As the men lead Sarah into the grounds of the castle, appearing to be a prisoner, sure enough there was a bustling village inside, complete with market. The villagers all stop and stare at the redhead as the two 'knights' escort her inside. John Gable walks at their side, looking proud, giving off the hint that he had led the knights to her capture.
One of the villagers notices the silver pentacle charm dangling from Sarah's neck. She yells out with the loudest alarming scream you've ever heard.
"WITCH! SHE'S A WIIIIIITCH!"
Sarah holds back a smile. Waylon and the others might not have realized it...but she was actually hoping this would happen. It doesn't take long before dozens of guards surround Sarah and the two 'knights'.
"Excellent work, men." [/i]
The guards retrieve Sarah from Waylon and John Thomas, leading her to the center of the town square. It would seem they have a lot of 'witches' around here because they already had a wooden stake with various hay bails stacked around it. Conveniently ready for disposing of a witch. They lead Sarah toward the stake. The others watch on as the villagers get crazed with euphoria and begin to all yell and chant.
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
Sarah remains calm, looking toward her friends, trying to give them some sense that she has this under control, despite the entire scene looking to the contrary.
Waylon hands the pipe over to John, as he watches the whole thing unfold. Sarah is dragged through tow, and Waylon runs after her, paying no attention to the other men, as they tie her up, the look in her eyes doesn't do a lot to soothe Waylon.
Waylon: Ah fuck.
the hellbilly positions himself, so that he has a clear shot through if things get out of hand. He holds his sword in front of him, waiting for any sign of danger.
The crowd continues to chant and hoot and holler. It was the crazed mob mentality at it's finest. The guards luckily enough leave her in the manacles that she was already 'bound' with. They lead her to the stake, only looping on string of rope around her to keep her near the pole. One of the guards look at her.
Guard: You are hereby accused in the kingdom of Essex as having consorting with Satan whilst using the practices of Witchcraft with the Dark Lord himself. I ask once of thee, how shall you pleadeth?
Sarah rolls her eyes. Satan? Really? These medeival idiots really had no idea. Oh well, whatever. She smirks at him.
Sarah: I wish to speak to your King. [/i]
The guard shakes his head in denial.
Guard: The King hath no time for your sorcery, witch. I ask of thee once more....how shall you pleadeth?
Sarah looks directly at the guard and grins.
Sarah: Guilty! [/i]
The crowd gasps as they bustle about with gossip and inner talkings. The guard is shocked as well that she so easily confessed to the crimes. He is about to read her death sentence when Sarah surprises them all once again.
Sarah: Foolish sheep! Your bindings cannot hold me! [/i]
She slips the loosens manacles off and they drop to the ground behind her, leaving her hands free in which she uses to remove the rope from herself. The crowd again gasps, this time in fear. The guards draw their weapons and approach her.
Sarah: Come any closer and I shall end your lives! [/i]
She looks at Waylon, John Thomas and John Gable.
Sarah: Let them be an example for all of you![/i]
She stares at Waylon first, raising her hands while reciting a bunch of mumbo jumbo that sounded evil and wicked and whatever and she clenches her hand tight as if somehow clenching Waylon's heart from afar. She follows by doing the same with both Johns. She looks at them with angst as she hopes they realize what to do...else this gig is up.
Waylon looks over at John, and nods, before biting down on the blood capsule, and beginning to convulse on the ground. It look as if he is spiitting up blood, all of the guards, and msot of the crowd turn to look, as John Thomas begins to do the same.
Crowd member: They got the plague!!!
Suddenly, there is a stampede, and the crowd disappears, as well as a lot of the guards.
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John Gable: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow
John Gable falls to the ground. Then bites down the capsule.
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He screams out as most of the crowd disperses. Everyone is in complete fear of the redhead, just as she had hoped would happen. She steps down from the stake and the remaining guards tremble before her.
Sarah: Show me to the castle...or suffer a far worse fate than they have. [/i]
The guards nod and agree to show Sarah into the castle.
Sarah: Load their bodies onto that cart as well as all the supplies it can carry. I mean everything! Two horses and you WILL provide me with a driver. [/i]
The guard nods, but frightened, he asks.
Guard: What shall become of their bodies?
Sarah grins as she scares him once again.
Sarah: Perhaps I shall use them as a sacrifice to the 'Dark Lord.' Do not worry yourself with such things else you join them.[/i]
He nods and has some of the other guards collect Waylon, and the two Johns as well as all the supplies she's demanded. The head guard leads Sarah toward the main castle. She notices Benjamin Atreyu emerge and slyly, she winks at him.
Sarah: There, him! He shall be my driver! [/i]
That's one way to get the whole group outta here.
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Waylon stays limp, allowing the fake blood to drip from his mouth. They throw him into the cart, along with the John's. This plan was insane, but somehow it worked, and now they were on their way to the castle... which is something Waylon still isn't sure he wants. He almost gives himself away by laughing, as the line "Bring out your dead!" goes through his mind.
John Gable: Hey, Seth. I won't pretend to know what is going on but if you ever see this. I would just like to ask if you could at least grant access to the RP boards. I really like reading old RPs. They mean a lot to me. I put a lot of work into them.
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John Gable: And there is a friend I have been wanting to show them to because they want to read them as well. So, it would mean a lot to me that, if you see this, you could open of the RP boards again just so I could see it. If it isn't any trouble.
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John Gable: Please and thank you.
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