The Braedsen Village Chronicles IV

This next chapter is dedicated to some of the seminarians. Of course, it only has them in it. I didn't give their characters as much of their individual personalities as I gave everyone else, instead I just sort of.. assigned roles. So... I just thought I would write a disclaimer. You know, just in case anyone was in the mood to be scandelized.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 5
The Brotherhood

Even though it was the busiest time of day, every villager stepped aside to let the four members of the Brotherhood through. Impressive in their dark robes and austere countenance, these men were feared and respected. None of the townsfolk knew exactly what they did or how they earned their money. However, many said that they were unofficial monks, and earned their living off the land. Others said that they were warlocks and worked at the evil arts all day, creating their own money. Still others said that they were a cult of evil men, and responsible for all the deaths in the town, and all the plaugues, drouts, and anything else evil that happened to the land. They were only partly right about one thing.........

Duard Huffman, Sean Wittiker, Bert Mairten, and Simson Scott were used to the evil glares, and frightened looks that the townsfolk gave them. They were here to buy supplies, but the townsfolk seemed a little edgier than usual.
"Do you suppose that there has been another death?" Br. Bert wondered aloud.
"Ach, I hope it was a woman who died this time." Simson Scott did not particularly care for women. And it would be just as well for him if there were none left on the face of the earth. Br. Duard, and Br. Sean just looked at each other.
They got their supplies without much problem, and Br. Duard was able to get the latest gossip from the shopkeeper.
"There was another death." Br. Duard informed the others as they stepped back onto the street.
"A wine merchant. It seems that he'd had a quarrel with Fr. Huey."
"Isn't it interesting that none who quarrel with the good Fr. manage to stay alive very long?" Br. Sean mentioned casually.
"Except that good for nothing gypsy! I just wish she would get what she deserves. And she would too, if she didn't have those psycotic powers." It was, of course, Br. Simson who so vehemently disliked the young gypsy.
"And I'm sure that one of these days she will." Br. Bert said, soothingly. "It just is a matter of time."
"Aye she'll surely get what's coming to her, and all good for nothing women. I..."
But Br. Simson was cut off abruptly by Br. Duard's outstretched hand, a signal for silence. He had heard something. There were many badits in the woods, and while they could each handle two, if there were more, it would mean certain death for all of them. Br. Bert understood and immediately jumped onto a branch that was above him, and soon there were none of the Brethren to be seen on the road.
"Ach, it's just a shepherdess and that gypsy." Br. Simson whispered.
He looked as though he were eying something dead in the road.
After the women had passed, the Brethren lowered themselves from their perches and continued on their way. They soon arrived at their destination, the home of the Brotherhood. The castle Smenita. It was quite a thing to behold, covering as much land as any farmer's field and boasting as many fortifications as the royal castle Bloggdor. It was not a place any would attack without a plan. Or perhaps a mental problem.

Upon entering they were greeted by Br. Timothy Sewrige.
"Gooday brothers. How did you fare?"
"Well, thank you." They replied in unison. Then, Br. Bert took it upon himself to tell of the newest murder.
"This is a sad toim." Br. Timothy said, shaking his head sadly, "The King has sent us here to learn how to foight and defend justice, and we con' even stop the croimes goin' on in Braedsen Village."
Timothy had just finished saying this, when he noticed that the leader of the Brethren, the General, Br. Justice, was standing next to him. Br. Timothy really wished he knew how long the General had been standing there.
"It's time to eat." Justice said in a commanding tone. "And then you must prepare yourself for the Course."
The Brothers all felt as though their stomachs were led. They had forgotten that it was a Course day.


That is all for now on the Brotherhood. I'll write more of them into my story if you guys really don't think that it is inappropriate for me to have them in my story. It wasn't tooo obvious who these guys are supposed to be... was it?