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In the early 16th century, a witch hunt decree passed. The residents who lived during those times feared amongst each other as one rumor can end one's life. Some are condemned with no sense of justice, while others are tortured or burned in some cases. Conventional wisdom passed the killings even for the reasons of weather and health. As the race for spiritual demand to share heated up, churches expanded beyond the standard religious services and began concentrating on salvation from devilry hither on earth. For the Catholics and Protestants, witch-hunting became a paramount service for attracting and appeasing the crowds by manifesting their Satan-fighting valor. Tens of thousands of people got executed in Europe, Urban to Rural, nor places nearly deserted. Almost none have survived.
Such trials devastated the many, even the innocent nor' those who don't even possess such magic. Aldous B. Schuster was an infamous wizard in those times, for he got blamed for making half of the country suffered from famine. He was quite a renowned one for healing those who were suffering from illness and disease. He lived in the small town near Brandenburg, famous for the locals as a kindred man. Mr. Schuster at home usually wore brown tunic and black loose trousers with a stocking when he's doing his experiments in his quarters during Fridays.
Schuster's dark brown hair is usually grizzly but is tied and covered in a large beret during his workday outside of his house. He loves his messy hair, so he often takes it off once he got home. Outside he wore hoods, though often shown as a scarf-looking thickness bunched around the neck, then a plain hose and a codpiece, covering a pouch attached at his front crouch trousers enclosing the genital area.
But as time passes, wherein dark magic reigns popularity. Even possessing someone's soul and books getting published such sorcery inflicts the citizens to generalize all witches and wizards to be evil and vile.
A few days later, after many incidents regarding the decree. A messenger from the church wearing a white robe amongst the imperial guards’ marches to in the nearby town of Brandenburg, where Mr. Schuster lived.
His home is shaped like a big triangular hut. It's an 'all-in-one' house (Einhaus) with living quarters and livestock stalls under one roof. More known as “byre-dwelling" with entrances to the various rooms down one side. The house of Mr. Schuster splits into Living quarters (Stube), Hallway (Flur or Ern) (with the stove or kitchen), Working area – stalls or stables (Stall), though his working area is carved into, provided on where he does is potions and forms of sorcery. The exterior of his home build-out of woods (separating the bricks into square partitioned), bricks, and a yellow teak roof. The humble house, surrounded by common spruce and small bushes, seemingly makes the home welcoming yet eerie home during the night.
It was a sunny morning in the small humble town where the birds chirped and sang their simple song. The wind blew brazenly as the town bell swayed back and forth, cows eating the grass and the townsfolk chatting and doing their daily lives usually, the town with only a few hundred people wouldn't experience as much desolation as its surrounding municipalities. He who, just finished eating his breakfast as he glances on the crack of his window, heard a commotion just outside his living space, knocking on each door in the town a man wearing a great helm, a red and white tunic over chainmail armor and iron bracers
Wore by the imperial army, as people gathered in the center of the borough.
The messenger took a step forward as he read the paper, “Mr. Schuster, thou art hereby prisoned for crimes against the Würzburg witch trials, thy crimes include; bewitchment that cause famine and drought and thy illegal possession of witchcraft. Doing such criminal acts, and doing such acts upon criminals... Aldous B. Schuster is henceforth tormented until execution.” In a solemn tone.
"Scheiße, what blasphemy is this?" he stuttered anxiously. Scurried, he took the belongings that he could take, as his front door heavily cluttered like someone trying to barge in. He took his old stick (which he called a staff), a small woolen bag (with his books, some herbs, small wands, his leather flask, and some biscuits, and put a lump of his money in his pouch for his trip. The man behind the door seems to be getting more agitated and enraged with each loud knock at the door.
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