Post by Corey the GM on Sept 25, 2014 14:22:36 GMT -5
“I say hang them all.” A portly man said blankly. He leaned back leisurely, his round stomach stretching his trousers to the brink of ripping. White hair hung loosely down to his ears, the rest hid under a peculiar red bob hat. His attire was bright, most likely to take the focus off his rat like face that had grown old and loose. He tapped his hand on the table with an impatience snare.
An excited huff came from his left. A beautiful priestess of Athika, slender and majestic, her golden curls bounced in sync with each step of her pacing, “How dare you, Lord Silverton! A priestess of the loving Athika will not be hung before the public like game brought back from the forest!” Her face grew red as she stared him down.
Silverton could not bare the stare and looked to the ground. He didn’t reply.
“There is hardly is any evidence that she was even involved.” The priestess continued, “With all accounts we received is that she was the victim here! She was attacked by those mindless zombies that have claimed our streets and our people!” She was almost screaming the more she spoke.
Another man chimed in, he was thin and gangly, wearing a black suit and slick combed black hair, “Lady Janette, we all know you’re upset at the circumstance. We are all equally sad and confused at this situation, but these actions do not excuse that they killed a city guard. She even stuck up for this group when questioned by the captain.”
“She must have been confused!”
“She may have been, if so she should have realized the peril she was in and reported directly to you. The fact that she did not and continued to carry on with these miscreants means that she holds some guilt in the events of two nights ago.” The slim man said with a matter of fact finger pointed in the air.
“You as well, Miles?” The priestess stopped and look at the man in disbelief, “So quick to place judgment without knowing the truth.” She was almost to tears at the circumstance, “I would expect such a cold outlook from Lord Silverton, but you Giles.” She looked away and turned her back to move towards the window.
Giles was hurt and his demeanor bent slightly from the weight of her sadness. The room was silent for a moment before the queen spoke up. She had been quiet some time now, listening to the group debate over the issue, “That is enough, there is no reason to fight amongst ourselves over this.” The queen wore a long flowing dress of blue hues and trimmed with golden rays the color of the sun. She sat in a throne made of soft, large cushion against the wall.
“We believe this group had the best of intentions, we’ve decided that from the overall reports we have received. Situations turned for the worse and lives were lost. Punishment does need to be handed, this I agree,” the queen spoke with a soft but sure voice, “I will determine the punishment, though this group may still be valuable to us alive. I’m hesitant to let the drow and savage free, though they seem to be the strongest of the group.”
“You don’t mean to,” Lord Silverton had finally gained enough courage to speak again, his rat nose pointed towards the queen, “use them? For the south?”
“Perhaps,” the queen said with a sad look coming over her face, “No one has returned as of yet.” She didn’t need to continue, everyone in the room knew what she was implying too. They could not disagree.
An excited huff came from his left. A beautiful priestess of Athika, slender and majestic, her golden curls bounced in sync with each step of her pacing, “How dare you, Lord Silverton! A priestess of the loving Athika will not be hung before the public like game brought back from the forest!” Her face grew red as she stared him down.
Silverton could not bare the stare and looked to the ground. He didn’t reply.
“There is hardly is any evidence that she was even involved.” The priestess continued, “With all accounts we received is that she was the victim here! She was attacked by those mindless zombies that have claimed our streets and our people!” She was almost screaming the more she spoke.
Another man chimed in, he was thin and gangly, wearing a black suit and slick combed black hair, “Lady Janette, we all know you’re upset at the circumstance. We are all equally sad and confused at this situation, but these actions do not excuse that they killed a city guard. She even stuck up for this group when questioned by the captain.”
“She must have been confused!”
“She may have been, if so she should have realized the peril she was in and reported directly to you. The fact that she did not and continued to carry on with these miscreants means that she holds some guilt in the events of two nights ago.” The slim man said with a matter of fact finger pointed in the air.
“You as well, Miles?” The priestess stopped and look at the man in disbelief, “So quick to place judgment without knowing the truth.” She was almost to tears at the circumstance, “I would expect such a cold outlook from Lord Silverton, but you Giles.” She looked away and turned her back to move towards the window.
Giles was hurt and his demeanor bent slightly from the weight of her sadness. The room was silent for a moment before the queen spoke up. She had been quiet some time now, listening to the group debate over the issue, “That is enough, there is no reason to fight amongst ourselves over this.” The queen wore a long flowing dress of blue hues and trimmed with golden rays the color of the sun. She sat in a throne made of soft, large cushion against the wall.
“We believe this group had the best of intentions, we’ve decided that from the overall reports we have received. Situations turned for the worse and lives were lost. Punishment does need to be handed, this I agree,” the queen spoke with a soft but sure voice, “I will determine the punishment, though this group may still be valuable to us alive. I’m hesitant to let the drow and savage free, though they seem to be the strongest of the group.”
“You don’t mean to,” Lord Silverton had finally gained enough courage to speak again, his rat nose pointed towards the queen, “use them? For the south?”
“Perhaps,” the queen said with a sad look coming over her face, “No one has returned as of yet.” She didn’t need to continue, everyone in the room knew what she was implying too. They could not disagree.
