NationStates Jolt Archive

The Lotters are a small, isolated cluster of islands, shrouded in mist and surrounded by viscious seas. The islands are very suspicious, but now it seems that a very real problem has sprung up of late. The king has discovered that a huge band of witches has appeared on the Lotters, the king has now offered a huge reward for whoever can give him the heads of the most witches.

Possible characters:
Witches
Witch-hunters

"Aye men we have a jobs to do. Sum Witches inthe Lotters and there a reward for killing em.So how bout ya get out ya swords they can be an..." "Oh my god! What da hell was that! Aghhhhhhhhh..." "WITCHES!" Yelled one knight after seeing two of his Frends carried off "You two! Arrows! Now!" The swoosh of the arrows made the witches even crazyer. the leader who was carried off now in a witces pulled out his dagger and shoved it in the witches chest he then fell into a lake infested sea weed the captain tangled in sea weed then died from on coming water. One soilder ran nearly hitting two other running soilders went to the dead witch grabbed it's long hair and cut it's head off. "I've got one" he screamed he then threw the head to the soilders with the duffle bag. the two archers were firering rapidly but none hit. one witch monuvered behind the soilders grabbed him by the neck dropped his lifless body. "the have the touch of death give me that arrrow!"
He grabbed the arrow then shot it at another witch just about to use the touch of death the arrow landed hit it in the chest and it fell off two more soilders cut the head off of it.5 soilders set up a trap whitch resulted in the hanging of two more witches "Four witches.Four bars of gold. I bet i can get one" two witches were coming from both sides he then thrust his sword killing one witch then witch behind him gave him the touch.

The Naval ship was tossed around the seas surrounding the lotter islands, but captain Manuel Drake held firm. Persevering, the ship pulled into a secluded bay on one of the largest islands.

"Men, arm up. We're making land!" Shouted the captain.

The soldiers snatched up rifles and spears and stepped onto the sand. As soon as they hit the cursed lotter isles, they shivered, sensing a cold malevolence was watching them.

"We're heading to the largest town on this island. Groyne, Barnes, stay and watch the ship.

"Gottit, sir." The two men acknowledged.

The party began climbing up the rough track of the bay cliff, and the two guards watched them go, somewhat nervously.

"Fancy a game of cards?"

(OOC i assume handguns and flintlock pistols are available at this point in time.)

A second group walking through the woods following an acient map found the witches ground. There was treasure tons of treasure.One soilder picking some up said, "This will be great for trade screw this lets go back home and sell this we will make more money on this then the prize. Thank you custardia you set you're self up for failure you owe me a prize for killing 5 witches

Sera had finished heating the water. She took the large bucket and dumped it into the tub for her bath. She removed her robe and enterd the water, storking her elegant red hair to ring out the water. There was a knock on her door entered a boy with very black hair. "What are you doing here Core?"

"We're undersiged, they're hunting witches."

"Hunting us?"

"That's right. You must leave."

"You're comming with?"

"No I stay and fight you go."

"No Core, no. Your better at navigating and controlling the sails than I am."

"You'll do fine Sera. Pack up quickly it's a storm on two fronts." He meant not only the invading people but the weather. It was turning rough wich would make it harder for her."

Sera instantly hoped out fo the tub not instantly bothering for her clothes. She needed to put away her prized possesion including her spell book. She hid it, in a hidden capartment that went deep. She threw on a rainponcho and left her small hut.

Criter and his band came on shore in their large custardian vessel and all climbed ashore. The air was cold, it was raining and wind was quickly pickng up speed, a storm was brewing.
"Right men, the king of these isles needs the help of all who can give, and that means us! not only that, but hes offering a hefty reward for the heads of any witches we kill."
Criters speach was met by appause and yelling from the witchunter band, but it was cut short as Tacha, one of the hunters coughed violently, blood splattered across the sand at his feet and collapsed, dead. All the men drew pistols, bows and swords of various description, but none so fast as Criter, He spun round and flipped out his pistol and sword in one movement, his long blonde hair and tan long coat flapped around him. A ragged black-robed figure with disgustingly unwashed hair stood with her hand outstretched stood a little while behind. A witch. She was accompanied by other, clearly weaker witches (all of whom smelt of rotting flesh and must. These were clearly demon worshiping witches, this fact being even more apparent as a small hairy being, caguely shaped like a horned toad, crawled out from behind the first witch, this must be her familiar. Criter fired several shots at the filthy cluster, one found its mark and a witch collapsed in a pool of black blood. hundreds of pistol shots and arrows followed the attack and many more witches fell. But then a jet of blue flame shot from a witches hand and another witch-hunter exploded in a cloud of fire. Once the flames cleared the witches were halfway towards them, flames and flashes of light erpting from amongst their number. The ranged attacks from the hunters continued but only a few fell.
"CHARGE!" shouted Criter, the witches didnt know what had hit them as the band of witch-hunters charged them, swords slashing, pistols firing. One of Criters men cut open the familiar, only to be hurled to his doom by the explosion that marked the familiars death. 3 more witches were slain and 4 more men. Sddenly Criter was standing infront of the lead witch. Red light clouded his vision but the spell failed and Crter plunged his sword ito the witches foul chest. After the death of their leader, the remaining witches were easily cut down. Amounting to 11 witches.
"Right lets start the beheading!"shouted Criter.

Baum Humas had barricaded his house and send his 2 boys to fight them off downstairs, but the incompetent wastes of space were being eaten by zombies in the living room. Humas sighed. It didn't matter, they weren't even his kids.

He crossed the room to the mantelpiece. there was his father's shotgun, the stock inlaid with bronze, the barrel still shining. Humas lifted it down. He wasn't going without a fight.
Next he reached his bed. There were 36 shotgun shells there, all perfectly packed. Humas loaded them into the secret part of his overcoat. Then he thundered down the stairs.

The gormless zombies looked up in surprise as the peasant jumped down the last 5 steps. He shot one zombie close up in the head. the shot made contact and pieces of cranium spread out everywhere, but the vicious recoil send the shotgun flying backwards- into another zombie.

"Better use 2 hands in future" Muttered Baum as he retrieved his weapon from the twitching corpse.

OOC: we are aloud pistols?

There were three groups sent to kill the witches and the third the only one left was undermanned under armed and undertrained if they could kill 1 witch with out loosing all of their men it would be a miricale and Bogat knew it. he was the leader of the damned group. their boat was 200 yards from bay and the weather was horrible. rain poured down heavily on the witch hunters heads. the sea water was also sloshing into the creaky boat they weren'y going to even make it to the shore let alone survivng the fighting. after a long half hour they made it to the shore there was a arguement going on between 2 men, "Witches are ugly disgusting creatures, I do not know how you could think they are beautful." "Because they are! You have never seen a witch before have you? No! That is how they are able to kill so many people, when a soilders sees them they think they are meerly seeing a woman.if they were as ugly as you say there wouldn't be any witches left in world!" "Oh shut up Ghore you are right they are beautful but just shut up about it!" Yelled an angry Bogat "Garb ye swords. Mihelen grab the bag of pistols and pass one out to each person." "There is only 12 and there is 27 men, who should I give it to?" "anyone just pass 'em out." Mihelen did what he was told and took out his sword the group was out in the middle of the woods when they 7 more pistols and 8 skeletons "These look like our pistols and their cloths look like ours. Witches are in the area keep a good look for 'em." just then as he finished his sentence 3 witches rose from the ground grabbed the two men in the back picked them and muttered in unusion some chant the the rest of the men to suprised to relize to do something saw the age growing on the two mens faces until they died "Don't just stand there kill 'em" screamd Bogat as he pulled out his pistol firing at the witches the bullets went through his mens bodies but he didn't care he just wanted these witches dead he cared so much only because his parents were killed by witches the 2 witches died then rest of the men jumped into action and fought their hearts out... literallyat the end these were the numbers
19 humans and 13 witches dead this was better then Bogat expected his last 8 men ran throught the woods with the witches heads boarded the boat and rowed off the coast witches can't go past water they were safe