“Are you certain that these were witches, father?” Captain Adrik asks you in a troubled voice, careful not to look at the three charred corpses tied to the stake. He and his men are the Tsar’s soldiers, not veteran witch hunters like you and your acolytes are. “The daughter had a pet kitten,” Brother Pierre says in a zealous voice before you have the chance to respond to the guard commander, “You all saw how it screamed in pain when I held it over the flames, clearly that beast was a demon in disguise!” “You would scream too if I held your face to the fire, priest.” Borislav says in a grim voice. The scarred soldier had not looked pleased when you judged the peasant family guilty and ordered them burnt at the stake. You had heard him muttering curses when the flames reached the little girl. “The Tsar promised to pay us ten silver coins for every witch we burn at the stake,” Brother John quickly interjects in a pacifying voice before things got more heated, “We are thirty silvers richer than we were yesterday. And trust me, I interrogated the mother all night, she had confessed that she and her family were heretics!” Captain Adrik looks convinced by his words, but you know that the peasant woman admitted to nothing of that sort. You are also aware that Brother John is not really a man of faith, but a charlatan who enjoys forcing himself on peasant women and then burning them as witches if they protest. Personally, you do not really care whether these peasants were witches or not. In the kingdoms of the west, you and your men had burnt over a hundred women at the stake. A few may have indeed been heretics, but the majority were common peasant girls. Though you will never admit it to another living soul, the screams of peasants being tortured and later burned at the stake fills you with a perverse joy. You do sometimes wonder if witches truly exist in this land, or if they are just superstitions spread by uneducated zealots. >You do not believe in superstitions and know that there are no such things as witches or demons>There may be heretics who worship sinister pagan deities, but there is no such thing as witchcraft >You do not care whether witches exist or not, you simply enjoy torturing people and getting paid for it>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2716034>There may be heretics who worship sinister pagan deities, but there is no such thing as witchcraftHoly hell, I was about to go get some sleep when I saw this. Excited to see you make a return.
Link to the first thread: >>2686449Also archive link if the thread expires: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2686449/
>>2716034>There may be heretics who worship sinister pagan deities, but there is no such thing as witchcraft
>>2716034>You do not care whether witches exist or not, you simply enjoy torturing people and getting paid for itYay it's back
>>2716034>You do not care whether witches exist or not, you simply enjoy torturing people and getting paid for it
>>2716034>>You do not care whether witches exist or not, you simply enjoy torturing people and getting paid for it
>>2716039>>2716065>>2716111>>2716116>>2716126>>2716135There may be heretics hiding in this land who worship sinister pagan deities, but you do not believe that there is any such thing as witchcraft. You have heard rumors that the heretics participate in sinful rituals and sacrifice children to the black goat, the pale queen and other pagan things, but you are not so naïve to believe that these demons truly exist. To be perfectly honest, you do not really care whether witches exist or not, you simply enjoy torturing people and getting paid for it. Witch hunting can be a rather lucrative trade if you are not bound by morals. But more importantly, you enjoy the profession. Ever since you were a child, you enjoyed setting things on fire. You held rats by the tail and slowly lowered them into firepits, while they hissed and screamed. Growing up, you moved to larger animals – cats, dogs and eventually peasants. Somewhere down the line, you started getting paid for the things you did for fun. However, you still need to be careful not to rouse suspicions. Accusing a noblewoman of being a witch can be ill-advised, and it is much wiser to hunt peasant girls powerless to stop you. You have a total of twelve men with you, six of them are the Tsar’s soldiers who follow Captain Adrik, and the rest are veteran witch hunters who have followed you for years. Adrik and his men still look disturbed even though the screams have stopped, but your acolytes are already making jokes about the burning and looking forward to the next hunt.“Father Matthew, where should we investigate next?” Captain Adrik asks you in a respectful voice. As a religious man, the guard commander always defers to your authority as an ordained priest, even though he has some misgivings about your acolytes. You cannot really blame him though, your acolytes are the lowest of the low, but they are loyal to you for the most part. >We will travel to the nearest village and interrogate the peasants – especially the young women >We will travel to the forest – search for the tinkers and other traveling heathens>We will return to the church – rest and prepare for the next hunt>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2716153>We will travel to the nearest village and interrogate the peasants – especially the young women
>>2716153>We will return to the church – rest and prepare for the next huntWould be nice to find a Noblewoman to frame as a witch for a change. Maybe we could contact a jealous Lord eager to get rid of his wife?
>>2716153>We will travel to the nearest village and interrogate the peasants – especially the young womenBut >>2716164 has a good idea. We should attempt to find such lord during our stay in the village.
>>2716153>We will return to the church – rest and prepare for the next hunt
>>2716160>>2716164>>2716172>>2716178>>2716198“We will travel to the nearest village and interrogate the peasants,” You reply in the stern voice of a veteran witch hunter, “We’ll focus on the young women first, they are the most likely to engage in sin and consort with demons.” John licks his lips hungrily at the prospect of interrogating peasant girls again. The balding middle aged man has followed you for years and took great delight in violating girls young enough to be his daughters, and then burning them at the stake when he grows bored of them. Borislav, on the other hand, looks at both of you with distrust clear in his eyes. You may need to be careful about that one. In truth, you are not particularly eager to enter the forest. Only a few months ago, a nobleman named Vladimir and his soldiers went missing while they were hunting witches in another part of that very forest. The superstitious peasants whisper that the lord and his men were murdered by witches, but it is far more likely that they were killed by bandits instead. You have twelve men with you, six of them trained guardsman. But even then, you are not looking forward to fighting bandits. You do not believe in witchcraft or demons, but you know how dangerous common men can be, especially when they are driven by hunger or hatred. Desperate men can be just as vile and ruthless as caged rats, you have witnessed that time and time again. >Continued
>>2716274You and your men arrive at the village of Nav near midnight. You silently curse your luck as rain begins to fall and you hear the roar of thunder in the distance. It may be a while before you can start your ‘investigation’ or burn witches at the stake. As you enter the village, you notice three rotting corpses hanging in front of the village gates. “Bandits perhaps,” Captain Adrik suggests as he too notices the corpses, “Or maybe peasants who rebelled against the lord of this fief.” “What do you know of this place?” You ask the guard commander. As you are from a kingdom in the west, you know very little about the Tsar’s lands. But even you realize that this village must be a particularly dismal place to have rotting corpses hanging in front of its main gate. “Not much, father,” The guard commander replies in a guarded voice, “The men of this village keep to themselves.” You suspect that Captain Adrik is hiding something from you, but decide not to press the matter for now. In truth, you care little about finding witches, but every ‘witch’ you burn will get you ten silvers from the Tsar. Right now, you need to find shelter or look for leads to start your investigation. >Go to the inn and order warm meals for you and your men>Look for the village elder and order him to prepare beds for you and your men>Search for the village church and talk to the clergy >Custom Option (Write In)
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>>2716277>Go to the inn and order warm meals for you and your men
>>2716277>Search for the village church and talk to the clergy
>>2716277>>Search for the village church and talk to the clergythis guy is so shit I'm rooting for the witches on this one
>>2716340>this guy is so shit I'm rooting for the witches on this oneSo have something like this happen?https://youtu.be/vuRUlqveNYgHaving him beaten to death or burned at the stake?
>>2716428he is the fucking heretic, killing inocent people for money and pleasure, I thought we were gonna hunt demons not play as them ourselves hehehehe
>>2716340>>2716445Right? I was hoping to get the character that's an actual zealous witch and demon hunter, instead we got a psychopath.
>>2716598Someone has to do the job.
>>2716618witch he doesn't, he doesn't even believe they exist, he's just a psychi, but his time will come shortly, he will probably crap his pants the second he sees a beast.Saint Mikail, the unheard, would frown at him
>>2716445>Accusing the good father of heresyFather Matthew did absolutely nothing wrong! How dare you insult his reputation with your lies!
>>2716689Papist violaters pls gtfoWhen the reformation comes, we will burn all the heretic priests before scourging this world of witchcraft.
>>2716691Damned heretics! Not if we burn you lot first
>>2716695In b4 this psycho tries to burn Sascha's little girl.Saint Mikail will smite him from the heavens
Just make sure that the end isn’t quick. Make sure they all suffer, and that people can watch them suffer.
>>2716281>>2716282>>2716283>>2716340>>2716399>>2716428>>2716445>>2716598>>2716618>>2716670>>2716677>>2716689>>2716691>>2716695>>2716758>>2716805“We shall search for the church of this village and talk to the clergy first,” You order the men as you pass through the village gates. The putrid stench of rotting flesh invades your nostrils as you pass the rotting corpses. A lesser man might have felt nauseated, but you are used to the smell. In fact, you actually feel more comfortable by that familiar stench. It reminds you of when you were a starving child, rummaging through trash heaps for something edible. The smell of rotten meat would make your mouth water in those days, and sometimes it still does. “Should have gone to the inn first, might have found something to eat,” Brother John whispers as he walks next to you, clearly disappointed by the thought of spending the night at a church, “The two of us could have spent the night interrogating the innkeeper’s wife and daughters.” >Stop thinking with your cock all the time, I have a bad feeling about this place>Go to the inn if you want, you have my permission to do whatever you want to the innkeeper’s daughters>Adrik and his boys are getting suspicious, better to pretend we care about the church for a while>There should be nuns at the church, some might be young enough to be beddable >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2716853>>Adrik and his boys are getting suspicious, better to pretend we care about the church for a while>>There should be nuns at the church, some might be young enough to be beddable
>>2716853>Stop thinking with your cock all the time, I have a bad feeling about this placeYou can have your fun later. For now I want everyone to be at their sharpest.
>>2716867>>2716880>>2716883>>2716930>>2716951"Adrik and his boys are getting suspicious, better to pretend we care about the church for a while," You whisper back, "And there should be nuns at the church, some might actually be young enough to be beddable." John nods, satisfied by your answer. The rest of the men follow you obediently as you search for the village church. You feel a little surprised when you actually reach the church, a much larger and more imposing structure than you had expected. -“It was wise of you to come here first, father,” Sister Anya says as she hands you a towel to dry yourself, the young nun has been in charge of the church since the old bishop passed away, “This is a heathen village, crawling with heretics who make abhorrent sacrifices to pagan demons. You and your men might have been poisoned if you stopped to eat at their inn.” “If what you are telling is true, what is stopping them from coming after us in the church?” You ask as you dry yourself with the towel. You and the young nun are alone in the chapel, the rest of the men have already retired to their quarters. “Demons and their servants cannot enter consecrated grounds, father,” Sister Anya replies in a voice filled with devotion, “You and your men will be safe here for now. But I fear that the demons are growing in power. The church will no longer be able to protect us, if these grounds are defiled by one of the cardinal sins. We must stop the coven before that happens.” >You have nothing to worry about, child, my acolytes and I will hunt down every last heretic and burn them at the stake (You do not really believe her paranoid superstitions, but it gives you an excuse to do what you came here to do)>You have nothing to worry about, child, my acolytes and I will hunt down every last heretic and burn them at the stake (You are a bit unnerved by the zealousness in her voice, perhaps heathens and heretics are indeed hiding in this village)>There is nothing wrong with engaging in a little sin once in a while. Do you not feel lonely, Sister Anya? (You touch her shoulder lustfully, not believing a single word she has said so far) >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717029>>There is nothing wrong with engaging in a little sin once in a while. Do you not feel lonely, Sister Anya? (You touch her shoulder lustfully, not believing a single word she has said so far)Let's engage duchebag mode and make things interesting around here
>>2717029>There is nothing wrongwith engaging in a little sin once in a while.Do you not feel lonely, Sister Anya.If she resist we can always take her by force pass her around the men and blame the heretics for her death
>>2717029>You have nothing to worry about, child, my acolytes and I will hunt down every last heretic and burn them at the stake (You do not really believe her paranoid superstitions, but it gives you an excuse to do what you came here to do)Anons going full evil mode. Interesting
>>2717063well, this guy is a sadistic moster that is only in this line of work to torture young girls and doesn't even believe in demons so I thought it was the most in character choice
>>2717073True that. Can't blame you for playing within character.
>>2717029>There is nothing wrong with engaging in a little sin once in a while. Do you not feel lonely, Sister Anya? (You touch her shoulder lustfully, not believing a single word she has said so far)
>>2717039>>2717051>>2717063>>2717073>>2717082>>2717086>>2717092“There is nothing wrong with engaging in a little sin once in a while,” You touch her shoulder lustfully, not believing a single word she has said so far, the young nun gasps as you pull her close and begin to fondle her soft breasts, “Do you not feel lonely, Sister Anya?”“You should not be doing this, father, this is sinful!” Sister Anya protests as you force your tongue inside her mouth, all the while caressing her breasts. You meet with less resistance than you had expected, perhaps the nun was not as innocent as she pretended. “You do not need to act like a sinless virgin in front of me,” You tell the nun in a mocking voice, she moans as you squeeze her breasts roughly, “If nothing else, I know a sinner when I see one. You always dreamed of the day you would lose your maidenhead, didn’t you? You must have touched yourself every night and fantasized about breaking your vows. No wonder you got wet just from me touching you, you are just a filthy whore wearing the habit of a nun!” “That’s not true,” Sister Anya pleads weakly as you force her to the ground and lift her dress, “Please don’t do this, father!” You ignore her sobs and violate her several times that night. The floor of the chapel is soon smeared with your dirty seed and her maiden blood. The woman had said that the church was on consecrated grounds and only an act of cardinal sin could defile it, but you cared little for her religious superstitions. -“Clean yourself up, sister,” You tell the nun after you had released the last of your seed in her belly, “It would be a shame if Captain Adrik and his men saw you like this. We might even have to burn you at the stake as a witch if that happens.” Sister Anya struggles to pull herself to her feet. She still looks dazed from you did to her last night. You cannot help but chuckle at the thought of her being pregnant with your bastard. In your time as a witch hunter, you forced yourself on countless woman. Sometimes you wonder how many bastards you might have fathered, if you had not burned the women at the stake after you were done with them. >Wake your men up and go hunting for ‘witches’ at the inn>Wake your men up and find the village elder, maybe torture him for information>Wake your men up and investigate the rumors about the heathens and the heretics>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717357>>Wake your men up and find the village elder, maybe torture him for information
>>2717357>Wake your men up and investigate the rumors about the heathens and the heretics
>>2717357>Wake your men up and find the village elder, maybe torture him for information
>>2717357Torture the old man, maybe he has some family so our man can unwind too
>>2717375>>2717380>>2717382>>2717387>>2717402>>2717420“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything about heathens or heretics!” The village elder says in an angry voice as you, Brother Pierre and Captain Adrik interrogate him. He is a younger man than you had expected, perhaps this village elects its leaders based on their abilities, instead of their age. “Liar! We found a black goat in your barn!” Father Pierre says in a scornful voice, he is often the most superstitious and always the most zealous of your acolytes when it comes to hunting witch, “Everyone knows that black goats are the avatars of demons!”“It’s just a goat, you damned imbecile!” The village elder shouts angrily, “Were you dropped on your head as a babe? There were only three demon worshipers in the village, they had been sacrificing children in secret. We had them hanged when we found them, just like the Tsar had ordered. We even kept their corpses hanging in front of the gate, as a warning to others like them!” “There are rumors that the peasants of this village worship Rod, Veles and other pagan demons,” Captain Adrik says in an apprehensive voice, “That you and your children jump over the flames of bonfires on Kupala Night and practice other pagan rituals.” “Those are just old festivals we observe for good harvest,” The village elder says in a defensive voice, “Just like our ancestors did before us. These are simply celebrations with food, songs and dances. We don’t worship demons or anything like that.” >This man is clearly a heretic, torture him until he confesses his sins, Brother Pierre>Interrogate his wife and daughters, Brother John, they might be witches who consort with demons >Just burn him and his family at the stake and be done with it>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717509>>This man is clearly a heretic, torture him until he confesses his sins, Brother Pierre>>Interrogate his wife and daughters, Brother John, they might be witches who consort with demons
>>2717509>This man is clearly a heretic, torture him until he confesses his sins, Brother Pierre >Interrogate his wife and daughters, Brother John, they might be witches who consort with demons
>>2717509>>This man is clearly a heretic, torture him until he confesses his sins, Brother Pierre>>Interrogate his wife and daughters, Brother John, they might be witches who consort with demonshe just admited to heretical practices, I think that calls for an exemple
>>2717509>>This man is clearly a heretic, torture him until he confesses his sins, Brother Pierre>>Interrogate his wife and daughters, Brother John, they might be witches who consort with demonsWhen we're done hang the man and burn his wife and daughters. Slowly.
>>2717515>>2717522>>2717526>>2717529>>2717532“This man is clearly a heretic, Brother Pierre, torture him until he confesses his sins,” You order your acolytes, “And Brother John, interrogate his wife and daughters, they might be witches who consort with demons.”“Do whatever the fuck you want with me, priest,” The village elder grits his teeth, “But don’t you dare lay a finger on my little girls!” “What if I do lay my fingers on your little girls?” You whisper to the village elder, careful to make sure that the Tsar’s soldiers do not hear your words, “What if I do more than that? What are you going to do to stop me, heathen?” “Some man of god you are,” The village elder spits at your face. Before you can mutter a curse, he pushes one of the soldiers down, grabs his sword and lunges at you. >Draw your own knife and try to defend yourself (Roll 1d20)>Step back and let Captain Adrik and his men handle this (Roll 1d20)>Push Brother John in his path and try to escape this unharmed (Roll 1d20)>Custom Option (Write In)
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>2717553>>Step back and let Captain Adrik and his men handle this (Roll 1d20)
>>2717553>Step back and let Captain Adrik and his men handle this (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>2717553>Step back and let Captain Adrik and his men handle this (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>2717553>>Push Brother John in his path and try to escape this unharmed (Roll 1d20)coward bastard is a go
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>2717553>Push Brother John in his path and try to escape this unharmed (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>2717553>Push the brother while letting out a shameful squeal
>>2717588>>2717606>>2717626>>2717628>>2717631>>2717636You decide to step back and let Captain Adrik and his men handle this. Some may call you a coward for this, but being a coward has kept you alive longer than many brave witch hunters. You do not believe in witches or demons, but you know that a man desperate to save his daughters can be just as dangerous as any supernatural horror lurking in the forest. Captain Adrik hesitates for a moment, perhaps he feels doubt about killing a man fighting to save his daughters. The village elder takes advantage of this indecisiveness and drives the sword in the guard commander's throat. Before Captain Adrik's body hits the ground, Borislav stabs the village elder from behind, muttering a curse as he does so. You were ready to push Brother John in the path of the desperate man if you had to, but there was no need for it now. Bleeding to death, the village elder crawls towards you and grabs your boot, "If you hurt my daughters, priest, I will find you in hell! I will chase you from beyond the grave if I must!" >Laugh at him and tell him that he is welcome to try>Step on his dying wound and relish in the pain you are causing to him>Bend down and whisper the things you and Brother John will do his wife and daughter as he bleeds to death>Just slit his throat, no need to prolong the man's suffering >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717665>Custom OptionFind some lamp oil, cover him in it, and set him on fire.
>>2717665>Just slit his throat, no need to prolong the man's suffering
>>2717665>>Laugh at him and tell him that he is welcome to try>Bend down and whisper the things you and Brother John will do his wife and daughter as he bleeds to deathand then do this >>2717677claiming it is necessary to clease him of evil
Okay so what's the plan, we let this guy die because he's an asshole? Redemption arc? Turn into a witch?
>>2717755i don't speak for everyone, but i'm personally hoping we become brazen enough that it sets off other people and they have us burned at the stake
>>2717755I actually don't know yet. I guess I'll have to wait and see. He's pretty irredimable, but if there is one thing that meeting the devil can do is leting you know that god is probably somewhere too and he is gonna judge the shit out of you, that can be a good motivation.For now I'm just taking his sadism and cranking it up to 11 since he has the power and authority to suffer no repercusion because of it
>>2717755I want the captain to realize that he's helped to kill dozens of innocent people, people that looked up to him, for him and his men to feel the utter shame of what they have done. And for Borislav to take command and have the witch hunters tortured to death in public over the course of a week, and for this scandal to reach the Tsar who will order that all witch hunters be investigated for heresy and those found guilty to be publicly executed. For witch hunters to be hunted themselves through the streets by the very peasants they had terrorized, even some of the clergy themselves getting put to the torch for their crimes (and so that their property can be confiscated and line the pockets of the Tsar).Far better for him that the blame be placed on the weak will of the witch hunters than the incompetence of his administration.
>>2717760Ou, that would be interesting
>>2717760Sounds fun>>2717768That was my initial thought but>>2717769this seems like the most realistic for this character
>>2717760>they have us burned at the stakeOn the one hand, that's irony and appropriate.But on the other hand, he doesn't suffer enough.He needs to be paraded around a big town or city, as the Witch Hunter that fell to heresy, have nails hammered through the joints of his hands for all to see. Simply burning at the stake is too quick an end.
>>2717755dunno, but I would go with whatever the story takes us.I would vote for actions that would not out him as a sadist in pubic unless he thinks he can get away with it. lighting up a nigga with the unailgned guardsman is too obvious. He didn't survive this long by showing to the world now chaotic evil he is.
It's a shame that these three only have 1 death to suffer. I mean, we could hang and burn them like Girolamo Savonarola, but the pain of one seems more likely to overtake the pain of the other, rather than combining to amplify the pain.
You know what's really fresh about this quest, until now most of us are pretty ok with the MC dying a horrible death and we are just thinking of horrible ways to get him there. Thats pretty funny.We already defiled the only holy place i. The city and we are about to give readon for someone to seek an otherwordly revenge, probably a revenant thing. I wonder how many more red flags we can raise hehehehe.
>>2717786He killed their commander, they'd probably be ok with it
>>2717793I think its lame how /qst/ can't play as evil character without going full retard and constantly thinking about how to kill the evil mc off.
>>2717811"You are welcome to try, heathen," You laugh at the dying man and then bend down to whisper, "Let me tell you what will happen after you die. Brother John and I will deflower your daughters one by one, while they scream and cry for their father to save them. Not all of them have flowered yet, have they?” The dying man trembles when he hears your words. A cruel smile forms on your face when you realize that you were right, and that his daughters are just as young as you thought. “No need to worry, Brother John actually prefers them young,” You mockingly console him, “Though I don’t think that you foresaw your daughters losing their maidenheads to a balding middle aged man, but I guess this is how god wills it. Once we are done with your daughters, we'll move on to your wife. Don't worry about us leaving bastards though, we'll be sure to burn your wife and daughters at the stake after we are done." "Curse you," The village elder whispers weakly as you order your men to find some lamp oil, cover him in it, and set him on fire, “By everything that is good in this world, I curse you and your men!” -"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Borislav shakes you roughly while the village elder burned to death, the scarred soldier never did like you or your acolytes, "You might have had Adrik fooled, but I always saw through your lies. You never really cared about finding witches, did you? You just want to take the Tsar's silver and torment common peasants.">He was clearly a heretic, it was necessary to cleanse him of evil.>The Tsar had ordered you and the others to follow my commands, you are a loyal soldier, aren’t you?>There are six of my men and four of yours, you do not want to end up dead like Adrik, do you? >How dare you question me! You are just a common soldier, while I have hunted over a hundred witches!>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717815>The Tsar had ordered you and the others to follow my commands, you are a loyal soldier, aren’t you?
>>2717805I never saw it done before actually, a lot of evil quests are long running, at least the ones I played. But hey, that's me, for each it's own I guess
>>2717815>he was clearly a heretic, we had to cleanse him from his evil.
>>2717815>The Tsar had ordered you and the others to follow my commands, you are a loyal soldier, aren’t you?>>2717819As evil like this quest psychopath sadist MC? doubt it.
>>2717815>The Tsar had ordered you and the others to follow my commands, you are a loyal soldier, aren’t you?I just wanna add that this fucker is the worst piece of shit I've seen in any quest and I want to see him die slowly and painfully
>>2717817>>2717819>>2717824>>2717833>>2717855"The Tsar had ordered you and the others to follow my command," You tell the scarred soldier, who looks at you with utter disgust, like you were a heap of maggots wearing the skin of a man, "You are a loyal soldier, aren’t you, Borislav?"“I’m loyal to the Tsar, not to you,” Borislav lets go of you roughly, you have to struggle not to fall on your back, “Always remember that, priest. I’ll help you hunt witches and heretics, but if you keep pushing your luck, I won’t think twice about driving a sword through your neck.” Your acolytes help you to your feet as Borislav orders his soldiers to dig a grave for Captain Adrik. The deceased guard commander was far too religious to question your authority, but Borislav is a more cynical man. It will be a lot harder to fool him. “Should we look for the peasant’s wife and daughters?” Brother John says in a whisper, the middle aged acolyte was a soft fleshy man and a bigger coward than even you were, but his lecherous nature often overcame his base fears, “We should get to them while the soldiers are still busy digging the grave.” >Agree with John and hunt for the village elder’s wife and daughters with your acolytes while the soldiers are busy>Let Borislav and his soldiers finish digging the grave and hunt for the women together>Leave the other acolytes to watch over Borislav and his soldiers, while you and John hunt for the women>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717909>Agree with John and hunt for the village elder’s wife and daughters with your acolytes while the soldiers are busy
>>2717909Leave the other acolytes. Keep them away from us.We'll return the favor in the next interrogation
>>2717909>Leave the other acolytes to watch over Borislav and his soldiers, while you and John hunt for the women
>>2717909>>Leave the other acolytes to watch over Borislav and his soldiers, while you and John hunt for the women
>>2717919>>2717926>>2717931>>2717946>>2717960"Stay here and make sure they don't follow us," You whisper to the five other acolytes loyal to you, "Brother John and I will hunt for the witches. And don't feel left out, we'll return the favor in the next interrogation." Your acolytes have followed you long enough to know what kind of 'hunt' you are planning, but they are not the type of man to be disturbed by it. Maybe a little disappointed that they cannot join you, but not enough to hold it against you. -“Stay back!” The peasant woman shouts when you and Brother John find her. The young woman has tears in her eyes and a pitchfork in her hands, “I saw what you did to my husband, you monsters! I won’t let you hurt my daughters too!” >Your husband was a heretic, what we did to him was justice >Put the pitchfork down, child, I promise on my honor as a priest that we’ll not harm you or your children>Brother John, I order you to kill this witch in the name of the church>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2717984>Your husband was a heretic, what we did to him was justice
>>2717994>>2718019>>2718029“Your husband was a heretic, what we did to him was justice,” You tell the peasant woman in the self-assured voice of a priest, even though you know that the man was not guilty. She does not seem convinced by your words and holds on to her pitchfork. “No one in this village will believe your lies!” The peasant woman screams with hatred clear in her voice, “Everyone in the village loved him. He even risked his life hunting down the men who truly worshiped demons! You’ll pay for what you did to him!” "You are telling me that these peasants would believe your words over the words of an ordained priest chosen by the Tsar himself?” You laugh at her, “If the people of this village dare threaten me, my soldier and I will hunt them all down as witches and heretics. I think the Tsar will pay me rather well if I cleanse an entire village full of heathens. This is your last warning, woman, put the down the pitchfork and surrender yourself and your children to me.” The peasant woman hesitates for a moment. Then she grits her teeth and charges at you with murder in her eyes, intent on driving the pitchfork into your stomach. >Sidestep and stab her in the throat with your knife (Roll 1d20) >Push Brother John in the path of the pitchfork to save yourself (Roll 1d20) >Run back to the other acolytes and soldiers (Roll 1d20) >Custom Option (Write In)
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>2718043>Sidestep and stab her in the throat with your knife (Roll 1d20)Its just a woman.
>>2718043Disarm her. We're not here to kill. We're her to enjoy her.
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>2718043Capture her.
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>2718043>Push Brother John in the path of the pitchfork to save yourself (Roll 1d20)
>>2717984Try not to kill her. Knock her out and take her alive.
>>2718046>>2718061>>2718073>>2718075>>2718079>>2718085>>2718093The village elder's wife is desperate to save her daughters, but a peasant woman like her is no match for a veteran witch hunter like you. You sidestep effortlessly to avoid her pitchfork and then slash at her throat with your knife. The young peasant wife collapses on the ground and gargles out crimson blood. Tears of despair fill her eyes as she bleeds out. "Want to have a go at her before she bleeds to death, father?" John licks his lips lustfully, "Or maybe we can take her after she stops moving." >We'll try to stop the bleeding and then burn her at the stake. We’ll do the same to the daughters once we find them. I’m sure the Tsar will pay us handsomely for our hard work. >Do whatever you want with the wife, I will look for the daughters instead. I made some promises to their father as he bled to death and I intend to keep those promises. >Let her bleed out, we’ll drag her corpse to the village square and burn it alongside her daughters. These heathens must learn to fear us, otherwise our source of income will dry out. >I’ll take her while she is still moving, Brother John, you go find the daughters. Don’t kill them just yet, we are here to enjoy them and I prefer to take my time doing it. >You hear that, woman? We’ll take turns fucking your corpse after you bleed out. Then John and I will deflower your youngest daughter. This is how god wills it after all, otherwise someone would have stopped us by now. >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2718043Take her alive so she can watch her children deflowered as we torture her.
(Next session in ~36 hours. I'll check the write ins, plans and ideas once I'm back)
>>2718103>We'll try to stop the bleeding and then burn her at the stake. We’ll do the same to the daughters once we find them. I’m sure the Tsar will pay us handsomely for our hard work.
>>2718103>Let her bleed out, we’ll drag her corpse to the village square and burn it alongside her daughters. These heathens must learn to fear us, otherwise our source of income will dry out.
>>2718103 >We'll try to stop the bleeding and then burn her at the stake. We’ll do the same to the daughters once we find them. I’m sure the Tsar will pay us handsomely for our hard work.Heretics gotta be burned alive or it ain't worth it.>>2718113Thanks for running QM! How do you prolong a burning for our pleasure.
>>2718103>We'll try to stop the bleeding and then burn her at the stake. We’ll do the same to the daughters once we find them. I’m sure the Tsar will pay us handsomely for our hard work.I'm slightly disturbed at how much I am enjoying this story.
>>2718103>Let her bleed out, we’ll drag her corpse to the village square and burn it alongside her daughters. These heathens must learn to fear us, otherwise our source of income will dry out.Lets go angry village mob.
>>2718103>We'll try to stop the bleeding and then burn her at the stake. We’ll do the same to the daughters once we find them. I’m sure the Tsar will pay us handsomely for our hard work.Burning a corpse doesn't put the fear of God onto these heathens as much as burning a living woman.
>>2718103>>2718113Can we stop the bleeding and burn her in the square with her daughters later?
>>2718103>we'll try to stop the bleeding
>>2718103just so we're clear, we are not stopping the bleeding and proceding immediatly to the burning right? we have much "interrogating" to do to the elder's family, they may have heretical allies and contacts, besides, we have to keep the promise we did to the elder
>>2718428Agreed. We're barely getting started with her.
>>2718103>Do whatever you want with the wife, I will look for the daughters instead. I made some promises to their father as he bled to death and I intend to keep those promises. This sounds pretty honorable out of context
>>2720169the promises involved raping them, not so honorable
>>2720173Out of context*
>>2720509"We'll try to stop the bleeding and then burn her at the stake," You tell the lecherous acolyte, "We’ll do the same to the daughters once we find them. Also we’ll hold the witch burnings in the village square this time. These heathens must learn to fear us, otherwise our source of income will dry out. Though I’m sure the Tsar will pay us handsomely for our hard work once we are done." "But shouldn’t we interrogate them first, father?" Brother John suggests in a lecherous voice, even as he tries to stop the bleeding and keep the peasant woman alive, "It will be a lot of fun torturing this woman and making her watch as we deflower her daughters one by one. We can always tell the Tsar’s men that we needed to interrogate the women in private, so we could find out whether these witches have heretical allies and contacts or not." The village elder’s wife is too weak to resist when you and John take turns violating her. She is no longer bleeding from the wound on her throat, but you doubt that she will ever be able to speak again. You feel a little disappointed, you might have enjoyed hearing her screams of pain. After you are done forcing your lust inside her, you leave her broken body behind and search for her daughters. You soon find her three daughters hiding in the barn, the eldest trying in vain to hide her younger sisters. You do not really care for about the two younger girls, their cunts probably too tight and too dry for the act to be truly pleasurable. However, you have a feeling that Brother John is actually looking forward to deflowering the youngest. You notice the middle aged acolyte looking at the two younger girls with his tongue practically lolling out of his mouth. Whatever happens, you will enjoy hearing them scream in pain and beg for their deceased father to save them. You cannot help but smirk a little at the thought of robbing the three peasant girls of their innocence, just like you had promised their dying father that you would do. >Continued
>>2720579Before you and Brother John have the chance to violate any of the village elder’s daughters, Borislav suddenly enters the barn. It appears that the soldiers have finished burying Captain Adrik earlier than you had expected. The scarred soldier looks at you and John with pure disgust when he notices you both in varying stages of undress, and the village elder’s daughters cowering from you. “You have perfect timing, Borislav,” You force yourself to smile, “Brother John and I have just finished interrogating the village elder’s wife. She has confessed to us that she and her daughters are witches. They regularly engaged in carnal relationship with black goats and other demons. It is imperative that we interrogate them more in private to learn the true horrors of their rituals.” “Adrik might have bought that,” Borislav says in a grim voice as he draws his sword, “But I know a piece of filth when I see one. I noticed how satisfied you looked when you burnt that little girl with the black kitten. You get hard when you hear women and children scream in pain, don’t you? You sick fuck!” >Careful about who you are accusing, soldier, I’m an ordained priest of the church! >This is a clearly a misunderstanding, Borislav, no need for you to draw your sword against me.>I was appointed by the Tsar himself, how dare you draw your sword against me!>You are outnumbered, soldier, I have at least six acolytes loyal to me. >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2720601>Careful about who you are accusing, soldier, I’m an ordained priest of the church!
>>2720601>I was appointed by the Tsar himself, how dare you draw your sword against me!
>>2720601>I was appointed by.....(phone)Add "Why don't you lower that sword before you are accused of helping ddvil worshipers?"
>>2720617>>2720638>>2720680>>2720688>>2720704>>2720716>>2720767"Careful about who you are accusing, soldier, I’m an ordained priest of the church," You gulp, trying to buy time in any way you can, “I was appointed by the Tsar himself, how dare you draw your sword against me!" "You may pretend to be a man of god," Borislav grits his teeth, "But you are worse filth than any heathen I have known. Look at my face, priest, I got each of these scars fighting heathens for the Tsar. I knew you were a monster the moment I met you, but I still followed your command because of my loyalty to the Tsar. But I can't overlook your sins any longer, not when you continue to abuse children!" You feel sweat beginning to form on your forehead. You let out a sigh of relief when the other men also begin to enter the barn. You are confident that your six acolytes will stay loyal to you. They have followed you for years and will feel no guilt about hurting little girls. But you are worried that the four other soldiers might side with Borislav against your authority. You need to convince as many soldiers as you can to side with you. >Borislav has been beguiled by the witches’ magic to betray us, we must kill him! (Roll 1d20)>That man is a heretic! We must kill him before he summons demons to kill us! (Roll 1d20) >That man is a traitor to the Tsar! Kill him and I will tell the Tsar of your bravery! (Roll 1d20)>I promise to pay twenty silver to whoever brings me that traitor’s head! (Roll 1d20) >Say something else (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>2720775>Borislav has been beguiled by the witches’ magic to betray us, we must kill him! (Roll 1d20)this has worked for years, don't see why we should go for it again now
>>2720786>>2720790>>2720791“Borislav has been beguiled by the witches’ magic to betray us,” You say with all the authority you can muster as an ordained priest, “We must kill him!” “Stop listening to his lies!” Borislav shouts at the soldiers, “He has been poisoning the minds of men for years! This man is not a witch hunter, he is just a murderer who enjoys abusing women and children!” “What reason could I possibly have to harm the innocent?” You say with fake surprise in your voice, “I didn’t even know these peasants before today! I’m a priest sworn to bring witches and heretics to justice, and that is all I have done in this land!” “The priest is right,” One of the soldiers says in an uneasy voice, “He has no reason to harm these women without cause. Maybe Borislav has truly lost his mind from their witchcraft.” “Even if I hang for this,” Borislav mutters a curse when he realizes that he is the only soldier to see through your lies, “I will kill you before I die!” >Push Brother John into Borislav’s sword to save yourself (Roll 1d20) >Push Brother Pierre into Borislav’s sword to save yourself (Roll 1d20) >Order your other acolytes to protect you from Borislav’s sword (Roll 1d20)>Beg the Tsar’s soldiers to protect you from Borislav’s sword (Roll 1d20) >Custom Option (Write In)
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>2720830>Order your other acolytes to protect you from Borislav’s sword (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>2720830>Order your other acolytes to protect you from Borislav’s sword (Roll 1d20)
>>2720840we've snagged them. in the heat of the moment, they'll do our bidding(supporting)
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>2720840+1
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>2720850woops
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>2720830Push pierre. The others may not react on timeAfter we deal with him, we insist to always conduct the interrogations in private or they risk beinh bewitched too
>>272085515 seconds late shit. BO4?
>>2720860Nah, let us suffer a little
>>2720871Muh righteous justice.
>>2720840>>2720846>>2720850>>2720853>>2720855>>2720859>>2720860>>2720871>>2720900“Kill that man!” You order your acolytes. Your men are not trained soldiers, but they are loyal to you in their own away. They are the lowest of the low and you permitted them to indulge in their worst desires, and that somehow bought you their loyalty. The acolytes surround Borislav and try to stab him with their weapons – butcher knives and rusted swords. Borislav coughs blood when a blade is lodged in his stomach, but he refuses to yield. With one sudden swing of his sword, he beheads one of your acolytes and rushes three others. The scarred soldier is among the best of the Tsar’s guards, a battle-hardened man who survived numerous battlefields. But even then, he is a man fighting alone against five others, in a peasant’s barn with little space to evade the rush of blades. With each passing moment, your acolytes break through Borislav’s defenses and wound him with their blades. With one last desperate swipe, he drives his sword through the neck of another one of your acolytes, before he finally collapses from blood loss and is promptly beheaded. The remaining soldiers look disturbed by the bloody spectacle. You do not think they have the guts to stand against you as Borislav did, but you may still need to ensure their loyalty. >The witches are to blame for what happened to Borislav, we need to punish them for their sins!>The Tsar will reward you for your loyalty, but you must stay loyal to your vows and follow my lead.>If you do not want to end up dead like him, the four of you must follow my orders without question.>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2720921>The witches are to blame for what happened to Borislav, we need to punish them for their sins!continue with the misdirection. we don't have a strong enough loyal force to lead by fear
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>2720921>The witches are to blame for what happened to Borislav, we need to punish them for their sins!We are good at pushing the blame on witches and heretics. lets continues this trend.
>>2720921>>The witches are to blame for what happened to Borislav, we need to punish them for their sins!>>The Tsar will reward you for your loyalty, but you must stay loyal to your vows and follow my lead.Lost 2 men but we get 4 more not too bad.
>>2720921>The witches are to blame for what happened to Borislav, we need to punish them for their sins!
>>2720921The witches are to blame we will punish them.Send them away while we punish thrm, say it is to protect them from their charms like Borislav fell to one.This way we can continue our interrogation in peace
>>2720956Add that common soldiers are not prepared to resist these witches powers and that the evil presence in this town is the strongest we ever felt>>2720900It's not that, I just like when Mathew shows his true cawardly colors
>>2720973Y E SSmart since we could say>we've been harden against their persuasions.
>>2720933>>2720934>>2720935>>2720946>>2720950>>2720956>>2720973>>2720977"The witches are to blame for what happened to Borislav, we need to punish them for their sins!" You say in a zealous voice, hoping that your lies will ensure the loyalty of the remaining soldiers, "The Tsar will reward you for your loyalty, but you must stay loyal to your vows and follow my lead from now on.""Should we prepare a pyre to burn them, father?" One of the soldiers asks in an unsure voice, you think his name is Grischa. The remaining four soldiers look lost after losing both Captain Adrik and Borislav in one day. A smile nearly forms on your face, when you realize you can take this opportunity to turn them into your loyal acolytes. >Prepare the pyre, child, we must not allow the witches to live any longer>We shall burn them at the stake in the village square, these heathens must know that the church rules these lands>Brother John and I will interrogate the witches in private, then we will take them to be burnt in the village square>You may do whatever you want to these witches as justice for your comrades, I promise to absolve you of any sins>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2720991>>Brother John and I will interrogate the witches in private, then we will take them to be burnt in the village squarea promise is a promisebut!give them the mother and say they can do whatever they want with her that their sins will be absolved, ask our remaining acolytes to help them
>>2720991>We shall burn them at the stake in the village square, these heathens must know that the church rules these lands
>>2720999SupportingOnce they enjoyed the rape for the first time they'll fall further into debauchery.
>>2720999reasonable enough to bring them onboard, supporting
>>2720991>We shall burn them at the stake in the village square, these heathens must know that the church rules these landsIf we're going to burn them make sure the end doesn't come quick. Make them suffer and let everyone see what would happen to those who defy the church.
>>2720999The trips of "truth"This guy is going to turn, guarenteed
>>2720999Seconding. Also we need to burn these devious witches slowly.
>>2720999>>2721005>>2721007>>2721010>>2721017>>2721019>>2721028>>2721036"Brother John and I will interrogate the witches in private, then we will take them to be burnt in the village square," You are going to keep your promise to the village elder and have a lot of fun doing it, but you are also going to increase your number of acolytes, "You may do whatever you want to the witch mother as justice for your comrades, I promise to absolve you of any sins." The soldiers look unsure, but your acolytes smile knowingly. You can guess what will happen next, the Tsar's men will be disgusted at first when they see your acolytes violating the peasant woman. But then they will remember a man of god promised to absolve them of their sins. At that point, one of them will show his true face, ask the acolytes nervously if he can get a turn. Eventually, another one will join him, and then another. They may still feel some shame when they wake up tomorrow, but there will be no turning back for them after tonight. Once a man falls down this path, he can never drag himself back up. Whenever you promise to absolve a man of his sins and successfully convince them that whatever they do has already been approved by a benevolent god, they finally show their true face. And more often than not, their true faces turn out to be those of repulsive monsters. Perhaps that is the beauty of the words god wills it. Only when men are convinced that they do not have the autonomy to make their own decisions do they finally begin to act on their own instinct – true to their own nature and free from their fear of judgment and retribution. -You and Brother John commit a series of unforgivable sins that night. The peasant girls cry and beg you to stop hurting them, and you only laugh in response. You defile their bodies, crush their innocence, and leave their spirits broken forever. They beg for their father to save them, for their mother to help them, and even pray to god for his forgiveness. Eventually, they become numb to the abuse and grow silent. You enjoy both their screams of pain and their eventual silence of despair. When you are done spending the last drop of your seed, you finally leave the battered bodies of the peasant girls alone. Brother John had already collapsed from exhaustion, the lecherous middle aged man will probably consider today the best day of his life. As you walk around the barn, you feel like you hear something laughing at you, like you are some kind of a great fool dancing on strings for its pleasure. You turn around to see the village elder’s black goat looking at you with its dark eyes. You are not naïve enough to believe in peasant superstitions, but you feel oddly afraid all of a sudden. You wear your priestly garments as quickly as you can and leave the barn without uttering a word. >Continued
>>2721228You and your men half-drag, half-carry the four women to the village square. Word begins to spread around the village that you and your men burned the village elder to death and judged his wife and daughters to be witches. The dirty faces of a hundred commoners stare at you with shock, fear, and revulsion. But you also notice a hint of anger hidden behind their wretched faces. You begin to feel a little uneasy, it may have been a mistake to go after a family as beloved as this one first. Your acolytes are nowhere near as observant as you. You notice Brother Pierre bragging about how you are going to slowly burn the women at the stake. Brother John also seems to have grown more confident after abusing the village elder’s youngest daughters without repercussion and is now openly leering at the wives and daughters of the peasants – even little girls young enough to play with dolls. The Tsar’s men look more melancholy in comparison. They walk with their heads bowed down, perhaps feeling shame for their actions the night before. Your men spend the day building pyres and chanting the glories of the church. You begin to feel apprehensive when you notice the peasants talking in whispers and looking at your acolytes with open hatred. >These heathens must learn to fear you, proceed with the burnings as planned and make sure the pyre burns slow>Tell the peasants that you have decided not to execute the village elder’s wife and daughters, leave the women and retreat back to the church>Threaten to burn every heathen who dares conspire against the church and its priests, tell them that everything you do here has been personally approved by their Tsar >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2721232>These heathens must learn to fear you, proceed with the burnings as planned and make sure the pyre burns slowMake a grand speech about the dangers of witchcraft and how they have already poisoned even the best members of society. Proceed to burn them slowly.
>>2721232Preach to the crowd of the family's guilt. Their confession as we "interrogated" them, the black goat in their barn. Ask if any would speak up for them.And burn those that do.
>>2721232>These heathens must learn to fear you, proceed with the burnings as planned and make sure the pyre burns slowMake a speech, but don't be overly antagonistic. Remind them of the church's truth. Show the villagers their confessions. Tell them that we're doing this for their own good. Then make sure the screams can be heard all over town to drive home the point.
>>2721232>Threaten to burn every heathen who dares conspire against the church and its priests, tell them that everything you do here has been personally approved by their Tsar
>>2721232>These heathens must learn to fear you, proceed with the burnings as planned and make sure the pyre burns slowno more antagoising them. we are already on thin ice.
>>2721257this guy knows what's up, supporting
>>2721238>>2721244>>2721257>>2721268>>2721283>>2721289>>2721297>>2721316"Witches and heretics have already poisoned the best members of your society," You feel your mouth dry as the gathered peasants jeer at your every word, "Your village leader was a heretic who practiced foul magic! His wife and daughters already confessed to being witches! There... there is a black goat in their barn, everyone knows that black goats are actually shapeshifting demons in disguise! These witches had carnal relations with demons, we can prove it!" "Bugger off! No one here believes your drivel!" One of the peasants shouts over you, his face turned ugly with hatred, "You came here to burn us at the stake, just cause we follow the old ways, didn't you? Well fuck you and your church!" "We'll... we'll burn every heathen who dares conspire against the church and its priests," You stumble over your words, nearly a hundred peasants have gathered at the village square by now, each of them carrying torches, axes, or pitchforks, "The church is the only truth! We're doing this for your own good!" You finally realize why Captain Adrik had acted guardedly when you asked him about this village. In these lands, the old pagan gods still exist in secret, they have existed since before the first church was built in this village. You still do not believe in demons or witchcraft, but you were now beginning to realize that the worship of old gods has never stopped. "Father Matthew, what do we do?" Grischa asks you in a frantic voice. The crowd is also growing more restless by the moment. Your words only seem to antagonize them even further. >Try to cut open a path through the angry peasants, your men are experienced soldiers, the peasants are not (Roll 1d20)>Order your men to engage the peasants, while you abandon them to their fate and look for a place to hide (Roll 1d20) >Tell your acolytes to fight the peasants, while you abandon them to their fate and retreat back to the church with your soldiers (Roll 1d20) >Ask the Tsar's soldiers to distract the peasants, while you abandon them to their fate and retreat back to the church with your acolytes (Roll 1d20) >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2721350Kill/shoot those brave enough to charge at us. Kill enough and they'll stand down. We're having a burning tonight damn them all.
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>2721350>Try to cut open a path through the angry peasants, your men are experienced soldiers, the peasants are not (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>2721350>Try to cut open a path through the angry peasants, your men are experienced soldiers, the peasants are not (Roll 1d20)
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>2721364The roll
>>2721364This. Tell the men to stick close together and fire arrows as they get closer. We're going to show these heathens the wrath of God. The women shall burn.
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>2721364Agreed. We need to face them here or never. Even if we flee to the church they'll hunt us down.
>>2721364>>2721365>>2721368>>2721369>>2721375>>2721382It seems the dice really loves our sadistic priest. Writing.
>>2721392they are much kinder to him than they were to lord vladimir. there's something off about these dice gods
>>2721406When will the Dice Gods come to get their due?And how pathetic and mewling will our priest be when that happens?
>>2721431Gambling is a sin, Anon. The Dice "God" never was on our side.
>>2721392Maybe the sadist will turn into the zealot when this story is finished.
The good die young anyway
>>2721388>>2721392>>2721406>>2721431>>2721434>>2721449>>2721452>>2721392"Kill those brave enough to charge at us," You tell Grischa and try to calm your own nerves, "Kill enough and they'll stand down. We're having a burning tonight, damn them all!"You and your men are outnumbered ten to one and nothing short of a miracle can get you out of here alive. Still, Grischa and his men are trained soldiers, while your acolytes are well experienced in killing peasants. You may still have a chance to survive while incurring heavy losses. "Stick close together and fire arrows as they get closer," You order the men, "We're going to show these heathens the wrath of god. The witches shall burn!" The peasants remind you of caged rats - repulsive, disgusting creatures desperate to gnaw your face off. You do not even want to think what they will do to you and your men if you are captured alive. The soldiers cut down the first wave of peasants without taking any significant damage themselves. The second wave overwhelms them and you see one of the soldiers being hacked to death. You also notice the peasants setting Brother Pierre on fire with their torches. The zealot screams in agony as his fat practically melts from his flesh. He rolls on the ground, desperate to put down the flames, but the peasants catch him and set him on fire again. You hear him crying and begging for them to have mercy, before the flames finally put him out of his misery. Another one of the soldiers is killed by the time the second wave of peasants are sent into retreat. Three of your men are dead in total, while at least nineteen peasants lay dead or dying in the village square. You also notice Brother John being nearly disemboweled by one of the peasants. No man survives a gut wound and the middle aged acolyte certainly will not survive his either. Still he begs for you to save him, clutching his own entrails in hand. If he is lucky, he will bleed to death by the end of the night. But you have also heard that some men survive for days after taking a gut wound, their entrails slowly rotting from within as they suffer the worst pain imaginable to men. You roughly kick John’s hand away as he grabs on to your boot and begs you to carry him to safety. You wonder if someone will see it fit to grant him a quick death after a few hours of the purest agony, or if he will linger on for days while his entrails become infected and turns his insides into a rotting mess of pus and filth. But you do not really care what happens to him, the lecherous acolyte has outlived his usefulness. Before the peasants regroup and come at you again, you decide to set the village elder’s wife and daughters on fire. You do not really have to do this, but you had made a promise to the man that you would. And for some reason, you want to keep this promise. >Continued
>>2721475Hell yeah let's watch them burn before retreating.
>>2721475If only Pierre had suffered for longer. I wish we could get into the minds of the soldiers. Have one see one of the village girls, look like his own little girl back home, glare at him with open hatred, and realize that he can't go home and face his own daughter after what he and his comrades did.
>>2721475“So I guess I will see you in hell then, heathen,” You whisper to yourself as the flames slowly consume the village elder’s wife and daughters. You do not really believe in an afterlife, but it feels fitting to at least address the man’s last words. You feel a little disappointed when none of the women scream or beg for you to spare them. They just look at you with blank eyes as the flames consume them. Something might have been broken inside them last night, like they are just empty shells of the women they once were. You feel unsettled when you feel something else is looking at you from inside their eyes. Something that was laughing in the sheer mirth of everything you did. - “It does not really feel like a witch burning unless there are screams,” You say in an unsatisfied voice, “Now does it, Grischa?” “If you say so, father,” The soldier seems to have aged several decades over the last two days. He and one other soldier are the last survivors of the Tsar’s men. Your acolytes are nearly all gone too, only two of them managed to survive, and even they are pretty badly wounded. “Where will we go, father?” One of the acolytes says in a pained voice, he is used to hunting peasants, not being hunted by them. >The church, it’s strong enough to survive any attack from outside, we can hide there until news reaches the Tsar and he sends reinforcements >The forest, we’ll take our chances and go deeper in the forest, there might be wolves and worse things hiding there, but the peasants will not follow us>The capital, we walk back to the Tsar and tell him that the peasants of this village rebelled against him, but we might come across more peasants on the way>Custom Option (Write In)
>>2721527>The capital, we walk back to the Tsar and tell him that the peasants of this village rebelled against him, but we might come across more peasants on the wayIt's just peasants.
>>2721527>The capital, we walk back to the Tsar and tell him that the peasants of this village rebelled against him, but we might come across more peasants on the wayAll of these have the potential for a satisfying end, but I would like them to face their ends at mortal hands and vengeance, rather than through supernatural means.
>>2721527>The church, it’s strong enough to survive any attack from outside, we can hide there until news reaches the Tsar and he sends reinforcements
>>2721527>The capital, we walk back to the Tsar and tell him that the peasants of this village rebelled against him, but we might come across more peasants on the way>>2721533Why do you love heretics so much anon? Are you one of them?
>>2721527>>The capital, we walk back to the Tsar and tell him that the peasants of this village rebelled against him, but we might come across more peasants on the wayswear revenge on the filthy heretical peasants.
>>2721529>>2721533>>2721534>>2721536>>2721538"The capital," You say in a frustrated voice, "We'll walk back to the Tsar and tell him that the peasants of this village rebelled against him. We might come across more peasants on the way, but better that than getting lost in a forest." Grischa and three other men are either too tired or too injured to disagree with your decision. They follow you wordlessly with the look of haunted men in their eyes. You wonder if they suspect that you will readily will discard them to save your own skin if the need ever arises. As you walk through dirt-covered path, you wonder if life could have gone differently for you. You try to bury your earlier memories as best as you can, but they still pop out once in a while. This is the end, isn't it? You think to yourself as you half-crawl, half-walk to avoid the peasants. You nearly collapse from exhaustion, though you know that the capital is still far away. -Even though you try your hardest to avoid the peasants, they easily track you before you barely make it out of the village orders. Not really surprising considering how they know their lands far better than you do. "There they are!" One of the peasants shout as the five of you come into his view, "Don't let them get away this time!" >Charge against the peasants together with your men (Roll 1d20)>Abandon your men and run back to the village (Roll 1d20)>Abandon your men and run straight towards the capital (Roll 1d20) >Custom Option (Write In)
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>2721603>Abandon your men and run straight towards the capital
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>2721607>Abandon your men and run straight towards the capital
>>2721615meant to quote >>2721603
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>2721603>Abandon your men and run straight towards the capital (Roll 1d20)
>>2721603>Abandon your men and run straight towards the capital (Roll 1d20)
>>2721607>>2721615>>2721616>>2721617>>2721632You realize that the only way you can survive this is to abandon your men and run straight towards the capital. Grischa and the other three men try their best to fight off the peasants, but they are too tired and too injured to do so. You hear them screaming in the distance as the peasants rip them apart limb by limb. You are nearing your breaking point as well. You nearly scream out in pain as your ankle snaps after dropping in a bad angle, but you bite your lips and force yourself to keep quiet. No longer able to run, you crawl and hide inside a dirty hole as the peasants keep searching for you. You remain there for hours, trying not to cry out from the increasing pain. When you finally crawl out of the hole, you realize that the peasants have all returned to the village. You do not have the time to rest though, as the peasants can come back anytime. You crawl towards the capital, despite knowing the futility of your journey. >Continued
>>2721712“I expected that you would make it a bit farther that this,” An inhuman voice suddenly draws your attention, you painfully raise your head to see a horned goat-like figure sitting cross-legged in your path, “But I guess this is where your journey ends.” “Are… you a demon?” You ask in a dry voice, you feel thirsty all of a sudden, so you had been wrong about this all along, “Have you come to claim my soul?” “Frankly, your soul isn’t worth that much,” The demon laughs mockingly, “It’s not like you are even a real priest.” “How do you know that?” You ask in a miserable voice, your voice breaking as you struggle to form each word. “Oh I know everything about you,” The demon looks down at you like you were a transparent maggot writhing in the ground, “See there was this bastard son of a filthy whore who never even met his father. His mother sold him to a fat ugly man for just three coppers, when he was barely six years old. The fat ugly man fucked the little boy all night. He cried and begged his mother to save him, but she was too drunk to care about his pain. Eventually, the boy became numb to the pain, and he was sold again and again to new clients, night after night.” “None of this is true, I beg you, please stop talking about this boy!” You beg the demon to stop, but it laughs you off and keeps talking. “The little boy’s mother grew jealous at how more men chose to fuck her son instead of her,” The demon says in mock sympathy, “Can’t really blame the men though, she was a fat ugly whore with a loose cunt, while he was an innocent little boy with a tight hole. So the mother kept selling him to the cruelest and most perverse men she could find, and subjected him to the most degrading punishments she could think of. The little boy was beaten and abused every night, until whatever good was inside him died an ugly death.” You shiver when you remember those horrific nights. You had tried your best to suppress those memories, but they are just as vivid today as they were years ago. >Continued
>>2721727“So where were we?” The demon walks towards you and bends down to look at you, “Ah, so the little boy grew tired of being beaten and raped by those bigger than him every night. Eventually he started burning rats in firepits, it made him feel good to have something weaker than him at his mercy for a change. He eventually moved to bigger animals. I think he was twelve years old when he finally had enough and bashed his mother’s head in with a rock. He lived in the streets as a nameless urchin after that, scavenging garbage for something to eat. He even forgot the name his mother used to call him. A pity though, it was a pretty name.” You stay silent, too tired to protest when the demon touches your cheek tenderly. Like a hunter petting his pet hound. “So a kindly old priest named Matthew felt pity for the little street urchin and took him in,” The demon’s touch burns your skin, “You see, Father Matthew was a really kind man, he even saw good in the filthy feral child who liked to set stray animals on fire. Sadly, the ungrateful whoreson killed the old man in his sleep and stole his priestly garments, and his name too. Isn’t that how we came to this, ‘Father Matthew’?”>I will do anything to survive, great master, let me sign my name in your book>Why have you come to me, demon? When you know me for the dirt I am?>Tell me this, demon, what will happen to me after the peasants kill me? >Custom Option (Write In)
>>2721729>Why have you come to me, demon? When you know me for the dirt I am?
>>2721729>I will do anything to survive, great master, let me sign my name in your bookI want to see him suffer, but considering how he'd do anything to survive, he'd beg at this point for a chance at survival.
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2721729"Fuck off" Crawl past him
>>2721729>>I will do anything to survive, great master, let me sign my name in your book
>>2721729>I will do anything to survive, great master, let me sign my name in your book
>>2721730>>2721732>>2721765>>2721775>>2721776>>2721789>>2721791“Why have you come to me, demon?” You ask the black goat in a voice filled with self-loathing, “When you know me for the dirt I am?”“Because I wanted to personally thank you for your great service to me,” The goat demon laughs, “A few months ago, a fool named Mikhail had sacrificed his life to destroy my avatar. Since then, I had been wandering this world formless, seeing things from the eyes of the damned, but too weak to cross over to this world physically. My coven of worshipers in the capital had been working day and night to bring me back, but they just couldn’t get the job done! Just when I was nearly erased from this world for good, you brought me back and undid all the work Mikhail’s sacrifice had accomplished.” “I will do anything to survive, great master,” You crawl towards the demon and try to kiss its feet, “Let me sign my name in your book!” “Nah, I already have a new servant,” The demon laughs as the touch of its hooves burns your lips, “Her name is Anya and she signed her name in my book last night. I should thank you for this though, by raping her in the chapel, you had opened her to my influence. You see, when innocents fall from grace, they make the most twisted of servants. I’m sorry, ‘Matthew’, but there is nothing good left in you to corrupt. Why don’t you do us all a favor and just die already?”The demon disappears from your vision as you hear footsteps approaching. You know that the heathen peasants will torture you to death in the most agonizing way they can think of. Maybe they will skin you alive, that is what old pagans used to do to their enemies, right? Or perhaps they will rip out your entrails and burn them while you are still alive, or maybe they will castrate you and force you to choke on your own genitals. Or maybe they will do all of them and more. The footsteps grow closer and you hear the peasants shouting that they have found the false priest. You know that your death will be extremely painful, perhaps even more painful than your imagination can visualize. Yet you do not truly fear how you die, you fear the things that will happen to you after you are dead. Before the demon left, he showed you some twisted visions. He showed you a hellish landscape filled with fire and steel, where countless tormented souls awaited. You saw every man, woman and child you ever tortured, and they saw you back. They grinned at with hollow eyes, waiting for you to die so they can finally have their terrible vengeance upon you. Their hatred towards you have turned them insane and they will torment you in ways too horrific for sane humans to comprehend. You shiver when you realize that is where you will spend an eternity, or perhaps even longer than that. >Epilogue
EpilogueIt has been several months since Father Matthew and his men vanished without a trace while hunting witches. The Tsar grows more restless every night by the thought of what might have happened to the men he had sent to hunt witches. Some say that Father Matthew and his men were last seen near the village of Nav, though the taciturn peasants of that village claims to have never seen them. The village has also gone through a rough time recently, with their village elder and his family dying in tragic accidents. Instead of electing a village leader, the peasants have turned to the young nun who maintains the village church to serve as their leader. It is claimed that the village has changed significantly since Sister Anya took over all the functions of the village elder. Ivan Tsarevich, the young prince, has finally returned to the capital after a long absence. If this news is true, he will see a far more sinister city welcoming him back this time. There have been disappearances of children and worse things happening in the capital. Commander Vasily, the captain of the church’s personal guards also suspects that something far worse than a witch is lurking in the city. The age of witches may be upon us, unless a great witch hunter rises to oppose them. The End
>>2721816Thanks for running QM. Prince Ivan quest when?
>>2721816Thanks for running, QM.
>>2721816Thanks for running.Mathew's end was great, a shame he undid St. Mikail's , the unheard, work in the end tho. Now some questions.When you said that Mikail went for the light in the first thread that means he earned his place in heaven for his sacrifice?Could he guide a good soul throug dreams to finish his work or good spirits don't take such direct actions like the demons do?What would Anya do to Mathew had we voted to go to the desecrated church instead of the capital?When was Mathew's fate sealed? When he went after the elder's family? When he abused Anya? Or his fate was sealed the moment he set foot here?I like you setting and will wait for the next MC, maybe we can make him last more then one thread hehehe. Sorry about the numerous questions.
>>2721816Thanks for running. Hope you continue this series. I have a few questions though. Is there any other way this story could end differently? Could father Matthew sign the book first?Would going to the inn instead of the village elder lead to a better outcome? When's the next installment of this story?
>>2721816Nice runIl be there for the next short quest
>>2721816The only thing missing is the good Captain being shown the depths of his folly and disgrace for burning alive the very peasants he was sworn to protect.
After CreditsThat’s the end of the story for the man who called himself ‘Father Matthew’. My intention for this installment was to come up with a thoroughly unlikable villain, though the story did get uncomfortably dark at some points. It felt rather unpleasant to describe his atrocities, but I decided not to pull any punches, considering how depraved he and his man were. A lot of stories feature flawed anti-heroes as their protagonists, but I wanted to try something different and experiment with a truly sadistic villain as the protagonist instead. The experiment seems to have been a success, considering how most readers wanted ‘Father Matthew’ to die a slow and painful death by the end of the second session. The name ‘Father Matthew’ was a reference to Matthew Hopkins – a seventeenth century English witch-hunter who is thought to have tortured and executed over 300 women as witches. ‘Brother John’ was a reference to John Stearne – an older accomplice of Matthew Hopkins, who is sometimes depicted as a sexual predator. Aside from the actual historical figures, the film ’Witchfinder General’ was a major inspiration for this story. ‘Brother Pierre’ was a reference to Pierre de Lancre – a French judge who had burned 70 women to death, and had planned to burn 3,000 more before he was dismissed from office. He also believed among other things that “the incest between mothers and sons at the end of the Sabbath was essential to give birth to demonic children, as well as a sexual act between a witch and a he-goat”. He might have played a larger role in the story, if we delved more into the supernatural aspects of the setting. >Continued
>>2721880>>2721965>>2721991>>2722107>>2722441>>2722628>Thanks for running QM. Prince Ivan quest when?I might do a third one-shot in the capital, featuring a twenty-three year old Ivan Tsarevich returning home and realizing that something truly horrific is about to happen in the city. Commander Vasily might also make an appearance as a supporting character to the prince. >When you said that Mikail went for the light in the first thread that means he earned his place in heaven for his sacrifice?That was the intent, to show that Mikhail went to a better place as a result of his actions. He and Sasha might have survived if they did as the witch had asked and abandoned their faith, but they would have lost their place in the afterlife then. >Could he guide a good soul through dreams to finish his work or good spirits don't take such direct actions like the demons do?Probably not directly. However, there might be miracles when a good man faces witches or demons again. I will leave it up to the reader to decide whether those are just coincidences or interventions by a benevolent spirit. >What would Anya do to Mathew had we voted to go to the desecrated church instead of the capital?The final battle would have been against her and she would be the one to reveal the true identity of the man known as ‘Father Matthew’. She might have also turned the surviving soldiers and acolytes against the main character. If I run another one shot, the woman formerly known as ‘Sister Anya’ might make an appearance as an antagonist. >When was Mathew's fate sealed? When he went after the elder's family? When he abused Anya? Or his fate was sealed the moment he set foot here?A combination of both. When he abused Anya, he undid the work Mikhail did and allowed the black goat to enter the physical world again. The peasants of this village were actually peaceful people, even though they still celebrated some pagan fertility festivals as harmless traditions. But because of the things ‘Father Matthew’ did to the elder’s family, they have now lost their faith in the church, and will gradually be corrupted into becoming heretical demon worshipers. >I like you setting and will wait for the next MC, maybe we can make him last more then one thread hehehe. Sorry about the numerous questions.I like answering questions, it means the readers are actually involved in the story. And this was originally supposed to be just a one-shot, but I decided to write more because of reader interest. >Continued
>>2723598Yer i was thinking of we could do a the prince as welll and if you want to keep making more we could go feom the prince to mybe a witch?Soing short quest to tells a lager picture is a new thing well i havent seen any thay have been doing it.
>>2723598>Is there any other way this story could end differently?The man known as ‘Father Matthew’ might have found some form of redemption if he didn’t double down on his sadism. If he was not so blatant about his true nature, he might have still retained the loyalty of Borislav and prevent the peasants from forming an angry mob. It might have also led to a confrontation against actual witches hiding in the forest or the demons corrupting the church. I doubt ‘Father Matthew’ would ever be considered a good man, but he might have atoned for some of his sins, if he had risked his life fighting real witches and demons instead. >Could father Matthew sign the book first?I doubt it, he was always a broken man who abused others to feel stronger. Demons in this setting prefer to corrupt good men into becoming their servants instead (e.g. the Black Goat offering Mikhail the chance to serve him in the first one-shot) and do not really care about broken men like him. That said, if he had fought against his sadistic nature and posed a challenge to the demonic corruption spreading in the land, the black goat might have offered him a chance to sign the book. >Would going to the inn instead of the village elder lead to a better outcome?If ‘Father Matthew’ went to the inn, he and his men would have been treated well by the innkeeper at first. But then Brother John would notice the innkeeper’s pretty young daughter and propose that they ‘interrogate’ her together. If he agreed, he and his men might have been poisoned during the next meal or killed as they slept. Also if they were blatant about the abuse, the peasants might have formed a mob like they did for the elder’s family. >When's the next installment of this story?Not really sure to be honest. This was originally supposed to be just a one-shot, but turned into a longer episodic quest. I might run another self-contained story if there is still interest. >Reader Suggestions Let me know what you guys think of the two one-shots so far. Did the second one-shot feel too dark? Writing some of the things ‘Father Matthew’ and his men did was quite disturbing to be honest. Should the third one-shot be a bit lighter in tone? Or should the setting be kept as dark as it is?
>>2723642It was pretty dark, but it never felt forced, at least for me, he was really that much of a monster based on his inner dialogs.in a next instalment I would like to try the noble side of things again, the first story felt more rewarding for me
>>2723642I like the tone, it's a depraved world out there. For the next story I'd like to see more traditional witch hunting. Capture, interrogation and burning without raping innocent women on the way. Also would like to see the prince last longer than a thread. A longer story with more characters and intrigue.
>>2723839>more traditional witch hunting>without raping innocent womenChoose one and only one
>>2723847yeah, I'm more interested in chasing the black goat and his followers, there will be plenty of witches that are not innocent on the way to him
>>2723609>>2723832>>2723839>>2723847>>2723851I'm thinking about writing the Ivan Tsarevich one-shot as a more traditional fantasy story, while taking inspirations from Slavic folklore. The quest setting will remain dark, but this time we will follow a more heroic protagonist who struggles to keep the darkness at bay. And since most people wanted an older prince, Ivan Tsarevich will already be experienced in hunting witches at the beginning of the quest, and may have a slightly higher chance of survival. Other characters mentioned in the first two one-shots might also show up in his story.The Commander Vasily one-shot would have been a hard-boiled detective story adapted to a medieval fantasy setting. We might still have some paranormal mystery elements in the hunt for the witches in the capital, let’s see how that works out. >Let me know if you have any suggestions, I’ll give them a read before the next one-shot
>>2723978Give us some evil witches to abuse and burn.
>>2723847We're going straight to the coven to hunt them, not grab random peasants.>>2723978Give the MC a shot to survive this. And I'd also like to torture truly wicked witches without feeling guilty.
>>2724076Well its not like we naver had a chance its just we rolled a 1 and other shit rolls so the frist mc all died pretty fast.
>>2724076I mean i would rather we have came back from hunting and fightingThinking we will have a nice time but then start to find out whats happening and haveing to find and kill the coven thats in the captile and the captain helps us
>>2723978Good to see you continuing this. My suggestion is to make it a slow burner. Don't jump straight into the action. Let us see the prince doing his normal duties and regular witch hunting before the main plot.