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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 19:27:21 GMT -8
The crowd fell silent with Aurelias came to the group.
"That's the WRONG brother!" accused a voice to the crowd, but one man stepped forward and shoved at the back of the head of one of the girls, making her cry out and fall onto her stomach on the cobbles before Aurelias.
"WITCHES! That's what's GOING ON HERE!" yelled the peasant, and a loud ruckus went up from behind him from the mob, once more in an outrage that witches would be in their midst! The young woman continued to cry, sobbing into their hands.
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Aurelias Accipitris
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Dec 3, 2016 20:05:24 GMT -8
Aurelias looks at the leader of the mob for a moment. At least he assumed he was the leader since he was the one talking about the mob. He was also the one picking on the women or witches were they still women if they really are witches? He wasn't actually sure. Either way, he was getting irritated and on principal he backhands the peasant for being noisy.
He was a strong man and well trained the peasant would be lucky to still be standing after the blow. "If you suspected these women of witchcraft, you should have reported it to the guard and let us handle it." He says with a yawn and then he turns his gaze onto the crowd. "Piss off all of you, before we start cracking skulls." He gestures to the palace guards who would draw truncheons, once the crowd was gone he'd yawn again. "Take the witches to the dungeon and fetch my brother." He scratches at himself and makes his way towards the dungeon to meet with Nik.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 20:02:05 GMT -8
The peasant let out a sharp cry and was knocked back into the crowd, who caught him clumsily. Outrage immediately painted over their faces as they stared at the Captain -- the Captain that they all loved to hate -- for choosing to the side of the Mistresses of the Devil.
The girls were forced up onto their feet and made to walk into the dungeons, and a soldier rushed to fill the Captain's orders. The crowds dispersed, but only barely, all of them finding reasons to linger. They wanted a public spectacle. They wanted to see what was going to happen. But the gates to the palace closed again, and they wandered a little closer in hopes of being able to hear something.
Meanwhile, Nikandros was rubbing at the bridge of his nose between his eyes, trying to numb a headache that was building as his Master of the Stone argued with his Master of the Wood, who argued with his Master of the Water. "I need a port, and a port closer to Glaucia," Nikandros said to them. "We're the only capital city so far from a body of water--"
"Your highness, what you're suggesting is not possible," reasoned the Master of Wood.
The Master of Stone scoffed, "A carpenter WOULD say that."
"Your highness," came the quiet voice of a clerk that had been sent by the soldier who had been sent by Aurelias to fetch him. Nikandros gestured the boy over to where he stood by one of the windows of the palace, and he bent so the tale could be told.
"Masters, wait for me here," Nikandros said and left the room.
When he arrived to the gaol of the gatehouse, it was with two guards and a servant with him, his face set in displeasure. "Three counts of witchcraft?" Nikandros asked, his tone mildly angered. "That many counts could catch the attention of the Inquisition. Do we know that it's true?"
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Dec 6, 2016 12:57:47 GMT -8
Aurelias looks at the scared huddling mess of girls his face a mask of apathy. He turns when his brother enters the room and salutes, Nik looked as annoyed as Aurelias felt. “If these three are witches I'll eat your hat.” He says with a non-committal shrug. “Not that it matter in the least, the inquisition is almost certainly coming regardless if it's true or not. Once they get here those three are dead anyway so you might as well burn them at the stake before the inquisition arrives, that way you look properly pious.”
Aurelias lets out a heavy sigh of disgust. “Fucking idiot peasants. As though real witches would be so stupid and powerless to be caught by am an angry mob.” The captain rubs the bridge of his nose. “It's going to be their wives and daughters that get accused, tortured, and executed. By the time this is done I'd be surprised if we didn't have a dozen dead ‘witches’.” He sounds disgusted though his face remains carefully apathetic.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 12:35:01 GMT -8
Nikandros didn't share in his brother's opinion that he should burn them now and burn them quickly. He did not want to start a sweep of witch hunts. If he acted this quickly over the witches, it would give the idea to those in other villages that they could act, themselves, just as quickly.
Nikandros looked at the women, cowering. One was little more than a girl, with barely budding breasts and maturity. The Grand Prince pinched the bridge of his nose where a headache was building, listening to the casual way Aurelias spoke. He wasn't wrong in his opinion of the villagers.
"There has to be an investigation," Nikandros spoke. "I can't go in too quickly to the mobs, otherwise the mobs will control Rauczech. "This needs to be investigated, first. Aurelias, I want you to figure out how these women are related, if at all. I want to know where they come from, and then I want you to investigate just what it was that they did to get them accused of witchcraft." he turned his gaze onto Aurelias. "Report to me personally by sun down. And do this as quietly as you can."
His edict was given. He didn't have any more time to spare for these women. He had ports to build, rivers to widen, miracles to work.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Dec 11, 2016 18:33:18 GMT -8
Aurelias sighs at his brother's orders, wondering if Nika was seriously considering letting these girls go. So far as Aurelias was concerned the girls fate's were sealed. It didn't matter that they properly weren't real witches they'd been accused and they'd be ostracized and persecuted until they admitted to the crime they didn't commit or died. Still, orders were orders and he salutes his brother. "As you will."
The captain exits the keep with a platoon of guards and set to work gathering all the information he can about the events that lead the girls to their fate. He is dogged in his duties tracking down the faces he remembers from this morning and forcing them to talk.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 8:16:51 GMT -8
The women were imprisoned, and Aurelias was on his way. He would find no lack of person coming forward to tell them the stories of the women.
"I saw her dancing naked with the Devil!" "She is the lover of die Krampus!" "That witch poisoned my son with plague!" "She and her sisters cursed my home!" "She turned me into a newt! ... But I got better." "... wanted a special price for my bread, then cursed me with maggots..." "... since their father died they've always been coming out after dark..." "... hear strange sounds and noises from their home..." "... tried to seduce my son with a potion that made him sicker than a dog..." "... saw them fly across the moon one night..." "... peeked in the window and I saw the Demon himself standing in their midst..." "... watched a snake crawl from their mouths once, sware on me mum..." "... even the little one, seduced by the demon tries to seduce others..." "... wear rags during the day, but I see them in silk at night, deal with the devil it is..." "... crying blood..." "... speaking the Demon tongue..." "... dancing in the air..." "... killed my baby..." "... broke into my home..." "... brought a drought to my field..." "... rotted my eggs from the inside out..." "... need to burn her..." "... she'll drag us all to the demon..." "... may God have mercy on their souls."
And it was up to Aurelias to decipher through the information, or follow a thread he thought might hold some kernel of truth, and investigate it, or report it to his brother.
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Post by Aurelias Accipitris on Dec 13, 2016 16:45:02 GMT -8
"That witch poisoned my son with plague!" "... wanted a special price for my bread, then cursed me with maggots..." "... since their father died they've always been coming out after dark..." "... hear strange sounds and noises from their home..." "... tried to seduce my son with a potion that made him sicker than a dog..."
After hours of talking to idiots peasants, these are the rumors that strike him as being worth investigating. He'd have to investigate more to certain but a picture was already forming in his head. The girls were likely the daughters of a local tradesman, likely a baker. Their father had died and as was their right they'd taken over the business since Nik was rather liberal letting woman own a business as long as they did good work. The girls probably didn't know enough about the trade and had fucked up the bread making a few young men sick, young men since they'd probably targeted them to drum up business. When they realized they were fucking up the bread they started to stay up late to figure out what was going on. He decides to research these rumors a bit more and see what else he can turn up.
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