her family’s attic. This old magic book held eons of spells and magics, hexes beyond her imagination. Elated, the girl began practicing the spells within the book. She started with simple magic tricks, pulling a bunny from out of a hat, or making bees fly out her ears. “I want to be a magician, mamma,” she said one day, making a coin appear and disappear in her palm. “Silly girl,” her mother said, “You cannot be a magician, magicians make no living.” “But I know real magic, mamma!” “Of course you do,” Her mother smiled thinly, but the girl knew she did not believe her. Years later, the now older girl stands on a raised wooden platform, that she scraped together herself. “Magician’s show! Not your phony hats and bunnies! Come by and witness real magic!” Intrigued, a few town members came to see her show. But they booed and ridiculed her as she grew flowers out her head, and butterflies out her ears. Desperate, the girl turned to the old book once more. She learned stronger magic. Magic that worked on people, turning their nails into claws, blessing them with perfect vision. The magician returned to the stage. “Witch!” They cried, when she granted a child wings, “Demoness!” They exiled her to the woods. That night, the Coven Leader came. “They don’t seem to like magic, do they?” She said, melting out of the shadows, “But I do. I know what it feels like to be shunned, to be gifted, and yet have no one appreciate your abilities.” The former magician looked up at her, eyes brimming, “You work magic too?” “Yes, and I am impressed by your skills. With a little work, you can help me.” “With what?” “In taking down the town that shunned us.” The former magician studied hard. She spent days in her hovel, reading the old book and muttering strange words. At last, she had mastered every spell within.
(Credit to MidniteScy)
As a child, the Hex Master enjoyed watching people burn. He loved seeing his old friend, the Arsonist douse and burn the town down. However, one day a wild Arsonist appeared out of nowhere, incinerating his whole family(Lovers mode, jkjk). One day, he was running, crying, into the woods. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in front of him, and he was kidnapped! He was thrown into a room, but a comfortable one. He saw a witch, wielding the Necronomicon, the powerful book which enhances the powers of Witches. The Coven Leader asked him, “You do want to take revenge on the Arsonist, right?” The Hex Master nodded. The Coven Leader threw him a spell book, with a spell similar to the Arsonist’s gameplay. He learned the spell, furiously flipping through the pages. One day, he practiced the curse (or otherwise known, the “hex”) on some dummies. After hexing the last one, a flame erupted from her hand, completely vaporizing the dummies. Joining the Coven, she promised to take revenge on the Arsonist, by his own way of murdering.
(Credit to Razaele)
Medusa stories
It's uncomfortable, you know. To have SNAKES in your hair. To get teased, every single day as a child, because you have the snakes in your hair. Your mother does not even know how you came into existence, as she is a simple person, who does not do anything extravagant as a way of work. As a child, she was taught inner peace. She needed a LOT of it to not MURDER anybody. Did I mention that she could murder people? Yeah, if anybody looked at her, and she decided she wanted to kill them, she simply did. They were turned to stone, and nobody ever knew what they did for a living. As she grew up, getting old, remaining alone, she decided to wear a bulky hat. As she was trying it on, her mother walked in. She said, "We're moving to Salem. I have a few...hm... friends, and I want to introduce you to them." Honestly, she was so happy. She'd meet people who would not judge her, perhaps! She kept the hat on as she walked into town. She walked to her new house, that SHE owned. It WAS a small town, only 14 houses and 1 prison. One night, her mother walked into her room, and woke her up. She whispered, "Time to wake up! I'm going to introduce you to my friends." She rolled out of bed, put on her robe and hat, and walked with her mother, who was wearing a strange purple robe. She strolled in, and then a voice commanded, "Take off your hat." So, she did. Nobody laughed. Nobody spoke. The voice said, "Would you like to join us? If you don't, you die here and now." She had no choice, really. She nodded. The voice said then, "Hello. I am Helena. You have joined a group of outcasts, every single one of us has been teased as a child. We plan to get our revenge. That night, she killed for the first time. And she was comfortable in her own skin.
(Credit to DuckGamer)
The Medusa was known as a pretty woman who lived on the Town. But deep inside, she had always been living a lonely life, all alone without anyone to look for her. No, she didn't do anything wrong at all, she wasn't involved with witchcraft. However, she was born with a curse that caused people to turn into stones if they stared at her directly into her eyes. The Medusa wasn't aware of this ability, however, until one day where she accidentally turned the Serial Killer and the Vigilante into stones.
She could remember clearly that people called her monster for her appearance; scaled skins, red eyes, and her long, wavy black hair that formed snakes at the tips. She was an outcast, unwanted around people near her, and to top it all off, no one loved her for who she was. Days, months, or even centuries passed by, but her hatred for humanity hadn't ceased yet; it still lingered deep within her broken heart and mind.
It was only a matter of time until the Coven found her. They took her in and treated her well, for once, the Medusa felt like she was loved. But in reality, the Coven only wanted to use her stone gaze to destroy anyone who dared to stand in their way. The Medusa didn't care if she was a mere puppet for the Coven, she just wanted revenge, she wanted all of people who make her suffer to the fullest.
The Medusa was a gentle woman, but if you stared into her cold, stone gaze... You're done for.
(Credit to playfultrickster101)
The Medusa lived a lonely life, cursed from a young age to turn all who gaze upon her into stone. She took to a life of solace, preferring not to risk others lives, even as they scorned her; mocking her and cursing her name. All this changed, however, when the Sheriff burst into her home one night, waving a gun and demanding to know who she was and what she did for the town. This was the straw that broke the camels back. She, previously turned away from the door, had screamed, turning to face the intruder with intent to kill. Enough was enough. When she finally reached him with fangs bared, she was surprised not to see a quivering man, but instead a statue, closely resembling the deputy of the town.
She panicked and the next day the town went to the meeting to discuss the growing crime rates, there sheriff missing, and in his place was a block of stone shaped as him, pen and paper in hand, a look of pure horror on his face. That night, the Coven Leader went to seek out the Medusa. She calmly knocked on her door and the Medusa shooed her away, but the Coven Leader would not be swayed so easily. She walked in slowly, propositioning the poor woman, "Do you want the town to stop making fun of your solitary life? Do you want to be free to do as you please? Do you want me to end your curse?" The Medusa beamed at the prospects, of course she did! "Then join me, and when this town is under our rule, you will never have to live in the shadows ever again. The Medusa took her hand, and the two walked off, cackling in the night as their reign of terror was only just beginning.
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Troughout her life,Medusa has been bullied by others.Before being born,a mad witch put a curse on her.She was born with a hair made out of snakes and an ugly,wrinkle-covered,green face.She was made fun of,some calling her face "petrifying",others calling her an hag.One day,she decided to turn to the Coven,in hopes that they can do anything wit the curse.Instead,the Coven Leader gave her power to turn people to stone and asked her to join the Coven.Medusa didn't think much,and agreed to do so."Now i'll show them petrifying" said Medusa as she walked back into the town with an evil smile...
(Credit to MrsMuffinLove)
"Oh Mother, your hair is so beautiful!" "Why thank you my dear. You may even be more beautiful than me one day." "Do you really think so mother?" "I do My darling daughter. I really -" As she was about to finish her loving praise of her daughters' beauty, the wooden door to their house was broken open by what appeared to be a few burly men and their Wives. "Right there! She's the one who's been wooing our husbands! Kill the wench!" The Wife says as she quickly grabs the nearest blunt object and heads straight for Meriel. Meriel, without hesitation pushes her daughter out of the way and tries to block the blow. Her daughter screams in fear as they carry her now unconscious mother away out of the house toward the village center... "Let's see how beautiful you are after we burn you to death Wench!" Still unconscious they tie Meriel to the stake and prepare to burn her. Suddenly, one of the wives says out loud for all to hear - "Why don't we stone her instead of burning her! That way she can live with her ugliness when we are done with her!" The other women agree, then leave to procure the necessary throwing instruments. As they throw the rocks onto Meriel, her Daughter looks in shock and anger as she sees her mother pelted from head to toe with small stones. She gets on her knees and preys for help to save her Mother. Anything to help save her. But nothing... As her Mother keeps getting pelted with stones she, who know after a few minutes of this is awake and looking over at her daughter with a gentle smile. Almost as if to say it's going to be okay. Then, without any warning whatsoever, a bolt of lightning strikes downward onto the post where Meriel was tied. Meriel now transformed into a hideous creature with snake eyes and snakes for hair... She looks at everyone around her and they all turn to stone in an instant... Even her own daughter... Who now is frozen in place with a look of fear upon her, presumably from her mothers new appearance. The gods have saved her from her fate, but at what price?
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“I’m so alone!” Medusa cried onto the shoulder of her coven leader, sunglasses digging into the wise leader’s shoulders. “That’s the second one this week! I try to be friendly but once we get past the chatting stages… Poof! Stone… I can’t date statues all my life!” She sobbed harder.
Her coven leader patted her shoulders, “There… there… it’ll be okay, Meddy.“ She got up to look at the statue of the sheriff. Maybe he wasn’t a good match after all. “We’ll find somebody. What about that dashing fellow who turns into a werewolf at nights?”
“Why would he be any different?” Medusa sniffed, fixing her sunglasses so she wouldn’t accidentally kill her coven leader like she had the necromancer when he tried to play a prank on her using a ghoul... or the last hex master when he had mocked her new hair cut.
“Well the other day I saw him get stabbed ambushed and poisoned and he’s still here. I’ll have him come here. It’s worth a shot.” Medusa sniffed and nodded. It was better than nothing she supposed. "Okay... do it. If he gets turned to stone then we'll know for sure... I am cursed to be forever alone."
"That's the spirit." The coven leader smiled.
(Credit to randompersonnumber3)
Gifted with the aptitude of learning witchcraft, she absorbed her psychic and clairvoyant skills very quickly when she was young. Today, having the power to kill in an ambiguous and cryptic fashion, she sides with the coven, an organisation which has quirky skills and maddening prowess. In the day, she dresses herself in her royal dark red cloak, covering most of her body and only leaving her face visible for all to see. Then, she rarely talks, and speaks of very sacred language which she uses to express her opinions in the trials. Just before sunset, the medusa echoed “Come of tea tonight.” What does she do for a living? What was her background? Who is she? The townies were unsure. A few townies thought that they should come to her humble abode to understand more about her. In fact, that is exactly what the medusa wanted. At 1AM, the investigator crept inside the house. The pale lady was nowhere to be seen. Just then a colossal figure dawned upon the investigator. With red eyes, gray skin, serrated teeth and purple snakes representing her hair, the medusa chanted some mysterious words and approached him. In a state of shock, the investigator tried to escape. He had no idea what monster that is and was petrified. But then, it was all too late. The exits were sealed and the poor investigator noticed his legs turning concrete. Then, the stone seemed to devour him like insects and spread upwards while the medusa laughed sadistically. “Help! HELP!” He shrieked as her house turned chaotic, with screams booming the house as the investigator hoped to be rescued. But in reality, outside those soundproof walls of the medusa’s (not so) humble abode, it was yet another quiet and peaceful night.
(Credit to Einsteins)
Melissa Dulcie Sampson was the most loving, adventurous girl anyone had ever met. She wanted to visit all the famous monuments: the Eiffel Tower, the Taj Mahal and the Pyramids! Her first stop however was the Ancient Greek Temple Parthenon. Melissa had dreamed of going there ever since she was a child and she was so excited to finally go and visit one of her dream destinations. She loved Greek mythology and Greek culture and she could never afford to travel there as a child with her family. Finally, she had enough money to make her dreams come true. Upon arriving in Greece, Melissa became incredibly overwhelmed as it brought back nostalgia from her younger years. Instead of going with the rest of her group on tour, she immediately set off on her own in the direction of Parthenon. After a while, she came across a deep, dark forest. She knew that her destination was on the other side and there was no way to get there without venturing through the green mess that stood before her. She picked up a long stick from the ground, using it to bat her way through the trees. Suddenly, she heard a voice. “Melissssssa”. She turned around to look behind her to find no one was there and she backed away slowly. “Who’s there?” she cried. She had never been more petrified in her entire life. She took another step back to find there was no more ground behind her, and she was falling further and further. As she fell she heard a hissing noise and when she reached contact with the ground, there was a bright white flash. In the bright light, she saw a figure with crazy hair. “You are their leader now, you are Medusa…” she wailed and disappeared. Melissa awoke in a ditch and her head was aching, She reached up to feel her head and instead of silky smooth locks, she felt the scales of snakes. The Greek mythology she read about as a child was all completely true, and now she was a part of it forever…
(Credit to amyrodrigues)
Necromancer stories
There was a young girl who had been a part of a family of Mystic all of which were renowned Retributionists. When she was growing up she was more into a dark type of resurrection and didn't seem to like bringing back people for the right cause.She was discriminated and cast aside by her fellow classmates After failing her entrance exam at the School of Mystics she brought shame to her family and was kicked out. She along with 5 other witches had joined together to get their revenge on the town. They called themselves the Coven and she used her knowledge of Dark magic to bring back the dead to do her bidding. She Knew that she could further enhance her powers by using the Necronomicon a Book about Dark magic and witchcraft they searched far and wide until they found the Book. Once they did, her Ghouls would do more than just roam, they would kill.
(Credit to Sepharos)
Prior to being risen from the dead by the Coven Leader, the Necromancer led a life surrounded by the very opposite – death. As the undertaker for the town of Salem, she was left to live a lonely life, due to her overbearing stench of rotting flesh, and her face constantly marked by dirt from grave-digging. One fateful night and an encounter she wouldn't live to remember reckoned her among the Coven, after the Leader found her lifeless corpse not far from a fresh grave. Upon closer inspection, she realized this was the town's sole gravedigger, and noticed two small parallel bite marks on her neck. Deeming her a possible asset to the Coven, she resurrected her, and thus the Necromancer was given a second chance at life. Forever indebted to the Coven, she manipulates her knowledge of anatomy to temporarily use the newly dead in order to protect her newfound sisters.
(Credit to kittyveli)
She was a self-professed woman of miracles, able to resurrect anyone. She had resurrected the wonderful Sheriff, who promptly thanked her for the miracle, and she felt a connection to him, his eyes had shown true gratitude. The miracles performed by her were applauded by the Town.
However, the next day the Town is on its knees, a Werewolf had attacked the Jailor's home, few people remain, the Werewolf, however, was found out and lynched and she decided it's time to act once more. She snuck into the graveyard, and fond the grave of the dead Jailor, and began the resurrection ritual. She surrounds the Jailor with a circle of candles. After the candles are set, she had chanted a series of magical words. The body was unresponsive still. It wouldn't move. Despite this, she shrugged it off and left to her home before sunrise. She had to give it time.
The next day, the Town stood shocked. The 'Retributionist' heard this shock, and she promptly left her home and exclaimed she resurrected the Jailor, expecting a round of applause. And then, she was the beast she created. The arms of the Jailor were still rotting, the eyes sockets empty, and the legs were showing bones, the remaining skin was green. The Jailor then collapsed back onto the ground. The 'Retributionist' only stared at the abomination she had created, as the screaming and shouting of the Town humiliated her. They turned to her and saw a horrifying change.
Her eyes had turned empty, the skin green, her fingertips had rotted off. Her hair had changed from a beautiful red to a disgusting death black. She had used her powers too much, she was falling apart, she was in some sort of strange limbo. She looked at the Sheriff for help from the Town's anger, but the Sheriff turned his head away in disgust at her. She couldn't bear it anymore! And then, something changed, and she knew the use of her power. The voices of the Town started to fade in her mind. With the thought of which corpse would make the Sheriff suffer the most, the thought of claws ripping him to shreds she smiled.
(Credit to DumbStorm)
"Mom, you came back!" said the young girl, staring at her mother. Her mother was shot last night, but with the help of her dad,the Retributionist, he was able to bring her back. Something,however,seemed wrong with her. She still looked dead, almost like a living corpse. She was a Vigilante. "Mommy..." the girl hummed. Her mother pulled out a gun, shot her daughter, and collapsed onto the floor. Her Mother wasn't alive, she was just an moving corpse. And her dad,well, wasn't what he seemed. He pulled out a marble out of his pocket. It projected an image of the Coven Leader. "Did you do your task?" asked the Coven Leader in a grumpy tone. "Yes,i did...Please, I beg you now, let me go free..." "Not yet." said the Coven Leader."You have proved yourself to be the one and only Necromancer. If you want to get the curse cured from you so you can leave Salem, you must help us destroy the town." He couldn't do anything than agree. After all, he doesn't have a choice...
(Credit to MrsMuffinLove)
The Necromancer was the daughter of a very successful Retributionist, she wasn't very social as the other children.
She took interest in her father's work with resurrecting the dead, her father seeing potential in the child he decided to teach her the ways. Starting with small woodland creatures.It may look easy but it was difficult. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't fully resurrect the poor creature, though it could stay alive it wouldn't last for so long.
The Retributionist was losing hope for his daughter, though he wanted to believe that she could do it hope wouldn't last for long. He often watches the girl play around the animals trying her hardest to make it last, move and look presentable. With such weights of the town, resurrecting those with important roles. He's afraid that his daughter couldn't do it and fail the town. He decided it was time to show her after a month.
The night sky was slightly darker than before as the moon shone brightly above the two. The Retributionist brought his daughter into the graveyard. He walked towards the jailor's grave. The girl was right beside her father when it happened. She watched how he resurrected the jailor, she quietly repeated his words as she felt magic go through her then it happened. Gunshot. She fled the scene.
Little does she know the corpse of the jailor holding a gun aim at her father did it. The next day all came to panic, they have lost their ticket to save the town so then they turn to his daughter. They all said that she could do it that should bring him back. So that night she attempted to bring her father back. She looked at his corpse as she recited the words he rose then fallen. It failed.
The town grew angry at her calling her useless, a disappointment. The girl then grew angry she yelled out to the town as the corpse of the godfather risen and shot at the townies. They ran in fear from her. After that night she was never seen again.
(Credit to narwhalflies)
The Necromancer has always been fascinated with the dead. Ever since she was young, the dead have always been her biggest interest in life. She would always hurry to murder scenes upon their discovery. Whilst grown men would be sick upon the sight, the Necromancer was never bothered. This of course, alienated her from, the other children, but this never bothered her. However, her whole life changed on day, the day she discovered the Necronomicon. At first, she had no idea as to what terrible power she had just discovered. She had no idea that in her hands, she held the book of the dead and its power. Then she opened it, and read its contents. From that moment onwards, she would be seen in all her spare time with that book. No one knew its contents except her, for she fiercely defended it if anyone inquired about the book. It wasn't until she was a lot older, that the Necromancer thought she was ready to use its power. She went to the graveyard and started speaking, in a language that no one had heard for generations. The speaking became a chant, a chant of dark and ancient power. The chanting stopped, and the Necromancer stared at the grave. Nothing happened. She waited and waited, but nothing happened. The Necromancer, devastated that she had spent most of her life reading nothing, threw the book away and returned home. It wasn't until the next day that she realised what she had done. The town had found the lookout in a state of shock. In the house by where he was found, lay a dead body. From the incoherent ramblings, did the town discover that the person inside was murdered. The lookout went on to describe that the person who had done it, was the serial killer that the town had lynched the other day. At that exact moment, the Necromancer quickly hurried back to the graveyard. Upon reaching the grave she had visited last night, she could clearly see the overturned mud and broken wood, signs that something had escaped from its tomb. She quickly searched for the book, for she now knew, the power it contained. And from that moment onwards, the girl interested in the dead, was now the Necromancer.
(Credit to DrZero11)
My skill is not as special as some of you might think. It's actually quite common in certain families. Much like the sheriff told me when I was little, it's not your talents that determine who you are, but the way you use them. And that's what really set me aside from the other Retributionists: the way I used this talent. I had sworn to never help this town.
I still remember how my father screamed as he was hung. 'I'm a Retributionist, please, I can help you!' I remember the merciless town still hanging him. The cold faces of the innocent. And the icy hand of death finally getting hold of my father, after he had cheated death for years. It's haunting my dreams. My father might have left this world a long time ago, I can still hear him when I sleep. And he cries for vengeance.
(Credit to Floris482)
There was once a young girl who never met her real parents. Rumours were that her mother was a witch but she didn't really know. She was adopted and raised by a woman who was known as a "Medium" among the townsfolk. With her, the young girl finally felt save and loved. She spent a lot of time with the Medium and observed how she communicated with the dead. However, not long later the Medium was accused by a local Investigator that she must be responsible for disposing a corpse of a person murdered last night as she was seen among the dead bodies by him. The Mayor personally led the Medium execution. The young lady was crying and screaming "No! Please don't do this! I swear she did nothing wrong! I beg you!" but that didn't work. She was hanged and died in the front of her adoptive daughter. Only then after reading her last words and checking out her property the Town realized she was truly innocent. The young girl was in utter despair for long time until she realized something. She started reading the Medium's books and scrolls and found what she was hoping for - an ancient scroll describing how to bring somebody back to life. Every night she was testing it out using bodies in the graveyard but she was unable to achieve the desired result, the best she could do was to animate a corpse for several hours. One night a group of mysterious women approached her. The young lady was very scared until one of them said "Don't be afraid. We are your friends. I can feel your power. Your painful past. Your desire to revenge. We can help you. Come with us. You will be not alone anymore." This young lady asked "Who are you?" The answer was "We are the Coven". After a long while of hesitation she replied "I'll come with you. Call me the Necromancer."
(Credit to LordBlaze500)
She was once a Retributionist, resurrecting her fellow townies. However, things soon turned grim for the town when they tried to get her lynched, thinking she was the janitor. Luckily, the Jailor whom she had resurrected not too long ago voted innocent and she was set free. But of course, the Necromancer would not forget what the other townies tried to do. She was the type to hold grudges. Her only option was to turn to the silent ones, who had never attempted to hurt her in any way -- that is, the Coven.
After making a pact with the Coven Leader, she revised her techniques and went on her way to stir chaos within the Town. She would no longer resurrect townies, but rather, use the abilities of the dead on the town members. The Mayor was killed by the reanimated Werewolf. The Investigator was killed by the reanimated Mafioso. The Necromancer cackled, delighted with what she had accomplished. She wasn't finished, however. She would not stop until the Town begged for mercy.
The next morning, she found out the Coven Leader had been executed by the Jailor. This was the last straw and the Necromancer would not forgive the Town for what they had done. There was no need to reanimate anyone no more. For with her new power, the Necronomicon, at last, she could get her revenge. The Necromancer used her ghoul to kill everyone in her sight, townie or not. "They deserve it," she thought.
(Credit to MrSpirare)
As darkness fell, a young girl walked home several paces behind her father. The Vigilante left his daughter to tuck herself in as he hid himself away in his room for the shame of his actions. The only sound that echoed that night was the pull of a trigger and a splatter on the wall. Unable to sleep, the innocent child got out of bed the next morning to find the lifeless corpse of her only remaining family member. Shocked and expressionless, the numb girl staggered into the centre of the town to share her news. “Good riddance,” they said, “that fool deserved it after what he did to the Mayor.” The girl was sent home alone. Once there, she looked up at the stars and wished and prayed to be with her dad again. As the sun rose on Salem the next day, a young girl walked into town hand-in-hand with her father. But it couldn’t be that simple. “She’s a demon!” they shouted. “How dare he come back to us!” they chanted. Without understanding the situation, the girl looked on with fear to the mob of townies approaching. Her father knelt down to her and told her just to run before he turned to face the town alone. Looking on from the nearest hill, the girl watched her father’s lynching; his second death. Feeling something click inside her head, she looked to the forest, to a certain evil group she’d only heard of in whispers, and swore revenge.
(Credit to Marowakawaka)
The Necromancer never wanted to go against the town. She lived with her father, a modest Survivor, in a small cottage just outside a town called Salem. She kept to herself, practicing spells and living a nice life. All that changed on one frightful night, when a member of the mafia slyly came into the house and killed the Necromancer’s father. When the Necromancer woke up and found the terrible sight, she went to town, pleading with the town members that they must do something – that the Retributionist must revive him and that the town must lynch this murder! The town didn’t seem to care though, for he was just a Survivor to them. The Necromancer became furious with rage, yearning for her revenge! When she got home, she tried every spell she could think of in hopes of reviving him. Nothing revived him, but amid her constant bewitching, she directed his abilities onto herself before his body rotted away. Although depressed, she realized that she could use this new power to seek vengeance on Salem for not helping her. The Necromancer soon joined the Coven, a faction of witches seeking vengeance. Now she uses the dead bodies of both the good and evil to hurt and heal others so that justice will be served.
(Credit to Rachelm127)
The day before the wedding, tragedy struck. Her soon-to-be husband, the Retributionist, was murdered in cold blood. The killer was never found, but the woman knew it was the Mafia, it had to be. The woman tried to use what he had taught her to bring him back, but she could not. She kept practicing, but it never worked. Years later, she stumbled upon a book that told of ways to raise the dead with dark arts lost to the ages. She practiced this on the corpse of a long-dead Vigilante. The corpse was rotted and decomposed, nothing more than a ghoulish shade of the Vigilante's former self. This would never work, she could never love a man that looked this way. She began to sob and made a single wish, that the Mafioso who shot her lover would pay for what he had done. At this, the ghoul let out a grunt of acknowledgement and rushed off. She could not bring herself to pursue it in her sadness. The local Sheriff later discovered the bodies of two people in a back alley. Well, he claimed that one of them was a body, but to others it seemed to be nothing but ash and bone. On that day, the Necromancer decided she didn't need love. She had the tools to avenge her lover and that would be enough to bring peace to her aching soul. First, the Mafia, and then the Townies who wouldn't help her bring justice to his killer. Little did she know she wouldn't have to do it alone. Little did she know the Coven was coming.
(Credit to HereThereEverywhere)
The night was loud as the Doctor returned to his home. The town was sick, sick with some incurable plague that covered houses like a thick blanket, smothering cries and screams and coughs that tore the Doctor's heart in two. He desperately wanted to help these poor souls, but he could not figure out what was behind this plague.
He stepped into his home, peeling off his blood-soaked gloves. His work was hard and arduous, but he knew it was his duty. After all, who would heal those in need of healing? Only he could.
His sigh echoed into the empty house as he began his retirement to his quarters. The afternoon had been a terrible one––that godforsaken, self-proclaimed "Mayor" had just made another mistake: he had sent the one the Doctor loved with all his heart to the noose. His lover was adamant and steadfast, countering the Mayor's every attack, and the Doctor stood by him, retorting the fact that his lover had withstood an attack from the Mafia by stating he was healed the night they stormed into his house, shooting him in cold blood.
But the Mayor was adamant, and the vigilant watcher over the Town was hung.
The Doctor entered his room, lighting a candle by his desk and pulling out a cigar. He opened his diary, staring at the sketch of his lover. He studied his perfect, stormy eyes, his jawline, his overbearing structure as the protector of the town, and sighed again. Being a homosexual was a taboo in Salem. There's no way the man he saw as perfect would have loved him back. At least he died with honor.
A flash of movement by the window caught his eye, and the Doctor sat up, taking a deep breath and embracing the bittersweet taste of the tobacco as the smoke curled in his lungs and scratched his throat. He then moved over to the window and frowned, making out the figure of a tall man in the shadows.
The man turned to the Doctor, and he felt an icy chill run down his spine as his eyes met the same eyes in his sketch.
Stormy eyes, jawline, overbearing structure...
His cigar was burning out on the floor of his room, but he didn't notice.
And there was something else there. Something in his eyes. A sort of...hunger.
A love, almost.
A strangled cry escaped the Doctor's lips, and he stepped back from the window. It couldn't be his lover; his lover was dead. He had watched as the man had swung from the noose, was taken down and buried, rested next to the other brave members of the town...
He stepped back to the window. His lover was right there.
His feet moved without his brain commanding them, and the Doctor was suddenly at the door--no, outside--grabbing at his lover, holding him, getting as close to him as possible, running through all the taboos but not caring, forgetting about the fact that his lover should be dead, not elated--forget elated--just in need of more, more more. He needed him. They needed each other. A million trains of thought ran through his mind and collided at once, spilling out ideas and more ideas, but one fact rose out of the rubble of the train wreck––he wasn't alone anymore.
Then he felt the cool metal brush against his chest.
Confused by the sudden but sharp flash of pain, he stepped back, studying the man for the first time as he felt clarity hit him.
That wasn't his lover.
He--it--was something else entirely––a wriggling mass of grey flesh and white bones and maggots and gnats––a mindless thing with hollowed eyes that silently but frantically darted from the hole in the Doctor's chest to his head––a puppet with white hands that opened and shut constantly, squeezing the pistol that had been once part of his belt––a zombie with no mind of its own, carrying a single command in its brain: kill.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The thing watched quietly as the Doctor collapsed on the ground, then dissipated into a mound of dust and maggots.
Outside the house, the Necromancer watched the ongoing charade, a tiny, irresistible smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The Coven Leader would be proud.
(Credit to Slugkitty)
Poisoner stories
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Potion Master stories
Growing up There was a young girl who was fascinated by brewing and selling potions to her classmates in her towns school. Most of the other girls would bully her and call her names that would hurt her,But she held her head up high. She met others who were just like her but were into different types of magic still she was glad that there was others like her. When she was 18 she moved far away from her hometown of salem to open up a Potion shop in a new town. After many years of success she began longing to see how her fellow friends had been doing since she last saw them. Then one day she Received an anonymous letter. The letter Read. “I know it has been many years since we have talked but i believe with your powers we can finally take our revenge,Meet me Back in Salem behind your Old home 3 Days from now at Midnight I have a proposition for you” Puzzled but intrigued she closed down her shop and made way back to her hometown to find an answer. Once she arrived she waited in a local tavern for midnight to strike. 5 minutes before she traveled to her old house to see Familiar faces. Her 5 friends who had grown up bullied for liking magic. They welcomed her and told her of their plans. So we all know the plan right? We buy houses and kill everyone who tormented us so many years ago. The Girl was hesitant but accepted the offer for revenge and bought herself a house in Salem. She couldn't reject an offer to be with her friends once again and she finally got to get her revenge.
(Credit to Sepharos)
As a young girl, the Potion Master was enthralled by the natural world and all it had to offer. Studying under her mother, a witch, she learned the ancient art of alchemy, brewing her very own potions by her twelfth birthday. Two years later, her mother was accused of witchery, and was subsequently burned at the stake. As she watched from afar, her face streaked with tears, she swore vengeance on the townspeople of Salem, and began mastering her innate talents, delving into spellbook after spellbook, allowing the ocean of knowledge they provided to consume her. She soon reached the age of seventeen, upon which her aunt, the Coven Leader, initiated her into the Coven, a band of sisters with one goal: the survival of all witches in Salem. The Potion Master, upon being received into the Coven, smiled. She knew that she had found her purpose. The citizens of Salem would know not only her suffering, but they would become victims to a painful death, just as her mother had been.
(Credit to kittyveli)
The Potion Master was once a bright and clever alchemist that could contain powerful potions that could do anything he desired. However, his brilliant alchemy was always met with nothing but suspicions of witchcraft and alienation. How dare they, accusing her brilliance of witchcraft! They were all just jealous of her. So of course, when the Coven approached her to join their group, She eagerly accepted it. If the town wanted her to be a witch, she would be one, and she would be one witch they will learn to fear for all of eternity...
(Credit to adabra)
An Amnesiac was found dead in his house,with an bottle "To kill" written on it laying next to his bed.Next day,an Sheriff found out who the Mafioso was,He was lynched.In Mafioso's house,a bottle laying in the middle of his room had "To reveal the role" written on it.Following night,there was a Serial Killer outside of Hex Master's house,Hex Master didn't die however,as a person hiding under the table used "To heal" potion on Hex Master.It was all done by Potion Master.Amnesiac was her crush who coldly denied her feelings,saying he would "Rather die" than go out with her.Mafioso was a person who betrayed her mother,revealing that her mother was a Witch.Hex Master was the only friend of Potion Master,who invited her into the Coven to help them get rid of those pesky townies.Potion Master,since then,had a motto:"Think before you say"
(Credit to MrsMuffinLove)
The town had gone completely insane. Ever since the existence of witches was proven, the town was on a lynching spree, killing everyone they so much as suspected of dealing in magic. Most witches went in hiding, but some fought back. One such witch wanted a team of witches...a Coven. And she knew where to start. Five years ago, a young girl-probably about 15 or 16-was banished to the woods on suspicion for brewing "evil" potions. So her recruitment would start in the woods. She found the girl's hut without much difficulty thanks to her spells, so she knocked on the door, and the younger girl gladly invited her in for tea. It must be lonely living there all those years. The witch explained to the girl what was currently happening in Salem. The injustice, the paranoia, and the fear witches were enduring. Then, she offered for her to join the Coven in exchange for being snuck back into the town with a disguise. The girl smiled when she heard the offer. "I had my doubts about you when you first entered...but the reveal potion you just drank," she said, motioning to the tea, "told me I can trust you." She stood up. "Come on, help me gather my ingredients and my recipes. We can take this town down once and for all."
(Credit to MCRBroDJ)
Neutral role stories
Guardian Angel stories
All you ever wanted in life was to help others. You saw the misery and chaos of everyday life, and you wanted to be the one who fixes it all. You, however, were a mere farmhand. Every penny you earned went to maintaining your right to live on your employer's property. You were not a slave, but it certainly felt like it. Over time, your dream diminished. Maybe not the whole world could be saved, but perhaps you could help your colony. Maybe you can't help the whole colony, but perhaps a single town is within feasibility. Maybe that is also too much....
"One man," you prayed to the sky, not knowing if anyone could hear. "I wish to save one man from misery. From torment. From suffering. Any man you choose. Grant me the strength to do this and I shall never ask for anything again."
Nothing happened. Your dream diminished again. Perhaps you should only help yourself. As you began to return to your work, you heard a message within your mind. It was clearer than anything you had ever heard before. The name of a colony. The name of a town. And finally...
The name of a person.
(Credit to FrankWest21)
The Sheriff paused suddenly, feeling a warm hand on his shoulder. Turning around quickly, he expected to see the dreaded Serial Killer at his back, with a crooked smile and a raised knife. Yet all he heard was the whoosh of the wind and the silent hooting of an owl. The Sheriff sighed. He must be going paranoid with all the killings in the town. Clutching his will that had all his info written down, he opened the door to his house, and collapsed on his bed, desperate for rest.
Yet he did not hear the creaking of his door as the Serial Killer stepped in moments later, brandishing a silver knife. He didn’t even have the time to scream before the Serial Killer dug his weapon into his chest. But as the Sheriff faded away, he saw a woman with a halo of light, pressing her hands to his chest, relieving the pain. It was not the Doctor, for the Sheriff felt as if the touch was magical. Strangely enough, the world was coming back to focus instead of blurring away into oblivion. The Sheriff rubbed his chest, realizing that his wound had disappeared entirely. Shaking his head in confusion, he returned to his bed, thinking that it was all a strange dream.
But before he fell into a deep sleep, he felt as if there were warm feathery wings wrapped around him, shielding him from the dangers in the Town.
The Guardian Angel, convinced that the Sheriff would be safe tonight, flew away into the distance. For years she had been watching over him, knowing that living in such a dangerous town would mean he would need some help from his divine protector, even if it meant she would have to take a few dangerous risks. “As long as I breathe, my charge will be protected.” she vowed.
(Credit to AzuraSilverflame)
In life, the Guardian Angel was a Serial Killer, cold and unfeeling. She had never thought twice about her actions, murdering everyone she could find. That all changed the day the Sheriff found her. He had run into town, waving his arms, shouting that she was the Serial Killer, and though she tried to defend herself, town saw straight through it, and was lynched.
In death, she found the souls of everyone she killed, all pained and suffering, just like she had left them. When she watched over the town meeting in the day, their wails invaded her ears. When she seanced the Medium at night, their shrieks of pain echoed in her head, like the howls of the Werewolf.
Finally, she could take it no longer. She didn’t want the pain to keep happening to everyone she met. She couldn’t take back her actions, but she could try to make up for them. Through the Medium, she pleaded with the Retributionist to give her one more chance, this time to protect from death, rather than create it. Hesitant at first, the Retributionist finally allowed it, and from the ashes of a Serial Killer, the Guardian Angel was born.
(Credit to Derpyspaghetti)
This man has always had an obsession with a specific person, intending to protect them to the end. His reasons for doing so are never known. Was this person an ex-lover of his, that he still intends to continue by protecting him relentlessly? Or is it simply his best friend that he swore to protect to the end of their days? Whatever it is, he intends to take his job seriously, sometimes secretly visiting his target to heal him from danger and convincing the members of the town that he is innocent and not worth lynching in the day. Whatever he does, he will defend the person he swore to protect, even if it cost him his life...
(Credit to adabra)
He was a victim of circumstances, being born a freak.
He was born with a set of heavenly wings, everyone thought that he was a fallen angel and that he would be used against the Town by the Coven. His family abandoned him in the woods out of fear. He was alone, crying from his solitude.
But then, he wasn't. A hooded young woman found him in the woods and brought him to her Cabin in the woods. This Woman treated him like family and told him he could be anything he wanted.
But just like his real family, the Town was back to take her away too. The Vigilante broke down the door in the middle of the night. The seven-year-old Micheal woke up instantly and peered over to his guardian that was holding the door shut. Fear was in her eyes. She had been accused of Witchcraft the day before, and his presence would only make them suspect them more.
"Son, please, get out of here!" she shouted as the intruder began to break down the door, and she tried to keep the door shut. He looked at the window and considered escape for only a moment, but his eyes were empty. He wasn't going to abandon her. He isn't like the Town. He walked towards his mother. His guardian lost her strength and reached out to her son before the door broke open, and the Vigilante took aim at her and fired. The gunshot could be heard for miles.
The Woman who cowered in fear looked at the Vigilante and saw the dreadful truth. He was in front of her, with a gunshot through his stomach. He had flown in front of her to stop the bullet. The Vigilante stepped back in shock and fled. Tearing up, she cradled him in her arms. The angel simply looked up and smiled. He wasn't like the Town. He closed his eyes, as his mother cried into his body from the anguish.
The Woman looked once again at her son's face and saw him smiling at her. He wasn't like the Town. He wouldn't abandon the only one who cared about him. He was an angel, and he swore to never abandon anyone. They were family. The wound was gone.
(Credit to DumbStorm)
A innocent bystand in the Town of killers, criminals and witches. She never wanted to be involved in any of this violence. World peace was her goals and The Lord was her hope. The Religious woman began researching white magic to help purge the town of absolute violence and hostility to no luck she was never able to revive those that were lost becoming lost. She began having faith in who she believed neighborhood's Doctor, who was capable of preventing the death of the Town's Investigator. Each day she watched over the Doctor in admiration for her likeness of preventing death and crime. One night she witness a strange figure holding a loaded revolver step into the Doctor's house her blood rushed, as she ran into the house the Doctor was laid across the floor with gunshot holes bleeding to death. She started become feel distressed, in due time she valued the misery of the Doctor and her blessings of White magic began to at last work she healed the doctor to full recovery and purified her of all guilt and sickness before. The next day all the town became welcomed to a different Doctor.. she was convincing enough no-one accused her actions of the previous night. The gifted woman believing she was blessed through the sheer will of the Doctor. The Witch continued to live on and corrupt the town through the angelic woman but she didn't know that as she was the chosen one. Chosen by the Guardian Angel.
(Credit to ReturnToSinder)
A bodyguard's dad passed away last night.There was a bottle of poison found in the trash.Killed by poisoner or suicide? Cause didn't matter to bodyguard,nor anything else pretty much,he was broken without his dad.During night,all those memories flew past his mind.His dad teaching him basics of protecting someone,to avoid death,to be a man...He layed sad in the bed,not knowing there is a serial killer under it.As serial killer swung his knife at bodyguard,a sudden flash of light stopped him.Scared,the serial killer ran away.Bodyguard looked up in shock,to find angel of his dad,watching him from the night sky."I'm not letting anything happen to you",said his dad."For i'm your guardian angel..."
(Credit to MrsMuffinLove)
A young girl had always had a grudge against this one kid, The Crusader, because he was famous for guarding the citizens of Salem against evil. The girl, on the other hand, seemed to have a strange passion for lynching people and people thought she was weird. One night, several years later, a Coven Leader had plans to visit the girl's house, control her father, the Executioner, into the Medusa. But the Crusader was around the corner. The Crusader popped out of a nearby bush, shooting the Coven Leader three times in the chest. The girl thanked the Crusader that night and became friends with the Crusader. The girl gave up her passion of lynching and wanted to protect others the way the Crusader did except that she only wanted to protect one person as she felt the other town still disgraced her. She then became known as the Guardian Angel.
(Credit to Ryguy26)
This world was one of sin. He had known as soon as he had touched down, the last stop on his eternal journey. He was shocked at the brutal massacres and heartless hangings that occurred daily, his heart heavy with grief at the unnecessary suffering he witnessed. But there was an innocent among these killers.
Their smile was as bright as any halo, enveloping the people around them in an ethereal glow. He swore, at that moment, to protect this person from any danger or threat, his word becoming his vow. Day and night he slaved and endlessly to keep suspicion off his charge, knowing that he would do whatever it took to keep his target alive. Even death could not break his promise. Those supernatural powers extended from beyond the grave, his life's mission being the only reason for him to exist.
(Credit to unsociable)
There is a strict hierarchy in Heavens. Every angel has his angelic supervisors and his duties. This angel was bring into existence by the Creator not long ago. He was very sad because he failed to protect the people he was assigned to - all of them died young because of various means. His supervisors, seeing his grief, decided to help him. They said "We're giving you a special opportunity. You will live among the people. Except for your normal abilities you will also obtain a mortal body so you can better intervene among the living. The Highest One selected one person. Your job is to protect that person as their time is running out soon." The angel asked "What if I fail and the person dies?" and their answered "Then at least do your best to stay alive - do not waste the gift of life given to you until you obtain a new task". The angel then descended to the Earth and swore to fulfill his duties this time.
(Credit to LordBlaze500)
The Guardian Angel has always cherished their target. From the moment they set foot on earth, they knew their entire existence was dedicated to this one person. When they fell, the Guardian would help them back onto their feet. Even if they weren't physically there, the Angel would always try and do what's best for their charge.
Tonight was no different. Dread slithered it's way into the Guardian's home, wrapping it's self around them, squeezing them in an unbreakable grasp. They forced themselves off of their reading chair and went to their charge's home, gazing at it as it was bathed in moonlight. Their very own charge was there, sleeping beyond the walls! The Angel felt their heart flutter at the thought of them. They knew they must be guarded.
The Angel began chanting the words of old, and their eyes began to glow a soft white. For a second, they could feel their wings once again, fluttering behind them and shifting in the wind. They collapsed onto the ground, their spell of protection finally complete, and their eyes glowing no more. It was so, unbearably draining to protect them, but the Angel knew that they must, for their target was everything to them.
The Angel gathered themselves and walked back to their lonely abode, the tree's that surrounded their home casting sinister shadows on their home. They opened the door to their home, and was met with a tangle of snakes and purple eyes. They felt their legs losing all feeling as they struggled to enter.
They decided that on this night, they would die with dignity. They struggled towards the Medusa, who just kept staring back with unblinking eyes. They stretched out a hand and cupped the Medusa's face, and whispered softly, "I know you do not do this out of malice.Just know, that when we meet again, it shall be in Heaven, and all we be forgiven." At that moment, their heart was turned to stone, and the life left their eyes. The people of Salem have a legend, that when an angel dies, their soul burns bright as it ascends once again. On that fateful night, it was like the sun had risen at 3 am.
(Credit to ninjacat242)
The moon was slowly rising above the horizon as an obsessed Lookout gazed upon his target’s house once more, from the safety of his hiding place. He sat there with binoculars ready, eagerly awaiting the departure of a particular villager; the same villager that had correctly revealed the identity of the fearsome serial killer, responsible for the brutal murder of his neighbors. “At last!” he breathed, glimpsing the back door of his target’s house move ajar and he slowly watched a shadow creep through the night, sneaking into a suspected arsonist’s house. The lookout sat back and the days of his pure obsession with them took its toll. Sanity lost, he whispered manically “He’s going to find out the truth about everyone and save us all! This investigator well be the mafia’s demise for sure!”. But his celebration was interrupted by another thought that crossed his mind “…unless, the mafia kill him!” In a frantic panic, the insane lookout vowed to protect his savior by any means necessary. “He will not die while I’m here watching over him! Nothing will stop his safety, not even death!” It was in this moment that his life changed forever and the former lookout became the Guardian Angel. Little did he realise that the identity of this particular person did not belong to the Investigator, but instead the mafia’s cunning Consigliere.
(Credit to 9thCloud)
The little girl was huddled under the bedsheets, trying to stay still but quivering in fear. She could hear the splintering of wood and the smashing of the pots that were supposed to be all lined up on the shelf, so her mother could find each one easily. She knew the carefully written labels would still be intact, but the herbs and spices in them would be scattered all over the floor. The howl of the raging Werewolf terrified her and she clamped her hands over her ears, hoping they would somehow block it out, but they didn’t. Scratching the floorboards with his sharp claws he appeared at the doorway of her little room and stalked closer, emitting a low, menacing growl from deep within. Raising his paws to attack, the girl closed her eyes and froze, unable to produce a single last thought. This was it… But instead of the ear-splitting howl she expected she heard a calm, lilting voice that lifted her fears. She opened her eyes and immediately narrowed them because of the brilliant golden light that illuminated the figure in front of her. Wings with soft, snowy feathers gently sheltered her as she was lifted from the room, away from the enraged monster. Slowly, she fell asleep into sweet oblivion, safe from harm, until the break of dawn. She knew that she had to offer something in return for her spared life. Now, the girl has become an angel to the Town, watching over her chosen one. Never again did she require the assistance of her own protector that saved her from her doom, but she knows her Guardian Angel is always with her.
(Credit to Daizy)
She didn't know what fascinated them about this man. Maybe it was love, or something else. Nevertheless, she felt compelled to help them. Protect them. Stay with them, whatever they may be like. That night, she crept to their home, and saw that the door was slightly ajar. Something seemed deeply wrong about this, and she pushed the door open to a grisly scene. There was blood. So much blood. A bullet was embedded into the man's chest, and he was bleeding out. There was no room for panic, she had to help! Thank the heavens she'd studied medicine, otherwise she couldn't do a thing. Within a few minutes she had extracted the bullet and stopped the blood. Tucking him into his bed, she left with a smile, knowing that she'd helped her beloved, even if he didn't know who she was. She'd put a small note on his bedside table, just to tell him that she'd helped him. In the morning, the man exited his home. A flash of disbelief crossed a few faces, but that was quickly replaced with neutral expressions. He held up teh note, proclaiming that he had been saved by 'a guardian angel.' The woman smiled. Yes... A Guardian Angel. That's what she was...
A few nights later, there was a horrible scene. He was dead. Her love was dead. It filled the guardian angel with such sorrow and pain, she felt she could never go on... But she had to live. She had to. For him. She would live for him, keeping his memory alive in her heart. After all, he would never truly die if she remembered him.
(Credit to Sunflower03)
"When you were only a child,your family got taken away from you by the serial killer.You were left alone with no-one to care for or love you.You walked through the streets of salem scavenging for food.One day while scavenging you met the lookout,who watched over you every night ensuring your safety.This went on for some time.While you were sleeping one night,the lookout got mauled by the werewolf.You were heartbroken.On that same night,you vowed to take care of anyone who you valued.Now you have become a motherly figure sworn to protect.So you adopted the name of 'Gaurdian Angel' being a caretaker to any who come under your wings.Who knows...maybe the next person who you protect even get's rid of the serial killer or werewolf who took your loved ones...maybe it is them."
(Credit to KombatMaster374)
An angel got a message that she was to have a meeting with her boss.
Her boss, a man who stood in a light so radiant that no one could see his face, handed the angel an envelope. “I have a new job for you. There is a little town on Earth that is in turmoil. The people are killing each other for being allied with the wrong faction.”
“How terrible!” the angel cried, “what can I do to help them?”
“You will go to Earth” her boss said, “there is a man there named Samuel Parris, his information is in that envelope. Your job is to keep him alive at all costs, for reasons that are my own. Go now.”
The angel, peeking in the envelope, felt herself disappearing. “Is he innocent?” she asked her boss.
Just as the angel vanished from her realm, she heard him say, “None of them are.”
(Credit to catchycc)
Some are good, and some are evil. That is the way of all things. This is especially true in humanity. What most do not know is that Angels also reflect this. At least, that is not how they see it. When some are at their weakest, when they are destined to die, sometimes a miracle can happen. These miracles are the Guardian Angels-Angels that have decided that humanity is heading down a dark path, and that their course must be corrected. They watch over humanity, and bring defense those in need. A beacon of hope in the darkness of despair, a helping hand when all others turn their back, the only ones who dare to defy fate itself. These Guardians of humanity are not without their own flaws, however. They believe that no soul is beyond saving, and sometimes even a murderer should never be brought to his knees. These heavenly beings believe that, were they to not save all those who are in need of saving, they would be no better than the evildoers that plague humanity. Many have felt their divine touch, even if they choose to deny it. From Kings and Queens to Doctors and Vampires, these Angels choose to protect. If an Angel ever fails this duty, if they allow death to take those who are deemed unready, they will be exiled. If they cannot save those in need, they do not deserve to wield any power over others. When an Angel falls this way, they are stripped of everything. Their world is turned upside down. Most begin to cling to their own lives with such determination to survive that they may forsake their own morals if it means they will not have to embrace the cold touch of death. These are the Guardian Angels. They claim to be beyond such concepts as good and evil, but even they cannot escape the flaws that plague us all.
(Credit to HereThereEverywhere)
An innocent teenage girl was strolling down a dark alleyway, carrying a loaded gun in her hands, hoping for no surprises. The gun she was holding was meant for her brother, a vigilante who couldn't shoot the first night because his gun didn't come in time. The girl remembered the promise she made, that she'd make sure he'd survive to see the town win. All of a sudden, cold hands seized the girl.
"H-Hey! Let me go!"
A cold voice spoke.
"She is too innocent for us to convert. We will have to kill her."
"I said, let me go!" The girl struggled helplessly, but the vampire was too strong.
"Kill her."
And just as those words were said, sharp fangs bit into her neck, and soon, all her blood was sucked out. The two vampires were satisfied, until the second-youngest came running.
"CODE V. CODE V. HELP ME OUT HERE!"
The vampires knew what the code was, but it was too late. The former retributionist was staked by the vampire hunter, but before she did, she dropped her magic charm on the girl's corpse, in an attempt to run faster. Unknown to everyone, the magic charm still retained it's old magic. And it was transforming her into something new. Something grander. Something... that kept their promises. Their promise to make sure their brother lived.
(Credit to Shad0wingNight)
Juggernaut stories
There was a young boy who was always an outcast wherever he went. He was twice the Size of everyone else his age and was incredibly strong but he never thought anything of it. He just wanted to be Like everyone else. One day he was at home playing when he heard his mother was lynched for a conspiring against the town.Angered by this the Boy began training himself to the point that he could kill someone just by his immense strength alone. Hesitant at first he waited a day before his first kill.Then came the night that changed everything.After Killing the Sheriff who accused his Mother of Conspiracy he began to feel his Rage spilling out.He went on a killing spree killing the first person he would see at night. His bloodlust and power would grow with each kill eventually he became unstoppable. He was so fast that even the bodyguards couldn't shoot him in time. He truly was an unstoppable force.
(Credit to Sepharos)
The young man who lived in the forest at the edge of Salem stood in the background as the town discussed the events of the previous night. The Vigilante, going with his instincts, accused him of being the culprit due to his excessive solitude. Denying any involvement, and as the Vigilante had no proof, the man was left to his devices. However, he did not understand why the Vigilante had accused him, and hence visited his residence to have a conversation. The Vigilante, overreacting, drew his gun and attempted to shoot the man, but he wrestled the gun off him and turned it on his attacker. The Vigilante now lay dead on the floor of his own house, and the man could not believe what he had done. Taking the gun with him, he ran back to his house and attempted to clean the blood off his hands, but it would not disappear. A part of him had been awoken, and he felt a new urge... the urge to kill. The following night, he knocked on the Survivor's door. The Survivor had not been expecting visitors, and was shocked to find a bullet in his chest within the following moments. The man then searched the house, and finding a bulletproof jacket, decided to improve his arsenal. Nerves within the town were running high. There was a Werewolf on the loose, and a new type of mass murderer they were calling the Juggernaut that seemed to kill mercilessly. All of the town's witnesses were being silenced, and hence, the Juggernaut set his sights higher. That night, he visited the Werewolf. Being a Full Moon, he should have been afraid, but he trusted his instincts. Following the Werewolf to the house where he had killed three people, the Juggernaut added a fourth, and in doing so, felt a desire for further bloodshed. With the Juggernaut proving more dangerous than the Werewolf, the town was forced into an error of judgement, lynching the Medium. Knowing that the murderer must be the young man in the quiet cottage, the town came for him that night, and walked into a bloodbath. Now unstoppable, the Juggernaut was afraid of no-one; with all of Salem dead, finally, he could truly enjoy a quiet lifestyle.
(Credit to VioletNightingale)
He was rare. Of course he would be. His type didn't show up very often. That was what everyone told him from a young age. He did sports, he had friends, but he never felt fulfilled in his life. It always felt just a little bit like the autopilot was on. But, after he'd moved into a small town named Salem, he found out what filled that hole in his life. It was a full moon. He didn't know why, but the moon invigorated him. It gave him a strength he'd never felt before. But also an undeniable anger. He crashed into the house of someone - who it was, he didn't know. The poor Lookout barely had a chance to defend themselves before they were nothing more than a lifeless body on the doorstep. The Juggernaut felt the power stay and he knew it was his time to attack. The Juggernaut hid any knowledge of the accident. No one paid him much mind. They would soon.
Every night for four nights, the Juggernaut would break into a house, and attack the person inside. It was thrilling - the adrenaline, the hype, he had not felt anything like this since he was a small child. And he knew - Oh, he knew he was getting stronger with each and every kill. He even felt like he had enough strength to fight off a bodyguard. Maybe he should test that theory?
The next day, the Juggernaut was lynched. He'd become careless, and the town noticed his sudden shift in personality. They became suspicious and, with the careful eye of the Investigator, managed to discover that it was him causing the deaths.
(Credit to CocoBunny313)
The Juggernaut was a quiet, docile man ages ago, the punching bag of the town. The vigilante would never train him in weapons, the Investigator, Sheriff, Spy, Lookout, and Tracker would never have him learn their secrets. Not even defenders wanted his help. A petition with the mafia fell short, as he did not have any skills which they didn't already have. So he was shunned into obscurity, disappearing from the town as the mysteries amounted and killers reigned.
Then one night, during a full moon, a Crusader is found dead on his home. By the timing, everyone suspects a werewolf, as others had been mauled, but someone points out that this was done by mere fists and kicks, not fangs and claws, and the search is on. The next night, a Consort is found in worse shape than the Crusader. Everyone is worried now. The mafia and the town band together to find this mystery killer. The Mafioso bursts into the Juggernauts home, gun blazing. That's exactly what the juggernaut had been training for, however, and his pecs were stronger than steel, stunning the Mafioso before the Juggernaut puts him out of his misery.
The town is beyond worried, one man has merely punched and kicked his way into beating people to death, they go to their houses, unsure of their fates. The next morning, 6 people lie dead, each one beaten not by weapon, but by pure man. The Juggernaut has reached his peak. He will not be stopped. He will have his revenge.
(Credit to jelloman1)
Few are able to read of the Serial Killer's tales without grimacing or worse. However, one kid was able to not only hear of the tales without a worry, but be inspired by them. The ways of murder, them never being found, their facades all intrigued the Juggernaut. Their hopes and dreams were fueled by these stories, and they kept them with themselves throughout their whole life. The Juggernaut said to themselves "One day, when I grow up, I want to be like the Serial Killer, but better!" Their mother often tried to find counseling for them, but every request she gave was turned down.
The Juggernaut who had been told otherwise was slightly reluctant to begin their work, but reminiscing on the countless accounts they read as a child kept themselves to it. The councilors who turned down the child now sit in their homes, shivering, hoping their new adversary wouldn't take them out for their refusal.
(Credit to GlassGuy2)
It started off when he was a young boy. He found joy in ripping off the legs of little insects. Then it was hunting squirrels and rabbits. Normally it would be normal, but his weapons of choice were his own hands. That wasn’t enough for him, So he began to sneak onto farms and kills the farm animals in the most brutal ways possible. He had a sixth finger on his right hand that gave something for everyone to laugh about and make fun of, which would probably explain why he decided to take out his anger on poor defenseless animals. He ran away from his home and grew up in the wild alone, hunting animals for food and eating them before he got a chance to cook them. He decided to buy a sword so his hunting would be easier, so he went to a blacksmith and ordered a sword to be made for him. He came back the next day and instead of paying the blacksmith the full price, he only paid him 1/10 of the price. The blacksmith turned the man’s offer down which infuriated him. He grabbed the sword from the blacksmith and slashed him through the heart! The man never felt guilty for killing him, but his sickness only got worse. He enjoyed every moment of it. The disease spread throughout his body, blackening his heart against humanity. They were a cruel group of people, making fun of him and laughing at him. They didn’t deserve to live. The next night he killed a woman, his craving for blood only getting worse. After that, it was the family next door, then a child and his mother along with the man that tried to protect them. There was nothing to do about this sickness, there was no cure. Only time could tell when this reign of terror would end.
(Credit to AwezomePozzum9265)
“The Mafia did it!” he screamed. “No, no, the Town also let this happen. They are also responsible!” And the Coven, those witches! Witches should die too!” the Juggernaut maddened over his friend’s death. Gripping a kitchen knife, his fist reddened and shook.
He had already murdered his neighbor in a fit of rage, but he felt no remorse or regret. “This is justice, I am no Serial Killer, I am doing this for the innocent!” he would repeat, justifying his actions.
With each murder, he felt stronger, with a new profound sense of ultimate power. The Juggernaut became more and more violent. He originally greeted any visitors, but now, he killed any who dared to knock on his door. As he fell into insanity and an insatiable thirst for blood, the Juggernaut murdered all in the house, and all who visited, friend or foe, he couldn't tell the difference. Eventually, his murders were so brutal, not even doctors can heal victims of the Juggernaut, and they would die trying.
Never did he know his friend was secretly the notorious Serial Killer of Salem. But it did not matter, the Juggernaut had just become like the Serial Killer, murdering anybody in his sight. Still, he did not know. As for as the Juggernaut thinks, he is helping Salem, not destroying it.
(Credit to WizardLord160)
Another limp body dangled from the noose, slowly swaying in the evening breeze and watching the town wander home through lifeless eyes. All but one, had any intentions of sleeping that night and that was the ‘Juggernaut’, as he liked to call himself. It was in fact his fourth night without rest, spending every spare moment lifting weights and punching suspended sandbags secretly in his basement. The Juggernaut had plans to be the strongest person in the village and would go to any lengths to ensure he was. Competition had always been his weakness. He spent far too many days in his youth stressing over the games and bets he lost and subsequently made enemies out of the victors. His mind fixated on them and could only see victory in lowering and intimidating the winners in a brawl. Anyone who stood in his path became an arch-nemesis; it was never a good idea to challenge him. Anger flowed through the Juggernaut’s fists with every strike to the sandbag in the basement, thinking about all the townsfolk who dared to confront him that day. While he slowly decimated the eighth bag that night, his thoughts were interrupted by the echo of footsteps from above. “This should make good practice” the Juggernaut thought to himself as he made his way upstairs to greet his visitor with a barrage of flying fists. In seconds, the bloodied and bruised intruder hit the floor lying ominously still, blood oozing out of the crack in their head. It is never a good idea to challenge him.
(Credit to 9thCloud)
A long time ago, before the Coven had arrived, there was a townie whom no one knew of or recognised. He didn't know what his purpose was nor why he was in that town to begin with. No one even knew he existed, yet he had been there for as long as he could remember. A terrible accident occurred one day when he fell down a flight of stairs and had a severe concussion. The Doctor bandaged his head up, while explaining that his memories would never return. This caused the man to grow quite depressed; constantly questioning his existence and who he was. He tried to remember, but never could. He was driven to insanity, locking himself up in his basement for several years.
Before losing all hope, he discovered a magical energy lying dormant inside of him. With the Coven's arrival, the magical energy became activated. It transformed him into a large beast with incredible, destructive power. He became the Juggernaut, an unstoppable, rampant force hellbent on causing destruction. At last, he realised his purpose. He would kill as many as he could in that town, while they attempted to figure out who or what was behind the assaults.
However, that wasn't all. After his first kill, he felt the energy inside of him grow stronger. He transformed again into a larger, more powerful beast. Every time he killed someone, he'd become an even higher threat to both Town and Coven alike. The Juggernaut's capacity for destruction could not be matched by any other opposing faction. Houses were obliterated, while townies and evils were crushed by his extraordinary strength. Perhaps this was finally the end for the Town of Salem.
(Credit to MrSpirare)
"It all started when they deemed him a threat. Despite him countinuously showing the will to use his powers for good, the townspeople were still scarred by the recent attacks of the Coven, and were willing to take no risks. Soon enough, an angry mob blinded by ignorance and fear wanted his head. He had barely managed to get out alive, but the struggle he was put up to made him weak and fragile. He swore to get revenge.
It first happened during the next full moon night. In the morning, the townsfolk felt dread wash over them as they saw a dead body of the first soul to fall victim to the Juggernaut. He, on the other hand, was filled with a sadistic sense of joy. This was only the beginning.
The initial murder made him stronger, and capable enough to head out the second night. Just as before, seeing the result of his nightly actions made people panic. He grinned when he saw their despair-filled faces. The sight of those who despised him suffering only made him more powerful. The following day, he slaughtered two more individuals: both the town's old Sheriff, and the Mafioso who was heading out to kill him. At this point, the town lost it. Terror-struck, everyone was begging the Doctors and Bodyguards for protection.
But it was too late. There was nothing the town could do now in order to stop him. He has just reached his prime, and he was determined to bring Salem to its knees."
(Credit to Liv5320)
The Juggernaut was just an ordinary Survivor once, trying to scrape a living together. One day, he was collecting water when he heard a shuffling in the alley. He went to investigate. In that alley was the Witch, ever scheming to take down the town.
"I will create a powerful potion, one that will make me stronger with every man I kill!" The potion was ready. The innocent survivor had no Idea what to do. Reacting on instinct, he pushed down the witch and spilled the cauldron. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! YOU FOOL!!!!" She screamed, but there was nothing she could do. The potion was gone, but not before it touched the survivor. The potion had entered his bloodstream, and was coursing through his veins. The witch said, "YOU have cursed yourself! A side effect of this potion...all those you love will not remember you until the curse is broken...which can only be done by killing everyone in this town! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Then, with a poof, she was gone.
Thinking nothing of it, he went home, only to find his wife asking him if he was lost. The investigator was clueless. Even the mafia rejected him. So, from then on, he made it his mission to break the curse...no matter what.
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In a world of magic, monsters, and murderers, one man is determined to become the strongest there is. Maybe if he can become strong, he thinks to himself time and time again, he wont have to lose anyone else. They came when he was only a kid. His father owed the Mafia a large sum of money, and he couldn't pay the debt. So they came. At the time, the boy didn't understand what was happening. He tried to stop them from killing his father, he tried to stop them from taking his mother, but all he could do was sit and watch. The shrieks of his baby sister still haunt him to this day. He never liked being alone, but nobody wanted to be near him. They thought he was weird before, but now he was a bad omen. The Mafia gave him twenty years to get the money his family owed, everyone knew that. They were all afraid of the Mafia. They knew that boy could never earn the money on his own. As he grew up, he made up his mind. He would become strong. He would kill the Mafia-no, he would kill them all. The Sheriff who never helped him find his mother and sister. The Investigator who told him off. The Mayor who sent him to the orphanage time after time, never letting him go free. The Townies that looked at him and saw nothing but a child, in over his head and destined to die at the hands of those who they all feared. Those people were all weak. Cowards who hid behind titles of authority. Fools who claimed to have strength in numbers. He would kill them and prove that he was the strongest there is. They had forsaken him to a fate that he could not control. He would kill them, and then he would find his family. They would be safe with him around. Then and only then the Juggernaut could forgive himself for being so weak when he needed strength the most.
(Credit to HereThereEverywhere)
The dirty, dusty, disheveled, young boy spent all his days at the gym. He didn't care if he was the only one not older then 20 there. He didn't care if everyone stared at him like he had two heads. He was too dumb to go to the library, too tall to go to the play with the other children, and he couldn't go home, because his father would beat him because he "smelled funny." His mother was long gone. Working for the mafia was a death wish in this town. Unfortunately, his father didn't seem to understand that. He had friends, sure, but they all grew apart. One joined the mafia as the mafioso, one's excessive stress caused the fires he lit to keep him calm burn down entire buildings, and another went all religious for some apocalyptic god or something like that. The only thing that was certain in his life was his strength. And that was all he needed to know. Years later, his thoughts on life wouldn't change. One night, he was leaving the gym. It had been a long day. He was returning home. When all of a sudden, a serial killer jumped out at him, a knife in his hand. For a second, he had been scared. But in the blink of an eye, he grabbed the lunatic by the neck and broke it with a snap. He didn't give it a second thought. The next day, the sheriff accused the medium of being a member of the mafia. The sheriff was successful in his campaign for getting him lynched. He was wrong. An innocent man died that day. The Juggernaut was angry. He decided that the sheriff was the executioner, and went out to kill him. A single blow to the head was all it took to kill the man. The next day, it was revealed he was actually the sheriff. It had been the framer. By then the Juggernaut was tired of the war over Salem. At the end of the day, no one was going to win, and they were just killing each other over a lost cause. But the Juggernaut was no pacifist. He was going to use the only thing he had. Arsonists have fire. The mafia have guns. The Juggernaut had strength. He paid a visit too the mayor that night. A bodyguard and a lookout wouldn't stop him. The next day, the town looked at the scene in dismay. A dead mayor, bodyguard, and a lookout. The war was almost over. (Credit to KingofHoundooms)
This young man, a 37 year old combat veteran stepped down from his post, he was finally done with the military. He missed his old friend the Veteran because he heard he was lynched, crying when he came home, he saw how much of a mess Salem was, people being lynched due to words, people dying every night, people simply living with it and trying to purge the evil from this god forsaken town. He saw enough, he took it into his own hands to finish this town off, that is when he awoken something inside of him, a lust, a bloodlust, he missed killing in the military and decided to invoke it against everyone he met here. After the next morning, a cosmic force heard him yesterday, and bestowed him his power, saying "I will grant you the power to liberate this town, but you must do something for me, kill, for each kill our power grows". Realizing this, he accepted the new power graciously and wanted to use it, so the next day, the doctor got lynched by an Executioner, enraged, The man decided that he would help Salem for the first time by dispatching this horrible soul, he was found in pieces the next day, and that is when the man felt power surge through him, unending energy to feed his killing spree. Next night, he confidently took out someone random, the survivor was found inside out. Then he felt that familiar surge through him, this time he grew faster, able to dispatch an army on his own. The next night, he remembered during a town meeting that the mayor was going to reveal tomorrow to prove his innocence, he didn't stand a chance. The next morning he felt that beautiful feeling of power, this time was the time he finally felt power, he was unstoppable. But before the town could finish the meeting, Pestilence showed up, ascending his loyal servant to his own personal heaven and saying:\ "I've come to liberate this town". While everyone panicked, the man said "I am the Juggernaut, and there can only be one of us!" His fists lit ablaze in a pure storm of fury, his body shined a radiant purple glow of pure energy, his eyes glowed like he had just unlocked his best self. He ran, jumped, and knowing he was going to die for this, and struck Pestilence. As the ground beneath them trembled, the shockwave from that strike annihilated all of Salem, with his last breaths, he said "I did it" as the god that gave him his power was the one to make him ascend to his own personal heaven
(Credit to Pyrarius)
Pirate stories
The pirate was once a simple Navy man, sailin' on the high seas, lookin to help his country. But then, his ship was overrun by pirates. He was forced to become one. He tried to rebel, but alas, he was strictly punished. Soon, he gave in. He decided to start taking Pirate lessons. Most pirates learned one weapon of their choice, one defense, and about gold. He took the gold lesson first, and decided that he would do anything to get gold. However, it was time to choose. Which weapon would he do, the brutal Cutlass, the refined Rapier, or the sneaky Pistol? He couldn't decide. He decided to train in all three, and he was amazing in it. He could kill anybody through anything. He then went to Defense class. There were three defenses, and this new pirate decided he needed none of it. With his new knowledge, he overthrew the captain, and sailed the ship to his old town to find the hidden booty that was everywhere.
(Credit to DuckGamer)
There was a young boy growing up in Salem, he was always considered the “Poor Kid” he would be bullied at school and what little he had would be stolen from him. He grew up hating the town and everyone in it. One day opportunity came he did not hesitate. There was a Ship that had Docked in the Town to make repairs. By this time the boy had grown up to be a fine young man just starting his life. He was struggling just like he had been growing up and was in need of a good paying job. He was walking by the port when a man from the ship saw him and called him over. The man said “Laddy come’re a minute wont ya?” The boy looking for work walked over to the man. “You look like you've seen better days” How about you Join my Pirate Crew? We could use a fine young man like you! The boy about to reject the offer reached into his pocket to see that he was on his last dollar. “Sure,I can't find a job in this Stinking town anyways.” “Great” said the man climb aboard we were just about to sail off.My name's Captain Blackbeard by the way,What's your name son? Before the boy could answer the Captain was Called away by a member of the crew. The Young boy started off as a deckhand and worked his way up to First mate over the course of many years. One day,Sailing the Ocean blue The Captain called in his first mate that he hired many years ago. “Lad,I'm on my last legs and im afraid i cant go on” “I want you to be the new Captain” “Keep plundering and Pillaging just like i taught ya” Taking his last breath the Captain Closed his eyes never to open them again. After having a Burial at Sea,the new Pirate Captain looked at his Crew and said ‘“I know of a place for us to plunder.” “Its a little town called Salem and its not far from here, it has great riches the likes that you’ve never seen.” Set a Course for Salem, Salem Massachusetts.
(Credit to Sepharos)
Ever since he was young, he only cared about one thing: gold. He would do anything to get gold, even if meant plundering others to get the gold from them. Cackling, he took his Pistol with him, confident that he will get his target this time. As he walked towards his victim, he quickly revealed his pistol and shot him straight in the chest. Unfortunately, his target had came prepared with his chainmail, and the pistol shot was blocked. Cursing at the luck of his target as he ran back to his safe haven, He huffed back home. Maybe next night..
(Credit to adabra)
"The smell of the old sea, the excitement of an adventure", mumbled the pirate, rotting in his old chair while remembering the past. Once he was an great hero of the seven seas,dueling the fearless,but now he is just a old, bored grandpa living to see his children succeed. Long ago he sold his ship for money to live in Salem, and boy he did a mistake. His soul was filled with boredom and guilt, that he needed to revive the "old days".He needed to duel someone... Then he broke. He grabbed his scimitar, rapier and pistol and thought to himself: How much - two, ten, thousand, million? I'm a fearless man! Once i was able to survive a rage of werewolf, an attack of an Juggernaut, and the fire of an Arsonist. Nothing can stop me! He took a deep breath, smiled to the face of death, and stepped on his new adventure,just like the old days.
YAAAAAR!
(Credit to MrSoulMan)
As the sun was rising one early morning, a ship crashed on the shores of Salem. Pirates scattered out to inspect the damage. They had been ambushed at sea because they were sailing in enemy territory. The crew was furious at the captain for choosing such a dangerous route. Instead of making him walk the plank, they gave him the opportunity to fix his mistake. They repaired the ship while he went into town to steal goods. The crew promised to overthrow him if he did not return with enough valuables.
As the sun set, the captain left to plunder his first house. He was immediately blindsided by the vigilante who lived there. Upon hearing the sound of a gun being loaded, he retreated. The next night, he broke into the tracker's home. She was unprepared for combat and thus was no match for him. The captain killed her and stole all her goods. The next morning, the townies pointed out that there was a pirate amongst them and they should be wary. With a more cautious town, the captain was not able to successfully plunder on night three or four.
By day five, the town had lynched all other evildoers and were now on a hunt for the pirate. Fearing for his life, he took the loot and returned to the ship. The crew members were dissatisfied with what he had brought them. He had four nights to plunder and only brought back goods from one house. They declare that he is no longer part of their crew. The pirates set sail into the horizon as the ex-captain stares in sorrow. With nowhere else to go, he returns to the town to live a life of plundering.
(Credit to LRyuzakiL)
“Yer last warnin o’er here matey. You be plunderin 2 people in this town for booty else ye be walkin th’ plank, you scallywag” commanded the pirate captain. The pirate captain felt that this pirate is a lousy one, for he only has a 33% chance of successfully plundering somebody. Hence, he discarded him into the town (of salem) and demanded he get 2 heads worth of loot before he could return. The Pirate ventured to the town, acting like a normal townie. After observing the day’s events he thought to himself “Ahoy! Thar spot be good for getting th’ doubleloons” He grabbed his pistol as he invaded Mary Warren house and challenged her to a forced duel. Flabbergasted, Mary backpedalled, hoping to evade the attack, but to no avail. She was tossed and badly injured as the pirated looted for gold and treasures. “Yo ho ho! Th’ sluggard’s backpedal be nah enough to stop mer shot” The pirate exclaimed excuberantly. The next day, Mary Warren lay in front of the house and the town was alerted to the presence of a wild pirate. Shocked, the town investigated for the pirate, as the pirate joined in amidst the chaos. Soon, the night falls. The pirate grabbed his rapier and headed to the next victim’s house. “Ho ho! Dead man tell no tales” he smiled.
(Credit to Rytus)
“Pirate!” said a voice, to his surprise he was at his grandfathers as a teenager. He had gone back in time he thought to himself. “Pirate where are you?” his grandfather called out. Wait, he thought, this reminds me of something. He thought harder than he realised it was the summer he had to go stay at his grandfathers. He knew what was going to happen and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Oh there you are pirate!” his grandfather said. Unable to process what was going on the pirate stood their speechless. “Um, hi” he said. “I started calling you pirate because you keep stealing my watch!” the old grandpa said. He closed his eyes and wished he would go back to drowning because having to be reliving the memories would bring back old wounds. “We need to get out of here!” he told his grandfather. “Why?” he replied. “Trust me we got to get out of here” he said. He couldn’t explain what was going to happen to his grandfather because he knew it would freak him out, he started running away to the lake to try and escape. Confused his grandfather chased after him. Then out of nowhere a tall officer dressed in fancy clothes jumped out of the bushes and wacked him on the head unconscious. He took him away and put him on a ship and tortured him. He was taught how to be a pirate and learnt different ways to kill and steal. Then in the officers sleep he strangled the officer and took his ship, he never found his grandfather but he knew he would have passed away by now. Then he gasped for breath. He woke up and spat out water, he looked around and saw his crew had dragged him out of the water, he looked at a nearby sign that read “Welcome to Salem”. He grinned at his boys, “were going to have a lot of fun now boys”.
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The pirate’s code was strict, but fair. All members of the crew had signed it and were to live by it; any rules that were broken resulted in severe punishments. Alas, the Pirate had broken the code in stealing his cabin mate’s treasure and hoarding it away in his bunk. The ship’s crew erupted in outrage upon this discovery and the Pirate was stripped of all his treasure and immediately thrown overboard as punishment. That was the last he saw of his crew, but he knew a way to regain their trust. Slowly, he swam towards the shoreline and stumbled across a nearby town undergoing a violent witch hunt. Greatly accustomed to blending into places so to not be hanged for piracy, the Pirate casually snuck into the town and joined the angry mob who were shouting “Guilty!” at the mentally defeated townie. So how was the town going to help him rejoin his crew? Like himself, his crew could be easily swayed with a large repayment of gold and the Pirate had smelled treasure in that village. All he needed to do was some plundering and wasn’t about to let simple peasants stand between him and his crew. The town had no idea what they were in for.
(Credit to 9thCloud)
The red-bearded swashbuckler grew up in poverty, with no possessions in his belonging. He set sail for riches and gold, taking anything he could get his hands on. After travelling many seas, he came across a town called Salem. That's when he spotted the expensive gold rings on the Godfather's hands. The Pirate gathered what he had collected so far on his journeys: his scimitar, rapier and pistol. He'd go to the Mafia's hideout that night and duel for his valuables. He carefully decided which of his weapons to duel with. Hastily wielding his scimitar, he entered the lair and slashed at the Godfather's ribs. Unfortunately for the Pirate, he had been wearing chainmail, which could not be pierced by his short sword. "Blimey!" he sighed in defeat. But it wasn't over yet. Two nights later, the Pirate had returned with his rapier and skewered the Godfather's chainmail with it. The red-beard snickered in victory. He took the gold rings and went off on his way, plundering rich townies for their gold.
(Credit to MrSpirare)
Stocked with weapons, the pirate is a deadly foe. One wrong step is the end of it all. I remember the night clearly when the Bodyguard died. The Pirate burst through the door and swinging his rapier high and slashing it down. The Bodyguard's chainmail was not quite strong enough and was sliced open easily. The body was dumped by the lake, or so the lookout says. The Mafioso, another fiend terrorising our town, was his second victim. He'd attempted to run as soon as he saw the silhouette, but no man is faster than a bullet. And finally, The Pirate's downfall came. The town's Vigilante panicked as The Pirate appeared for his victim. He stepped to the side as the gleaming barrel of the gun rose and the shot echoed from the streets. Through the smoke from the barrel of the gun, The Vigilante saw The Pirate's face turn red. He dropped the gun and pulled out his scimitar and swung wildly. The Vigilante took and step back and, now out of range of the weapon, raised his gun and fired. Some say the pirate died that night. Others say he still plunders and steals 'til this day.
(Credit to TimeToReap)
Throughout his life, the Pirate had seen countless plunders. “You feel achievement, triumph, victory! Every Pirate should plunder at least two people in their life. You must give it a try,” one of his friends told him. However, his friend did not tell him that plundering was not an easy task. The Pirate’s targets sidestepped his rapier and backpedaled when they saw his scimitar.
Once, an experienced man chatted with the Pirate. “You might not feel like an authentic Pirate, but you should buy a pistol. There’s some sleepy folks in this town, and they don’t do anything. They never vote when the time calls for them. It’s like they’re half-dead. That makes them the perfect target for Pirates. Use your pistol and shoot them. They will try to backpedal away, but obviously that won’t save them. I guarantee you will succeed in plundering this way.”
And sure enough, both of his targets backpedaled.
(Credit to ft029)
Some people are never satisfied with their lives. Redhook the Pirate wasn't until he discovered his love for open water. Being a sailor was something he had never dreamed of until he set sail for the first time on a fishing trip. But this was far too boring for him, he wanted an adventurous lifestyle. He couldn't think of what to do with his life until they came. Pirates, eye patches and all. They stole everything they could get their calloused and crusty hands on. One by one, each fisherman was tossed overboard to swim home or drown. At this time, Redhook was still a young lad, so he couldn't fight back or resist. Before they threw him into the ocean he made a bold request. He asked to join them. The Captain decided to let him, for the sake of the story. Redhook was so excited to join that he tossed his fishing rod overboard, but the hook caught him in the arm. The Captain ripped it out and decided to call him Redhook, mocking him for being such a clutz. He realized then that being a Pirate was going to be a lot tougher than he thought. He also realized that the Captain is not fit for parenthood.
(Credit to HereThereEverywhere)
The Leviathan was a beauty of a ship. The most amazing thing on the Seven Seas. Unfortunately for the pirate, his failed mutinous attempts to claim the ship for himself had landed him banished in an unknown land with only a scimitar, a rapier and a pistol. He soon found Salem. A town so full of crime and the supernatural, that a pirate was been the only thing missing. Being a pirate, there was only one thing to do; get enough money to buy a ship out of this place. His studies concluded that the fortunes of two people would be enough. That night, the pirate busted down the doors of the Godfather's mansion. The rest of the mafia dispersed, but the Godfather grabbed and put on some chain mail nearby. The pirate merely smiled, and took out his rapier. "En Garde," he taunted. The next day, the Godfather was found dead, cut up in a pool of blood. The town praised the pirate as a saint and a hero. Their praise was short lived. For the next week, townies were raided, and almost killed by the cutthroat criminal. It was only after the sheriff had gotten a bullet in his brain did they figure out who the pirate was. But by then, he was long gone. His work was over.
(Credit to KingofHoundooms)
Plaguebearer stories
I walked along the streets of the devastated New York City. How could this have happened? Why? Who did it? All of a sudden, a pale man, just like myself, descended from the sky on a white horse. Just seeing him made me feel sick. He looked around, and he spotted me. When he saw, he just laughed. He held up a magical stick, and blasted me with a smash of power. I felt kind of woozy, but strangely, I did not feel sick anymore. I decided to go to a little town to see if there was a local Doctor to help me. And indeed, there was. The Doctor was under suspicion, though. I decided to visit them anyways. They did not see a problem with me. The next day, the doctor would not speak. Strangely, people were getting murdered. The Sheriff and the Investigator cleared off the Doctor as innocent. That is when another man spoke up, claiming to be the Jailor. He asked the Doctor to heal him, and he would interrogate the new arrival. The next day, I was in jail. He asked why I was here. I simply stated that I needed medical attention. The next day, that man said that somebody attacked him, but the doctor healed him. I felt myself grow hungry... Suddenly, every man felt a tad bit sick. But I knew what everybody was not. Nobody was safe, now. Pestilence had risen.
(Credit to DuckGamer)
Rumours about the Pestilence living among the Town could always be heard every time the Discussion phase held, but nobody knew exactly who the Pestilence was, nor even able to confirm their existence. A story told them that once a Plaguebearer finished spreading his disease towards the Town, whether they were a Townie, a Mafia member, a Coven member, or any Neutral, the Plaguebearer would transform. When it happened, Horseman of the Apocalypse, the Pestilence, would be summoned.
Beneath the shadows of night, the Pestilence was an unstoppable force to be deal with. Nothing could stop him, and even when they tried, they would be the one who got exterminated; whether it was a Veteran's paranoia, the Jailor's execution, a Mafia's precise shooting, or even a Werewolf's rampage. Anyone who dared to step near him would died as well, making everyone trembled in their shoes with fear.
However, despite his powerful abilities, there was something that the Pestilence always afraid of... The noose that swung gently on the wooden gallows at the centre of the Town. Even with such powers to spread apocalypse, if the Pestilence died, it was useless.
No matter what happened, the Pestilence would stop at nothing to bring apocalypse into Salem. After all, his title wouldn't be just a mere legend or good old folktale, it would be a name that every lips spoke would remind them of the upcoming apocalypse...
(Credit to playfultrickster101)
A man lies sick in bed, the doctors of yesteryear long since given up on him. He peers out his window in the night to see murderers, madmen and sin roam the streets, entering houses and leaving not long after, most covered in blood or other various bodily fluids. The sights made him sicker. The next day, during the town meeting, he dragged himself out of bed, and with a slight cough, spoke to the town about their foul ilk; the townsfolk mainly muttered under their breath how he was crazy. The new town doctor offered him a new remedy for his cough. That night, the doctor gave his herbs, the man coughed in the doctors face, apologizing.
The doctor waved it off, all in the usual business after all, and packed up to leave. "It will take some time for these to take effect, get some rest and you'll feel a little better in the morning." The mans heart warmed as the doctor left, finally some good has been brought to the world. The next day as the doctor said he felt a little better. He walked out to the town square to meet with the others, a little spring in his step more so than the previous day. The Doctor, Consigliere, Sheriff and Bodyguard were all coughing a little, assuring the others that it was just a tickle in their throats. The mans heart warmed more, he could feel a change in his body and spirit. That night, he went to the escorts house to try to sway her of her actions. Three day had passed since his mind was set to stop this plague of sin, and now all but the Mayor was coughing in the town square and the man was beyond words with emotion. That night, he lay in bed, his chest felt like it was about to burst, as pain overwhelmed his body as his body transformed. His mission was complete, the town was his to rule, Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse had risen as the mayor fell. Nothing could stop him now.
(Credit to jelloman1)
The funding the Doctor had for the hospital was not enough to research and find a cure for the epidemic. He only knew these things about it, that it was highly contagious, but the symptoms were only a bad cough. He can see why the infection concerns no one, but someone purposely is spreading it for a reason. It can't have infected nearly everyone already if it was a natural occurrence.
There was a knock on his door, and he went to answer it. It seemed important, most would book an appointment and go to the hospital, not visit him directly. The door opened to a strange man with a Plaguedoctor mask, a professional with this perhaps? He did ask his Nurse to find some help in a nearby Town. "May I come in?" the Plaguedoctor asked, and the Doctor opened the door wider to signal for him to enter.
The Doctor shut the door behind him, shaking the Plaguedoctor's hands and politely asked him to sit down while he made some Tea for his guest.
"So, you're a Plaguedoctor, I assume?" the Doctor asked as he brought the tea to his guest. The Plaguedoctor looked up towards him. "Yes, an expert in the field of bacterial infections. I know the origins of this Plague," he responded. The Doctor sat down across from him. The Plaguedoctor leaned forward, looking directly at the Doctor. "It's a wrath from the Gods, Pestilence himself has been angered by the strange phenomenon of the witches in this very town." the Doctor looked confused, "But this Plague is harmless, how could it be a wrath from the Gods themselves?" The Doctor asked, skeptical of this claim.
The Plaguedoctor simply stood up and laughed. "You'll understand soon enough." He turned his back on the Doctor and left promptly.
The next night, he had another knock on his door.
As he tried to open the door, an arrow came through his window and into his neck. His body melted away instantly. "Now you know, my good Doctor," he takes off his mask to reveal nothing but a skeleton. "I am Pestilence."
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This curious case was an old doctor from London. The Black plague attacked and he thought he could get away with it. He had his crow mask full of herbs and spices to prevent him from catching the black plague. And it worked, he never actually caught the plague. So, he became a doctor, trying to help people. Unfortunately, most people who he visited never got healed, instead, the fleas carrying the plague jumped from him onto his visits and visitors. Eventually, he realised, His mask wasnt the thing that protected him, he had been chosen. One night, after his 15th visit, he noticed a change in himself, he was no longer human, he was a skeleton and there was a bow leaned on his wardrobe. He didnt want to go out into the world like a skeleton, so he donned his cloak and his mask, hid his skeletal face and his shiny bones, and stepped out. He had become the Pestilence, the very meaning of death, and his job was to kill all the infected.
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"To think those simpletons could do this to me! ME?! Of all people, and after all I've done for them... Those ungrateful...." Said the Doctor of a small village from a faraway place. Drowning in the swamp off the south side of his home, or at least, it used to be his home. "Why couldn't they understand?! What I was doing was going to help Humanity as a whole! Why can't they see anything bigger their stupid day-to-day lives?!" The Doctor screamed into the air as he breathed his last breath. Sunken into the swamp, his body now unable to breath. He will soon perish without intervention. Then, in his rage-induced flailing as he struggle to stay afloat, a voice was heard clearly within him... "So, you wish to get revenge on those that hurt you? Prevented your progress as a man of medicine. Take my offer Doctor, and no one will be able to hurt you ever again..." In the Doctors last moments he didn't have time or oxygen available to answer the strange voice outright, so instead he shouted a thought as loud as his mental capacity would allow - "YES! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!" "As you wish Doctor. I shall use you and your body when the time is right. Go into the village and infect all those that did you wrong, then, when that is complete, I will do the rest... Do not worry yourself with the details, all in due time." Said the strange ominous voice from inside the Doctor's mind... And so the vessel of this strange God soon to be known as The Plague Bearer infects all those whom come in contact with them. With this, the God of Pestilence will reign once again.
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The small boy wook up and went in the kitchen, but his mother was not here, he went in her bedroom, she was lying down in her bed. When she saw her son, she said "You need to be strong. In one week, I will pass away, I was struck by the Plague". The son ran away to the Doctor's house, but the Doctor doesn't even listen to him, he said a Plague kills a person each year, while Mafia and Serial Killer kills every night and he threw out the boy. The boy now wanted revenge. He has cultivated fleas infected by plague for years and years. He acted for Town as a doctor but he was preparing his revenge. When he gets twenty years old, he got the black Horseman power. Now, he spreads plague and is called Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse.
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The coughing began again, this time more intense. The Plaguebearer leaned against the wall, fever making her eyes glazed over. She had asked so many for help. The Doctor… a Potion Master… even the Mafia. All of them turned her away without a word. And now, she would lie here, dead and alone.
Just as she breathed out the last her life had to give, she found her strength returning. She opened her eyes and stared at her skin. It had begun to rot, the pockets the plague had left growing darker and more intense. She stood up, rats swarming around her feet as she glided almost ethereally to the mirror to look at her face.
As she looked into the white eyes reflecting back at her, she understood what had happened. She hadn’t been cursed to die. No… she had been blessed. She would use this blessing to destroy those who refused to help her. Those that thought themselves better. None of them deserved to live, and she would see to it.
She picked up a rat and laughed maniacally as she clutched it in her hand, testing her new powers. The rat squirmed until it burned hot with its own fever and died a horrible agonizing death. It died to Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse.
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She is a young orphan girl, born diseased; that is all that is known about her.
But she knows more.
She watched her father suffer the death of Medusa, and her mother to a mistaken Crusader. She watched her sister die to a pirate, and her brother commit suicide from the guilt of killing a townsperson.
Under her black leather robes, her pointed black mask, and her heavy leather gloves, she is broken, bruised, bleeding and weak, but there is something new, something lethal inside of her. It spreads inside of her as she spreads it through the town.
There is nothing left for her, so she makes a pact: she lets the disease, the suffering, the death inside, allowing it to eat her alive until there is nothing left of the innocent child.
As she gives into the sickness, she feels the transformation, the power. She controls the suffering of others; she is stronger. She is a deity among mortals, consuming all who stand in her way.
And who cares how many she must kill? In the end, Salem will be restored to peace; neither evil nor good will triumph, only the pure revenge of an abandoned, suffering child.
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The Plaguebearer was once a lonely religious acolyte, nothing had gone well for him, and his religion was phasing out little by little. He thought his god, Pestilence, one of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, had forsaken him. But he never lost faith. Even as life got worse and worse. At last, he thought about ending himself, as things could not have been worse: His house was in shambles. His religion had completely died out, and he was terminally ill. He took a knife and took it to his throat... However, instead of crimson red blood pouring out, a yellow, pus colored substance seeped out from his wound. It was at that moment, he realised, he is now Pestilence.
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From the outside, he looked like a normal man. There was nothing strange about him, so the town thought. But he was cursed with the plague and told the only way to end his suffering was to give every man, woman, and child. He couldn’t stand watching this disease spread, but if he did not do as he was told he would live an eternal life on earth with this curse crawling up behind him and biting him in the back. It was torture but he justified it telling himself the faster he spread the plague the faster everything would be over. He was doomed from his childhood and could walk no other path. After a week of living in suffering the disease had spread throughout the lands, which meant that the young Plaguebearer could finally rest in peace. But little did he know that the Pestilence was planning to possess him and take over his body for his own use! There was nothing to be done about it, it was too late to turn back. The Pestilence had taken over his body and the Plaguebearer lost all control over everything. But, he could still talk to the Pestilence. Not with his voice, but with his mind. Every day and every night he begged the Pestilence to free his spirit from this body so he could pass on to the big town in the sky, but the Pestilence rejected him telling him his body would no longer function without a living soul. The curse had been settled and there was nothing left to do about it. This time, there was no turning back.
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No one knows where the old man comes from, or what his purpose in the town is. In fact, no one has ever seen a horse like his, bone white, with white skin and a white mane. For most of the time, the old man sticks to himself, and he rarely engages in town meetings, he doesn't even seem to say hello that often. The old man is a mystery that no one can solve. However, since he sticks to himself, not even the mafia or coven pay him that much attention, for what danger can an old man pose anyway. When night comes, this old man suddenly springs to life, for he visits houses in the dark of night. What he does however, is still a mystery, for when he visits, he doesn't search for any evidence to what someone's job may be. He doesn't try to question or kill, all he does is visit. All he does, is visit. Every day, the town see him, upon his ghostly horse, but no one ever questions as to why he suddenly becomes so social at night. Perhaps he gets lonely at night, they think, and he needs the comfort of another person. Again, the old man becomes an enigma to them. When a couple of the town get ill, no one thinks much of it, no one but the old man, who knows that his time is coming. A few days pass and more and more of the town fall ill to this sickness, and the only person who seems to be fine is the old man. One night, the air becomes foul, with the stench of disease and decay. A sound, inhuman to the ears, is heard, followed by multiple screams. The next day, several horribly decayed bodies are found outside the old man’s house, their features scarred beyond recognising. When the town check upon the old man, neither him nor his horse can be found. The town cannot understand what has happened, but the coven does. They know Pestilence, god of disease, Horseman of the Apocalypse, is upon them.
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He was created in the beginning of the times with only one purpose - to kill and destroy all people for their evil. Watching the people from Heavens was making him more and more angry. All those sins and evil on the Earth finally made him act. He asked God for a permission to kill a part of the humanity as the punishment. He was denied and told "the final times are not near". He couldn't agree with that decision and decided to act on his own. He descended to the Earth but then he realized he lost most of his godly powers and has a pathetic mortal body. He heard a voice stating "You did not obey me. I denied you punishing the humanity. But I decided that you are free to warn my creations about the consequences of sin. If you manage to regain your powers then you can judge the people around you but be aware that you can do this only when a day is finished and the sun has set. If your mortal body is killed then you shall go back to Heaven". He was determined to destroy all evil.
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He drifts through the town silently, like a ghost wandering the places he once went. The town regarded him as an oddball, simply an extra vote to help the town. But he was so much more than that. He silently enters the homes of the townspeople, one by one, and leaving with seemingly no effect. And those that visited his targets, he disregarded. It wasn't long until he ascended into his true form, much more than the oddball, the extra vote.
And after that fateful night, the members of the town began dropping, sometimes alone, sometimes in large groups. Although they first praised it, for it accosted the Medusa, the Hypnotist, the Pirate, it soon spread to the townspeople, and they were constantly accusing each other of being the thing that caused it. Nobody suspected the quiet one, who they assumed now to be the oddball who wants to be lynched.
He had a lover, who loved his mysteriousness, his air of power. But the aura of his strength crushed her body instantly. But unlike all the others, he did not collapse in despair. After all, a Horseman cares not for a lover, for a Horseman feels no love, no pain, no happiness. The last piece of rubble crumbled behind him as he travelled to his next destination of sinners.
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Technology. Something unique to the plaguebearer. It is not a tablet or a gadget of sorts, but instead, the plaguebearer developed a potent nanobug. At night, as the townies prepare to sleep, he prepares his army of nanobugs and infects his unsuspecting prey and repeating it every night. Technology granted it excessive contagiousness, and it takes only days before everyone is infected. “What happens next? Now everyone is under the control of the nanobug, and I have the power to control the will of those infected. Hehehe, I have big plans,” he mumbled to himself wickedly. “I shall drop a letter into everyone’s doorstep, informing them about the presence of a Plaguebearer, no no no, Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse. It sounds cooler.” That struck fear into everyone’s hearts as he desired. After all, the nanobug granted power to control the entire town’s will. In fact, he was controlling whatever the townies were doing at night, who they visit, what they are doing, when they execute their job, everything. That meant that he could control the townies not to kill them. He was literally invincible, or so he thought. In the morning, the Pestilence was talking big, initiating the conversation to his fellow “townies”. Unfortunately, he forgotten that when the townies is exposed to Vitamin D, derived from the sun, they develop a temporary antibody, countering the nanobug. Being alert and themselves, the townies quickly voted against him. I was overconfident he thought, as he defended himself to the best of his abilities.
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The young cultist took a deep breath, holding, in a tight, two-handed grasp, a lantern with a softly glowing green light.
They couldn't mess this up now. They were the only one left. They could not let the Pestilence's gift go to waste.
As one of the insignificant mortals left their home to do who-knows-and-who-cares, the youngling tailed them, the light of the lantern growing ever so slightly. Yes, this would do perfectly. Quickly, they made their way back home, smiling to themself.
The pitiful town was at it again by morning, arguing about deaths or something or other. Ha... They thought they knew death? The youngling barely suppressed a chuckle of genuine amusement. They hadn't seen anything yet...
The days flew by, and slowly, something was stirring deep inside the youngling. A wicked grin spread across their face as they stared into the lantern.
The light flickered out.
And when the morning came, the youngling was no more, for they had embraced their higher calling.
At long last, the great Pestilence has returned. (Credit: Oofouch (talk) 06:48, October 9, 2019 (UTC))
It was done.
The town was now under the whims of the plague. The scene was set for His return. After He had been banished, only nary few knew of His name, His legacy, and His power.
Once a mere Doctor, the Plaguebearer would facilitate her master's return. There was only one last deed she had to commit.
She took off her mask, and took a deep breath. The virus had flowed through her body. The virus that had festered was now being brought to her. The illnesses had been robbed of the Town as it all flew into her. Before long, She had slumped on the ground. There was no heartbeat, no breath, and Her face was pale. She put the mask back on, and she flew to let her divinity be known.
"Salem! Hear My words and despair! You once may have known My name. I was but a carrier of the disease, but now, I embody it. I am the culminate of all viruses, the ultimate being! I am the conqueror of wilds and harvester of disease! I am Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse! Hear My words and despair!"
Little did She know, in Her arrogance, the Mayor heard Her boast, and the gallows had hungered for a taste of ichor. (Credit to Marioman2019 (talk))
Town role stories
Crusader stories
He stood outside the house of the new Mayor. Every mayor needed a bodyguard, after all. He thought back to when he was a child. He lived in the mystical city of Swordalittle. It was the opposite of Lancealot that not many people knew about. He heard a rustling in the leaves... he stopped thinking and listened. He heard no more, and thought back to his childhood again. His parents let him wield his first weapon at four, and he was practiced with it. He had also learned from the doctor of Swordalittle on how to magically heal people. It was a miracle, honestly. He also He then thought to today. He had his sword, his greatshield, and still had his magical healing powers. He heard more rustling. He stayed silent for longer. If the mayor died, he would be blamed, and probably hung. After a while with complete silence, he went back into his childhood. At the age of 13, he had decided he want to be an Alchemist. Alas, he went into the school, and had not gotten enough money. So, he went to his plan for money: Protection. He went from town to town, protecting people for money. One day, somebody had been attacked. This man raised his blade, and shouted his noble battlecry. He had slain the Serial Killer. A couple days later, he heard the rustling leaves, and shouted his battecry again. He slew the Tracker. He decided to be a tad more careful. That is when he heard the rustling again. The Ambusher dashed out, determined to kill the Bodyguard. The man attacked the Ambusher, and shouted his noble battlecry, DEUS VULT!
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The Crusader was a worthy opponent in battle, and he knew it. After spending years in a training school for sword fighting, he has become one of the most feared warriors in the country. Yet he always let his pride get in the way. Swinging a sword around was what gave him the sense that he was the best, and when he heard of the many killings in the Town of Salem, he knew all those defenseless citizens would need the help of someone special.
Every night, he travels to another townie’s home, standing boldly at the door, ready to engage any visitors in a deadly sword fight. One day, as he stood positioned in front of the Sheriff’s home, he heard a faint noise from the roof of the house. “Ah, those sneaky little fellows. Trying to get in through the chimney, huh?” he whispered to himself, readying his sword. On this very night, he would be able to put those evil killers to justice. A shadow passed over his face as the figure jumped to a tree, but before he could make himself comfortable, the Crusader charged, yelling as he leapt onto a low branch where the figure was and stabbed his sword through the figure’s chest.
The next day, the man whom the Crusader had killed was revealed as the Lookout. But the Crusader’s pride had not been damaged, and every single night, he stands at another person’s door, holding his sword, ready to kill anyone who dared visit them.
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The Crusader was a mighty knight, he fought in many battles against neighbouring kingdoms. His skill with a sword was unmatched, some people say that he was blessed by god others say that he is an angel in disguise but all this changed during the crusade. The Crusader was one of the lucky warriors given a choice to fight in the Crusades, he accepted this offer nearly instantly. This crusade was against an opposing evil in a faraway land, they had not yet been blessed by the divine powers of god. But the Crusader and his allies were determined to show them the light and save them from an eternal hell. After months of travelling they arrived and nearly straight away rushed into battle. However the Crusaders were ambushed by the opposition and many of the Crusader's friends and allies died but he survived, his armour wasn't even scratched! But this wasn't because of his fighting skills, this was because he was a coward and ran away from battle, he ran so so far away until he found a small town called Salem. He knew he'd sinned and left his allies to die but he was to afraid to go back. He settled here and lived there for a long-time until he had a vision from a divine spirit. It told him many things but the most important thing it told him was that he could redeem himself by saving this town from a rising evil, the Mafia! The Crusader obeyed it's words, drew his rusty sword, picked up his shield and put on his once glorious blessed armour. Then he whispered to himself and said "My lord, I'm ready to fight this evil".
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"Men! At the ready!" "Yes Sir!" "Good, Good! Everything is going as planned" "Squire, go tell the nearby village that the vampires have been located and are being dealt with. However, warn them to stay indoors in case any escape." "Indubitably. As you wish." The Squire says as he runs to relay the Crusaders' message to the nearby village. As the Crusader battalion marches forward into unknown territory, the rumored cave of vampires, they stand firm ready to take on whatever is thrown their way. As hissing comes from the mouth of the cave, a cloud covers the setting sun in the distance which causes the Crusaders strategic advantage to break and their composure to falter. "Looks like your out of luck again Crusaders." Says one of the vampire leaders as he exits the cave mouth with a big smirk on his face. "No one shall defeat us, for we are the Crusader Knights of Yorn. We will not fall to the likes of you blood suckers this day!" The crusader leader shouts triumphantly. "We shall seeeeee..." The vampire leader hisses at the Crusaders. "Go my children, feed till your hearts content!" "DO NOT BREAK FORMATION MY BROTHERS! PREPARE FOR ASSAULT!" As the army of vampires comes rushing out of the cave mouth to attack the battalion of Crusaders, one by one the Crusaders fall. "Stop the pointless fighting Crusaders, this will be forever known as the day of reckoning for your kind..." The Vampire leader shouts as the sounds of battle take place behind him. As more and more of the Crusaders fall at the hands of the Vampires, their leader sees no way of winning this battle. "RETREAT!" "Oh there will be no retreating for you! EAT THEM ALL!" The only Crusader left was the leader of the Battalion himself, now standing atop the corpses of his own and that of the enemy... "Give in Crusader, you can't win against all of us, become one of us... You will be a most useful asset among my children." "NEVER! I server the Church of Yorn and shall not falter!" The sun now back in view after being behind the clouds through most of the bloody battle, causes the vampires to retreat back into their cave. The leader, however, did not. The final blow against the evil scourge was complete.
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Everyone always stared at him during the day, and why wouldn't they? It wasn't every day you see someone walking around in full medieval armor, bestowing blessings on whoever they came across. This was just another day for the town crusader.
As a holy knight, he cared not what others thought of him. He only cared about slaying those that would harm others, or use foul magic with reckless abandon. He cared about protecting others. He knew why he was sent here as soon as one of the local townspeople claimed they were controlled by an unknown force. They begged for someone, anyone, to defend them that night, now that the unknown assailant knew who what they were. So, knowing how the mysterious coven operated, he knew they would strike at the apparently important townie. Once the daily discussion was over, he walked over to the bewitched townie and bestowed his holy protection upon them.
That night, he waited in the shadows, near his target's house. That was when he saw her: a hideous, green skinned woman, clothed in a purple robe and pointed hat. Walking next to her was another person, this one a young girl, dressed in a brown cloak, toying with a potion bottle that was filled with a murky red substance. The witch was talking to her, most likely bragging about how she found this important person last night. Once they got to the house, the witch busted the door open using her magic. They both walked in, laughing at the frightened townie inside, unaware of the hulking, armored figure that was standing behind them. The young girl smiled and tossed the bottle at the townie, fully expecting them to die. The bottle shattered on the townie, the liquid getting on them, causing them to panic. A few seconds passed, and nothing happened. Then, the townie smiled. They merely pointed at something behind the two Coven members. As they turned their heads, the crusader swung his sword...
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Fearless. That was the one word to describe this man. He, who came from a family of warriors, the protector of wonderful ancient cities. Now it is his duty to save the townspeople in Salem. He is a crusader.
Yet again, the death of a Townie occurred once more. This time, It was the mayor. The mafia had left a note on the Mayor's once living body. His will simply said,
"Smith is the town doctor. Protect him".
And so, the crusader decided to pay him a visit. No one will ever do any harm to him tonight, the crusader chuckled to himself in spite of his paranoia. He would not allow anyone to even pass the front door of his target, let alone kill.
Something was moving in the distance. He heard footsteps. The crusader drew out his sword, determined and ready. The dark figure reached the front door knob. The crusader was sweating. A single slash, and the visitor dropped onto his knees, lifeless. He did it once again.
The sun rose the next day, and the town was announced of a shocking news. Several citizens were whispering to one another. The town Doctor was found dead, a deep cut across his body. The town was accusing the dead mayor as a delusional old man, for the real doctor was laying on the ground. The crusader, realizing that he had made a huge mistake, was sweating again. No one noticed the forger, standing amidst the town.
He was grinning, Smith nodding silently beside him.
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A well-renowned history teacher of the School of Salem had been fired. They had been fired due to suspicious activity outside of school. It was said that they had been crusading and attacking those who had arrived at the student’s homes with a battle cry, if they were about to be bullied that night. The Sheriff caught eye of this. They watched at the teacher dueled the Lookout, who was just checking in on the poor child’s safety. The Crusader was taken into a mental institute, where they were trained and taught to never do such actions again.
Years past after those events, and they released the Crusader. They picked up the role of guarding those at night, as a confirmed town member. However, whenever those they defend gets attacked, their crusader instincts kick in. Every night this had happened, a blade was unsheathed, a battle cry was sounded, and someone was found dead the next morning.
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William Griggs was never a very smart man, his parents couldn’t afford to put him into school. He was a farmhand all his life and he did all the heavy lifting and hard work since the age of 12. When he got older, his parents had decided he was old enough to move out and get a wife and job of his own. So, William packed up his supplies, said his last goodbyes and left. He traveled to the nearest town, the Town of Salem, and looked for work and a place to stay. After looking all day he couldn’t find anything. He walked to one last house before giving up for the day, it was going to be his eighth place looking for a job, and knocked on the door. An old and frail man answered the knock. William was always a kind-hearted man and couldn’t stand to see a helpless man like this sit alone in his house unprotected. He came up with a plan: he would protect the man if he let him stay in the front room for the night. He was an alert man and a light sleeper so the setup was perfect for him. The man agreed. Since William was new to the town and wasn’t very smart, he wasn’t sure who was good or bad. When night came and William got on the couch to lay down, he heard a noise outside. Instantly he got up and went to the door. The doorknob turned and in came a man. William fought him and won. He had used up all his strength in the struggle and could no longer fight so he went back asleep on the floor unaware of the man walking into the house. When morning came, two dead bodies lay on the ground. William could only hope that he killed a “bad guy,” but as he looked at the two bodies he noticed a familiar face. That was the face of the man he protected! Well, surely the man he killed was evi- the doctor?! What had the Crusader done?
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For years I had guarded the Holy Land. For years I had served my Lord and his people. When I came back, I just wanted a quiet and peaceful life where I didn't have to risk my life every day. Sadly, I bought a home in Salem and god had decided my job wasn't over yet: I received his message and tried to do what was best for the town. Guarding the innocent like I had guarded Jerusalem all those years ago.
When one fateful night a man with a revolver at his side showed up at the mayors house, I made my prayers and did what I knew had to be done: kill the man. Deep inside I knew killing was wrong, but I also knew it was my calling and my heart was cold as steel as his body hit the ground with a soft thud.
When the next day the townspeople screamed in agony as they found the sheriffs dead body, i knew that I had made a mistake. And all I could do was beg the lord for forgiveness.
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Justice.
The Crusader lived by this one word. It was everything to him. It was his code, it was his best friend, and it was his life. Anything that deviated from that word and what it stood for is wrong. And the Crusader was willing to prove it.
The Crusader had his idols when he was growing up. But it wasn’t the monarchs or even the soldiers. It was the local Sheriff, who he aspired to be like and grow up to be. Nobody saw a problem with this. The boy learned everything about the system and after years of unstoppable work and dedication, he had achieved his dream. He was stationed in the Salem unit, determined to exact justice on the quiet little town. This overzealousness led to his termination. Opening fire at people who look at all suspicious is not acceptable.
The Crusader’s world instantly shattered around him. He felt nausea and regret envelop him. For three agonizing years, he was demoted to a blue ball of tears in the corner, nobody wanting to talk to him.
Then he snapped
The Crusader knew this wasn’t Justice. He knew that he could do better than this worthless police station. They didn’t know justice, he knew justice. He didn’t need the help of the police, HE was going to protect the people and HE would get rid of anyone in his way. But not everybody’s idea of justice involves shooting that poor orphaned Escort who just so happened to be spending the night with the Godfather
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The Crusader stood in the freezing night, moonlight reflecting off his gleaming armor. He stands guard over a house each day, putting his cosplay costume to good use. In his two hands, he wields a two-handed great sword, sharpened personally by himself.
It doesn’t matter whose house, or who visits. He shall protect his target, and kill any who dare to pass. He can no longer put up with the curse of the witches over the town of Salem and is committed to destroying the Coven. Even if that means contributing to innocent deaths and protecting the guilty by accident.
A man slowly approached the house the Crusader stood guard over. Stopping a few feet away from the ridiculous-looking Crusader, he glanced and his armor and laughed.
“Aren’t you a little too old for Halloween?” the man chuckled, reaching into his trench coat.
“You shall not pass,” was all the Crusader said.
“Haha, funny,” the man smiled. “Very funny.”
Just as he was about to pull out what he was rummaging through his trench coat, the Crusader pointed his sword at him.
“Is this a threat?” the man asked. “More like a joke. Go put your wooden sword away, I have-” was all the man was ever able to say before the Crusader swung his sword in a wild arc, amputating the man’s head.
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Once, in the streets of salem, there was a regular teenage boy staying with his father. His father, formerly a blacksmith and now a bodyguard, charmed the boy to sleep while he performed his night duties. The night was rough and the bodyguard was killed in battle. Stunned, shocked and scared, the boy ventured out of his home, alone, as he saw his father, sprawled on the ground, together with the werewolf. As his last will was shown, it stated that may the divine shield he created during his blacksmith days be bestowed upon his son. Known to be harder than steel, he carried the shield home and vowed he would guard the town to avenge his father. That night, he protected the town’s sheriff, while keeping a lookout for the shield. Moments later, a shadow of darkness loomed towards the sheriff. It was trying to infiltrate the shield! He is damaging the shield! “Whoever dares damage my father’s shield ought to die!” The boy shrieked wildly, slamming himself barbarically with his small kitchen knife and stabbing the unwanted visitor. The next day, the crusader found that he accidentally killed the town’s investigator. It was then, that he knew he should be more careful with the shield, and use it wisely. The next night, he guarded the VIP, and found the potion master dead the following morning.
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The Crusader didn’t always live in Salem. In fact, he used to live in France, fighting against the evil forces in Europe. He was a grand fighter, but always fought to protect and defend, never to attack. Although he lived in France, he had relatives in America. He was especially close to one cousin, who lived in a town called Salem. His cousin, the Bodyguard, wrote him often, telling him all the evil that had distraught the town. The Crusader always wanted to help his cousin; he knew he could do the town much good. However, the Crusader was still on duty, fighting for his country. He vowed that once he was released from his duties in France, that he would aid his cousin against the evil regimes against the town of Salem. Months passed, and the Bodyguard’s pleas increased as things got worse. Many witches were teaming together and causing disorder in the town. As the Crusader read this, he was greatly discouraged. He needed to help his cousin, even if that meant leaving his post. He went in to tell his commander about the situation, but when the commander saw him, he was told that he was dismissed, that his time in the French army was up. Ecstatic, he quickly packed his things, and sailed across to aid his cousin. When he arrived, the Bodyguard told him the news. All the witches had banded together to form the Coven. The Coven, as they called themselves, were killing town members and causing confusion through their spells and tricks. The Crusader, a fierce fighter, decided he could best aid the town by protecting people of the town while they slept. He stood by their doors, ready to fight if someone was to disturb this person. Unfortunately, the Crusader was new to the town, so he did not know who any of the town members were. As a result, he killed anyone who came to visit. The Crusader may mess up from time to time, but he means well and will always be devoted to fighting evil.
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The night was quiet. Only one gunshot had been heard in the darkness and a few growls from the Werewolf. As The Mafioso approached his sleeping target, he raised his gun and took aim. The Escort stirred, surprised someone had entered her house without consideration that she may be asleep or tired. As she rubbed her eyes and flipped on the light, she saw the gleaming barrel of the gun staring at her. The man behind it grinning maliciously like a madman as his final target before the mafia outnumbered the town stood defenceless. She screamed and attempted to run but her legs wouldn't move, only the shadows did. Rising behind the attacker, a giant of a man wielding a sword just as large struck down the attacker. As The Mafioso crumpled beneath the blow, the defender wiped his sword on the criminal's suit , gave the Escort a quick glance before opening the door and feeling the moonlight on his face and muttering an oath to defend his town against the mafia. The Crusader had done it again.
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Shortly after the Witch had founded her own faction, the Coven, the Town was once again in danger and in need of a strong, protective ally. One who wasn't involved in risky shoot-offs like the Bodyguard, but who could still hurt their assailant, unlike the Doctor. That's when a new person arrived to the town, wearing full-body silver armour and wielding a heavy claymore. He was a self-proclaimed divine protector, who was both strong and vigilant. He was said to perform miracles. With no one left to protect him, the Jailor hired the Crusader to watch over him during the nights.
It was a calm, but cold night. The wind carried a light breeze that was loud enough for footsteps to go unheard. This was the perfect weather for murder, however this did not deter the Crusader from his goal. He watched carefully from a distance as the Jailor locked up one of the townies in jail for the night. A few moments later, he had two visitors. The first one said, "Care for a drink?" as she handed him a chalice filled with an oddly-coloured concoction. Before the Jailor could take a sip, the Crusader came out from his hiding spot and sliced the woman's abdomen. She fell to the ground, lifeless. Before the other visitor had a chance to speak, the double-edged sword was thrusted in his direction, killing him.
Morning came and the names and roles of those who were killed by the Crusader had been revealed. The woman was a skilled Potion Master who attempted to poison the Jailor the night before. The man was a Lookout who was simply watching the Jailor that night. It was unfortunate that the Crusader had gotten an innocent townie killed, but what's done was done. As long as the Jailor was alive, it didn't matter who else got involved. For anyone who visited the ones he protected would die by his hands.
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Clutching his Bible in one hand, and his sword in the other, the crusader went off to perform his divine obligation. The crusader was the most dangerous man in Salem. But unfortunately, only he knew that. Born into and trained by a religious cult as an assassin, the young crusader fled after witnessing a blood sacrifice firsthand. Years later, he found Salem. He decided to use his skills to help the dying town. As the full moon shined brightly across the sky, the crusader made his way to the investigator's house. He got the mafioso lynched the previous day. The mafia wouldn't be too happy that one of their own was killed. He put the Bible away, and awaited the next visitor. The investigator was a confirmed townie. Only those with evil intentions would visit him. Sure enough, the crusader made out a figure in the darkness of the night. Though it was hard to see, the crusader made out a pistol, and attacked. In an instant, the crusader impaled the visitor, and he bled out on the pavement. The crusader got a closer look. He was no investigator, but what little he did know told him that the dead man lying before him was the godfather. The crusader smiled. Justice was served. It was only the following day he realized that he had killed the bodyguard. He wasn't guilty in the slightest. He knew deep down, that one of these nights, he was gonna kill the godfather, and be hailed as a hero.
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He did not see anyone in the darkness in front of the Mayor's house, but he started to hear a faint chant. "Crusader sucks! Crusader sucks! Crusader sucks! He only ever kills Townies!" The Crusader tried to hold in his anger, but he was going to burst any minute. As the figure walked closer, he noticed that it was the Bodyguard. "Outta my way. I gotta protect the Mayor." the Bodyguard said, shoving the Crusader to the side. Now the Crusader really lost it. BANG! With a single shot of his gun, the Bodyguard laid on the ground, blood oozing out of his head, dead. "I attack only one person per night. I don't care who it is. But no one is allowed to visit my target and most definitely are not allowed to disrespect me in any way. I shall ensure that they meet their end if they do."
An hour later, another figure appeared out of the mist. The Mafioso. Upon seeing the Crusader, he thought he was dead. But the Crusader greeted him with a smile. "Come in", said the Crusader, in a very gentle manner. "Are you looking for the Mayor? He's in the office, finishing off a bit of paperwork. Here. I have the keys." As the Crusader pulled the door open, the Mafioso looked down at the dead Bodyguard, and then looked back at the Crusader. "This man insulted me." replied the Crusader. "Now come in. You're getting awfully drenched with rain." The Crusader nonchalantly whistled as he strolled back home, with not a care in the world for the gunshots which rang out behind him.
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Psychic stories
She looked into her crystal ball. She truly needed to find the murderer. She saw the person who said they were the war vet poison the innocent. She saw the person who said they were the town's Sheriff poison the innocent. She then saw the man who claimed to be this town's Vigilante poison the innocent. Ugh... She decided to go ask her mom. the Medium. When she got there, she found that she was dead. She watched in horror as her mother continued to foam from the mouth, obviously killed by the Poisoner. That night, somebody had also gotten shot by the War Vet, and somebody shot by the Vigilante. She accused the "Sheriff" of murdering her mother. The town hung them, and they were the poisoner. She cried, though. Why her mother? She then got another revelation. Her mother was there! She said, "Listen. I have gotten information. Either John Willard or Abigail Hobbs is 100% good. Maybe they both are. I don't know too much. From that point on, on every full moon, she got a message from her mother, and when it wasn't a full moon, she stared into her crystal ball searching for the murderers.
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Late at night, the Medium wondered why her scrying orb would not give her a meaningful conversation with her loved ones.
"James... Deodat... Alice..."
It was mocking her. It would never tell her anything about those who have passed. Only names of those she already knew.
"Mary... Samuel..."
There was some sort of trend. But what?
"James... Deodat... Alice..."
Those three names again tonight. Sometimes they'd be different. Two more tomorrow.
"... Samuel..."
...One? Ah yes, of course. Mary, our town Sheriff, was found in a well this morning. It was the doing of the Mafia, of course.
Suddenly, the old woman realized. She was no Medium.
She was the Psychic - and she's known who has been her friend since the very beginning.
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The room was musty, dust visible in the candle lights. A single woman, wearing silken robes, perched in the middle of a deep purple and gold carpet. She'd always been told by her mother and father that she had gained her powers from her grandfather, who was a renowned medium, and an uncle somewhere down the line who had been a retributionist. Due to this, it was no surprise that she had five candles and three crystal balls lined up around her in an intricate pattern. Closing her eyes, holding her palms flat above two of the crystals, the light of the moon shone upon the last. And, when she opened her third eye, three names were shown to her. Deodat Lawson, Ann Higgins, and Samuel Sewall. Every word scratched upon the parchment at her feet was deliberate, delicate and neat. Then, she rose and prepared herself for the next day. She didn't see someone approach, nor the Crusader who'd bravely volunteered to protect her begin to fight, and went about her night. The next day, she calmly revealed who she'd seen in the Crystal Balls the previous night, and all three gave their defenses the best they could. Letting the Sight guide her, she pointed towards Deodat Lawson. The harsh looks of the Mafia members could wait another night.
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The Psychic woke up once again in cold sweat from a terrifying nightmare. It's not the first time, and she knew it will not be the last. It kept happening, over and over, like a vicious cycle. She knew she had special gifts of The Sight, but was it actually a gift, or a curse? This time she saw the town Sheriff being mercilessly killed in a bloody mess. The following morning, as everyone stumbled to the town centre, the sight horrified her. The Sheriff was lying there, a bullet hole in his head, pale and lifeless. Shocked as she was, it was then when she realised her dreams could help the Town deliver justice. She closed her eyes, trying to remember the dreams as accurately as possible to try and remember who the killer was. It was all so vague... she wanted to cry out in frustration. Eventually, she narrowed it down to 3 faces. One of them was the local Jailor, but she believed that he wouldn't dare do any harm to the innocent. The other was a retired Bodyguard, but she knew after what happened to the Survivor he won't pick up a gun. The last one was a strange madman, with an old rifle claiming to take justice into his own hands... they called him the "Vigilante". Even though they say he has good intentions, what if he isn't telling the truth? Time was running out. People were dying. She needed to take action. Having no other choice, she accused him of treason against the town, and despite his attempts to defend himself, he got hung that same day. The killings have stopped since then. Until now. There have been multiple murders reported and rumors spread across the town. But this time, the Psychic isn't afraid. She is ready
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The Psychic had been practicing meditation since not long ago and had just learned how to use a new ability. A third eye. But she was a stranger to this new ability, as her readings were not precise but were merely approximates. But when the dreaded Coven emerged, she was forced to use her newly-obtained third eye. The sky grew dark on the first night. She sat down cross-legged, cleared her mind, and there it was. A vision. The residents from the sixth, eighth and fifteenth lane, leaving their houses, only to visit the residences of innocent townsfolk, as crimson splattered across their windows. Terror struck as the fifteenth resident was found dead the next day, but she did not say a word. She remained calm and kept her findings to herself, jotted down on a piece of yellow paper. It was the third night. She repeated her process for the third time, opening up her third eye to see the secrets of the town. At this point, the Potion Master and the Medusa had been executed by the Town. Tensions arose to end the killing as quickly as possible. And her vision would cease the chaos of the Town. She saw the woman from the eighth lane again, holding her Necronomicon in one hand, wand in the other. And now, the Psychic was certain. She had found the Coven Leader. She knew who it was. And by the time the sun rose for a third round, the whole town will know too.
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"Come with me," the Village Leader said. The young girl bowed her head and followed her. She was in big trouble now. She knew the Elder would never believe her story-she had a dream that showed a man with a knife. She didn't know why she attacked him...believing in dreams were stupid. She walked slowly to the Grand Mansion-the Village Leader's house...oh, she was going to be punished for this one, she knew it. When they finally arrived, the Village Leader picked up a knife that had been sitting on the table. "Does this look familiar to you?" she asked the girl. She instantly recognized it as the one she saw in her dream. But how...the curve it had was so unique, there was no way the knife was real..."This knife was found in the jacket of the man you assaulted." The girl was shocked. Was her dream real? Did her dreams show reality? The Village Leader saw her shock, sighed, and said, "Follow me. There's something you need to know" The Village Leader then led her to a secret staircase that led underground. It went to a room that had one giant table, with a map on it. When the girl saw it, she could only stare. For her whole life, the village was the only place she had known. There...were more places? The Village Leader was speaking, but the girl was barely listening. If her dreams were real...There was one place she kept dreaming about. It started out happy and joyful, full of energy...until it was corrupted by evil. If her dreams showed the future...she had to stop that evil at all costs. She searched the whole map until she found it. A small town known as Salem.
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Only when he is not awake, shall he be granted his vision. Wondering what it would be about tonight, he gently fell asleep, a dark abyss taking over his vision.
After some time, the Psychic saw three figures near the gallows. All three of them were discussing among themselves. He could see all of them clearly and recognized all three. He shifted and tossed in his bed. Although he could not hear what they were saying, a voice spoke in his head.
All claim to be good, but one is a falsehood Two will tell the truth, One will not And that person shall be caught As they have an evil plot
He woke up near the end of the night and thought. One of the people he saw in the vision was the revealed Mayor, and one was a confirmed Sheriff. The last person was the self-proclaimed Bodyguard that was put up to trial yesterday, but let off because of the lack of evidence. Now, the Psychic has been granted the last piece of the puzzle… to lynch the Godfather.
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The Psychic was relatively new to Salem. They fiddled with their crystal necklace gazing at the town. It was almost noon by the time they got there, so they did have time to meet everyone and got to know each of them. This town seemed way more friendly then their old one, so they were pretty glad they decided to move.
As the sun began to set, and everyone was retreating to their own homes, the Psychic sat in their reading chair. They were reading when all of a sudden, images of burning fires and blood spatters filled their mind. The horrid sounds of people screeching and crying, the dull sound of bodies thumping on the ground , and the sight of faces stretched in terror made the Psychic want to gouge their own eyes out, and they were already somewhat attempting it.
After a few seconds of this torture, three familiar faces came into view. They were some of the very people that they had met today! A quiet and calm voice whispered in their mind, "At least one of them did this. Don't you want to stop them?" The Psychic nodded quickly, and the vision faded. They scrambled to pick up whatever they could and found an old piece of parchment. They scribbled on the names of who they saw in their vision.
Suddenly, they felt a warmth on their chest. They gazed down to see their crystal necklace glowing faintly. As the sun started to rise, they tucked the necklace underneath their shirt, and headed out to greet the town.
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The sun sets as she retreats back to her domicile, rather confused by the myriad of events that happened earlier today. She needed time to settle and sort things through. Then, she sat on a traditional chair while placing a translucent ball on a table, covered in a royal purple cloth. Clutching the ball tightly, her soul and the ball seemed to fuse together as she recalled the day’s events. “Either Deodat Lawson or Glies Corey is lying” she whispered silently, having recalled a fellow townie saying. Utilizing her psychological and her clairvoyant abilities, she finally deduced--Glies Corey, Mary Warren or Sarah Good is evil. The crystal ball turned red as she smiled confidently and advanced to the town. In the morning, she announces publicly “I know Glies Corey, Mary Warren or Sarah Good is evil for sure” It took town a while, but they soon realized that Glies is evil. She is brought up to the trials, as she spoke her last words. Not long after, the werewolf was hanged and the town cheered. Darkness soon engulfed the town again as the psychic retreated back to her domicile. Giving herself a pat on the back, she sat down on the exact same position as ever before, as the recollection of events surged through her. Shortly before dawn, another vision emerged over her head-Either Ann Putnam or Sarah Good is good. “Time to tell the town” she grinned.
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She always knew that dreams really can come true, however she never thought that the nightmare she had the night before her parent’s and sister’s death would become a reality. She and her brother, the tracker, had made it out safely that horrible night and she knew it wasn’t an accident. The roof to the car collapsed on top of her after they had crashed and it had really made her dreams occur more often. As she grew older more dreams she had would come true, she started using them for guidance and learnt to use them in her favour. Eventually she was comfortable enough to tell her brother about the dreams. Her brother wasn’t convinced at the time and was still grieving the death of their parents. Eventually she had a dream that her brother was thinking suicide and that he was depressed. She had to help him but didn’t know how, she promised him they would go to Salem and work together to find the killer of their parents and older sister. One night she woke up after having a dream that her brother was killing himself right then, she ran into his room to see him about to jump out of the window of their apartment that was seven stories up. “Stop!” she yelled. He eventually stepped back from the window and hugged her all night. The scar that had been embedded in her brother’s soul had made her more determined than ever to put an end to the killer of their family. Now they have returned to Salem to find the killer.
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"Ever since the murders in Salem had started, he has been trying to help catch the perpetrators of the crime, it be by discussion or voting. However, tonight was different. After he had fallen asleep, he was presented with a vivid dream. In that dream, he saw the body of their Mayor, motionless and bloody, and three of the townspeople standing over it. Before he had time to study the sight thoroughly, he was awoken by a cry of help from the outside; their Mayor was found dead in his home.
The man decided to speak up about the dream he had last night. At first, the town's Medium was the only one who believed him, but luckily she was able to convince the rest of the town to at least question the suspects. Soon enough, it was evident one of them was indeed responsibe for the Mayor's death. The assassin was lynched, and everyone praised the Psychic.
On the other hand, the Mafia wasn't too thrilled about the demise of their brother. The folowing night, under the light of the full moon, they paid the Psychic a visit. As he was fading away, he was struck with yet another lucid vision. This time, it was a sight of just one person, his middle-aged neighbour, who was yelling at him, begging him to hold on.
Soon enough, the Psychic woke up on a bed, with his wounds bandaged up, and a human figure with a surgeon's mask sitting next to him. In an instant, he knew the identity of his saviour."
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Supernatural abilities run in the Psychic’s family. Her sister is the celebrated town Medium, and her nephew is the Retributionist. Her mother was the Coven’s skilled Necromancer, but of course, after discovering that the Psychic and her sister sided with the town, she disowned them.
Unlike the rest of her family however, the Psychic doesn’t deal with the dead. Instead, the Psychic has a mysterious but vague power to sense who has evil intentions in this town, and who doesn’t. Though some still doubt her, time has shown that she is indeed correct, and not a crazy fool as some claim her to be.
She sits in front of the altar, staring into the depths of the clear water which reflect the looming full moon. She pours ingredient after ingredient into the water, diligently stirring and measuring. Her mother had given her this recipe, but the Psychic was the only person who was able to see the vision when the mixture was ready. Everyone else saw only murky water.
Two faces stared up at her. All the Psychic knew was that at least one of them was good. One was the face of the Mafioso, the one they planned to hang the next day. His life had only been spared because the town had hanged the Serial Killer that day. The other was an alleged Sheriff. He and another man both claimed they were the Sheriff, but there was only room for one Sheriff in this town.
“The Mafioso obviously has evil intentions, so the other man, the alleged Sheriff must be good!” the Psychic thought, “The other person claiming that he is the Sheriff must be evil. I must tell the town.”
But before the Psychic could write her thoughts in her will, the Mafioso shot her clean through the chest.
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Once, in another town, the Psychic was famed for her visions and wisdom. Smart farmers seeked her advice about when to harvest their crops. Investors wanted to know which local shops would become a hit in the town. But there were some selfish people who wanted to abuse her knowledge beyond what was acceptable. The Psychic decided to start over in another town. She would make her services available only to the people she trusted most.
But this new town, Salem, was even more dangerous than her old village. On the night she arrived, she had a vision that at least one of her three neighbors was evil. She pondered this troubling knowledge throughout the night. When dawn came, two of the neighbors in her vision were found dead. Both were innocent--one was a Doctor, and the other a Survivor. The Psychic now knew that her visions and survival were dependent on each other. The stakes had risen from the results of a harvest to the life and death of the town.
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She had known from her seventh birthday that she wielded a mysterious power. The day before, she had had a nightmare about her best friend's father, shooting her own mother in the head. When said man had indeed pulled out a pistol over the cake, she was able to tackle her mother out of the way, leading to the swift arrest and execution of the man and the breaking of a close friendship. As she grew, her powers only increased. On her parents' anniversary, she warned them about an untrustworthy carriage driver, and they saw that carriage madly rammed into bystanders while the next group in line were thrown off and under the horses, screaming as they died. She avoided a new person who moved into town for weeks on end, and heard about the rampaging beast the sweet boy had become from the safety of her own home. When a man had been accused of murder, she had a strange dream about him, leading her to actually meet the man and, in the process, notice the figure slipping the spent weapons and implicating documents onto his desk. Her close family started dubbing her as the Psychic, and her dreams kept indicating the true future. By the time she had finished her education, she was considered the luckiest girl in the world. Of course, moving into a new town where people had started dying every day had called that into question, but she trusted in her ability to identify the real murderers from the land of dreams. The Psychic doubted that any evil could hold against these dreams, obviously sent by a powerful force of good.
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Tracker stories
In the darkness, a cloaked figure stalked through the shadows, pausing every so often. Twisting their head, they peered out from behind the shack their target lived in. All was quiet. The Tracker straightened their back and darted behind a nearby tree. This was their life, this is where they wanted to be and what they wanted to do. From a young age, they'd always been following others, watching to see where they went and what they did. And in light of the recent events... They paused to stop themselves from breathing too loudly. Their target, wrapped in a red dress and fur coat, had turned around to see who was there. All the Tracker could say was that he was glad he could finally put his skills to use. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and darted away, the scream of the Escort rang through the night air as they were caught off-guard by the Serial Killer. The next day, the Tracker furiously denounced Giles Corey as the Serial Killer, and he was hung, snarling and fighting about how he would get the Tracker someday.
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Renowned by the town of Salem as their most illustrious hunter, the Tracker provided most, if not all, of Salem's meat. Training under his father to become a butcher, his prospective future was suddenly deterred when his father had gone missing. He knew what his duty was to not only his father, but to his fellow townies as well when people began to disappear left and right. He began to hone his skills: that of stealth, patience, and awareness. He began studying those he considered most suspicious, tracking their habits, watching how they interacted with other citizens, and following their every move. He was cautious enough to not be conspicuously discovered, but ironically enough, was noticed and subsequently recruited by the town's lead investigator to work alongside the rest of the Sheriff's office. The Tracker quickly became the Sheriff's right-hand man through his natural affinity of hunting down those responsible for the deaths and disappearances of the townsfolk. They thank him endlessly for saving their loved ones and beloved friends, but what they don't know is how much it hurts him to hear the relief in their voices as they speak to him. The relief he wishes were his very own, every time he sees his father's empty chair at the dinner table.
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Ever since he was young, The Tracker loved to see what other people did. He would always follow his parents and friends to see where they went. It didn't matter that his parents and friends didn't approve it, he felt it was a duty of his. Now, with the Coven coming and killing anyone in their sight, the Tracker decided to do something about it. He secretly went and watched as a member of the town opened his door and went out. The Tracker followed him to a person's house, and the Tracker watched from the outside, only to be mortified by a sight. The person targeted was dead on the floor, killed by a deadly potion. The Tracker quickly slipped back to his house. He knew exactly what he was going to do the next day...
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“Both of them visited him last night!” the lookout cried, his fingers accusingly pointed towards a supposed investigator and a supposed vigilante. “And now he’s dead!”
“Lynch them both!” the town mayor screamed.
“Wait!” one townie insisted, but nobody listened. The supposed vigilante was lynched first. His role, incidentally, turned out to be the Mafioso. Reveling in their victory, the town pushed the supposed Investigator up on the stands.
“I am the Investigator! I-I have evidence in my will!!” the Investigator desperately claimed, his shaking hands pulling out a crumpled, yellow paper. He attempted to hand it to the mayor, who,to his horror, threw his will to the ground disgustedly.
“Long live Town Salem!” the town cheered.
What they didn’t know was the other Lookout, the one who was against the execution in the first place, spent many nights with the Investigator, as they promised to protect one another from harm. He wanted to blurt out how stupid it was to kill him just because the Lookout saw both of them at the scene of the crime. After all, he was just investigating him last night...right?
Or...was he the stupid one all this time?
The investigator looked at him pleadingly as the townies put in their votes, hoping for some redeeming comment from his closest companion.
But he didn’t say anything.
Instead, he stared right at him, with tears of betrayal seeping at the corners of his eyes, and handed in a guilty vote.
All guilty votes.
His friend was hung. And the investigator was dead.
The feeling of betrayal was soon replaced by sadness, then anger. Anger towards an inadequate town. Anger towards a reckless Mayor. Anger towards a careless Lookout. Anger towards the disloyal mafia willing to sacrifice their own.
Anger towards himself for leaving things up to chance.
He wasn’t going to take that kind of chance again.
As the sun set and everyone went home, he picked up the Investigator’s will and breathed deeply. There was no more looking out for these idiotic townies.
There was only tracking down the sinister Mafia.
(Credit to KittyliciousSoDelish)
"This can't be !", he said looking at the corpse of his father dispersing his last flame of life to sink with the cold ground. "Who did this ?" He said forcing his tears and scream inside as he looked around touching the blood spilling out. The funeral was attended by everyone and nobody cried as they have gotten used to Serial killer's unending strikes, but this new orphan had a weeping heart and a scorching desire to uncover the killer. "I shouldn't wait here, I'll specify in something soon.", he said to his best friend, the Doctor. Suddenly an idea popped in his mind : "Why not track him down? I'll simply be a Tracker". Filled with determination and hope to end others' misery, he remained covered at night, waiting for any person to follow stealthy. It didn't take long before a mysterious figure went on and proceeded to walk in a unfathomable way. The mysterious figure scanned the sheriff's tent then returned to a familiar house. The Tracker didn't take long to figure out it was the Doctor's house. He thought to himself : "I wish I had his job, healing people if an incident ever happens." Tired from sneaking, the Tracker returned home to regain his powers as he shifted to sleep. A rooster's crowing woke him up. He wore his vest and went out to see what happened newly. He was horrified by the news : The sheriff was dead, and he was stabbed by a serial killer. The Tracker knew what this meant, but he held himself from showing obvious reactions. He waited for the gathering of the town citizens, and he yelled out : "This doctor is an impostor !". The Doctor, surprised by his old friend's reaction asked : "What are you saying ?" The Tracker didn't care less, he didn't wish for people to reach more misery in this town of high value to his heart. He continued : "This doctor went to the sheriff yesterday, and as you people can see, he left this world at night mysteriously. Never give mercy to a killer who pinched this town for years, let him be punished!". And then he proudly continued : "I am your Tracker! I will track down the criminals in this town from now on, and never must a soul cause another to die unjustly !".
(Credit to Abdeltif)
It was a walk in the park that night for the man and his old hound.
It was that perfect cool moonlit night when the dog starts to bark at the shadow, it violently tugs at the leash and finally manage to break free.
The old man chase his hound off into the night when suddenly it stops. He was about to scold the dog when he sees it - a man dressed in black sneaking nears John Willard's house! The moonlight reflects off something in the man's hand - a gun! The old man, terrified, tries to back away, but the dog would not leave, on the other hand, it starts to edge closer to the man in black.
The old man hesitantly follows his hound as the man in black enters John Willard's house.
BANG
The man in black emerges from the house a few moments later and as the moonlight hits his face the old man recognizes him.
The next day the body of John Willard was found along with a note from the Mafia. The town was terrified when the old man addresses the town with his dog and points to the rich businessman. The dog barks at the businessman while the sheriff rambles on about how the businessman does not seems suspicious.
The debate went on for the whole morning when the town, out of options, decides to put the businessman onto the stand. The sheriff argues and the businessman plead, to no avail, the businessman was lynched and with his last words he orders the mafia to go into hiding.
The now-tracker emerge triumphant, showered with compliments and all he said was
"It's not me you should be thanking. It's the hound."
(Credit to Multiuniverse)
He was a lean man filled with darkest secrets. He was unknown to the town. He was a mysterious figure whom nobody ever met. The mysterious man only stalked his love, the elegant escort. Nonetheless, he still had a kind heart; all he wanted was to be with the town’s escort. Unfortunately, his shyness got the better of him. What should I do when I say hello to her? What should I wear? Where should I bring her? These questions floated across his head. Unsure of what to do, he lurked behind the escort, day and night, admiring her, and “safeguarding” her. He deftly slid across the corners of the town, and went by unnoticed since the birth of the town. One day an evil force descended upon the town. It was The Coven, town’s arch nemesis alongside with the mafia. “Alright, I’ll make myself known. It may bring help to the town and maybe I can get closer to her” He mumbled to himself after serious analysis of the situation. He revealed himself to the mayor and was given a role and a duty in the town. The tracker was born. Located 2 houses away from the escort’s rustic residence, he would take occasional peeks at her. Soon, night descends upon the town. The tracker tracks down the escort as always. However, the results were different this time. A brute force wiped out the poor woman, despite her charismatic charm. She was assaulted by a Juggernaut. He was tempted to interfere, but knew he would get killed. Anger and rage poured down the tracker. As the sun rises, the tracker reported his findings to the town. An evil faction has been eliminated as the town heaved a sigh of relief. As the night falls, he slid in the shadows, stalking his next unsuspected prey.
(Credit to Einsteins)
Stepping out into the night and letting the cold wind blow on his face, the Tracker was suddenly hit by some feelings of doubt and worry. Ironic, he thought, considering how it seemed to be just only yesterday when the young man was persistently bothering the townspeople for a job. He was struck by the pursuit of justice, after all the recent murders and wild deaths happening within the boundaries. Possessing neither weapons nor the ability to channel spirits, the idea came to the Tracker that it would be the safest option to become an expert sleuth. But as he shivered in the freezing darkness, he now only realized the risks that those investigators took in order to bring the betterment of the Town, and its people.
Too late, he gulped. He had been following footsteps for some nights already, with barely any activity. Noticing a man wearing a particularly pristine tuxedo and a top hat, he felt tonight would be more eventful than the past evenings. Keeping a close yet safe distance from his prey, the Tracker gazed upon his final destination: the Mayor’s house. Constructing all the possible reasons as to why he was visiting the official, the Tracker’s mind was set on one conclusion, and he quickly made his way to avoid being spotted by who he thought it was.
The Town, in chaos after discovering the Mayor with a gunshot wound inside of his suite, was speechless as the Tracker anxiously revealed his findings. The Mafioso, on the stand, could do nothing but scream harsh insults, while the newly-appointed Tracker sighed. He still had more work to do tonight.
(Credit to VanillaisLove1433)
Once the tracker was a young carefree lad, he lived with his parents and his two sisters, they lived happily, however one day his parents decided to take them on a family vacation Salem. However the fun, family holiday they had wanted soon turned to a devastating nightmare. As they were driving to Salem a car came out of nowhere with no headlights and smashed into the side of their car! The impact sent the car off the road and rolled into a tree. His mother was killed instantly, his father was thrown out of the car and went right through the window, smashing glass everywhere, and unfortunately his older sister was stabbed by the glass in her neck and heart. His father rapidly bled to death and his older sister ran out of breath. He grabbed his younger sisters’ hand that was shaking and crying when all of a sudden… the roof of the car collapsed on top of them! His sister screamed, he gathered the last of his strength to lift the roof up and let his sister escape. He slowly crept his way out of the car and ran to his father. He screamed at the sight of his father’s dead body, he reached for his dad’s phone and called an ambulance. He ran to his mother and held her in his arms, tears running down his face he screamed. The sound of sirens echoed down the road. All that the tracker could remember was screaming, as the ambulance officers took away his parents away on a stretcher. Social services shortly arrived to take his sister and himself away to an orphanage. One week later a sheriff came in to tell them that the crash wasn’t an accident and when he asked who did it the officer told him that the man had fled the scene and wasn’t found. On that day he swore that he’d return to Salem and track down everyone to find the person who had killed his family. Now he’s arrived in Salem with his psychic sister and is here for one reason only… vengeance.
(Credit to mafiahunter33)
The Tracker whistled, and his loyal companion bounded over to his side. The night was frosty and unwelcoming, but the Tracker knew that this was what he was meant to do. Over the course of the day, he had been watching the town ‘Doctor’, who had acting rather shifty. The tracker saw things that others didn’t, he always had that sharp instinct for following people, and being discreet about it too. He had always been the one to point out things out of all his friends, which resulted in some fallings out. Often, he had followed people because he thought they were suspicious, but the people avoided him because they didn’t want to be the ones to be tracked. The Tracker swore he would prove them he could do something to help. The Tracker spotted his target, who had just left their house. Sticking to the shadows, so he wouldn’t be seen, he watched as the Doctor disappeared around a corner. But this wasn’t an issue, because his trusty dog had already caught the scent, and was already leading the Tracker to his destination. The Doctor stopped abruptly outside the Sheriff’s house, as if they had come to a sudden realisation. The heavy footsteps clattered through the streets. Something seemed off to the Tracker, wouldn’t the Doctor knock instead of bursting in? He moved closer… and heard a blood curdling scream! The dog tensed up, ears pricked, but the Tracker held her back, shaking. An eternity later, the Doctor exited, now drenched in blood. The footsteps sounded on the path before silence. The next morning, the Tracker yelled out the news, and the Serial Killer denied it, but there was nothing he could do. The Town congratulated the Tracker and his dog, and from that day, the Tracker was a valuable part of the town.
(Credit to Daizy)
I had a bad feeling about this new Sheriff. He was my replacement, apparently, but something was off about him. I had that job for years, learned the ins and outs of the business, and everything I knew was pointing towards something not being right. Despite this, every other townie believed every word he said. “Alice is the Serial Killer.” He stated one morning. She claimed she was merely the town Doctor, but that didn’t hold up too well. We knew who the Doctor was. We took her down, to find the Sheriff correct. But something still seemed off to me. The mafia hadn’t attacked anyone last night, as far as we could tell. Nobody was dead, and the real Doctor didn’t heal anyone. What an odd coincidence that he happened to find the Serial Killer that same night… So I followed him. Stealthily, I parked myself near his house until he left for his night time duty. There weren’t many of us left, but he visited the Jailor’s house. Why would he investigate the Jailor? Nothing added up. I made my reports, ready to reveal my information in the morning. The Jailor had died, and the Doctor ambushed. “You’re no Sheriff at all!” I screamed, to the disbelief of the remaining townsfolk. “I followed you last night. You’re a liar, you killed the Jailor!” No reaction. No reaction from anyone. I stopped and jittered as I looked around. Everyone left had awkward smirks planted on their faces. “What a shame. You’ve caught me.” He announced. “It’s too bad you’re too late. You’re the only one left.” Everyone’s gazes crept over me. It was true. If only I’d acted sooner. There was nothing there for me anymore. So I ran. I ran as far away as I could. I found a new town to live in, and this time I wouldn’t make any mistakes.
(Credit to Marowakawaka)
The Tracker also felt inferior to his older brother, the Lookout. The Lookout was a valuable part of the town, constantly aiding the town by camping outside of others’ houses, in hopes of catching a murder. The Tracker was tired of falling in his shadow. He wanted to help the town too! And what better way than to be the opposite to his brother? He would follow players to see who they visit! He thought this was a grand idea, although he never felt like it was the right time to help the town. They were doing just fine without him. When he heard there was a group of murderers in town, he realized that this was the time to help the town. He quietly followed a man during the night, and did so for the following nights, but he didn’t receive any leads. Meanwhile, the Lookout had aided the town in finding two evils. “Maybe this wasn’t such a promising idea. The Lookout will always be better than me!” he murmured to himself. But he had some hope. He decided that if he didn’t find anything by tomorrow night that he would give up. The next night, he went about his business again, hoping he would find something. The next day, the person his target visited was dead! He was killed by the mafia! Then his eyes widened. “I know who the mafia is!”
(Credit to Rachelm127)
There was an odd man in Salem with round glasses. He attended every dance show that a beautiful woman went to. He committed to memory the twelve dresses that the woman had. He spent far too much time thinking about her, but he kept up a disguise that only townies with a keen eye could see through. He seemed like a strange but well-intentioned townie to everybody else.
One morning, the mafia took their first victim. While the other townies discussed who could have murdered the innocent Medium, the town Sheriff whispered to the odd man. “I have interrogated the woman you desire. She is a member of the mafia--most likely the Consort.” This revelation swept over him quickly. That day, he changed from a weird stalker to the Tracker. He would follow a person around and hope that the information he gathers will allow him to trust certain townies or find the killers.
(Credit to ft029)
The town descended into chaos as the Medium's dead body was discovered in her home, killed by the Serial Killer. The town suspected the 'Doctor', but had been unable to prove anything- the Sheriff was stunned, the Lookout was astounded and the Investigator was bamboozled. However, a previously unseen man stepped into the circle of madness, introducing himself as the Tracker. He claimed to be able to track even the most cunning criminals down to see who they visited, and he swore that he would bring the killer to justice.
As night began to fall on the town, the Tracker crept out of his door, thanking the Lookout outside his door. He crept to the house of the so-called Doctor, and waited. Eventually, he saw the suspect sneak out and walk towards the house of the Mayor. The tracker followed silently, hoping to catch the killer red-handed. The 'Doctor' entered the Mayor's house, and a single scream was heard. The suspected killer then walked back to his house, seemingly innocent.
The next morning, the town began to panic. The Mayor had been found dead in his home! But before the accusations could begin, the Tracker announced that he had tracked the apparent 'Doctor' and they had visited the Mayor last night. The man in question protested his innocence but the town were convinced. The Serial Killer was lynched and the town were safe from at least one evil-doer, and the Tracker went to bed that night very pleased, ready to get back to work.
(Credit to UnknownBob)
Trapper stories
A ranger dwells in the forest, being hidden away from the drama and bloodshed in the town only minutes away.
- KER-CHINK!* The trap triggers on a deer, and the ranger looks to his prey. He would feast like a king tonight on prime venison.
Later that night, the unmistakable sound of leaves rustling in the woods reached the ranger's ears. He rose from bed and checked out the window of his cabin.
He counted down the seconds until-- *ZWOOP!* the rope wrapped snugly around the intruder's leg and hoisted him upwards, dangling upside down from a tree.
Bringing his skinning knife, the ranger opened his door and met his eyes to that of the one who would trespass in his woods.
"Listen! Please don't hurt me!" pleaded the stranger. "We really need your help! The Mafia-- Witches-- Werewolves--!"
He was cut down from the rope trap. The ranger picked up a badge from the cold ground that the trap was originally located.
"You dropped this, Sheriff." The ranger handed the Sheriff his badge back, and started coiling what was left of his rope.
"See you tomorrow."
(Credit to Khiash)
His fingers twitched as he branded the wires together, lacing them together with his expert hands. So many complicated features, yet only he had the ability to use them. He managed a smile as he completed his trap, eager to try them out. If they could work on animals, they would most certainly work on humans. After all, he was a former hunter...
The Trapper sneaked outside, contemplating on where to place his newly designed trap. He perked up as he saw the burly, headstrong Jailor return to his home, hauling a sack that must contain nothing but one of the key suspects of the town that he was planning to execute. Setting the trap at his front door, he ground it into the floor with a stick and hung the skinny, white, wires that were invisible in the dark, on the door hinges.
That night, all that was heard was a click, a faded gasp, and then total silence. The Trapper saw a young man, strapped to the door with a pistol locked in his hand, dead. It was none other than the Mafioso, caught red-handed. The trap had worked.
(Credit to AzuraSilverflame)
The murderous psychopath only known as the Serial Killer closed in on the unsuspecting Escort's doorstep, giggling frantically at the horror and bloodshed he'd imagined himself to cause. As he pulled out his bloody knife from his coat, he noticed a shadow lurking close-by. Fools, he thought to himself. Did they really think they could hurt him? He'll show them. He'll show them all. As he approached the doorstep, suddenly, a snapping sound was heard and he felt a sharp pain in his legs. He dropped to the ground screaming in agony. His wicked, bloodshot eyes saw the shadow getting closer. "Who are you?" It said sternly. There was no answer. "If you won't tell me, I'm gonna have to find out for myself!" said the voice again. There was no answer. The small shadow pulled out the Serial Killer's rusty knife and inspected it. Then it gave out a bitter laugh. "Looks like the predator has become the prey," it said. The sound of a gunshot is the last thing the Serial Killer ever heard.
(Credit to Fserke)
The town of Salem was a terrifying and terrible place for children to grow up in. They saw their mothers and fathers fret about their and their child’s safety, while not entirely being sure about their own.
However, the Transporter was able to stay a calm and collected parent to their child, and had always taught them about mechanics and the like. Now, their child was not an unworthy student. They loved their teachings and always followed along in their parent’s endeavours, learning diligently all the way. However, the child loved a different kind of mechanics. The child had more fun in trap-making and trap-setting.
As the child grew and grew, their love for traps never faded. It was their hobby as they grew in Salem. One day, in their teenage life, the Transporter had to step up and call out a member of crime. It revealed their role to the rest of the mafia, and they knew it would take a toll on their life.
That night, the Transporter approached the Trapper, their child. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to live much longer. The mafia will come and end my life for what I’ve done for our town. Please don’t worry, child.”
But the Trapper did worry. He worried throughout the whole night. They tried to make a trap to calm themselves down. Staring down at the trap, they thought. They came up with a plan for the night.
The next morning, a dead body carrying a bloodied weapon was found stuck in a bear trap on the Transporter’s doorstep.
(Credit to GlassGuy2)
Who would've thought it would have come down to this? The mechanic and his sister stuck in the factory he worked in when he was a child, surrounded by the Mafia. He kept hoping it was a big nightmare, trying to wake up...to no avail. He was a member of the Mafia...but he never liked it. He just wanted enough money to buy a boat and leave the town for a new life for him and his sister. But when the Mafia found out...they saw it as an act of betrayal.
Eventually, the Godfather got tired of waiting. He kicked down the door, entered with his gunmen, and saw two figures huddled in the corner. "Ha, ha, ha...I thought you knew the price of betraying your family..." The men fired at the figures...and what fell over? Instead of two corpses, it was two sandbags with jackets draped over them. Before the Godfather had time to realize what was going on, the loud sound from the gunfire triggered a sensor, sending an electrical signal that activated a blade, cutting a wire, which caused a bin filled with blades, needles, and other sharp objects to fall, killing most of them and leaving the others seriously injured. The mechanic and his sister, hiding behind a machine, quickly took the money from the fallen Mafia members and escaped.
They made it to the docks, finally with enough money to leave the town forever. But just before they boarded their boat... "Sis. Listen to me. I don't deserve to just leave. You had nothing to do with this, but me...I was a member of the Mafia. This is my mess. And I have to clean it up. Alright?" The sister wanted to say something, but she knew her brother. There was no changing his mind. The siblings shared one last hug before the mechanic, now known as the Trapper, ran back to the Town of Salem.
(Credit to MCRBroDJ)
The clean snap of the mechanism makes him smile. His hands work with the careful precision of one who knows his trade well, and he is indeed good at his job, nimble fingers constructing the metallic mouth that yawns at him from the wooden worktop. The cold bite of his trap is reserved only for those who mean harm, the pointed tips able to tear through flesh and bone with the ferocity of a wild beast. It is a deadly contraption that lurks in the doorway of his targets. Any and all attackers meet a quick death as its jaws fasten around them, mercilessly disposing of the would be killer before they can even draw their weapon. His job is not in killing, it is in protection, and he does it well.
(Credit to unsociable)
I whistled quietly as I tied the last few knots, finishing the trap I had set up in front of the sheriffs office: I knew the sheriff was a wanted target and although he failed to stay low I knew deep inside he was a good man and the town needed him.
I inspected my trap one last time before leaving. I used to be a hunter and traps had been my specialty since I was fourteen. I was glad I could put my skills to good use, and it was very much appreciated by the townspeople.
I heard my trap spring as I walked away. Adrenaline ran through my blood. I turned around and saw the silhouette of a sleek man in the center of my trap. I was glad to see it worked, because I usually spent 6 hours building them. 'What were your intentions here?' I asked him with a soft voice, in an attempt not to wake anyone. It was a retorical question. In his hands he held a knife which certainly wasn't meant for spreading butter. I smiled as I walked away, knowing I had done my job and the trap would take care of the rest.
(Credit to Floris482)
He stayed awake in the night, wiring his delicate contraptions. Just a little nick on a spring, a touch of his magic on the trip wire, it made his traps the best in town. Detection traps, lethal traps, they were all at his disposal, with a flick of his wrist and his box of tools. But nobody knew who he was, he was simply the miracle-maker, who stopped the Mafioso in his tracks, to assert the Hypnotist in his place, the person who helped destroy the Mafia.
But now, with the Coven, with rumours of them harnessing the powers of the dead, rumours of the Coven having a person who could turn anyone into stone, rumours of them being able to lay curses on the townspeople, the town needed their own magic. When he adds his final touch, the sun was rising. The bodies of the Jester and Pirate decorated the town square, to his relief. There was still time to set his trap.
(Credit to Nopingout)
The hunter lays a trap for his prey. Alone, only a dog for company, the Trapper entered Salem. Nothing was unusual at first, other than the large post with rope hanging from it in the town centre. He was a Hunter and so left his home to enter the forest. Finding many squirrels, rabbits and bland looking birds to eat he returned to the town and slept, as night had just started. The next day, The Medium was missing. The other townsfolk did not react much when they saw the dead body as The Trapper stood there surprised. A man calling himself the Bodyguard walked over and explained. Salem was terrorised by two deadly groups wishing to destroy them. A coven of witches and a crime group named The Mafia. Was this a calling? He was not sure but he knew he'd do what he could to save this troubled town, using his traps for good.
(Credit to TimeToReap)
An experienced huntsman, skilled in the art of hunting animals in the woods. An expert on any kind of hunting tool, especially traps, his favourite ones. Bear traps, bird traps, whatever, the sensation of placing them and catching a prey was very satisfying.
As time passed, he moved to a new house, one in a town called Salem. Things were going well; a big forest not very far away; nice people on the streets; but shortly after, hell started. The witches, the mafia, and other highly dangerous people attacked the town and infiltrated inside. The entire town (including himself) was in danger!
He decided one night that he was not going to sit there and wait for his death. He wanted to help, be useful, and save himself and the rest of the good people that were still alive. He went to his workshop and looked all around. His eyes stopped on a big bear trap. "Bingo!" He thought as he took it, designed to kill beasts, which is exactly what he was going to hunt now.
He did not waste any time. He took the trap, applied oil, repaired it and modified it. He made the trap big enough so that instead of crushing the leg of its victim, it would crush its torso, killing it. Also, with that size, it would not kill any innocent people. A peaceful visitor would just walk over it and activate it without being harmed. However, a dangerous visitor that entered forcefully would apply enough pressure to trigger the entire trap, being inmobilized and killed in the process.
He spent the entire night working. During the day, the sheriff convinced the town to lynch the blackmailer. Everyone thanked God that a criminal had been eliminated and the trapper knew what to do next.
As the night fell, he took his new invention and walked out. Through the dark streets, he walked to the sheriff's home. He set the trap at the entrance and left as soon as he could, he was going to check it again later.
A few hours passed; the sun was about to come out. Running through the streets, he went to check his trap. As he approached, a smile was drawn on his face as he saw a dead man, crushed by the trap, with a gun right next to his body.
The sun came out and the remaining townies went outside, everyone was happy to see that the mafioso was now dead and the sheriff was safe.
(Credit to Syjfwbaobfwl)