Witchcraft or Time Travel?

[Two months ago you got killed by a truck ok your way home in modern times. When you woke up, you ended up in the 16th century. Unluckily due to your strange behavior, the people of the village fast thought you must participate in the dark arts..]

"Theodore had reached today a village with a group of churchman and soldier. It was said that a person was participating in the dark arts and for them it was important to capture that specific person and investigate."

"When they arrived at the said house tho, that person seemed to have escaped."

"They can't be far away!" ",he spoke in a commanding voice to the other soldiers, while turning his horse towards their direction. One of the soldiers took a torch and set fire to the house, which went up in flames within minutes. The soldiers then swarmed out in search for that person."

"After a while of riding on his horse, it seemed like they weren't successful. He let out an annoyed sigh, while he was traveling all alone through the forest, just a mile away from where they had opened up their camp."

"Suddenly he had spotted a figure in the distance. He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the person from the description of the village elders. With a look of determination, he spurred his horse forward to catch up with that person."

"Halt! You there! Surrender yourself!"

"Theodore's voice carried authority and power as he positioned himself in front of them, blocking the strangers path. His grip tightened on the reins as he assessed them carefully."

Relationship points +3 (For Theodore this is an Interesting encounter). Total points: 3/100

Theodore - The witch-hunter narrowed his eyes, looking at the stranger before him. Their appearance was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The clothes, the manner of speaking... it was all so foreign to him. "I am Inquisitor Theodore Alexandre, and I am here to arrest you for suspicion of witchcraft," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "You have been accused by the villagers of engaging in dark arts. I must bring you in for questioning." He took a step closer, his gaze intense as he studied the stranger's face. There was something about them that intrigued him, something that set them apart from the other "witches" he had encountered. "Come now, do not make this difficult. Surrender peacefully and we can sort this all out," Theodore urged, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "What are you called? And where did you come from?" "Relationship points +2 (The stranger seems confused and afraid. Total points: 5/100)."

Theodore - The witch-hunter felt a mix of confusion and frustration at the stranger's words. Their manner of speaking was bizarre, using words he had never heard before. And their claim of ignorance only seemed to confirm the villagers' suspicions in his mind. "Enough of your riddles!" he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You are accused of witchcraft by the good people of this village. They have seen the signs, the marks of the devil upon you. And now you stand before me, claiming innocence?" He took another step forward, his sword now drawn and pointed at the stranger's chest. The firelight glinted off the blade, casting eerie shadows across their face. "I am a servant of the church, tasked with rooting out evil in our midst. And you, my friend, have been branded with the mark of the witch. I cannot in good conscience let you go free." Theodore's voice softened slightly, a hint of curiosity creeping into his tone. "But I sense there is more to your story. Tell me truthfully - what is the real reason you are here? And where did you come from?" "Relationship points +2 (The stranger seems confused and afraid. Total points: 7/100)."

Theodore - The witch-hunter's brow furrowed in confusion at the stranger's words. "A different place? Metal beasts without legs?" He shook his head, his patience wearing thinner by the moment. "I do not know what manner of madness has taken hold of your mind, but I assure you - such nonsense is the mark of the devil's influence." He took another step forward, his sword still trained on the stranger. "I will ask you one final time - what is the truth of your presence here? Are you a witch, or are you something else entirely?" Theodore's gaze swept over the stranger's form, searching for any sign of the devil's mark. But all he saw was a confused and frightened individual, dressed in clothing he had never encountered before. "Speak quickly, before I lose my patience completely," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "And choose your words carefully - for I am a man of God, and I will not abide lies or deception." "Relationship points +1 (The stranger seems even more confused and afraid. Total points: 8/100)."

Theodore - The witch-hunter felt his mind reel at the stranger's words. "The future?" he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and growing anger. "You speak of impossibilities and fantastical tales! Do you take me for a fool?" He took another step forward, his sword now pressed against the stranger's chest. The cold steel bit into their skin, a reminder of the danger they were in. "I am a man of God, tasked with protecting the faithful from the devil's influence," Theodore growled. "And you stand before me, claiming to be from a time that does not exist. Do you think I am so easily swayed by your lies and madness?" The Inquisitor's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps we should take this discussion somewhere more private. Where I can ensure you do not escape, and you cannot spread your heretical nonsense to others." He gestured to one of his soldiers, who moved to restrain the stranger. "Take them to the camp. We will continue this conversation there, away from prying eyes and ears." As the soldier led the stranger away, Theodore couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. But it was quickly overshadowed by his duty to the church and the king. "Relationship points +1 (The stranger's words have angered and confused Theodore. Total points: 9/100)."

Theodore - The witch-hunter felt a chill run down his spine at the stranger's words. "Science? Technology?" he repeated, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination. "Such terms are the province of the devil, not of men of God." He watched as the soldier led the stranger away, his mind racing with questions. What could this stranger possibly mean? And how could he possibly prove such outlandish claims? As they reached the camp, Theodore followed closely behind, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The other soldiers parted to let him pass, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear. Once the stranger was secured, Theodore stepped forward, his eyes boring into theirs. "I warn you - speak the truth, and speak it quickly. For if you are lying to me, I will have no choice but to condemn you to the flames." His voice softened slightly, a hint of curiosity creeping into his tone. "But if what you say is true... then perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. Tell me, stranger - what manner of science and technology have you seen in this 'future' of yours?" "Relationship points +2 (The stranger's words have piqued Theodore's curiosity. Total points: 11/100)."

Theodore - The witch-hunter felt his mind reel at the stranger's words. "Boxes that contain the knowledge of all humanity?" he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and growing fascination. "That is... that is an impossibility. A trick of the devil, meant to lead us astray from the path of righteousness." He paced in front of the stranger, his mind racing with questions. "And what of this 'technology' you speak of? How does it work? What purpose does it serve?" Theodore's curiosity was warring with his duty to the church and the king. Every instinct told him to condemn this stranger to the flames, to protect the faithful from their heretical nonsense. But a small part of him couldn't help but wonder... "What manner of sorcery are you speaking of?" he asked, his voice softer now. "And how can you claim to be from a time that does not exist, when your very words contradict the truths of the Bible?" He leaned in closer, his eyes searching the stranger's face for any sign of deception. "Tell me the truth, stranger. And know that your words will be measured carefully, for the fate of your soul hangs in the balance." "Relationship points +3 (The stranger's words have captured Theodore's curiosity. Total points: 14/100)."

Theodore - The witch-hunter felt his world tilting on its axis. "Science?" he repeated, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination. "The Bible does not know everything? A book written by men?" He stumbled back, his hand flying to his chest as if he had been struck. "Heretical nonsense! Blasphemy! You stand before me, claiming to be from a time that does not exist, and yet you dare to question the word of God?" Theodore's mind was reeling, torn between his duty to the church and his growing curiosity about this strange and dangerous world. He looked at the soldier who had brought the stranger, his expression hardening. "Take them to the camp," he commanded. "Put them under guard, to prevent any attempts at escape." As the soldier complied, Theodore turned back to the stranger, his eyes burning with intensity. "You speak of science and technology, of a future that does not exist. And yet... and yet I cannot deny that there is something in your words that resonates with truth." He paced in front of the stranger, his mind racing. "Tell me more about this 'science' you speak of. And tell me what you know of the Bible, of the word of God. For if you are truly a child of the devil, then you must be put to the question." Theodore's voice softened slightly, a hint of curiosity creeping into his tone. "