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Chasity put her head in her hands, trying desperately not to cry as her friend was found guilty. Death was now very well at hand. She hated this. This trail was a mockery of the judicial system and the judge should even know that. Of course Alice had never had such a birthmark and she would never have hurt another living soul, witch or not. It was really all she could do not to shout at them for how foolish they were for doing such a thing. She looked over at Matheus and Telaria, knowing there was nothing they could do now, but wanting to to hope that maybe there still was.

Teina was able to hear the verdict and watched carefully as people came out, getting up and looking as if she were waiting for a parent or something. Pure delight carefully sheilded, she saw some of her coven and walked over to them slowly, still wanting to catch the conversations of others.

Raziel walked down the hallways of his own personal labereth, the sounds of his footfalls mirrored in time with the soft clicking of bones from the thralls cased in black iron. Satin brushed against his legs under his cloak, his open fingers pressed through gloves that retreated up to his shoulders. Upon reaching the door he stopped and one of his raised beasts open the door for him to pass through. He continued on, down the stairs and looked over at his Skarlock who was hunched over a crystal skull, hissing in Thrallspeech as its balefire eyes gazed deep with it. Various runes that were painted on glowed with sickly spectral light. The Skarlock turned its head and with a inhailed and broken living speech addressed its master.
Master, the sentence is being carried out, the planted has been found guilty.
Go then, bring her back to thee alive if possible or at the very least her soul. She has use to mine will yet.
The Skarlock bowed his head and and grabbed a small, metal looking cage and a cloak. He throw the cloak on and ghosted his way into the multipul tunnels to go to the surface. One of his thralls went with him and grabbed a cloak and a helm for his black iron suit. Raziel had pulled some strings and got them enchanted so his undead creations looked alive to the living. He was a cautious man when he needed to be and now was one of those moment. He looked down for a moment and produced another of those small iron cages, he turned the tap on the upper portion of it and the room became flooded with the presence of three souls, howling in anguish at their anchoring to the world. Raziels eyes glazed over as he took a long, deep breath. The spirits around him drifted towards him and was pulled inside the gulf within Raziels own soul. He closed his eyes and after a few minutes he could feel his hands stop shaking and vigor return to his lips. He opened his eyes again and he walked over to the large crystal. Inside the crystal, a raident, red-headed woman lay seemingly asleep. He raised his gloved hand ran it over the smooth surface that seperated his one and only from him. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against the glass, a ghost of a smile spreading across his dark lips.
Just a little longer... just a little longer and I'll have ye back. It won't be long now mine dear. I promise.
The shifting of clicking bone and iron semi pulled him from the trance. He lowered himself to his knees and let his fingers grace the crystal.
Prepare thine next chamber for our new arrival and then get Tartarus out. Thee will work on him shortly. But for now. Thine will just be in the presence of mine love.

When all of the courtroom events ended a man named Max dissmissed himself. He just couldn't take it! The Blessed aren't doing anything to help.Every day it seems another person like Alice is proved guilty for witchcraft! Alice is the first one to be a witch but a good witch at that one of the Blessed. Max felt like he had to do something, but thats for the Blessed to decide not him. The whole town of Salem and towns near it could end up hurt bad because of the Conflicted.I'll talk to Chuckles about this Max thought. Chuckles is max's undead minion. Apart from having no brain at all Chuckles was pretty smart. Max knew Chuckles could help or at least thought that he/it can.

Brim let out a long, and drawn out sigh. He shook his head, and walked towards the library. His library. He swung the door open, and walked into an area filled with scrolls. Which were in fact blue-prints, and maps. Pulling out three of them Brim cleared a table, and scrawled out the first one. The biggest one. A map of the town. Then a blue print of the jail-house, and a miniature map of the area around the gallows. All recently updated by yours truly. Brim Ogre.

Teina nodded and slipped into the crowd very easily, anybody hardly noticing her presense because of her size. Any Conflicted member she saw she would tap on their arm and whisper in their ear. She started over to Aelor when she saw the woman, but someone came up to chat. It would be rude of her to interupt, not that she cared, but most other children would be better behaved than her anyway. Instead, she merely walked up and tapped the back of Aelor's hand twice, smiling once at her to signal a celebration. Then, saying nothing else she slipped back into the crowd.

She knew that Raziel was probably not really here at the moment, so she would not bother looking for him. As for Luna, she truly had no idea where the other girl could've gone. Any other Conflicted who weren't here would find out the results soon enough, if they hadn't already had someone predict it in their favor.

Chasity walked out of the courtroom, her head bowed slightly. She glanced around from time to time to see the other Blessed and change her direction towards them. This day was turning out to be even worse than she expected, but they had to find a way to save Alice before it was too late.

A cold chill billowed from under the cloth of the two ambassadors of Raziel made their way into the woods towards town He cloak of the Skarlock created an image of a beautiful, but scared woman and the only flesh of the Bane Thrall appeared dark. His huge black iron frame towered over the skarlock. The Bane Thrall was as silent as the grave. But the Skarlock prattled on in thrallspeech, much to the silent dismay of Bane Thralls companion. It was a still a ten minute walk to the village square to fetch the accused for their creator and Master. The Bane Thrall stopped and looked to its left, it sence another undead and not of its masters creation. It was far too crude and inexperience. It seemed more like a creature of mistake then talent. A first creation? Yes, but it had intelligence like his own, if not slighty smarter... but not as smart as the Skarlock who could cast spells on its masters behalf. Pinprick, green banefire eyes scanned the area.
What is wrong, Terminous? Do you sence something?
Nothing, Asphyxious. I just thought that I senced more undeath... but a crude creation at best. Let us continue.
They started off again and moved toward their distination. Terminous shouldered his great axe and continued to look around, yes, he could feel faint necrotic energys waxing and waining. Still... it wasn't a huge threat. But he decided to remain cautious none the less.

Raziel opened his eyes. Pulling himself from the crystal from which he fell asleep on. He looked up at his love and pulled himself into a stand. He looked around and saw Angorous standing dutifully at his side. He saw the bones of a once proud warrior laid out on the table, half of his runes painted on with the tarrish black ink lay not far out.
How long hath thy been asleep, Angorous?
No more than five to ten minutes master. Preperations are made for you to continue on Tartarus.
Raziel pushed himself up and walked over to his table. Hundreds of eerie green lights lite up to illuminate his working area. Raziel lowered himself down gently and took up the brush to apply the glyphs along the bones. He lost himself within the past of his love and when things were happier for him.

Thoria Maye, or better known as Victoria Maye, stood in front of her small house. It had two floors, the bottom was her work shop an kitchen, while the top was her bedroom and other workshop. In the middle of the house sat a large fire place, that only worked up stairs, in the other workshop.
She was stitching up a dress for work.
Thoria was not able to go to the trial, she had been forced to work at a costumers house for the day and had just came back. However, Alice was a close friend, she heard the word pass through the town, Guilty.
Thoria lowered her head in sadness, a tear dripping down her face.
'The first real witch. Its not fair!' Thoria thought angrily to herself. A small drop of blood trickled down her finger from the pin shed pricked herself on.
"I'm sorry Alice...." She mumbled to herself as she raised her head to the sound of someone coming down the road.