I like writing in the Sheriff's perspective. It's rather interesting.
Warning: This is going to be pretty short.
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Sheriff Vaisey of Nottingham was having quite a pleasant day so far. First thing this afternoon, he had ordered his guards to kill that traitor, Allan A'Dale. It had worked perfectly. He really would have to congratulate Isabella for giving him that opportunity. Or not.
Then, he had shaken up the outlaws by placing the traitor's body outside the front gate of Nottingham. Once again, it had worked perfectly. Especially with Mulch and the big one. And Hood, of course.
After that, his new right-hand man, Blamire, had come to help him! He had set off the trebuchets the man named Arthur (or something) had sold him, equipped with Byzantine fire.
He had heard the peasant's cries of terror even from his camp. Then two things had happened. One of them had been bad, and to be honest, he didn't want to think about it. It had involved him losing his beautiful new toys from Arthur. The second thing was far happier. He had captured Hood's pet. That girl from Clunn, or one of those other pointless little villages.
Then he and his army of guards had driven Hood, his outlaws, and a bunch of random peasants into the castle. True, Mulch had saved the girl…..but Vaisey didn't dwell on bad things.
Then, Vaisey had had an idea. He went into the tunnels with Blamire and came to a dead end. He was pretty sad at first, then had a solution. He just blew it up. Then, him and Blamire had walked through and were met by Isabella (who was on his side-yay!), Hood, Gizzy, and Arthur. He had killed Gizzy (yay!) and Isabella had mortally injured Hood. Life was good. He had no idea where Arthur and Blamire had gone. Maybe they had died.
After that, he had taken his guards through and was met with an empty room full of barrels.
That's where he was now. He looked around the room, glad to be in his Great Hall.
Suddenly, a flaming arrow flew through the open door (why was the door open, anyway?) and onto a barrel. He noticed the black powder on the barrel. "Hm..Byzantine fire." He remarked. Suddenly, his eyes widened.
But he had no time to do anything else before the entire castle (and most of the town) of Nottingham blew up, and Vaisey blew up with it.
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Ach, that was really short.
Anyway, hope you liked it!