It’s a cold dark night in Solitude. The heavy rain dims the torches making the only true source of light the violent streaks of lightening in the sky, stretching to meet the ground. The low and ever present growl of the clouds thundering close after. Terrible night to get sleep, it was hard to get to sleep anyway; people usually stir restlessly the night before executions. But somehow you all manage to drift off for a while, even if it’s only a few hours.
You toss and turn in the barracks until you slip into unconsciousness. The shuffling of gear and other guards slowly drifts away into the darkness. You see a shining light, as you drift towards it flies away. Stopping every so often to be leading you to something. You stand on a ship tossing in the waves. A man hangs from the gallows looming over the deck. A silver dragon flies overhead, roaring against the tides until everything becomes still. You slice the rope as the body falls to the floor. As the persons boots hit the floor, platinum shackles fall off his arms and legs clanging against the wood. You go to pull the hood off to unmask this enigma of a person. As you do you jolt awake before you see their face. You hear a voice creep down the back of your neck until it’s in your chest.
“Justice is not demanded for this one, take your charge.”
Wiping off the sweat of your brow, you look around as you catch your breath. It’s time to get ready for the execution.
You rest somewhat more comfortable than most, lying behind thick stone walls and a solid roof. The raging storm is still loud, but minimized from your dry and warm bed. As you begin to rest and creep into a dream. You find yourself behind your desk filing paperwork. The stacks of paper piling high to the sky. As you turn around to take a breath you see a Dragonborn towering a foot over you. He brings a sword to your throat. You go to push it away but can’t move your arms. Like stuck in thick mud your body goes numb and immovable.... helpless. Your breath quickens, but stiffens with each breath until your chest can no longer move. You watch the sword plunge into your chest as crimson begins to soak the papers scattered on the floor. You hear the Dragonborn laughing as he walks away. Lying motionless on the floor, your stacks of papers collapse on top of you. The filing system, the order, your life’s work as the organization of others work smothers you.
A voice creeps down your neck until it fills your chest once more. “Sow the seeds of chaos, disrupt your orders, take your charge.”
You waking up gasping for Air. The storm over and sun shining through your window. It’s time to get ready for you to announce the execution.
Your night is miserable. Soaking wet on the hard stone floor, shackled to a pillar. Your meal just out of reach now soggy and being washed away. Sitting in the dungeon awaiting your execution. How could anyone fall asleep you think to yourself. Sometime during the night the exhaustion overtakes you. You fall into the black depths and you fall... and fall... and fall. Until a sharp pain catches your neck as the noose pulls tight around your neck. Looking into the darkness you see nothing. You pull on the rope connected to the noose and it gives way. Turning around you lose your orientation. Not knowing which way is up, down, forward, or back. The rope becomes a thread. You pull it again and it burst out in every direction making a web. Thousands of possibilities breaching out from you. The web stretches through and you see a flash of three people, much too quick to make out details before it fades to black.
you hear a voice crawl down your neck into your chest. “Your fate is not tomorrow, take your charge.”
as you awaken two guards burst into your cell. Picking you up, letting your feet drag behind you. They say “you’re time is up!” As they both give a chuckle
The thunder shaking your house every few seconds is only as annoying as listening to the wind whistle through the hall outside your room. You watch as a small leak begins to drip.... drip.... drip.... onto the stone floor in the corner of your room. You focus on the natural metronome as you fall asleep. The echoing drip of the rain piercing through stays constant in your dream. Drip.... drip... drip.... until you realize it’s your heart beat. It growlouder and louder deafening almost until you cover your ears and scream! You feel to hands on your arms, you open your eyes to see who it is. It’s your little sister. Smiling at you.... she was always the one that calmed you down. The echoing thunder from inside your chest stops. A tear begins to fall you close your eyes to embrace her once more but she vanished. You open your eyes again. She is dead on the ground, soaked in blood. The rain, your heart beat, your screaming agony lift once more into a symphony of rage. Taking heaving breaths stopped over your lost serenity, covered in her blood as well. Boom.... boom.... boom, is pounding in your chest. Until you feel a voice crawl down your neck. “Cleanse yourself with vengeance, there is a new one that needs your protection.”
before you wake up you get a glimpse of a human woman, in guards gear, standing on top of gallows scaffolding.
”Take your charge”
you awake once more to look at your hands, clean. The storm is over but you continue to hear the drip... drip... drip...drip.... the execution is going to start soon.
There is an execution taking place today and the whole city is abuzz. Lately the only form of entertainment around here, due to the high levels of piracy and roving bandits in the area. The guards and the Emperor’s militia is currently fighting back in greater forces, causing a much more militant air in a once bustling trade city. After the storm the ground is soggy and wet, but it’s turning out to be one of the few good weather days of the year. The sun is warm and the wind is slight.
You all wake up knowing to get ready and make your way to the execution. You all have a hard time shaking off that dream last night, but there is a tickle on the back of your neck that just won’t go away.
Ilvisar doesn't seem to struggle much against his upcoming fate. He walks forward as he's ushered by the jeering guards, offering no resistance. Ilvisar doesn't look where he's going, instead scanning the crowd constantly, searching for a face he would recognize.
Given the opportunity when the guard's attention wavers, Ilvisar will whisper to the fellow condemned marching to their grim fate with him, "There will be a rescue attempt. If you play your cards right, you can use the chaos to make your escape too. Maybe we'll cross paths again and you can return the favor somehow."
Stone would sit up and bed and wipe his wet eyes. "damn leaky roof..." He would grumble aloud as he wiped the water from his face. The hulking grey skinned goliath would rise to his feet and begin putting on his watchman's uniform and armor. Before heading out the door, and grabbing his axe and shield, his hand would find his amulet of Malar. A onyx claw like that of a bear hanging from a silver chain. "Perhaps today.. I will find the vengeance I seek" He would say with his eyes narrowed before sliding the face of the amulet inside his chain mail. Stone would then pick up his battleaxe and shield before making his way to the execution
(OOC: Let me know if I interperated my spoiler correctly. If I was supposed to be a prisoner, I can change my post)
(OOC: @Stone yeah you’re good, you’re not a prisoner. I didn’t think you to be part of the guard, more of a freelance type. But that works fine with me)
Waking with a start I look around anxiously. Donning my armor and uniform I prepare for the day. Wondering the whole time what the dream meant and not being able to shake the feeling that something is wrong. As I get ready and eventually make my way to my assigned post for the execution I keep a sharp look out for anyone else that seems to be bothered or anything else out of the ordinary.
Walking down the halls Ilvisar lined third in a row behind a human and a half orc. You chains clank together as you’re tied at the waist and through your arms to one another. Pushed onto a bench, you get a black sack cloth bag over your head. As you’re told to “Wait”.
Hallie reports to the sergeant. Clay Goresman, a towering man with a hound but weathered face. Brown hair turning into amber as it grows out. A stern but fair man. “You’re on dead man duty. Protect those bastards from the mobs. They’re to be put to death humanely, not by any of those savages.”
Walking down the long corridor to the housing cell keeping the prisoners until you’re ready to hit the streets. Hallie turns the corner to find a young guard, looks like he had to lie about his age. “Ma’am”. Is all he can muster. Peering into the cell you see three bodies, all looking to be male sitting on a wooden bench; it’s hard to tell because they each have a bag over their head. Though they are tied together by rope you look at their shackles. First man, black iron; second man, black iron; third man..... steel, newly polished it seems.
The streets are extra busy today, Stone has a hard time to make it through the crowds as there is already a group forming around the gallows. But being as tall you are, you don’t need to worry about vantage points. You do see an open spot next to a pillar that’s a frame for the overhang of a local merchants porch wares. Looking at the stage you see a finely dressed elf off to the right, ledger in hand. (Xiljyre)
(Hallie feels confident that nothing out of the ordinary has occurred, there are new shackles and equipment all the time showing up from the forges. The new guard is clearly trying to hide his nervousness)
A voice echoes down the hall to Hallie “IT’S TIME!”
The gallows are stationed at the corner of the path than runs right through the merchants quarter. Under the open air and lined with the stone walls to the back of it that leases to the garrisons and prison cells. Red flags drape the walls behind the wooden platform with the sigil of a Rams head in front of a shield. A large group of commoners in tattered clothing form and begin to throw over ripened produce on to the stage. There are several guards already station around the perimeter. The murmurs and shouts of the crowd are only strong enough to muffle the sounds of business just down the road. Gulls are squeaking overhead.
”On your feet prisoners!”I pull the first in line up and yell at another guard “Lead them out. Not to fast we don’t need to have them stumbling over the whole way to the noose.” I then move to the end of the line by the third prisoner pitching my voice low. “Quickly who are you and why should I not just let you hang?”
Ilvisar turns his hooded head towards the voice and replies, not so quietly, "I am Ilvisar Sylhana, how did you not know that by now?" In a quieter voice, "Maybe someone sent you to find me and you're not supposed to let me hang?"
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Stone would spot the finely dressed elf standing near stage and look him over from his position among the crowd. After a few moments, the hulking goliath would push his way closer, shoving those with his shield that fail to move fast enough. "Get otta the way or you'll end up in the gallows with the rest of them!" He would shout as he pushes his way up to the front of the crowd. Unconcerned with blocking the view of others, he would then look even more closely at the elf as well as scan the crowd for threats.
"Okay!" Xil looks at this ledger, "Ilvisar Sylhana, you are up for execution for your crimes, do you have any last words or requests before we charge you for your crimes?"
The Shadar Kai Elf's voice was more shaky than it's ever been. When he got to the word charge his mind was teleported back to the night before. He awaits Ilvisar's response but keeps thinking of the night previous....
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"Okay!" Xil looks at this ledger, "Ilvisar Sylhana, you are up for execution for your crimes, do you have any last words or requests before we charge you for your crimes?"
The Shadar Kai Elf's voice was more shaky than it's ever been. When he got to the word charge his mind was teleported back to the night before. He awaits Ilvisar's response but keeps thinking of the night previous....
Ilvisar replies, "If it was time for my last words, I just wouldn't speak. But I'm speaking. That means these aren't going to be my last words, if you don't get it."
Stone has no issue making his way through the crowd, everyone clearing way like a school of fish around a shark. Looking st the finely dressed man, he appears nervous, but then speaking to the crowd, bringing forth the felons for their hangings. From what he can tell it’s mostly common folk and merchants watching. Nobody seems to be up to nefarious acts.
Hallie would’ve heard around the barracks and prison guard duty, that about three weeks ago this Ilvisar was responsible for the explosion down at the docks, allowing a vessel to escape. The ship that escaped had just been exposed to one responsible for piracy and crimes against the Emperor’s Navy. While this is a serious crime, no lives were actually lost in the explosion. The same could not be certain if the guards attempted to bring in the full crew.
Hearing the orders to bring up the prisoner, Hallie begins to shove Ilvisar forward through the mob. Pushing men and women out of the way. Ilvisar can feel the hands pawing at him, but remains unharmed. Hallie can see the first two men hanging dead already. A spot open in the middle. Standing before the steps Hallie and Ilvisar are looking up at Xil on stage. To the right of them front in center of the crowd is a hulking shield bearing Goliath (Stone). Xil motions to Hallie to bring Ilvisar up to the gallows for the hanging to begin.
what would you like to do?
Everyone begins to hear chanting and booing from the crowd. GET ON WITH IT ..... HANG HIM ALREADY.... FILTHY PIRATE...
It’s a cold dark night in Solitude. The heavy rain dims the torches making the only true source of light the violent streaks of lightening in the sky, stretching to meet the ground. The low and ever present growl of the clouds thundering close after. Terrible night to get sleep, it was hard to get to sleep anyway; people usually stir restlessly the night before executions. But somehow you all manage to drift off for a while, even if it’s only a few hours.
Hallie:
You toss and turn in the barracks until you slip into unconsciousness. The shuffling of gear and other guards slowly drifts away into the darkness. You see a shining light, as you drift towards it flies away. Stopping every so often to be leading you to something. You stand on a ship tossing in the waves. A man hangs from the gallows looming over the deck. A silver dragon flies overhead, roaring against the tides until everything becomes still. You slice the rope as the body falls to the floor. As the persons boots hit the floor, platinum shackles fall off his arms and legs clanging against the wood. You go to pull the hood off to unmask this enigma of a person. As you do you jolt awake before you see their face. You hear a voice creep down the back of your neck until it’s in your chest.
“Justice is not demanded for this one, take your charge.”
Wiping off the sweat of your brow, you look around as you catch your breath. It’s time to get ready for the execution.
Xiljyre :
You rest somewhat more comfortable than most, lying behind thick stone walls and a solid roof. The raging storm is still loud, but minimized from your dry and warm bed. As you begin to rest and creep into a dream. You find yourself behind your desk filing paperwork. The stacks of paper piling high to the sky. As you turn around to take a breath you see a Dragonborn towering a foot over you. He brings a sword to your throat. You go to push it away but can’t move your arms. Like stuck in thick mud your body goes numb and immovable.... helpless. Your breath quickens, but stiffens with each breath until your chest can no longer move. You watch the sword plunge into your chest as crimson begins to soak the papers scattered on the floor. You hear the Dragonborn laughing as he walks away. Lying motionless on the floor, your stacks of papers collapse on top of you. The filing system, the order, your life’s work as the organization of others work smothers you.
A voice creeps down your neck until it fills your chest once more. “Sow the seeds of chaos, disrupt your orders, take your charge.”
You waking up gasping for Air. The storm over and sun shining through your window. It’s time to get ready for you to announce the execution.
Ilvisar:
Your night is miserable. Soaking wet on the hard stone floor, shackled to a pillar. Your meal just out of reach now soggy and being washed away. Sitting in the dungeon awaiting your execution. How could anyone fall asleep you think to yourself. Sometime during the night the exhaustion overtakes you. You fall into the black depths and you fall... and fall... and fall. Until a sharp pain catches your neck as the noose pulls tight around your neck. Looking into the darkness you see nothing. You pull on the rope connected to the noose and it gives way. Turning around you lose your orientation. Not knowing which way is up, down, forward, or back. The rope becomes a thread. You pull it again and it burst out in every direction making a web. Thousands of possibilities breaching out from you. The web stretches through and you see a flash of three people, much too quick to make out details before it fades to black.
you hear a voice crawl down your neck into your chest. “Your fate is not tomorrow, take your charge.”
as you awaken two guards burst into your cell. Picking you up, letting your feet drag behind you. They say “you’re time is up!” As they both give a chuckle
Stone:
The thunder shaking your house every few seconds is only as annoying as listening to the wind whistle through the hall outside your room. You watch as a small leak begins to drip.... drip.... drip.... onto the stone floor in the corner of your room. You focus on the natural metronome as you fall asleep. The echoing drip of the rain piercing through stays constant in your dream. Drip.... drip... drip.... until you realize it’s your heart beat. It growlouder and louder deafening almost until you cover your ears and scream! You feel to hands on your arms, you open your eyes to see who it is. It’s your little sister. Smiling at you.... she was always the one that calmed you down. The echoing thunder from inside your chest stops. A tear begins to fall you close your eyes to embrace her once more but she vanished. You open your eyes again. She is dead on the ground, soaked in blood. The rain, your heart beat, your screaming agony lift once more into a symphony of rage. Taking heaving breaths stopped over your lost serenity, covered in her blood as well. Boom.... boom.... boom, is pounding in your chest. Until you feel a voice crawl down your neck. “Cleanse yourself with vengeance, there is a new one that needs your protection.”
before you wake up you get a glimpse of a human woman, in guards gear, standing on top of gallows scaffolding.
”Take your charge”
you awake once more to look at your hands, clean. The storm is over but you continue to hear the drip... drip... drip...drip.... the execution is going to start soon.
There is an execution taking place today and the whole city is abuzz. Lately the only form of entertainment around here, due to the high levels of piracy and roving bandits in the area. The guards and the Emperor’s militia is currently fighting back in greater forces, causing a much more militant air in a once bustling trade city. After the storm the ground is soggy and wet, but it’s turning out to be one of the few good weather days of the year. The sun is warm and the wind is slight.
You all wake up knowing to get ready and make your way to the execution. You all have a hard time shaking off that dream last night, but there is a tickle on the back of your neck that just won’t go away.
Ilvisar doesn't seem to struggle much against his upcoming fate. He walks forward as he's ushered by the jeering guards, offering no resistance. Ilvisar doesn't look where he's going, instead scanning the crowd constantly, searching for a face he would recognize.
Given the opportunity when the guard's attention wavers, Ilvisar will whisper to the fellow condemned marching to their grim fate with him, "There will be a rescue attempt. If you play your cards right, you can use the chaos to make your escape too. Maybe we'll cross paths again and you can return the favor somehow."
Stone would sit up and bed and wipe his wet eyes. "damn leaky roof..." He would grumble aloud as he wiped the water from his face. The hulking grey skinned goliath would rise to his feet and begin putting on his watchman's uniform and armor. Before heading out the door, and grabbing his axe and shield, his hand would find his amulet of Malar. A onyx claw like that of a bear hanging from a silver chain. "Perhaps today.. I will find the vengeance I seek" He would say with his eyes narrowed before sliding the face of the amulet inside his chain mail. Stone would then pick up his battleaxe and shield before making his way to the execution
(OOC: Let me know if I interperated my spoiler correctly. If I was supposed to be a prisoner, I can change my post)
(OOC: @Stone yeah you’re good, you’re not a prisoner. I didn’t think you to be part of the guard, more of a freelance type. But that works fine with me)
Hallie
Waking with a start I look around anxiously. Donning my armor and uniform I prepare for the day. Wondering the whole time what the dream meant and not being able to shake the feeling that something is wrong. As I get ready and eventually make my way to my assigned post for the execution I keep a sharp look out for anyone else that seems to be bothered or anything else out of the ordinary.
Perception: 21
Insight: 17
Walking down the halls Ilvisar lined third in a row behind a human and a half orc. You chains clank together as you’re tied at the waist and through your arms to one another. Pushed onto a bench, you get a black sack cloth bag over your head. As you’re told to “Wait”.
Hallie reports to the sergeant. Clay Goresman, a towering man with a hound but weathered face. Brown hair turning into amber as it grows out. A stern but fair man. “You’re on dead man duty. Protect those bastards from the mobs. They’re to be put to death humanely, not by any of those savages.”
Walking down the long corridor to the housing cell keeping the prisoners until you’re ready to hit the streets. Hallie turns the corner to find a young guard, looks like he had to lie about his age. “Ma’am”. Is all he can muster. Peering into the cell you see three bodies, all looking to be male sitting on a wooden bench; it’s hard to tell because they each have a bag over their head. Though they are tied together by rope you look at their shackles. First man, black iron; second man, black iron; third man..... steel, newly polished it seems.
The streets are extra busy today, Stone has a hard time to make it through the crowds as there is already a group forming around the gallows. But being as tall you are, you don’t need to worry about vantage points. You do see an open spot next to a pillar that’s a frame for the overhang of a local merchants porch wares. Looking at the stage you see a finely dressed elf off to the right, ledger in hand. (Xiljyre)
(Hallie feels confident that nothing out of the ordinary has occurred, there are new shackles and equipment all the time showing up from the forges. The new guard is clearly trying to hide his nervousness)
A voice echoes down the hall to Hallie “IT’S TIME!”
The gallows are stationed at the corner of the path than runs right through the merchants quarter. Under the open air and lined with the stone walls to the back of it that leases to the garrisons and prison cells. Red flags drape the walls behind the wooden platform with the sigil of a Rams head in front of a shield. A large group of commoners in tattered clothing form and begin to throw over ripened produce on to the stage. There are several guards already station around the perimeter. The murmurs and shouts of the crowd are only strong enough to muffle the sounds of business just down the road. Gulls are squeaking overhead.
Hallie
”On your feet prisoners!” I pull the first in line up and yell at another guard “Lead them out. Not to fast we don’t need to have them stumbling over the whole way to the noose.” I then move to the end of the line by the third prisoner pitching my voice low. “Quickly who are you and why should I not just let you hang?”
Ilvisar turns his hooded head towards the voice and replies, not so quietly, "I am Ilvisar Sylhana, how did you not know that by now?" In a quieter voice, "Maybe someone sent you to find me and you're not supposed to let me hang?"
(Do I know what crime the condemned were convicted of?)
Hallie
“Perhaps someone has. But that still doesn’t tell me why I should.
Stone would spot the finely dressed elf standing near stage and look him over from his position among the crowd. After a few moments, the hulking goliath would push his way closer, shoving those with his shield that fail to move fast enough. "Get otta the way or you'll end up in the gallows with the rest of them!" He would shout as he pushes his way up to the front of the crowd. Unconcerned with blocking the view of others, he would then look even more closely at the elf as well as scan the crowd for threats.
Perception5
Insight 20
"Okay!" Xil looks at this ledger, "Ilvisar Sylhana, you are up for execution for your crimes, do you have any last words or requests before we charge you for your crimes?"
The Shadar Kai Elf's voice was more shaky than it's ever been. When he got to the word charge his mind was teleported back to the night before. He awaits Ilvisar's response but keeps thinking of the night previous....
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Ilvara answers Hallie, "I caused a distraction so my ship and her crew could escape. I'm loyal to my friends. I make a good friend if alive."
Ilvisar replies, "If it was time for my last words, I just wouldn't speak. But I'm speaking. That means these aren't going to be my last words, if you don't get it."
Stone has no issue making his way through the crowd, everyone clearing way like a school of fish around a shark. Looking st the finely dressed man, he appears nervous, but then speaking to the crowd, bringing forth the felons for their hangings. From what he can tell it’s mostly common folk and merchants watching. Nobody seems to be up to nefarious acts.
Hallie would’ve heard around the barracks and prison guard duty, that about three weeks ago this Ilvisar was responsible for the explosion down at the docks, allowing a vessel to escape. The ship that escaped had just been exposed to one responsible for piracy and crimes against the Emperor’s Navy. While this is a serious crime, no lives were actually lost in the explosion. The same could not be certain if the guards attempted to bring in the full crew.
Hearing the orders to bring up the prisoner, Hallie begins to shove Ilvisar forward through the mob. Pushing men and women out of the way. Ilvisar can feel the hands pawing at him, but remains unharmed. Hallie can see the first two men hanging dead already. A spot open in the middle. Standing before the steps Hallie and Ilvisar are looking up at Xil on stage. To the right of them front in center of the crowd is a hulking shield bearing Goliath (Stone). Xil motions to Hallie to bring Ilvisar up to the gallows for the hanging to begin.
what would you like to do?
Everyone begins to hear chanting and booing from the crowd. GET ON WITH IT ..... HANG HIM ALREADY.... FILTHY PIRATE...