Necronomicon and Spells

In Traitors Of Salem, the Necronomicon is a dangerous tool. The Townies want to get rid of it at all costs, and they can do this by completing tasks. Upon completing the final banishment quest, the game will end in a Townie victory.

Traitors do not want this Necronomicon banished, as it gives them their powers. The Necronomicon has armed all Traitors with 7 spells that cause global effects that can benefit the Traitors if used right.

## Lore

The year was 1630. The Town of Salem had been founded just four years prior, and things were moving smoothly. Town Roles had been established the year before, and things were in full swing. Just outside the Sheriff's office, a Lookout was on watch. A few days prior, a note had been sent to the Sheriff threatening to kill him for his "malpractice" after he had sentenced a local to the gallows for conspiracy against the Town. Such a thing hadn't been heard of until this point, but the Sheriff alleged that the woman wanted to overthrow the newly introduced hierarchy of the Town by poisoning the Mayor with the highly poisonous berries that resided nearby. Thing was, the Sheriff only had circumstantial evidence, yet the Town believed his case enough to drown out the non believers, and the noose cracked.

The Lookout was there that day, when a few town members attempted to lynch the Sheriff after what he had done. Under threat of vote by the Mayor, their anger simmered down, but it seems one of them considered themselves a Vigilante. If they were to come tonight as the Lookout suspected, they wouldn't be getting away without facing the Town's judgement. The cover of the night wouldn't fool the Lookout's eyes. Just after 3am, the Lookout eyed someone, approaching the Sheriff's house. They went in, and came out just a minute later, but they stopped just outside the door. Their head turned to look at the bush the Lookout was disguised in. Out of fear, the Lookout hunched back slightly, enough to cause a rustle. The Vigilante turned their gun, when the Lookout stood up and yelled to stop.

V: Why should I?

L: You're making a mistake. You just shot the Sheriff, didn't you?

V: Course I did, he had it coming. He had no evidence to hang that woman, and you know it.

L: But he's the confirmed Sheriff, are you insane? You can't shoot authority like that!

V: A confirmed Sheriff you say? Do you all just believe that anyone who's "a member of the town" is just instantly completely innocent? Void of all wrongdoing and corruption?

L: Well, no, but-

V: Yet you still defend them like a flock of sheep. You all believe things are black and white, don't you? Green guys and red guys, is that it?

L: Murder is morally wrong.

V: And that's exactly what he did, even if it wasn't by his hand. Just shows how much of a coward he was.

L: I won't let you get away with this.

V: Of course you won't. You'll chase me to the ends of the earth. I'm not saying that man wasn't the Sheriff, I'm saying he was a murderer. Are you seriously too dense to not realise someone can be one and the other at the same time? Look, I've seen true evil. Now I can tell when that same traitorous spirit resides in any man, and take care of it before it becomes too much of an issue. Want a demonstration?

The Vigilante pulled out a book from under his cloak. He handed it to the Lookout, who reeled at the putrid state of the book.

L: What... is this? A book? What the hell happened to it?

V: Read it.

L: What's in it?

V: The darkness you claim doesn't exist in your very souls, given form. Go on, read it.

L: Will you let me go if I do?

V: ...Sure.

After a few seconds, staring down at the book, the Lookout finally opened it. Gazing inside, he couldn't comprehend what he was looking at. His peripheral vision starting bending backward. He felt like he was closer and closer to the pages of the book, until his face was pressed against them. Suddenly, it had seemed he had went through the book itself, yet everything was dark. That thought was the last he had, as the book closed behind his back, and he was lost to the void. The book fell to the floor, before being picked up by the Vigilante.

V: ...One of these days, I'll be dead. I won't be able to do your work anymore. I'll give you enough power to lie in wait, until the perfect time to strike this Town and cast ultimate judgement. It's the right thing to do. This damn Town is cursed with ignorance. You'll bring the truth, I know.

The Vigilante put the Necronomicon back into his cloak, before walking off into the dark fog. He shot as many people as he could before the Medium ratted him out, but it was enough. The Necronomicon, buried under a hill the day prior to his lynching, slept to conserve it's strength, before the right time to strike. That time came 34 years later to the day, when the Coven first struck Salem.

*-Unofficial Lore by Sir Sins#5712*