The Salem Witch Trials

[Roland Gilliad]

*he grasped her softly as they ran* Do not Worry Childe..All will be well soon..*Letting out three whistles, and pointing in the opposate direction they were going, he ran again* That will throw them off for a while, *his eyes glittered almost magicly* Hurry, We need to get to the very edge of this town..Some friends will be waiting...*he Quickly picked her up and ran like the dickens, Going faster than any mortal should be going*

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

Had frozen as she was confronted by the two men. Both of them strangers.... one more stranger than most. At being called a witch she had taken offence... and her stomach had clenched with fear. She was no witch... witches were evil... and she was frightened... so frightened.

She couldn't utter a word. Her whole being wanted to run but these two men would surely easily capture her again. Mute with fear she allowed them to hurry her along. The strange one sending out a call that seemed to project away from them. So strange. She shivered at the words of comfort.

The feel of the air rushing by was startling... as was the ease in which she had been gathered up. She was small yes, at 5'4"... and perhaps dainty... but she was sure she must weigh more than the man's ease justified. She swallowed painfully. Her eyes darting left to right... hoping that she would survive. For that was the strongest emotion she felt... a burning need to survive...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He smiled at her as they pulled away from their trailing friend* Some Mortals Dont Realize...Well, They Cant keep up..*he shrugged and kept running* Oh and Not all witches are Evil, there are witches and then there are Witches, They can be alike or Different, You my Dear are a Witch, A Good Witch, So Please Try not to scorn the term too much in your mind, you will find soon enough that being a witch is not all that bad, I bet you'll enjoy it *he winked* Dont worry, I take care of my own, You may Call me Rolando, And Nothing else please, You want To Survive? Please My dear do Not look so shocked, It doesnt become you, I know many things, and can See what Many Mortals Cant see? Why You Ask I Am refering to them as Mortals? because I am a Wizard My Dear, A Warlock to Be Precise, And I am above your normal, everyday, witch-fearing Human, And You Are Too, All you need to do is learn...*He continued to run, he noticed her deep silence, then she opened her mouth to speak..*

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... digested this information silently before opening her mouth to speak. She had a stubborn set to her jaw that her brothers knew all too well.

"I'm not a witch!" Was all she said in a flash of defiance that bellied her otherwise sweet features. She glanced over her shoulder at the other man who was indeed lagging behind them. Suddenly she started kicking and wiggling to escape the Warlock Rolando's arms. He looked down at her startled slowing his speed. He placed her on the ground and stared at her curiously.

Trinity stomped her foot angrily. "I'm not going anywhere with you... I'm no witch... and I'll not learn from the likes of you!" He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him again... "and if yer so good at reading my mind you'll know I MEAN it!" Rolando paused as he looked at her. She certainly had a stubborn set to her as she scowled at him. He grinned. Her eyes widened in surprise at this unexpected response from him. She had expected annoyance or anger... not amusement.

"What's so funny?"

 

[poohlive]

Garret felt the arrow hit his shin. He fell down, sprawling against the cool grass.
"I got the witch."
Garret rose, showing his face, "I am not the witch."
A woman shrieked, "He is a witch. I can feel the hate in his heart."
Garret's eyes widened. They had really thought him to be the witch. He shook his head, "You all know me. I am not..."
They kicked him, till he was silent. Garret cursed that man for whistling, and telling the mob of their position. Of course they would follow three people running into the night. What kind of magaician was this fellow.
Garret at least felt half comforted, the real waitch was going to get the help and care she needed. He was picked up, and tied in chains.
"You will burn for your crimes, witch."
A tear downed on his face, she was safe.
(warlock Roland? Warlocks are trolls, who guard bridges... they don't have any magic... lol, I think you need to get your stories straight. A warlock is a viking myth, a troll-like being, who is called a guardian, lol, he guards something, he doesn't posses any magic)

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(*SLAP* So kill me, Magician, Wizard, BAAAAAAH! I keep Forgeting Proper Terms!)
*Roland whizzed around* Fuck. *he muttered and dashed off* Dont Run, I'll Find you and so will they if you do, Hide, Im Going to save our little friend..*he leaped into the trees and dashed across them, leaping from tree to tree, His eyes glowing yellow, and he seemed to move like a cat, He came to the clearing where they were cursing him, too many...damn....he Reached into his pouch, hoping he had a few flash pellets, that would provide AMPLE Cover for this one to get away...wait a second...* HES NO WITCH!*he cried out, standing up, looking menacing and deadly, The towns people cowered* You want a witch? *his face, half obscured by the tree grinned* Come and Get Me. *He Threw the pellets on the ground and ran off through the trees, the towns people in tow, That would give the innocent time to flee, he'd return to her soon, he just hoped to allah, or god, or witchever one of them was watching over him right now, Would take care of the both of them, he mearly whacked himself, they were way too slow for a rampaging Mob, But they were fast enough, he left all the signs, broken branches, and footprints, he backtracked a ways, then hit the ground and dashed off silently, they'd follow the false trail, but by the time they figured out he'd given them the slip, he would have both of his friends, and they would be long gone to the next town over, no one would recognize him, he came back to trinity and stopped for a moment, allowing himself to rest for a minute* Do You want To Live Trinity? Do you want To Keep Your Own Life? You can Awanser me like this..*he said, turning on his heel* You can Trust my Judgement for now, and see what you can see about REAL witches, We're going to save your friend, once we're safely out of town, I'll let you decide where to go...*He peered off, they left guards by the man, He cursed himself inwardly, oh how he hated bloodshed.*
Is that acceptable?

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity....

heard the mob not far down the path and she almost screamed. They were all townspeople she knew but the turned into something completely alien and ugly when they formed a group like that. Faceless they were and full of hatred. Rolando had fled... drawing them away... she considered running but Rolando's words stayed with her. Still... the other man... was he hurt? She forgot her fear immediately. Her need to care for any hurt or sick thing overwhelmingly strong.

She didn't hide but went back down the path. At first she didn't see him he was muddy and still on the earth where they had kicked him. Finally she noticed him and hurried to his side. She touched his head lightly almost fearful that he was dead. He felt warm and her sensitive touch felt the life in him still... his strong heartbeat was steady. She felt pain though. Gingerly she pushed him over onto his back. He groaned. She bit her lip wishing she had brought her herb satchel with her. She glanced around and gathered up some moss to clean the blood from his cuts. She hummed to herself as she worked... a soothing tune... and soon the pinched look of pain left his face and he breathed more easily. She rested on hand against his forehead and continued her tune... her hand tingled and she smiled without realising what she did. He stirred beneath her touch.

 

[poohlive]

It was a dark deep pool. Garret reckognized it immediately. Death, it had finally come for him. He accepted it, going into the cold pool, and allowing it to consume him.
No, something was pulling him back, he fought. There was such calm, and much peace at the pool, but the force pulling him was stronger. Garret came back to the land of the living. He opened his eyes, onaware of him groaning loudly.
"Where... is the old man?"
She nodded to the east, a large set of footprints led that way. Garret nodded, falling back to his laying position. He breahted in deeply, death was amazing, but life, life was so much better.
Garret looked at the witch. A smile hit his lips, she was but a child. womanhood had barely touched her. Garret could see she might be 17, if that.
The man ran back in through the bushes.
"We have plenty of time now, I gave them a false path. They are pretty slow for a mob."
Garret's eyes glared at the man, "They are slow because they are the best trackers around here. Unless you somehow grabbed a duck, or swam a lake, they foll..."
As if to finish his sentence a yell pierced the night. Garret sat up, he didn't know where it came from.
The old man had better ears, "Quickly this way."
He headed to the right, but a scream came from that direction as he ran. The witch simply lowered her head, sobbing. Garret hugged her comfortably.
"Come on, it won't be all that bad. Shhh.... shhhh."
The old man looked inside a pouch, Garret shook his head at the man. Even when facing death, he was determined.
"Just stay behind me."
Garret chuckled, there was no behind. There were close to 20 men surrounding them now. Women held up torches, to see better. The sickly glow seemed to accent their features.
Garret yelled at the man, "Don't.. let it go. We can fight them another time."
The man argued but Garret cut his breath short, "Save it for another day. The battle is lost, but the war isn't over."
He glared at the man evilly, but the words seemed to hit home. He lowered whatever was in his hands.
The men pounced upon them.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Rolando Lifted a Horn To His Lips And Let Out A Tremendous Trumpet call, It Echoed Through the Forest and Hillsides, It could be heard for miles and miles around, they fell back momentarily but they wouldnt for long and he smirked* Any Witch That Could Hear that Knows to Get away...*He dropped the horn, wishing for his daggers right now* Heh...I'd Take you all....But My Friend here...*He sighs and puts his hands up, he was knocked in the head, and thrown to the ground and bound quickly, thoughts racing through his head, the others would get away, but the leader would stay...*

 

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