Thread: The Witch and the Alchemist (closed)

Alright, the other site we had this on went bust on us, but we wanted to continue the role-play from where we left off. Here's the whole thing saved in 5 parts on my Livejournal account Our characters thus far Dorelia Dorelia young Dorelia Landon Cane Lanshaved Abigail The Mayor, Peter Medloch Father Justin The judge Susy Paitr Isendre Baba Cain young Alexander Quartette Joey Joey haircut Minor mentions Markus Jeneanne McGregor Jed My last post to get this back and started I implore you, good people of Altara, Father Justin continued. To take a look at the woman before you. If I were to ask you what you see, what would you tell me? Do you see a lovely, vulnerable young woman? Or do you see what I see, brothers and sisters? He had everyone's rapt attention on him, everyone hanging on his every word. I see a young woman, fair of face but with deceit running through every detail. Her hair is short and unkempt. Why? you might ask. Can the woman not care well for herself? Is she so unclean of body and spirit that her hair had to be gotten rid of? The room was silent, but there were nods and stern looks as if he were getting through to them. And how was it cut, brothers and sisters? Do you know? I will tell you, I have seen the woman up close and there are burnt ends. What does this tell us? I know what it says to me. It says she was in a fire of course. Possibly in someone else's town, they tried to bring her to the Lord's justice and she escaped from her fate at the stake! He bellowed the sentence and the crowd responded with angry cheers. He waited for them to fall silent again before going on. When she arrived to this town, brothers and sisters, he began in sober tones. She had on her person some significant items of interest. A staff. A book. And a pointed hat. I have inspected these items very carefully and I have found them to be of a Satanic and occult nature. The book is full of demonic tongues and writings, ancient and terrible. The staff is engraved with symbols and demonic images. And her hat...well, we all know what kind of hats, witches wear. He smiled knowingly and the crowd roared in affirmation. Yes, they knew exactly what kind of hats witches wore. ...Or at least they assumed they did. And finally, my brothers and sisters, he said folding his hands in front of himself in a reverent manner. The last piece of evidence I bring to bear on your thoughts, is that she came here alone. These are hard times for a woman to be traveling without companions for protection. Unless she was under the protection of the powers of evil and the bride of Satan. You must ask yourselves some deep thoughtful questions, brothers and sisters. Let your minds not wander or be strayed away from the facts. Be diligent as you consider, these things and make your decision wisely. And with that he bowed his head humbly and stepped back to sit in a seat in the front of the room on the other side of the Mayor. There was an awestruck silence as the priest seated himself, the people's gazes hard and thoughtful. The way he spoke, many of the people felt like he was only addressing them, like they were the only person in the room. That was the effect the priest had on these people and Lan could see it. But he wouldn't give up. Reason and logic could still win. Blowing out a heavy breath from his lips, Lan stood and straightened his jacket as he walked into the middle of the room. I won't lie to you, my friends and my neighbors, he began. His voice was strong and confident, taking on the professional tone he always used. It wasn't as strong or have the same effect as the priest's, but it did have it's own power and strength to it. When Father Justin presents cold hard facts, he does so thoroughly. And from the sounds of things, it's pretty damning proof. He pressed a hand to his chest and nodded his head almost as if he were agreeing with the points the priest has made. But could it be, that he's possibly biased by his station? Possibly he missed something. I admit that when I look at this woman I see some of the same things he sees and possibly you see. But dare we look deeper? He looked at the girl and pointed his hand indicating her for the crowd. The people hung on his every word as well and were fixated on him as he strode the hall talking. Sure, it's unusual for a woman to have short hair and the burnt ends is suspicious. But let me ask you, could it have been an accident? She may be guilty of being clumsy, but that doesn't make her a witch. And what of the items she brought with her? The book I looked through myself, and indeed there were strange writings within that I've never seen before. But in my travels afar I have seen many different writings that I do not understand that were written in different languages. Even I write in a way that many of you would not comprehend though you can read. It's called Math. Am I a witch because I write equations and theories? I have also gotten a look at her staff and her hat. Frankly, the hat is just a hat and the images engraved in the staff are nothing more than doodles by someone who likes to whittle wood. He had his hands in his pockets and started a little when he felt the journal entry crinkle but he went on without missing a beat. As for her traveling alone. I've got nothing to say to that except that being alone doesn't mean you're married to the Devil. It means you're alone. That's it. So she doesn't have anybody with her to take care of her. Let's not punish her more after being abandoned by anyone who would lend a hand. The crowd was murmuring and nodding to his words. He was getting them to think and use their heads and not jump to conclusions based on emotions. With that he sat down in his seat and the judge turned to the girl. At this time, we'll hear from the accused as she tries to defend herself. He nodded at her with a scowl. You may speak.