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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is hot in the afternoon sun and the buzz of insects fills the air, along with the murmured conversations of the few beings that have responded to Denothar's invitation. According to hearsay, he was planning some kind of big display or something in an old lowball court outside of the city. The place is sort of overgrown and is usually left for bored children to play in on nice days.<br> <br>Angus lets out a huff of annoyance, waving a hand near his face in the heat as his hat brim keeps him in the shade. He had heard a few rumors of something about to go down, so he had hurried here in case someone was absouletly dumb enough to try and make good on those rumors. He crosses his arms, shifting his weight on one foot in the heat as he waits, the rapier and dagger at his belt more then just for show as he waits.<br> <br>Lucasiel could get behind the idea of potentially sacking an Old One shrine or something of the sort. They might prove to be good sport, after all, but for now she would just wait and see. The heat was dreadful under all her plate gear, even with her helmet tucked under arm as she dismounts her steed. "So, what's the big idea?"<br> <br>Inside the ruined little sport arena, a few beings, mostly freeswords, are scattered around on the old, broken bleachers, some chatting together, and others sitting alone and waiting to see what is going on. |
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| + | Down on the pitch, a robust looking lion strides up and down the center line in front of a covered wagon. Denothar is not particularly tall, but he is broad of chest and possessed of what some in another time and place might call "mighty thews," whatever that means. He wears patchy, leather armor that shows off the glowing markings that pattern his fur and flesh in imitation of the Spirit that he has dedicated himself to. | ||
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| + | "Is this all?" he roars out to the smattering of Freeswords, "I expected more beings would be ready to fight corruption! But it does not matter! However few we may be, the darkness cannot stand against the light!"<br> <br>Angus quietly takes his position at the back of the room, sitting on one of the bleachers as his ears flick in annoyance. The Lion is studied for a few moments, before his eyes settle on the wagon. He had heard this spiel before when the shadow wars were still raging, so he coughed loudly to interrupt. "And how exactly are we going to be rid of this corruption?" he asks, his voice loud and clear.<br> <br>Lucasiel flicks an ear, debating how to best respond to it. Before she can, though, Angus puts it to word better than she. "That it is something that needs to be removed there is no doubt, but what is your plan, exactly?"<br> <br>Denothar turns to look at Angus, though a few others voice a similar concern. "Like it says in the First Text!" he calls out, "We must first see that our house is clean before seeking to counsel others! We must root out the callers of the Corrupt Court that already pollute our city! They have their fingers in everything, and we must cast them out of our walls first, before we have a chance of defeating them in the wilderness where they SEEM to be strong!" | ||
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| + | He turns to the covered wagon and seizes the canvas covering it. "Behold!" he roars, dragging the covering aside and revealing four beings, trussed up in the wagon. "Corrupt callers all!" he says, hauling himself up into the wagon and drawing a short, black spear from his belt, "We can start by making an example of these unclean creatures!" | ||
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| + | The four beings are all gagged, a large, grey bear and a small mouse with jutting tusks, a slim, pale alligator woman, and the fourth being is tied with a sack over his head, so it is impossible to make out who, or what they might be.<br> <br>Angus sighs at that, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And thats. Where you lose me. Greatly." He comments, standing up rather quietly as he reaches for his blade. "Might I know the name of the being who is arrogantly demanding a public execution of beings who have done nothing wrong other then possibly making a bad call." He asks, his voice raised loud enough for everyone to hear as his hand falls on the Rapier Heart fire at his blade. "Also let me make this clear. Move one inch with that spear and this will end badly for you and all who are involved."<br> <br>Lucasiel leans forward, looking at the Beings on the cart with a frown. "Well, hold on now. What've they done?" She asks, gesturing to the tied ones. "I'm no fan of those who have chosen to walk the bad path, but that in and of itself is not a crime. Have they done anything worthy of a stint in the jail, let alone execution? It is not against the law to make a pact."<br> <br>"You see!?" Denothar growls, pointing his short spear at Angus, "Even the upper echelons of our kingdom is saturated with corruption! You would rather sit on your thrones and rule over a cesspit than cleanse the city! These -beings-" he snarls, as if the name hardly applies anymore, "Have sold themselves to darkness! Can't you TASTE the funk of devils that comes from them!?" The marks and patterns on his fur pulse with light. "You of all people should know better!" he accuses, "Are you not dedicated to the purifier? Have you also corrupted your purpose?" | ||
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| + | The spear swings over to point at Lucasiel. "The law?" he scoffs, "The law has failed! These creatures are a blight upon us all! If we let them have free reign until they have transgressed the LAW it will be too late! Can't you see that!?" | ||
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| + | The smattering of other Freeswords don't seem much happier about this than Angus and Lucasiel, though several of them seem interested in what the lion has to say. No one has drawn weapons just yet.<br> <br>Angus draws his rapier a few inches, the blade shining white. "I am a dedicant of Ser'ther. The balancer and purify. If you wish, then I will balance this situation. TAke one life, and yours will be forfeit as payment." He answers rather coldly. "you forget your place as a follower of Kendrac. Now stand down." He snaps as he takes a step forward, hackles raised just a bit in anger at the situation.<br> <br>Lucasiel sets her helmet on the steed's saddle, freeing up her arms for folding over her breastplate. "To begin slaying with abandon would make us no better than they. A pact does not define a Being's life. What they do with it, however, does. And it is by actions that one must be judged, not who or what they follow."<br> <br>"Know, this, corrupt judges!" roars the lion, "I am Denothar, Spear of Kendrac! Justice shall not be denied!" The marked lion turns a rage filled stare down at the slender alligator, bound and gagged before him, and plunges the spear into her back! | ||
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| + | While one or two of the gathered beings remain still, watching, most have risen from their seats and are drawing weapons, prepared to face down a madman!<br> <br>Angus was already in action, blade drawn in an instant as he calls upon a rush of air to help quicken his pace, blade at the ready to plunge. "I've heard enough of your raving! Mad man of Kendrac! You are the spear of your own corruption!" He snaps in turn to the roar of the Lion.<br> <br>Lucasiel likewise charges into the forray, not with sword drawn, but with her shield readied, prepared to batter into the lion and plant herself between he and the prisoners. "Too far." While she had no love for Pyrrha's dedicants, she did swear to defend the kingdom, the crown, and its people. From all threats. | ||
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Log
It is hot in the afternoon sun and the buzz of insects fills the air, along with the murmured conversations of the few beings that have responded to Denothar's invitation. According to hearsay, he was planning some kind of big display or something in an old lowball court outside of the city. The place is sort of overgrown and is usually left for bored children to play in on nice days.
Angus lets out a huff of annoyance, waving a hand near his face in the heat as his hat brim keeps him in the shade. He had heard a few rumors of something about to go down, so he had hurried here in case someone was absouletly dumb enough to try and make good on those rumors. He crosses his arms, shifting his weight on one foot in the heat as he waits, the rapier and dagger at his belt more then just for show as he waits.
Lucasiel could get behind the idea of potentially sacking an Old One shrine or something of the sort. They might prove to be good sport, after all, but for now she would just wait and see. The heat was dreadful under all her plate gear, even with her helmet tucked under arm as she dismounts her steed. "So, what's the big idea?"
Inside the ruined little sport arena, a few beings, mostly freeswords, are scattered around on the old, broken bleachers, some chatting together, and others sitting alone and waiting to see what is going on.
Down on the pitch, a robust looking lion strides up and down the center line in front of a covered wagon. Denothar is not particularly tall, but he is broad of chest and possessed of what some in another time and place might call "mighty thews," whatever that means. He wears patchy, leather armor that shows off the glowing markings that pattern his fur and flesh in imitation of the Spirit that he has dedicated himself to.
"Is this all?" he roars out to the smattering of Freeswords, "I expected more beings would be ready to fight corruption! But it does not matter! However few we may be, the darkness cannot stand against the light!"
Angus quietly takes his position at the back of the room, sitting on one of the bleachers as his ears flick in annoyance. The Lion is studied for a few moments, before his eyes settle on the wagon. He had heard this spiel before when the shadow wars were still raging, so he coughed loudly to interrupt. "And how exactly are we going to be rid of this corruption?" he asks, his voice loud and clear.
Lucasiel flicks an ear, debating how to best respond to it. Before she can, though, Angus puts it to word better than she. "That it is something that needs to be removed there is no doubt, but what is your plan, exactly?"
Denothar turns to look at Angus, though a few others voice a similar concern. "Like it says in the First Text!" he calls out, "We must first see that our house is clean before seeking to counsel others! We must root out the callers of the Corrupt Court that already pollute our city! They have their fingers in everything, and we must cast them out of our walls first, before we have a chance of defeating them in the wilderness where they SEEM to be strong!"
He turns to the covered wagon and seizes the canvas covering it. "Behold!" he roars, dragging the covering aside and revealing four beings, trussed up in the wagon. "Corrupt callers all!" he says, hauling himself up into the wagon and drawing a short, black spear from his belt, "We can start by making an example of these unclean creatures!"
The four beings are all gagged, a large, grey bear and a small mouse with jutting tusks, a slim, pale alligator woman, and the fourth being is tied with a sack over his head, so it is impossible to make out who, or what they might be.
Angus sighs at that, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And thats. Where you lose me. Greatly." He comments, standing up rather quietly as he reaches for his blade. "Might I know the name of the being who is arrogantly demanding a public execution of beings who have done nothing wrong other then possibly making a bad call." He asks, his voice raised loud enough for everyone to hear as his hand falls on the Rapier Heart fire at his blade. "Also let me make this clear. Move one inch with that spear and this will end badly for you and all who are involved."
Lucasiel leans forward, looking at the Beings on the cart with a frown. "Well, hold on now. What've they done?" She asks, gesturing to the tied ones. "I'm no fan of those who have chosen to walk the bad path, but that in and of itself is not a crime. Have they done anything worthy of a stint in the jail, let alone execution? It is not against the law to make a pact."
"You see!?" Denothar growls, pointing his short spear at Angus, "Even the upper echelons of our kingdom is saturated with corruption! You would rather sit on your thrones and rule over a cesspit than cleanse the city! These -beings-" he snarls, as if the name hardly applies anymore, "Have sold themselves to darkness! Can't you TASTE the funk of devils that comes from them!?" The marks and patterns on his fur pulse with light. "You of all people should know better!" he accuses, "Are you not dedicated to the purifier? Have you also corrupted your purpose?"
The spear swings over to point at Lucasiel. "The law?" he scoffs, "The law has failed! These creatures are a blight upon us all! If we let them have free reign until they have transgressed the LAW it will be too late! Can't you see that!?"
The smattering of other Freeswords don't seem much happier about this than Angus and Lucasiel, though several of them seem interested in what the lion has to say. No one has drawn weapons just yet.
Angus draws his rapier a few inches, the blade shining white. "I am a dedicant of Ser'ther. The balancer and purify. If you wish, then I will balance this situation. TAke one life, and yours will be forfeit as payment." He answers rather coldly. "you forget your place as a follower of Kendrac. Now stand down." He snaps as he takes a step forward, hackles raised just a bit in anger at the situation.
Lucasiel sets her helmet on the steed's saddle, freeing up her arms for folding over her breastplate. "To begin slaying with abandon would make us no better than they. A pact does not define a Being's life. What they do with it, however, does. And it is by actions that one must be judged, not who or what they follow."
"Know, this, corrupt judges!" roars the lion, "I am Denothar, Spear of Kendrac! Justice shall not be denied!" The marked lion turns a rage filled stare down at the slender alligator, bound and gagged before him, and plunges the spear into her back!
While one or two of the gathered beings remain still, watching, most have risen from their seats and are drawing weapons, prepared to face down a madman!
Angus was already in action, blade drawn in an instant as he calls upon a rush of air to help quicken his pace, blade at the ready to plunge. "I've heard enough of your raving! Mad man of Kendrac! You are the spear of your own corruption!" He snaps in turn to the roar of the Lion.
Lucasiel likewise charges into the forray, not with sword drawn, but with her shield readied, prepared to batter into the lion and plant herself between he and the prisoners. "Too far." While she had no love for Pyrrha's dedicants, she did swear to defend the kingdom, the crown, and its people. From all threats.
