Horror Historical Earth Hexton: A Story Of Witchcraft

It is the year of our Lord 1682, ten years before the infamous witch trials of Salem. The inhabitants of a small colonial town of Hexton, in the heart of New England are recovering from a long and severe winter.
Young and old alike had died from harsh conditions, and the local town church yard had filled fast.
And now at the start of spring, news has spread that many neighbouring farms are losing cattle and sheep
which will put incredible strain on resources for the town. But worse is yet to come...in a town struck with fear and desperation, the blame is easy, it is the work of magic. This is the forgotten story in history,
A story of superstition and of terror...this is the story of the town of Hexton.


History (or a brief timeline of Hexton)

1549: Sir William Turner purchases land that would later be called Hexton. Native Americans had for centuries avoided the area calling it "a black spot"

1561: A village is completed this year on the land, Turner calls it New Upton Snodsbury, after the village of his paternal Grandfather

1564: Sir William Turner dies in his sleep, his last words are said to have been muttered "What have thou done?"

1586: New Upton Village has now doubled in size and given town status, the townspeople vote to have the name changed to Hexton.

1588: James Maxwell becomes the town's first mayor, soon after he starts having dreams of 'Angelic' beings, describing them as 'Deities that belong to the Greeks of old'

1589: Maxwell's dreams become more intense, he seeks the local wise woman and fortune teller Elbeth Chatham who tells him his dreams are visions of Volantes, Spirits that hold claim to the area for thousands of years.

1590: Maxwell driven insane by what are now nightmares, burns Elbeth at the stake for witchcraft, he decrees any who mutter the name of Volantes are attempts to summon them and will share the same fate.

One week after her death, a hurricane rips through Hexton, 18 people are killed

1591: Maxwell in a trance strides to the local river and drowns.

1609: Grave Robbers dig up the body of Maxwell, Poltergeist activity begins in townsfolk houses, it stops as suddenly as it started after five months.

1611: Susannah Clifton writes "The Flying Ones: Ancient Entities Of The New World" it is a hit in the town.

1614: The townspeople accuse Clifton with communicating with the ghost of Elbeth, She is lynched and torn limb from limb. And her remains left for the wild dogs

1618: five year old William Holden tells school friends he is visited in the night by "Aphrodite and Pallas Athene"
he is soon ostracized for his eccentricities

1624: William Holden, now aged 11 can speak 4 languages including ancient Greek without being taught by either family or tutor. He tells Mayor Arnold Freeman that the town will suffer a terrible fate in the year 1865. The townspeople drown him for being a soothsayer.

1650: Rev Patrick Morton the town's minister writes in his journal of his conversation of a 'wordly young maiden, with knowledge of subjects far beyond her years'

1651: Morton's journal entry names the girl 'Tyrian' and claims she told him this in a dream.

1652: Morton's journal is almost exclusively about the 'young maiden' who in his entries claim: 'never ages a day' and 'her skin without a blemish' he states that Tyrian talks about Heaven and Hades, what these places are actually like, and talks to the minister about theological matters to a depth that makes him 'dizzy'. When asked where she is from Tyrian's answers are variable, stating at different times: Atlantis, Olympus, the third heaven, a star million of miles away called Xenon, Valhalla and Vyraj'

1660: Morton dies, his final journal entry "I pray for thee Hexton, oh How I pray"

1681: a bitterly cold winter befalls Hexton, 21 die from the extremities.


Volantes

Entities that are said to 'haunt' the area surrounding Hexton.
Though the exact number is unknown, Susannah Clifton's book mentions 4
it is likely Tyrian who manifested to Reverend Morton's is a Volan. It is also likely She is one that visited young William appearing as either Aphrodite or Athene.
Who or what exactly they are is unknown and defy classification.
Belief in them in the town of Hexton is split. Some believe without question while others say they are superstitious folklore creatures and bedtime stories and belief in them brings harm to the town.


Rules

1. TOS to be applied at all times.
2. This is a sandbox game, and thus does not have a 'set' storyline in place as of yet, though it is the hope that a Witch Trials event will take place.
3. To start with, Players may create two characters. Just fill out a character sheet as with any other RP thread. (see example below)
4. This game is meant to be fun, no need to fret about being historically accurate or not, so don't worry if your character is using a steam pump (not to be invented until another 16 years after this story takes place) for example.
5. Where possible please avoid one or two sentence responses, if you prefer this type of RPGing, please combo post, world/character building is encouraged
6. Have fun, and play at your own style and pace

 

Character Sheet


Name: Danica Chandler

Age: about to turn 8 years old

Picture:


Description: long blonde hair, hazel eyes, small in height.

Personality: Vindictive, sly, precocious, prone to temper tantrums and used to getting her own way.

Likes: making others feel miserable, tormenting the neighbours

Dislikes: school, being told what to do, people she feels are of low status

Brief Bio:

Danica was born to an American father of British ancestry and a Danish mother. Her name meaning 'Morning Star to the candle maker' she believes that she is 'brighter' (more intelligent) than anyone else at her school and should be homeschooled. Her parents are of the more affluent of the town, and of course Danica likes to flaunt this wealth and prestige to others less fortunate.

 

anica has been restless the entire sermon, The minister has, as always, captivated the congregation with his usual charisma. But for her she wasn't too keen on listening how Peter became a fisher of men, or the precise reason Moses wasn't allowed to enter the promised land, something about hitting a rock with a stick instead of whispering to it...she yawns, a little too loudly. Her father, "Mr. Chandler" to almost everybody, elbows her, discreetly of course, he was after all a man of decorum. Danica nudged her father back with her own elbow sulkily. She then spotted her, The dwarf Priscilla, and a cruel smile forms on her lips, she takes a chestnut from her pocket (she had collected them that morning) ignoring her parent's insistence "no play on the Sabbath" and pretends to sneeze, the chestnut thrown in Priscilla's general direction. Surely Priscilla will have something to say about this after the service.

Her father gives her a glare which was met with a muttered "sorry father" from the girl. "Another thing to add in your confession" he states whispering, firmly. Danica frowns. Confession with Pastor Meecham, just how I want to spend my day of rest...
The sermon ended not long after, and the faithful departed the church, congratulating the reverend on yet another beautiful eulogy.
Danica spots Priscilla from the corner of her eye several paces away and turns to her with a facetious smirk,
her father was busy talking to the Reverend "Wonderful, simply Wonderful, Reverend, Mrs. Chandler wishes she could be here, but she is still recovering from the chill. Are you ready to see Danica?" he asks reservedly


@Lady_Belligerent @HanSolo29

 

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This is The Journal of Reverend Patrick Morton, Dated 1650...it details many things from the ordinary lives of the people of town, his daily business, and other mundane activities of daily life, but it also reveals the extraordinary, instances that cannot be explained back then, or 400 years later, these are the excerpts of these events starting in January that year....

January 5
I did see a creature yond liketh a fox, but nay so much liketh a fox as liketh a badg'r, and t's tail twice the size of itself. the thing wast not moving liketh from this m'rtal landeth, but hov'ring ov'r the lake, the beast did look at me and then did vanish. I madeth the signeth of the crosseth and hath returned to the rect'ry, at which hour i did dine with a hearty meal, f'r reasons i couldst not pray pardon me, i wast not restful and did retire to sleep chamber


(I saw a creature that was like a fox, but no so much like a fox as like a badger, and it's tail twice the size of itself. the thing was not moving like from this mortal land, but hovering over the lake, the beast looked at me and then vanished. I made the sign of the cross and returned to the rectory, when I dined with a hearty meal, for reasons I could not explain, I was tired and retired to bed.)

January 8

The funeral of william barrett wast a somb'r affair, and i did taketh to mineth stroll in acre woods outside town at which hour i did seeth the most peculiar sight, not moo than than fifteen paces away. F'r peering at me from behind an fusty oak tree wast a harlequin did dresseth in motley. 't gestur'd to me with a waft and did stepeth behind the bark, whith'r 't did doeth not re-emerge. I wast about to walketh up to 't to hest an explanation at which hour suddenly i did heareth a voice from behind me. I did turneth with haste to seeth a young mistress did sitteth on a large log. The lady wast a formidable creature, that lady age, not easy to determine, wast anywhere between fifteen and twenty. The lady did weareth a longeth dresseth although 't wast not so much liketh a dresseth as 't wast a stola, and wast dazzling with its whiteness. Wrapp'd 'round both that lady wrists wast a bilboes of bluebells and 'round that lady waist wast a girdle of pure gold. As f'r that lady features of that lady face, that lady skin, liketh that lady hands, wast of milky tea colour. That lady hair, which did matcheth that lady eyes wast of dark brown, wavy and fine. I was, f'r a moment, stunn'd by that lady beauty, but being a sir of god and of pious mind reist'd any thoughts of temptation to asketh the mistress f'r a dance. I wast about to speaketh at which hour the lady did speaketh again. This timeth that lady voice did filleth the air liketh a breeze, and though that lady that from which we speaketh did doeth moveth to speak, the soundeth did doeth not, i believe, emanate from that lady throat 'r mouth. The lady did speaketh mineth name, and then did recite a private conversation i did has't yond morn with mrs, hennessey. Mimicking our voices with perfecteth accuracy. I back'd hence with building terror, and did shout "away from me, fairy, in the nameth of all yond is holy, returneth to the earth to which thee came". The creature ere did smileth and with a calmness did replyeth the lady wast not from the earth, but from the air, the water, the heavens and far hence lands yond wilt nev'r beest seen by the eye of men. 't wast at this moment, thith'r wast a death liketh stillness about me, the birds did has't did stopeth singing, and mineth forks wouldst not move. Mineth gazeth wast transfix'd on this siren. I did manageth a stamm'r and demand'd to knoweth who is't the lady was. The lady did telleth me the lady wilt telleth me tonight as i sleep. With yond the atmosphere did doeth changeth once again, and i stumbl'd backwards. I did runneth from those bewitch'd woods towards hexton, the soundeth of a flute playing beautifully behind me.


(the funeral of William Barrett was a sombre affair, and I took to my stroll in Acre Woods outside town when I saw the most peculiar sight, not more than than fifteen paces away. For peering at me from behind an old oak tree was a harlequin dressed in motley. It gestured to me with a wave and stepped behind the bark, where it did not re-emerge. I was about to walk up to it to demand an explanation when suddenly I heard a voice from behind me. I turned with haste to see a young woman sat on a large log. She was a formidable creature, her age, not easy to determine, was anywhere between fifteen and twenty. She wore a long dress although it was not so much like a dress as it was a stola, and was dazzling with its whiteness. Wrapped around both her wrists were a chain of bluebells and around her waist was a girdle of pure gold. As for her features of her face, her skin, like her hands, were of milky tea colour. Her hair, which matched her eyes was of dark brown, wavy and fine. I was, for a moment, stunned by her beauty, but being a man of God and of pious mind reisted any thoughts of temptation to ask the lady for a dance.

I was about to speak when she spoke again. This time her voice filled the air like a breeze, and though her mouth did move to speak, the sound did not, I believe, emanate from her throat or mouth. She spoke my name, and then recited a private conversation I had that morning with Mrs, Hennessey. Mimicking our voices with perfect accuracy.I backed away with building terror, and shouted "away from me, Fairy, in the name of all that is holy, return to the Earth to which you came". The creature before smiled and with a calmness replied she was not from the Earth, but from the air, the water, the heavens and far away lands that will never be seen by the eye of men. It was at this moment, there was a death like stillness about me, the birds had stopped singing, and my legs would not move. My gaze was transfixed on this siren. I managed a stammer and demanded to know who she was. She told me she will tell me tonight as I sleep. With that the atmosphere changed once again, and I stumbled backwards. I ran from those bewitched woods towards Hexton, the sound of a flute playing beautifully behind me)

January 9

I did awaketh late into the morning, mineth dreams wast vivid and as did promiseth mineth visit'r from the woods did doeth cometh to me in dream. I did dreameth i wast walking in a glorious city, wing'd cherubs 'round me, and magnificent beasts i coxcomb nev'r seen 'r expecteth to seeth again in this life. Then the visit'r did approach me from a blinding light, liketh of the sun. The lady did telleth me the lady goeth by many names but yond i shalt calleth that lady tyrian. The lady did telleth me the lady wilt visiteth me again on mineth earthly did abideth and the lady wilt telleth many most wondrous things.

(I awoke late into the morning, my dreams were vivid and as promised my visitor from the woods did come to me in dream. I dreamt I was walking in a glorious city, winged cherubs around me, and magnificent beasts I hat never seen or expect to see again in this life. Then the visitor approached me from a blinding light, like of the sun. She told me she goes by many names but that I shall call her Tyrian. She told me she will visit me again on my Earthly abode and she will tell many great things.)

January 23

't wast anon approaching midnight. I did has't just stok'd out the fireth aft'r putting on mineth nightcap, at which hour i did heareth a lacking val'r wailing from outside mineth door. Tis wilt beest a banshee! I did doeth sayeth to myself, and did wendeth to investigate, i did lighteth a candle and did wendeth outside. I did looketh 'round the town, silent and empty. I wast about to turneth to wendeth backeth inside the rectory, at which hour at the corn'r of mineth eye, i did seeth a figure approaching me. 't wast wearing a robe of forest green silk, the visage enshielf by a hood. The mysterious person did standeth ere me and did removeth the hood, and thith'r did standeth a lady, the lady did has't striking blue eye and longeth blonde hair. But in mineth heart i did knoweth who is't the lady was. 't wast tyrian, and the lady lief confirm'd 't wast a nod. I did doeth asketh what the lady wouldst wanteth at this hour at which hour the lady did pointeth at the moon ere vanishing ere mineth eyes. Perplex'd by this i did standeth thith'r f'r what did seem an age. But the lady did doeth not return. A headeth bitt'r cold forming, i did wendeth backeth inside the rectory, and did wendeth hastily to bed.

(It was now approaching midnight. I had just stoked out the fire after putting on my nightcap, when I heard a terrible wailing from outside my door. Tis must be a Banshee! I said to myself, and went to investigate, I lit a candle and went outside. I looked around the town, silent and empty. I was about to turn to go back inside the rectory, when at the corner of my eye, I saw a figure approaching me. It was wearing a robe of forest green silk, the face hidden by a hood.The mysterious person stood before me and removed the hood, and there stood a lady, she had striking blue eye and long blonde hair. But in my heart I knew who she was. It was Tyrian, and she soon confirmed it was a nod. I asked what she would want at this hour when she pointed at the moon before vanishing before my eyes. Perplexed by this I stood there for what seemed an age. But she did not return. A head cold forming, I went back inside the rectory, and went hastily to bed.)

January 29
I did awaketh afresh, the weath'r a dram warm'r than usual and aft'r a breakfast of porridge and did wendeth f'r mineth usual stroll. Whith'r i did doeth cometh across an odd looking tree i did has't nev'r seen ere to the north of the town. On approaching i seeth two squirrels quarrelling f'r nuts. One did turneth to beholdeth at me and did greeteth me, as if 't be true by surpris'd to seeth me. 't did doeth sayeth "oh hello! " ere scurrying inside the hollow.

(I awoke afresh, the weather a little warmer than usual and after a breakfast of Porridge and went for my usual stroll. Where I came across an odd looking tree I had never seen before to the north of the town. On approaching I see two squirrels quarrelling for nuts. One turned to look at me and greeted me, as if by surprised to see me. it said "Oh hello!" before scurrying inside the hollow.)

 

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February 2nd
This monday, i woke up early to tidy the church after the long service o' st. Brigid o' yesterday. 'twas not long ere i felt the sudden but undeniable inclination to pray at the alter. Anon after i felt another presence sitting in a pew behind me. I turn to see mine own strange visitor from the woods once again. She asks me to meet withal me again, tomorrow as the sun sets at marlowe's rock

(This Monday, I woke up early to tidy the church after the long service of St. Brigid of yesterday. It was not long before I felt the sudden but undeniable inclination to pray at the alter. Soon after I felt another presence sitting in a pew behind me. I turn to see my strange visitor from the woods once again. She asks me to meet with me again, tomorrow as the sun sets at Marlowe's rock.)

February 3rd
The sun had almost set when i heard the familiar voice from behind me. She stood like an angel from the brush o' michaelangelo, withal flowers bound to her wrists and a diadem o' roseth on her pate. I fell at once to her feet and asked once again to tell me, pray, again who she wast. Withal a voice as soft as the summer breeze she told me to rise and pointed to the town. The lady told me that she wast a deity o' a lost religion. She tells me that long ago, settlers had arrived o the shoreth o' new england, two thousand years ere columbus, and brought withal them stoneth from templeth that are now buried in the ground o' hexton. She next tells me that the town shall be haunted for 500 years more. She vanisheth withal the sun, and mine own walk home wast a solemn contemplative one

(The sun had almost set when i heard the familiar voice from behind me. She stood like an angel from the brush oh' michaelangelo, with flowers bound to her wrists and a diadem oh' roses on her head. I fell at once to her feet and asked once again to tell me, pray, again who she was. With a voice as wait a minute as the summer breeze she told me to rise and pointed to the town. The lady told me that she was a deity oh' a lost religion. She tells me that long ago, settlers had arrived oh the shores oh' new england, two thousand years before columbus, and brought with them stones from temples that are now buried in the ground of hexton. She next tells me that the town will be haunted for 500 years more . She vanishes with the sun, and my walk home was a solemn contemplative one.)


February 10th
The snow wast still falling, as it hath for the last week, many more had become sick from the cold air. The smells o' the dead causing more sickness. I clepe upon mr. Biddaleaux, who tells me he seeth dark shapeth in his room at night, and moaning from the cellar. I put him at ease saying prayers withal him and journey back to the rectory, when i see in the tree a maiden withal light brown hair and skin as white as the snow on the ground, her thin lips wert a pale lilac, her eyne wert gold, her hair as red as shining rubieth. I ask her what she is doing up thither in this acerb weather. She warrants me she is not cold, as she wast hither long ere the sun. I tell the strange wench that she must go home at once, when suddenly she vanisheth from mine own sight. Ere i could gather mine own thoughts she appeared behind me, though now her appearance had changed slightly. Her hair wast now a pale blue, and her eyne wert now silver. ​

i ask mine own companion an she is tyrian, which she shook her pate slowly, she tells me she is one o' her kind, but refused to tell me her name, she did tell me however, in the old religion, she wast the divine being that gave power to the moon, and mortals dedicated a huge temple to her in that 'great city'. When i probed where that great city wast she replied 'north o' venice'. She then bade me farewell and she would'st be watching as i saw her ascend to the sky withal the wings o' an eagle


(The snow was always falling, as it has for the last week, many more had become sick from the cold air. The smells oh' the dead causing more sickness. I call upon mr. Biddaleaux, who tells me he sees dark shapes in his room at night, and moaning from the cellar. I put him at ease saying prayers with him and journey back to the rectory, when i see in the tree a maiden with light brown hair and skin as white as the snow on the ground, her thin lips were a pale lilac, her eyes were gold, her hair as red as shining rubies. I ask her what she is doing up there in this bitter weather. She assures me she is not cold, as she was here long before the sun. I tell the strange girl that she must go home at once, when suddenly she vanishes from my sight. Before i could gather my thoughts she appeared behind me, though now her appearance had changed slightly. Her hair was now a pale blue, and her eyes were now silver.
i ask my companion if she is tyrian, which she shook her head slowly, she tells me she is one oh' her kind, but refused to tell me her name, she did tell me however, in the old religion, she was the divine being that gave power to the moon, and mortals dedicated a huge temple to her in that 'great city'. When i probed where that great city was she replied 'north oh' venice'. She then bade me farewell and she would be watching as I saw her ascend to the sky with the wings of an Eagle.)

February 15th​

I wast not feeling hungry after the funeral o' mr. Baggis, the congregation more mournful than wonted at his passing. And the day is bleak and wet. Mrs cadwell hath asked me to cleanse her house after a cat shrieked thrice in her parlour. I shall be doing so in the morning.
after a nice meal at the wake, i retired again to the rectory, feeling forspent once again. As i sat in mine own chambers reading the scriptureth i heard a heavy moaning coming from the kitchen, investigating these events i came across tyrian, floating above the kitchen table in a crossed legged position, a dazzling light shone around her that illuminated the whole room withal that o' a light o' fifty lighted candleth. We spake late into the night about all manner o' subjects from theology, epistomology, astronomy, natural philosophy, accents, history, cosmogony and eschatology.
her conversation on these matters wert vague and cryptic but she warranted me she shall tell me more in great detail about each o' these things. From what she tells me from this meeting, thither are countless planets, some have life, but most do not. She tells me time is not linear and that she can be in the past, present and future at shall. Tyrian tells me that humans can accidently 'slip' into the past for short periods, but can remain trapped, an the 'time portal' shuts suddenly. According to her, many missing persons are trapped in the long past, ere writing wast common.
tyrian foretells to me that in just hundreds o' years time men from america would'st land on the moon, and anon after the red planet. But that it would'st not be possible for mortal man to travel outside o' this galaxy for thousands o' years. The ethereal person ere boasts how she can be at 'any planet in this universe' at the blink o' a mortal eye if not quicker'.
far into the night she tells me o' another o' her kind, in which she clepes bronwyn, tyrian tells me, that bronwyn wast known in the 'old religion' as the mistress o' death, and pestilence. Tyrian tells me hexton hath caused her ire and that the town must beware.
the sun wast rising ere mine own visitor left me, parting withal the words that 'twill be a month and two days ere she maketh herself visible again to me" exhausted i retire to bed


(I was not feeling hungry after the funeral of Mr. Baggis, the congregation more mournful than usual at his passing. And the day is bleak and wet. Mrs Cadwell has asked me to cleanse her house after a cat shrieked thrice in her parlour. I will be doing so in the morning.
After a nice meal at the wake, I retired again to the rectory, feeling tired once again. As I sat in my chambers reading the scriptures I heard a heavy moaning coming from the kitchen, investigating these events I came across Tyrian, floating above the kitchen table in a crossed legged position, a dazzling light shone around her that illuminated the whole room with that of a light of fifty lighted candles. We spoke late into the night about all manner of subjects from Theology, Epistomology, Astronomy, Natural Philosophy, Languages, History, Cosmogony and Eschatology.

Her conversation on these matters were vague and cryptic but she assured me she will tell me more in great detail about each of these things. From what she tells me from this meeting, There are countless planets, some have life, but most do not. She tells me time is not linear and that she can be in the past, present and future at will. Tyrian tells me that humans can accidently 'slip' into the past for short periods, but can remain trapped, if the 'time portal' shuts suddenly. According to her, many missing persons are trapped in the long past, before writing was common.

Tyrian foretells to me that in just hundreds of years time Men from America would land on the moon, and soon after the red planet. But that it would not be possible for mortal man to travel outside of this galaxy for thousands of years. The ethereal person before me boasts how she can be at 'any planet in this universe' at the blink of a mortal eye if not quicker'.
Far into the night she tells me of another of her kind, in which she calls Bronwyn, Tyrian tells me, that Bronwyn was known in the 'old religion' as the mistress of death, and pestilence. Tyrian tells me Hexton has caused her ire and that the town must beware.
The sun was rising before my visitor left me, parting with the words that it will be a month and two days before she makes herself visible again to me" exhausted I retire to bed.)

 

March 17th​

the air wast crisp and the sun shining, and once again i came to the house o' elizabeth greenwoode. She looked forspent. We prayed together in the hope that the boggart tht plagued her would'st'st give her peace. And i saw a spoon thrown as if by an invisible hand. An empty bowl knap me on the pate, but it did not distract me from prayer. More distractions vexed me as i continued in mine own mission. About an hour later thither wast a peace about the house. I trow the prayers hath worked.
later in the evening i did sup at the tavern, and met withal mine own parishoners. Albert dean tells me o' his hope to marry young edin.
at roughly eleven, i retired to bed to find tyrian sat on mine own bed. Wearing her wonted diadem o' flowers about her forehead.
she tells me that a fate shall one day befall hexton, and that in many years shall be the size o' a city liken to venice.
tyrian kept me again until the early hours, when at last she vanished from mine own sight.
i hate to shrift to mine own own spirit, but i trow i may be going mad
*entry written in different ink

the air was crisp and the sun shining, and once again i came to the house oh' elizabes greenwoode. She looked tired. We prayed together in the hope that the boggart tht plagued her would'st give her peace. And i saw a spoon thrown as if by an invisible hand. An empty bowl hit me on the head, but it did not distract me from prayer. More distractions vexed me as i continued in my mission. About an hour later there was a peace about the house. I believe the prayers has worked.
later in the evening i did sup at the tavern, and met with my parishioners. Albert dean tells me oh' his hope to truly young edin.
at roughly eleven, i retreated to bed to find tyrian sat on my bed. Wearing her usual diadem oh' flowers about her forehead.
she tells me that a fate will one day befall hexton, and that in many years will be the size oh' a city liken to Venice.
tyrian kept me again til the early hours, when at last she vanished from my sight.
I hate to admit to my own spirit, but I believe I may be going mad

March 21st
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little Jacob Horden came to speak with me today at the church.
he tells me that racoons come to him and talk to him. I ask him what kind of things they say, and like most children with extraordinary imaginations, he tells me they came all the way from Jericho on a boat. I tell him to keep his thoughts pure, and to put away childish things, and read with him 1 Corinthians 13:11

little Jacob Horden came to speak with me today at the church.

he tells me that racoons come to him and talk to him. I ask him what kind of things they say, and like most children with extraordinary imaginations, he tells me they came all the way from Jericho on a boat. I tell him to keep his thoughts pure, and to put away childish things, and read with him 1 Corinthians 13:11

March 24th
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Katherine o'hare hath become a little eccentric, mumbling in morning serviceth to vexing sellers at the market. This is surprising as miss o'hare is an upstanding and respected member o' our community, i shall endeavour to keep an eye on her.
little jacob came to me again, he tells me the racoons still talk to him, but now they foamed at the mouth and looked frightening. They tell him the whole town is under a very dark spell cast by a local witch. I do mine own best to comfort the sirrah withal scriptureth

Katherine o'hare has become a little eccentric, mumbling in morning services to vexing sellers at the market. This is surprising as miss oh'hare is an upstanding and respected member oh' our community, i will endeavour to keep an eye on her.

Little Jacob came to me again, he tells me the racoons still talk to him, but now they foamed at the mouth and looked frightening. They tell him the whole town is under a very dark spell cast by a local witch. I do my best to comfort the boy with scriptures.

March 27th
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Miss o'hare and her behaviour at church today lapsed e'en the mildest o' congregation, shouting throughout the homily and readings o' the scriptureth. Henry tanner conducted her from the church to mine own relief.

i thought i saw tyrian some 50 paceth aroint by the stream, she wast singing to the waters, i stumbled on a small rock, as her voice drew me closer, but as i looked again she wast nay longer thither. As captivated as i am by her, the more convinced in mine own mind she is o' mine own own creation o' desireth unconfessed to mine own soul ​

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Miss O'Hare and her behaviour at church today shocked even the mildest of my congregation, shouting throughout the homily and readings oh' the scriptures. Henry tanner escorted her from the church to my relief.
i thought I saw Tyrian some 50 paces away by the stream, she was singing to the waters, I stumbled on a small rock, as her voice drew me closer, but as I looked again she was no longer there. As captivated as I am by her, the more convinced in my mind she is of my own creation of desires unconfessed to my own soul.



March 29th

I woke to a pleasant morning, and ate mine own wonted bowl o' porridge. The afternoon wast disturbed however, by tidings o' miss o'hare being pulled into the town stocks by order o' the town magistrate, thither unrelenting and merciless folk threw rotting vegetableth and stoneth at the poor wench.
her offence? she upturned a market wagon after she appeal'd the fruit seller o' serving her unripe pears

I woke to a pleasant morning, and ate my usual bowl of porridge. The afternoon was disturbed however, by news of Miss O'Hare being pulled into the town stocks by order of the town magistrate, there unrelenting and merciless folk threw rotting vegetables and stones at the poor wench.
her crime? She upturned a market wagon after she accused the fruit seller of serving her unripe pears


March 30th
sad tidings.
jacob horden died in his sleep, scratched into a wood panel in his chambers the words 'beware bronwyn'

sad news.
Jacob Horden died in his sleep, scratched into a wood panel in his chambers the words 'Beware Bronwyn'

 

Mr. Robertston, a burly fellow with a red face a tuft of white hair and a tendency to whistle his words when particularly animated had blocked Danica's view on Meecham's approach, how dare he? couldn't he see she was doing the Lord's work on making sure 'one of the outcasts of God' was not up to mischief. She was, of course, referring to Priscilla who the Chandler's believed her infliction was a consequence of sin, perhaps not one of hers directly, but perhaps an ancestor. Margaret was the more sympathetic one, whenever she had come up in conversation, but Mr. Chandler had warned Danica to stay away hence she 'tempt thee to wicked ways'.
she heard the Reverend speak to her, but she was barely even listening, instead attempting to peer around Mr. Robertson and failing miserably,
His question, finally resonated on her consciousness "Are you able to do that for me?"

"What?" she eyes him annoyed. "Oh! I am sorry Minister" the mask is up, her smile as false as The tailor's wooden teeth who was still sat in the pew, sleeping soundly. "Yes I am, for it upsets mine soul and heart when I trespass against the almighty" she then tilts her head "but Minister, does it not sayeth in Proverbs 3 it is good to fear the Lord?"

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