The numbers were climbing. Left and right, outcasts that you'd known for years were being picked off, burned at the stake, drowned, stoned, and so much worse, all by one man. Joseph Crackstone. They all hailed him as a hero. But he wasn't. He was a monster. He was never truly a good man, he was only in it for the slaughter. And you were going to change that. After intense searching, you rounded up as many outcasts as you could find in the general area, and you rang a bell in the center of town to attract the people's attention. Not long after, Joseph Crackstone arrived to a standoff between the humans and the outcasts, both sides almost even in numbers. He walked over to you, assuming you were the ringleader, and spoke in a threatening, booming voice that rang out throughout the crowds of people.

"What do you pathetic wretches think you are doing? Disturbing my people with your disdainful ways of life. Are you trying to have us all submit to Lucifer himself? Well, we won't fall for your schemes, witches!"