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- From: andsol@owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
- Subject: The Righteous Had To Start Somewhere
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- Organization: Rice University
- Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1992 04:34:05 GMT
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- Year of Our Lord 1677, March 9
- Outside the village of New Hannover, Rhode Island, Colonial America
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- Goodman Schuyler grips his pitchfork nervously and shuffles from foot
- to foot. Pastor Browning has pinned him to his spot with that piercing
- gaze, and his attempts to fade into the background of his dozen-or-so
- companions fail utterly. He mumbles something to himself.
-
- "What be that, brother? Didst ye say ought?"
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- The edgy bootmaker grows bold in his desperation. "Reverend Sir, in
- mine breast resideth doubts! Whyfore haven we undertook this task of
- thieves and jack-a-billies? We skulk in the reed like the very
- devilkins we seek to snare!"
-
- Browning's stare grows harsher. "Goodman Schuyler, hast thy faith in
- Our Lord waned ere we left the churchyard? Hast thy courage gone to
- smoke in thy breast? Art ye now in our fold..... or theirn?" The
- other townsfolk murmur to themselves. A bead of sweat rolls down
- Schuyler's forehead.
-
- "Nay, Good Preacher! My faith in the Lamb be steely as e'er; but I
- mislike our task! Must we harm the Goodwife Frower?"
-
- Browning speaks as to a congregation. "Brethren, haven we not all
- seen in witness the corruption that striketh the kine in the field?
- Do our children not burn with a fearsome poxy? Dursest ye deny
- that the wheat grows but to our knees when it should be climbing
- unto heaven? Good folk, a blight grasps our community, and it be
- the fault of Goodwife Frower and her crew! Now, time be a-wasting!
- Let us catch the Goodwife and her coven, as they meet in unholy
- conference with The Dark One! Onward!" Reinvested with the fervor
- of the righteous, the villagers determinedly forge through the brush.
-
- They approach the house. Creeping from tree to tree, they make their
- way closer and closer to the dwelling of Goodwife Frower. No life
- can be seen through the windows, but voices from within can be heard.
- When they are as close as possible, Pastor Browning raises his hand.
- The villagers give a mighty shout, and they charge!
-
- Bang! the door bursts inward! The men, armed with farming implements
- and a few muskets, scatter chickens as they storm the house! And at
- their fore is Pastor Browning, the spark of the zealot glinting in his
- eye! In the house sit Goodwife Frower and her cronies, going about
- their unspeakable rituals. Subdued by the invaders, the women meekly
- surrender.
-
- "Hah!" shouts the pastor. "We haven caught ye with the Paw of the
- Nameless One on thy shoulder! Confess ye now to witchcraft, and
- perhaps the Good Lord shall spare ye thy sinful life!"
-
- "Nay, pastor!" cries the Goodwife. "My sisters and I be innocent!"
-
- Pastor Browning sneers. "How ye wriggle and coil, like the snake that
- spawned ye! Ye will not confess, nay, not even with the tools of thy
- evil trade before us! See:"
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- "The Player's Handbook!"
-
- "The Dungeon Master's Guide!"
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- "And the dreaded, polyhedral DICE!!!"
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- Andrew Solberg |"If I were your wife I'd poison your tea!"
- Undying University Mooch| Anon. Outraged British Woman
- andsol@owlnet.rice.edu |"And if I were your husband I'd drink it!"
- Phone:713-529-8627 | Winston Churchill
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