From the fyles of her royale majestye Elizabeth the first-
Judge: Guy Fawkes, you and your comrades, by the grace of his majesty, King James, are sentenced to die. But he granted your plea to tell your tale before you're hung at the neck for treason. Proceed.
Fawkes: The witch breed were being hunted. I should know I was one of them. When the courts began purging us, Magnus, the red sister, and the boy as fast as lightning asked me, a member of the House of Lords and fellow witch breed, to join their cause. I did so willingly, gladly. I took the name powderkeg, for my power lay in turning all things as volatile as gunpowder. And you know the rest...
Judge: Yes. You were privy to the conspiracy to destroy parliament. Am I right?
Fawkes: Half. There was indeed a conspiracy. I was to make a message. We, the witch breed, will not be persecuted any longer by your hands. We rise today in brotherhood!
James: That is enough!
Judge: You heard the king! Take him away!
Fawkes: Before I hang! I call out to my brethren! Here my words! Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
Hangman: *kicks barrel out from underneath Fawkes*
Here ends the fyle, as it is charred as though from an explosion.