Fan-Made Lore Entries

This page consists of a collection of every fan made lore entry made by the contributors to this wiki. These are not official, and their authors are noted below the stories themselves. There were multiple stories for some roles, but only the more liked stories of the bunch are present on the wiki.

###### Townies

The Townies have been around for as long as the Town of Salem has been. Whoever built the Town has long since passed away, but the Town Roles they used to assign to their Townies have been passed down generation to generation, with a few new iterations showing up and new roles appearing from the brilliant minds that occasionally graced the Town. Legend has it, the very first "Town" that Salem had was completely free of criminals and evildoers. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

The Town had already been through one wave of evil years back from now. Somehow, the Town survived the atrocious evils that passed through, even overcoming the blood red nights that the Necronomicon brought upon Salem a few days after it was introduced. They thought they had banished both the Necronomicon and the criminals from their Town for good, yet fate had other ideas.

The Necronomicon has returned, backed by a horrific onslaught of the Town's past adversaries, their goals conjoined under red moonlight, and signed in scarlet fire by their founder, the Necromancer in the absence of their Coven Leader. Once more, they've blended their monochrome hearts into the gold of the Town's purest souls, and few can tell the difference. Murder is on the horizon, and the Necronomicon has an iron grip of the whole town, capable of suffocating the Town with horrible Spells that can spell doom for them all. Without the distrust and conflicting objectives that kept the evildoers apart before, the Traitors were stronger than ever.

If the Town has any hope to return to its former peace, the Witch Trials must return, and the Necronomicon must be banished again, for good. Unfortunately, the rude awakening of the Necronomicon has left the Town in no state to perform the ritual. Now, they must complete the preparations and banish the Necronomicon from Salem forever, before the efforts of them and their ancestors are reduced to dust by the Traitors in Salem.

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Traitors

The Coven was haphazardly formed during the Town of Salem's quarrels with the Mafia and the neutral individuals who were forwarding their own agenda. The leader of the Coven, the Coven Leader, was formerly a Witch that used to assist any other factions that were against the Town. The Witch despised the Town for many reasons, and wanted to live to see them burn, which is why they decided to break off from the tactic of jeopardising their identity by attempting to contact other factions, and instead create their very own as the Coven Leader.

Every member of the Coven was fished from a different sector of the game that was life. They all started innocent, but were led down the path of malice for one reason or another. Some members didn't even hate the Town, instead driven by selfish desires, and while the Coven Leader didn't consider themselves selfish, her Coven was already low on members, so they were tolerated. When the Town finally banished the Necronomicon from Salem, the Coven Leader just left. Not a word of appreciation or farewell was found. She disappeared in the same manner as her victims.

While a few members of the Coven left for other ventures, three members stayed, most importantly, the Necromancer. The Necromancer, along with their two associates, began seeking and recruiting whatever evil still lingered in the land around Salem. The Arsonist willingly joined the Traitors, the Serial Killer found his way in and among other guests, the Necromancer managed to make a few recruits out of lingering souls and unsettled qualms. Anything malleable in them was abused. In the end, they had 15 members, and with the return of the Necronomicon, it was their time to act. This time, the Town would finally burn to the ground. With the Traitors working as one and the Necronomicon watching, there was surely no hope.

Despite the Coven Leader's absence, the present Coven members still somehow felt her presence. They could still feel her delight, poisoning the air... why?

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Sheriff

After the first murder took place and the Lookout was lynched for suspicion of being a traitor, the Sheriff was reading papers, documents and other important stuff, when someone knocked on his door. The Sheriff said "Come in." It was the Mayor, who with a face of fear begged for his help in a long conversation. The Sheriff said "Its alright, I will look into this," as he putted on his famous gold star in his uniform.

Outside, the Vigilante and the Investigator were talking about what to do about banishing the Necronomicon. The Sheriff walked up to them and asked: "May I borrow the Investigator for a minute?" Both the Vigilante and the Investigator agreed.

The Sheriff and the Investigator walked into the Sheriff's office. Then the Sheriff began the interrogation.

Sheriff: So, do you know anything about these murders?

Investigator: Ummm, no? I was collecting fruit for Jaqueline just now.

Sheriff: Where were you before the incident happened?

Investigator: I was in the cave when the incident took place?

Investigator: I never even went near the mansion.

Sheriff: and when did I say where the corpse was?

Investigator: Ummm-?

Sheriff: There is no way you knew where the body was without someone saying it.

Investigator: well, I was in the graveyard and the ghost said that the guy was in the unreported dead list and died on Mansion.

Sheriff: Didn't you said that you were collecting fruit for Jaqueline?

Investigator: WAIT, I can explain.

Sheriff: That's it, I'll let the town deal with you.

Calling a town meeting, the Sheriff accused the Investigator of being a Traitor with this information and the Town agreed, leading to his death. Looking back on the interrogation, the Sheriff felt that his actions were too harsh that he swore off doing any more interrogations.

*-Unofficial lore by sl1myoshi#3272*

###### Tracker

Supernatural can only be countered by itself.

Mrs Putnam didn't trust the Church to be able to face off the threat of the Necronomicon by themselves, and as such she called upon the Tracker who was investigating ghost sightings nearby with his trusty dog Bleu. Tracker raised Bleu to be able to detect and follow the soul trace of anyone, although said trace dissipates rather fast in living areas, such as Salem.

Wraith beware as the Tracker is aware of your presence in town.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Seer

The first-born of the 3 sisters. Her Psychic mother lost most of her mind during the events that shook Salem 50 years ago, although the love for the Medium was still felt beyond the years. Her husband understood the pain, and gave her triplets to teach her arts to. The second gained an empathy so great she could feel someone dying anywhere in town, the youngest seemed to have gain the dead's attention while the Seer gained the ability to feel the differences between people. Her broken mother helped the Seer as she could, giving the Seer her tarot card deck as a catalyst as she felt the return of the Necronomicon. The Seer became aware of possessed people and knew there was a difference between them and normal people, but what is it? Only experience shall tell.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Investigator

The wood outside was deathly cold. The Night had fallen just an hour before, and already, the breath of the Townies could be seen in the cold air. Any lick of blood that could be linked to a horrid crime would surely go cold within mere minutes, becoming impossible to figure out the time of a death. Combine that with the Coroner that poked around in places they shouldn't, getting blood on themselves and the few Townies that hunted wildlife for food, and trying to solve a crime was like trying to figure out which needle in a haystack poked your left eye out, albeit the Investigator would rather know who poked his left eye out. Not that the Investigator lacked a left eye, rather that he had an eye for just taking a look at blood on passing Townies and immediately knowing if it was fresh or cold.

This ability of his came extremely useful one Thursday night, at 10:37pm. The Investigator was busy "carefully" chopping wood at the Farm when a shadowed figure could be seen in his peripheral, walking at a seemingly normal pace from the direction of the Mansion to the Caves. The Investigator, without turning, pretended to rest the axe on the floor and take a breather, while intently examining the passing man. He noticed a slight fidget of nervousness, and decided to play it smart.

The Investigator turned around, walking away from the stump in the direction of the Town Square, passing right behind the shadow as it walked along. He noticed blood, glimmering off the moon's light on the very edge of the figure's shirt, and through split second analysis, knew it had to be about 8 seconds old, from a human, and from a deep wound caused by a sharp weapon that would cause such a splatter. Walking back to town as the figure disappeared into the fog, the Investigator snooped around for the confirmed Sheriff, and found him with the Fortune Teller in the Tavern.

When day broke, the Prosecutor immediately sentenced the man to trial. A 7-0 guilty verdict sent them to the gallows.

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Medium

The last-born of the 3 sisters. Her Psychic mother lost most of her mind during the events that shook Salem 50 years ago, although the love for the Medium was still felt beyond the years. Her husband understood the pain, and gave her triplets to teach her arts to. The eldest became capable of feeling the difference between a possessed and a non-possessed, the second gained an empathy so great she could feel someone dying anywhere in town while the Medium gained the support of the previous Medium. Although she couldn't listen to any other dead like her teacher did, she absorbed the final miracle's knowledge, and perfected it as she grew up. Only upon her own death will she knows if it truly was as perfect as she hopes.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Mayor

Salem was always an outspoken town, with those refusing to speak always targeted more than those who yell the loudest. The Mayor, however, has always tried to do both. He knew that he was viewed as, well, controversial at best. His cowardly strategies and overuse of his political power made some people wish for his death. Yet, whenever the Mayor finally decided to make a bold decision, the town tended to follow.

However, he eventually had to face an inevitability, Election Day. While he tried to remind people of the victory he helped achieve against the Mafia and Coven, the votes ended up being split down the middle. It was a deadlock, either side could win at any moment.

But at the most inconvenient time, it returned. The Coven was back, albeit under a different name. The town was once again under attack, and the two candidates struck a deal with each other. They would both act as if they won, but only announce it when they felt it necessary. Then, once the traitors were all lynched, they could continue the election on who was the real Mayor. While they seemed to have a common enemy, both Mayors knew that the shenanigans wouldn’t stop at the election, and that they would have to both watch their back once again.

Then again, being an intimidating target doesn’t always lead to death. Sometimes it leads to much more interesting outcomes…

*-Unofficial lore by walliam#5403*

###### Vigilante

Like father, like son. No generation is spared from the Necronomicon's curse. His father fought against the evil within Town like he could, but now that he disappeared, it's the son's job to do it. Took up arms and headed to Salem where news of his father was last heard of, only to discover the Necronomicon is back. Hiding in plain sight, he seeks the Traitors to eliminate them, having perfected the weapon his father left him.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Veteran

Having survived both a war, a Mafia trying to overtake Town and the first Necronomicon chaos, the Veteran grew weary of everything but his age is catching up to him.  As the Necronomicon surfaced again, the Veteran was already very old, only able to keeping battle focus for a few seconds at best.

He knows of all the legends and history of Town, yet nobody believed him. Until now, when it's too late to prepare as evil came again.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Prosecutor

Salem had a complicated legal history with it's witch trials and as such, the Prosecutor was called over to take charge of the legal system in stead of the Mayor.

The Prosecutor was famous in the capital for the numerous cases he solved through intuition, legal means and loopholes. When the King asked him to take over the legal system of Salem, he saw an opportunity and took it. Years passed as he grew his power over the town until rivaling with the Mayor himself. Unfortunately, news of the return of the Necronomicon shook fear into Town and the Prosecutor had to hide himself from the crazed townies. He knew how many enemies this Town had, but not how powerful they were...

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### King

King of the world. That’s what he’s always seen himself as, and that’s who he is.

He’d run off from his roots decades ago to become king of a country that he doesn’t mention to anyone. Apparently it’s a “secret”. He never told anyone.

But, after an embarrassing exile over an extremely diabolical incident, he came back home to Salem, humiliated and feeling like he’d failed himself. He got a dream opportunity, and blew it. He had nothing else to do, nothing to live for. Well, that is until something unexpected came a-brewing.

There was a sighting that a fellow townsperson found. A book, with a singular eye and tentacles creeping through the pages, slimy and icky. It wasn’t new as much crazier had happened hundreds of years ago during the Witch Trials. A Mafia somehow coming about, a Coven that was merciless and got what they wanted with their magical potions and magick. And the many Neutrals that had caused overall havoc.

But this sighting was up there. The townsperson had also seen townspeople right by his side, eyes devoid of life and bodies limp. One had a matchstick with fire licking the end. Another, had ghouls right by their side, ready to fight. The last figure had potions, probably poisons that could injure, or kill. The person had come back to town and screamed mayday, and the King reveled. He had a new opportunity to prove himself to the world, and this was it. To save the town from these wicked, devoid beings being controlled by a mysterious figure. Just like the stories his Pa told him! He was ready, not knowing that this was a game of life and death regardless. But, he wasn’t a leader in this town. He was just a normal townsperson with a royal backstory.

So he had gone to the Mayor with a proposition. He could knight one person who he trusted to lead the Town just in case these evils found a way to blend in with the town…or if they were the town themselves. This knight also had more votes than the average townsperson, and could decimate an evil’s chances of surviving. The Mayor has initially questioned this debate, as he could knight an evil and then give them the advantage. The “King” had brushed this off as a one-percent chance, and they shook hands on it and accepted the deal.

The “King”, was now the King of Salem. Time for redemption.

*-Unofficial lore by ArtisteBleu#0420*

###### Transporter

This infamous member of the town was once a loyal killing machine, a traitor who seeks revenge for his dead mother. He lacked abilities but nevertheless he was determined. Day by day, night by night, the town slowly fell apart. More and more members joined the group, some was capable of playing tricks, while others could disappear in a blink of an eye. He would constantly get mocked due to his lack of abilities, but nonetheless, he didn't bat an eye.

One day, the Necromancer announced that the Traitor will be kicked from the group, she explained how he lacked abilities and was practically useless. He was shocked. He begged the Necromancer to take him back in but she declined his wishes. He then packed his belongings while filled with sadness and dissapointment. He heard her talking about his mother on the other room before revealing she was the murderer. He was enraged. He ran as fast as posibble from the place before looking for the Town's Mayor.

A few hours after searching, he found the Mayor talking with the local Vigilante. He asked if he could talk with them and they agreed. he then explained his situtation to them, before further explaining that he learnt how to make use of the teleporters during his time as a Traitor telling them that he could make use of those since no other Townie has learnt how to use it. They were hesitant at first but after a lot of convincing, they decided to take him in.

The whole town heard the news about the identity of the new Transporter in town, everyone had very conflicting opinions. Some wanted to keep him while the others wanted him executed. One or the other, he will make sure that Necromancer will pay the price.

*-Unofficial lore by NotDarkNeonBTW#3196*

###### Coroner

Between the times of Salem and the days of the Traitors, the roles that Townies were assigned during working days were reviewed many times. There had already been a review in the middle of the Salem days, and from that the Trapper, Tracker and Psychic were enlisted, so surely another one couldn't hurt, right?

The Doctor was seen as an imperative piece of the Town, and one of the main reasons the Town made it through the crisis, which is why it sent the Town into uproar when it was read from an anonymous letter written by the still-in-hiding Mayor that the Doctor was to be retired and replaced with a more "efficient" role that would "Help the town find and rid of evildoers faster, reducing the amount of healing that needed to be done", which everyone found ridiculous, as it essentially meant they were trading lives for info. Ignoring the irony of the previous statement, the Mayor's word, for the sake of order, was taken as gospel, and the Doctor was retired and replaced with the Coroner, an individual capable of performing an autopsy on a deceased corpse and running it against a living person to determine if that living person was the murderer.

The new Coroner, for lack of a better word, was a klutz. They immediately began making everyone's life harder than it needed to be, as they frantically looked for someone to perform an autopsy on. They constantly insisted on practicing their craft, which was an awful sight for the Mayor and King to bear witness to, and constantly confused the Investigator, who kept making calls to the Sheriff and Prosecutor that all led back to the Coroner. Despite their utility, many would've liked them outed from the Town, few may have even secretly wanted to outright lynch them.

When the Traitors and the Necronomicon returned to Salem, the Coroner did manage to get a match, and down the gallows went the Wildling. While some were happy with this, others could only think about the people that were lost along the way.

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Saint

When he was a child, the little boy had a beautiful life. Everyone loved him due to his kindess and intelligence. His mother was one of the most infamous retributionist in town. They would travel around town, greeting everyone they meet, use magic and spells to help people in need, and even letting families see their dead loved ones.

That is until one day, he woke up with a terrified look. His mother was dead, lying on her bed. She was assumed to be killed by one of the members of the so called Coven as there were traces of dark magic, Curses and poison all around the house. But even after his mother's death, he would continue doing his work, following his mother's footsteps, helping around Salem as that is what he does best.

Years later, news of the Necronomicion rising from it's shambles spread, an ancient magic that was sealed long ago. He wanted to help, he tried to learn everything his mother did back in the days but to no avail. He knew his mother was one of the few people that sealed the Necronomicon, so surely he'd find something. He looked around and found what he needed, an old spell used to weaken the Necronomicon. But he required a sacrifice, a holy soul of purity. He was hesitant at first but nevertheless he did the unthinkable, he was going to be the sacrifice. He was found dead on the floor the next day and everyone who found out about the news was in sorrow, but the effort was not in vain. Ever since that day, all chaos caused by the Necronomicon had slowed down by a signifiant amount. No one knew why and how but nonetheless the townspeople cheered. He was happy, the Saint was happy.

*-Unofficial lore by NotDarkNeonBTW#3196*

###### Lookout

A watcher, a scout, a lookout. Whatever anyone calls him, he has always been know for being observant, paying attention to every little detail. He would witness bizzare things during his job, ranging from protection, interrogation, and even death itself. He has seen them all. No matter how brutal it was he didn't bat an eye. He only cared about one thing and that was to watch, observe. Days passed and one by one, little by little, the Mafia, the Coven, and other factions forwarding their own goals slowly vanished thanks to the Lookout. Nobody praised his work however and instead, the so called Mayor of the town was given credit for the work he did. He left the town a few days later, realizing the true colors of the selfish Mayor.

It has been many years since the Lookout has left Salem. He would always sit in his chair, reminiscing the old days. That is until the Mayor of Salem came to his place, asking for his help as an old ancient magic has broke free from it's prison. He declined his offer, reminding the Mayor of his past actions. The Mayor apologized, begging him to join as the town was in great danger and needed as much help as they could. After enough convincing, the Lookout gave in and agreed to help. This time however, it would be different as he needed to roam around Salem, dispel magic and do rituals to force the Necronomicon back to it's hell. Which means he won't be as safe as he was before, putting his life on the line. But nevertheless, he was ready and entered the town with his old tool in hand before once again returning to this game of life and death.

*-Unofficial lore by NotDarkNeonBTW#3196*

###### Psychic

The second-born of the 3 sisters. Her Psychic mother lost most of her mind during the events that shook Salem 50 years ago, although the love for the Medium was still felt beyond the years. Her husband understood the pain, and gave her triplets to teach her arts to. The eldest became capable of feeling the difference between a possessed and a non-possessed, the youngest seemed to have gain the dead's attention while the Psychic gained an empathy beyond compare. She did not receive much attention from her mother, although her father supported her through her growing up phase so she stays a gentle person able to negate the damage her empathy could give her. A barrier installed itself in her mind as her empathy got locked up for her own sake, leaving her only capable of feeling the last breath of anyone in an impressive radius.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Arsonist

Fire is both a benediction and a curse. It destroys as much as it creates.

The Arsonist was once a lamplighter, but an accident made him burn down the old bridge separating Town centre and the Farm. Locked up for this crime, all he could see was the flame of the torch in front of his cell. Beautiful flame, but not as beautiful as the one that engulfed the bridge.

Upon his release, all he could think about was flames. So obsessed, to the point where he had to be thrown out of the Mansion multiple times for intruding to watch the lit fireplace.

When the whispers of the Necronomicon made themselves heard, he gave in to his obsession with a new target for the flames: bodies.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Poisoner

All those years ago after the Coven was disbanded and everyone had fled Salem once and for all, only a few remained, burdened by the guilt of their doings. But not her.

The Poisoner still wanders that very forest; the one where she found an old woman, the one who took her in when no one else would, the one who took her in after she was mocked and ridiculed everyday, The Coven Leader. She remembers how when everyone shunned her, everyone laughed at her, the Coven Leader took her in with open arms. Fueled with these toxic memories and revenge, the Poisoner keeps creating even stronger concoctions, stronger than the ones that plagued the town all those years ago with the hope to finally get her revenge on Salem. Those same people who would laugh at and bully her would finally get a taste of their own medicine.

Concocting even deadlier poisons with unimaginable side effects capable of killing in the masses she finally did it, she's finally going to get her revenge. All those years of slaving away, creating the perfect brew is finally going to pay off. Hearing that the necronomicon returned to Salem, she knows what she must do. She is going to do it.

She's finally going to get her revenge...

*-Unofficial lore by !Tidepod.Vomit#8375*

###### Disguiser

This artist was once a member of the Mafia, but when the threat of the Necronomicon disappeared, the Godfather fled from Salem, leaving previously Mafia members confused and without support.

While most tried to go back into a normal life, the Disguiser went up to the disbanded Coven to ask if they could team up against the Town once there was signs of the Necronomicon returning. Upon a treaty with them and the Necronomicon was created, she saw her ability to mimic people become more focused on herself yet perfected.

She no longer seemed like another, she became another for a small amount of time. May the curtains rise on a scene of innocent blood.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Illusionist

After a while, the County Fair seems to be competing with itself. All the different lights and colors, grasping for attention, and with each passing month they get brighter. Yet most prominent, in the center of it all was The Illusionist, a magician with more than a few aces up his sleeve. He was clever how he went about it, having various sets made with actions in mind. A hidden trapdoor here, a few discreet pulleys there. The ordeal amazed the crowds, and they always came back, wanting something more. But cut to three years and the act grew stale. The mob that once adored him merely passing by his tent. The fair had became even brighter, and new contraptions were added to the chaos every day. Perhaps it was time to move on…

But he couldn’t. Though the crowds had betrayed him, he knew that they would return. “They were simply ‘taking a break’ to see the less wondrous attractions” he thought to himself. It was only a matter of time until everyone came crawling back to him, pleading for one more show. They just needed something to open their eyes…

“County Fair Incinerated by an Unknown Assailant. 7 dead and many injured” The headline sparked confusion in the town, as people started to point fingers at who may have done such a thing. Yet the Illusionist stayed quiet, only showing a slight smile on his face. He knew who burned down the fair, and he saw the flames they created; vibrant walls of orange with the occasional flash of purple. It wasn’t just a fire, it was a performance, a spectacle from beyond the mortal plane. The next night he visited said Arsonist, and asked him where such power came from. At first they threatened to kill him, to lock him in the building and set the place ablaze. However, after a hooded figure entered the scene, the Arsonist realized the uses for the Illusionist's slight of hand. All it took was a bit of reading, and the Illusionists magic tricks were grander then ever. Death defying escapes from prisons, potential witnesses disappearing before your eyes.

Though the town was screaming in terror, at least they were screaming for him.

*-Unofficial lore by walliam#5403*

###### Wraith

Whoosh.

The Wraith, as he called himself, had cloaked himself once again to hide from his pursuers, as two figures had been chasing him for ages. He’d run off from his little hut outside Salem to the mysterious woods to escape them, and he knew why they were going after him. He was frowned upon in the town for his power to go invisible, and people had pursued him for years, to either take advantage of him, or get rid of him completely, of which he wanted nothing of either. So, he ran from all and anyone that pursued him in his path of survival, which was usually a townsperson who wanted him out, or at the least for themselves. Living on the lam, they call it. But this was different. These people seemed deadly. Usually these people didn’t chase him with a weapon. But now he was running as bottles broke in front and behind him, as purple mist clouded his surroundings. They were out for a hunt, and they wanted to end this fast, it seemed. That was the last thought he had before he blacked out.

He’d roused in another building, shackled to his bed, unable to move. Definitely was not home, which meant that he was captured. He thought about the word for a bit. Captured. Which meant he’d failed his mission to never get caught by anyone, but that didn’t mean he had to comply, even though it could mean torture and death, but did he really have anything to live for? His family perished years ago at the hands of vengeful townspeople who were envious of him, which led him to this cat-and-mouse lifestyle in the first place. At that moment, two people came up to his bed, peered at him for a brief moment, and then departed to the hallways where he heard them converse among themselves.

“This was the man we needed, right? The person who can turn invisible?”

“Yep. Thank goodness we didn’t chase the wrong man, or those hours would have not been worth it.”

“Okay, we need to go get the book in here to deal with him. The more manpower, the better.”

He gritted his teeth. He had to get out of here before that book got to him first. He panicked and floundered for something that could help him get a grip on how to get out as murmurs and other noises had gotten closer to him. He tried to go invisible, but he didn’t have the strength to, he had been exhausted, stressed, and malnourished. His stomach was in knots and the noises seemed only a few seconds away. He tried to writhe one last time… But it was too late. Sooner or later a book with one eye and slimy tentacles slithering out of the pages had got to him, and with one move, he subdued him. His vision began to blur away, whilst he tried fighting until the last second. He was a fighter, a hero, and he would never give up. This was his life on the line, and that wasn’t about to end here…now! But it did, as his eyes closed, and that was the last time he was a free thinker.

His eyes were devoid of life the next time the Town would see him. He would attack for the Necronomicon, as the book was called, and only them. He would not listen to anyone else. He didn’t have any thoughts, besides causing chaos in the town and bringing the town to their knees for good. Appear, kill, disappear. This was his life now. He’d die for the Necronomicon. As long as the Town perishes.

*-Unofficial lore by ArtisteBleu#0420*

###### Serial Killer

When he was born, the Serial Killer was diagnosed with a mental condition which haunted his fate years later. When he was growing up, he was known for being a violent and rude person. At 19 years of age, he lost his family in a car accident triggering his killing spree. Eventually, the Sheriff caught on and he was sentenced to life for prison for his crimes.

One day, the Serial Killer could feel the return of the Necronomicon, so he fabricated a knife and killed all the guards in the prison, eventually making his escape. Eventually upon his return to Salem, he stumbled upon the Traitors who with the Necronomicon, could assist him in achieving his destiny. Destroy the Town.

*-Unofficial lore by sl1myoshi#3272*

###### Hex Master

It had been years since the heyday of the Witch Trials and the Town of Salem. The Coven, having failed to destroy the Town of Salem despite their best efforts, had since partially disbanded after the mysterious disappearance of the Coven Leader, alongside their source of power, the Necronomicon. While the Medusa and the Potion Master bid the group farewell and parted their own ways, the last three remaining members of the Coven still stayed together, hoping one day vainly that the Necronomicon would return to grant them one final chance at ridding Salem from the world.

Years later, that day came, and the wretched power of that prophetic book finally consumed Salem's light, ready once again to unleash its dark power.

The Hex Master, having still maintained practice of her Grandmother's deadly curse, was thrilled to finally get the chance to use her Hex's power after the Townies stopped her before. However, since the disappearance of the Necronomicon, she had been obsessively experimenting with her Hexes in order to find a more... efficient means to wipe Salem out, and her dedication had paid off.

She'd conjured a twisted version of her original Hex, one which valued its power over its defense. This new Hex was capable of mass destruction if allowed ample time to activate, however, to garner this strength, it needed to harness the power of one of the Necromancer's Totems in Salem to do so, making it easily prone to interruption by the disgusting hands of the Townies. She would need a distraction if it were to ever work.

Fortunately for her, she needn't worry about the lack of a distraction for long. Not after she'd realized just how many dangerous enemies this Town had made in its grim past...

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Cultist

Some say our bodies are vessels for our souls, but what happens then when we have a body without a soul? Meet the Cultist, a normal Joe who lacked a soul of his own until the Necronomicon resurfaced. The empty vessel that is the Cultist was perfect for the Necronomicon to puppeeter and whisper through, leading astray Townies from their original goal.

*-Unofficial lore by Bonkoul#3143*

###### Necromancer

It had been so many years since the days of Salem. It had been far too many more since the loss of her father. The Necromancer's finger tapped faster and faster at the thought. She, along with what was left of the Coven, were being driven mad, hearing of the Town's restored peace, the stories of kindness and order that made their way out of Salem and to their old hideout. Of six chairs, only three had seen use in forever, and while the Hex Master's life goal rode on the death of the Town, and the Poisoner was aching to test her refined poisons on human subjects, the test of time was beginning to get to them. She could tell. Adults are so impatient. She was sure their Coven Leader hadn't just abandoned them, right?

Being the only member of the remaining group who had recruited another, being the Hex Master, the Necromancer had stepped up as the new leader of the Coven until the Coven Leader's return. With her new authority, she became more firm with her assertions and gained more confidence. She spent her time dreaming of rebuilding the Coven with a new cast of adversaries to the Town, her first candidates being the other Neutral individuals that had plagued the Town before. She also believed there was no need to further enhance her ability to resurrect the dead. Rather, she took a different approach.

The Town were fast, clever and saw through falsehood easily. She was aware that simply attempting to blend in once again would likely end the same as before; The Townies were still very fond of their Town's centre piece, the lynching stand. That's why she created the Totems and a dozen scrolls with copies of incantations for horrifying spells to cast upon the Town at will. The other members figured a dozen was being too hopeful for a sizable Coven once they were to begin recruiting, but the Necromancer stood her ground. She had a feeling, just a feeling.

Upon the return of the Necronomicon, the Necromancer finally broke, and shunned the Coven Leader for abandoning them. She'd managed to get beaten by a banished book with an eye. Whatever the case, it was finally time to start recruiting, and the Necromancer made quick work of assembling the Traitors from lingering souls and unsettled quarrels. Once all 15 Traitors, including herself, had copies of the Scrolls she had made, it was time for havoc once more in Salem. If last time was painful for the Townies, then she would make sure this time that their heartbreak would crack their souls in two.

That way, she would feel such joy as she watched corpses, bearing the crude faces of her victims while being murdered, running into the fog of the night to take someone with them to the grave.

*-Unofficial Lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Jester

Night after night. Day after day. Jailing, interrogating, then being faced with the intense moral dilemma. The Jailor had had enough. Nobody ever appreciated the underground work he did for the Town, nobody ever appreciated how difficult it was to haul innocent Townies to the cell to keep them safe, or the mental strain of knowing that jailing a Serial Killer would surely mean their death. The Jailor was losing it.

While the Townies had many drinks after cleaning Salem of the evil, the Jailor felt no satisfaction. The Jailor was slowly degrading to insanity, throwing down their axe and keys, sick of living by the scales and the law. They were sick of their life and sick of not being recognized, drenched in guilt, yet still fuelled by anger. They felt something horrible coming over them, yet did nothing but cackle into their empty cell. Nobody was even listening.

When the Necronomicon returned to Salem, the dark influence that followed the now retired Jailor grew in strength. Somehow, he knew death was coming, that the Town would come back to him for his skills. He would not answer their pleas this time.

In an act of desperation that any Townie would consider insane, the Jailor sought out the Traitors and screamed his quells to them, his rage unleashed. While the Serial Killer began grinding their knife on the table harder and harder, the Necromancer sat up from their chair after the Jailor began laughing and sputtering insane pleas for death to himself and everyone who dared not recognize who he was, no matter who he was.

The Necromancer assisted the now Jester in awakening the supernatural madness inside him, before officially introducing him to the Traitors. The Serial Killer may have been psychotic, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what a Jester was capable of when they've got the right voice pushing them forward.

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*

###### Executioner

A long time ago, the Executioner was a normal man who managed all criminal lynches in the town, but his anger issues came up to him and led him into killing an innocent civilian. The Town then turned on him, sentencing him to the same fate he had sent many others to. Fortunately for him, he saw a slight cut on the rope and managed to break it with his bare hands.

The Executioner then ran off into the forest outside the town, where he stayed for many years until he heard the Necronomicon was returning. Faced with the betrayal of the Town, he joined the Traitor faction to relive his greatest moments with his trusty axe.

*-Unofficial lore by sl1myoshi#3272*

###### Inquisitor

"No... Not again.."

The mysterious woman heard a knock on the door. She opened it and there stood a tall man wearing a hat, "Here's the info you asked for." the man said as he hands out a picture showing a face of one of the townies. "Good job... I knew i could count on you." while showing a friendly, yet twisted smile. "Do you need me to do anything else?" The man asked, "Tell the Serial Killer to meet with me tonight," The mysterious woman said with a grin. The man nods and closed the door as he hears her maniacal laugh. The man knew exactly what was gonna happen.

The man approached the Serial Killer's house and knocked on the door, no one answered. not long after, he saw one of the townies getting brutally stabbed to death and approached the murderer. "What do you want?" The Serial Killer asked. "She wants to talk to you." as he hands out a picture with the same townie. "Another one, huh." The Serial Killer said while looking at the picture of the local Vigilante. "Indeed, he also got the Hex Master killed," the man said while nodding. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets her sweet revenge." the Serial Killer said as he walks away.

"It doesn't matter if you take matters on your own hands, you can run but you can never hide." the Inquisitor said before tearing the picture apart and continuing his job.

*-Unofficial lore by NotDarkNeonBTW#3196*

###### Wildling

Alone. Scared. Hungry.

Those three words were all the Wildling knew as they were orphaned very early on. Surviving by stealing from the Farm or the Graveyard when a fresh body was left in there.

Young and influenceable was the Wildling when the Necronomicon appeared. Their heighened senses were upgraded further through supernatural means along with a hunger for freshly killed humans.

Such hunger cannot be qualmed without direct action from the Wildling and as such, began hunting those who did not possessed the mark of the Necronomicon as they seemed long dead for the Wildling.

*-Unofficial Lore By Bonkoul#3143*

###### Banshee

Back in the days of Salem, not many Townies didn't know about the paranoid Spy that roamed back and forth in town square for hours at a time. He became increasing egregious with his bold claims, predicting deaths, calling out members of the Town and calling those members foul things... like a codswallop. The only reason the town could bear his presence is because the Transporter, whom was dead set on making a member of the Mafia shoot themselves, kept the hyperactive Spy's bugging in check for his own benefit.

One day, the Spy went too far. The Investigator took out a half built trap from the house of the Trapper that the Spy had just gotten hung for conspiracy against the Town. The Town, against the Transporter's wishes, put him up to the gallows and lynched him almost unanimously. Even innocent members of the town felt the few slight grins of the evil parties, who couldn't help but smile at the easy kill they just got, and the relief that a Spy would no longer be tracking them. The Transporter went into a rage over the incident, and from that day on, transported themselves with the members of the Town who pushed the Spy the hardest, killing them in the process as the Mafia tried to pick the revealed Transporter off. The Town managed to lynch the criminals and evildoers before the Transporter could do too much damage, but considering everyone who the Transporter got killed was dead, including the medium, nothing ever came of the Transporter's traitorous acts.

Years later, the Necromancer was carefully crafting their demonic Totem in the Graveyard when a spark of light caught their eye. It hovered silently over a moss covered grave, the nameplate withered beyond recognition. The Necromancer reached out, and made an attempt to reanimate the corpse, though instead of a corpse coming out, a quiet spirit rose instead. The Necromancer was baffled, but before they could begin any sort of attempt to convince the spirit to do their bidding, the being perked up. It began blabbering about information and bug results that meant nothing to the Necromancer, before finally telling the Necromancer what they thought of the Necromancer's future. The Necromancer, irritated and overwhelmed by the spirits words, had a devilish idea in their head. They put out their hand, and asked if the spirit could inform everyone they could of this extremely important information, and the spirit happily obliged. It wasn't long before the spirit was an oblivious slave to the Traitors, following a corrupt goal for good intentions.

The former Spy, with a specially reanimated corpse, still watches the Transporter from outside their house on some nights. The only person in their original life who seemed to ever care about what they had to say. The only person who defended them when all he could see was fire and pitchforks. He dreaded what he would have to do next, but the Necromancer had convinced him, and he did owe them a favour. In the dead of night, the Transporter ran, frightened for their life, as the corpse chased behind. The Transporter, eyeing a teleporter at the dock, went to take it to lose their pursuer, yet just before they could, a familiar voice's words barraged their mind. They couldn't think straight, a headache came on quick, a tear went down their eyes, before their pursuer finished the job.

They couldn't put other people in front of them this time.

*-Unofficial lore by Sir Sins#5712*