Roleplay from Aramon Abjur
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
Aramon stood at the back of the people gathered in front of the makeshift gallows. He had ridden ahead of his troops and baggage when he heard that the execution was to take place today. He stood cross armed and watched as the prisoners are brought out and the Arbiter reads the charges, his tattooed face placid even while within he howled with fury at this manifestation of the enemy. He fought the instinct to charge the gallows, leap upon the platform, and sink his filed teeth in the flesh of their yielding throats, to lap up their still warm life's blood like a hungry wolf, to suck the marrow from their bones.
He forced back the impulse in a herculean struggle that he didn't outwardly show, despite the effort it took. It is my Tilogian birthright manifest, that drives me to thoughts of such inhuman savagery, he thought to himself, I WILL have serenity, I WILL have honor! He clinched his hands until blood trickled from the palms when the man (Krelian was it?) started screaming. By the Abyss, why do I wish it was I that was putting his eyes out?
"Gods have mercy on you," spake Arbiter Torxanib Godric Tórrarin, followed by the near simultaneous sounds of vertebrae snapping, like two thunderclaps one after the other.
"Death to the enemies of the Imperium! Huzzah! Huzzah!" Shouted a nearby soldier, and the gathering joined in the cheering.
No, thought Aramon as he turned from the scene, may the Gods have mercy on us all.
