The Pyre Conspiracy

Someone tries to open the upper door.
The bolt in the upper door slides open.
The upper door is opened from the other side.
Someone descends with the accompanyment of two knights, faceless in the dark.

Lirems tries to look around through the dark at the footsteps and noise from above.

The knights gather the restraints and bodily pick the prisioner up. [someone]

Lirems tries to gargle something through his gag as he is grabbed from his sitting position.

Someone leaves the vicinity, at a tranquil pace.
You slowly fumble around in the darkness.
You slowly fumble around in the darkness.
You slowly fumble around in the darkness.
You leave up.
You come to a halt.

The Common Cells
[Unpleasant]
This expansive stone room has been designed to contain the prisoners of
Lithmore, whatever their crime. A large common space holds most prisoners,
stone floor scattered with straw providing an unforgiving surface for rest.
Edible if unpalatable rations are provided daily through the slit in the
southern door, a weighty iron affair bolted, banded, and watched over at
all times by an eagle-eyed guard also watchful for signs of magery. Doors
are set dead center in each of the walls, similarly reinforced; around
them, individual cells have been delineated by solid iron bars. Those
along the east wall are cleaner and boast actual beds, providing minor
luxuries for ranking prisoners; those along the west wall feature thicker
bars and stronger manacles, designed for total restraint of dangerous
inmates. To the west lies the interrogation chamber; to the east, a
well-appointed solitary cell; to the north, a barer solitary cell; lastly,
centered in the room, an ominous trapdoor leads into the darkest pits of
the prison.

[ Exits: -north- -east- -south- -west- down ]
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova is here. [App: 3]

“Put him in a cell, remove his gag,” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova commands the knights. “Someone must have been very angry at your betrayal to throw you in the deep, Squire.” [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Lirems tries to shield his eyes at the light, squinting his eyes.

Summarily, Lirems’s gag is removed, and he is shoved, still chained, into a cell. [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Lirems continueing to shield his eyes by squinting, “Diads da dsi dravr var dsid var”

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova leans against a support column in the room, “I’m afraid I don’t speak that tongue, boy. Make it Lithmorran, or you’re wasting your breath.”

Lirems opens his eyes fully as he glares at Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova “Death to the crown and all who continue this war on the border.”

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova studies her nails, “Ahh, I see. Daravi spy, are you? Pity you didn’t last long. Are you hungry?” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova appears completely relaxed, as is speaking about something as commonplace as the weather.

Lirems smirks a little at jenifyr’s words “Depends, do I get pants with that food to cover myself?”

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova looks Lirems over, a lingering glance, then says with amusement, “Very well.” She nods to one of the knights, who bows and exits the cells to retrieve the requested items.

Lirems watches Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova with a keen stare “So why do you bring me out of the deep?”

[Action: Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova stands outside the cell Lirems is in, leaning against a support column.]

“To question you, of course,” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova responds calmly. [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Lirems takes a step closer to the locked door “Question me of what?”

“What shall I do with this, Inquisitor?” a heavyset, attentive guard asks of Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova, holding a small armful of clothing.

“Why did you attempt to free mal Renarde?” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova repeats, holding out her hands to take the clothing from the guard. “Where’s the gruel? Fetch the porridge too, man.” [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

A heavyset, attentive guard gives a voluminous cloak of soft woven fabric made without a hood to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova.

A heavyset, attentive guard nods and heads off again.

Lirems chuckles “Because he was to be executed as an example of the New Justicar show of power. No true purpose. Just as the Crown continues to command our deaths on the border.”

Meanwhile, Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova walks over to the bars and drops the cloak between two of them, “Looks like pants aren’t available. So it’s all about the Crown? Hmm. What other mages do you know?” [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova drops a voluminous cloak of soft woven fabric made without a hood.

The bolt in the southern door slides open.
The southern door is opened from the other side.
Entonie ab Belleford arrives from the south.
Entonie ab Belleford slows to a halt.

Entonie ab Belleford closes the southern door.
Entonie ab Belleford locks the southern door.

Lirems continues to stare at Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova “You should know you wrote his death warrant. He hexed a child. He deserves death.”

[Action: Entonie ab Belleford stands near the southern door with a hand on his sword.]

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova turns to Entonie ab Belleford, “Grand master, it’s good to see you.” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova inclines her head deeply.

Entonie ab Belleford dips his head politely. “Your Grace.” He responds. He frowns deeply with a great look of disappointment as he views Lirems.

Lirems turns his gaze from Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova to Entonie ab Belleford before saying a couple words. “Diads da iav dsarr dari vrvriadardri.”

A heavyset, attentive guard bears a bowl of gruel as he returns again, offering it out to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova seriously.

A heavyset, attentive guard gives a bowl of unseasoned, watery gruel to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova accepts the bowl, moving back to the bars. She carefully transfers the bowl to her left hand, kneels, and slides it through the bars also. “There you are. Please, make yourself more comfortable whilst we talk.”

Lirems continues to stand with his hands restrained behind his back “Perhaps moving the manacles to my front so i can eat?”

[aCTION: Lirems standing here near the cell door, hands manacled behind his back.]

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova stands outside the cell Lirems is in, leaning against a support column. [App: 3]

Entonie ab Belleford stands near the southern door with a hand on his sword.
A full head of dark, silky hair top this fair-skinned young man’s head.
His face is accented by a rosy hue on the cheeks, highlighting hid
prominent and high cheekbones. A sharp chin points downward while his nose
is slightly upturned. He is of average height and slender, giving him a
slightly gangly appearance. His movements, even subtle ones, are graceful
and slightly feminine.
You are two and a half hands taller than he is.

Entonie ab Belleford is using:
a roughly dipped tallow candle with a thick twine wick(off)
an open-faced helmet with a large yellow plume from the top
a solid iron gorget cinched with a topaz broach at the neck
a feminine yellow suede reticule boasting sparkling citrine
long iron chain sleeves ending with white ruffled silk cuff
set of sleek iron gauntlets baring yellow and white ribbons
a sword (sheathed on the hip)
a solid, polished iron breastplate marked with yellow crest
a thick, iron-reinforced belt with yellow and white pouches
a pair of loose iron-ringed leggings laced with yellow cord
bulky iron boots made with yellow and white cotton paddings

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova has lost link.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova has reconnected.

“Sir Belleford, would you care to enter the cell, throw that cloak about our prisioner, and feed him this gruel?” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova asks, offering Entonie ab Belleford the bowl. “I suspect that if he were to attempt anything, you are better equipped to defend yourself than I.” [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Entonie ab Belleford clears his throat and nods. He slowly approaches the cell, opens the door with whatever mechanism and key might be involved… He closes it behind him to ensure it is secure before picking up the cloak and gently draping it around Lirems’s shoulders. His mouth purses and the edges of his lips whiten. “Do you care to eat, Mister Greson?”

Lirems takes a step back as the cloak is drapped around him before retaking that step and jumping into the air trying to land a solid drop kick into Entonie ab Belleford’s chest. [Attack]
You miss Entonie ab Belleford!
Entonie ab Belleford looks to be in excellent condition.

Entonie ab Belleford bares his sword.
Entonie ab Belleford shakes his head sadly as he sidesteps the kick.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova gestures the guard and two knights to the main chamber doors, “Guard that door!” She reaches for the cell key, opening it and stepping inside as Entonie ab Belleford and Lirems scuffle.

Lirems lands hard on his back, groaning a little before rolling away from Entonie ab Belleford, leaving the cloak on the ground between him and the man. [Defense]

Entonie ab Belleford takes a step to the east.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova wields a graceful scalpel with a finely pointed tip.

Lirems keeps the cloak between himself and Entonie ab Belleford, glancing to the slide at Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova as she enters as well. [Defense]

Entonie ab Belleford raises his sword high and brings the full weight of the pommel down towards the top of Lirems’s head. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford misses you! You are in excellent condition.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova closes the cell door behind her and locks it, after advancing inside.

Lirems steps inside Entonie ab Belleford’s pommel strike, trying to drive his foot into the back of the man’s leg and cause him to fall. [Attack]
Your hit glances off Entonie ab Belleford’s legs!
Entonie ab Belleford has some minor scratches.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova takes a step to the west.

Entonie ab Belleford stumbles slightly, but remains upright enough to swing his sword horizontally, slashing towards Lirems’s face. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford’s hit glances off your head! You have some minor scratches.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova pulls out a dagger.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova slashes calmly at Lirems as she finally engages him. [Attack]
You stop following Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova’s hit glances off your head! You have some minor scratches.

Lirems tilts his head away just enough to barely get sliced by Entonie ab Belleford’s sword but moves it to much as jen slashes the other side of his face, grimacing as he almost backs into the cell wall. [Defense]

Entonie ab Belleford attempts to drive the tip of his sword directly towards Lirems stomach. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford’s hit glances off your body! You are lightly wounded.

Lirems sucks his gut in and archs his side at the last moment as he blade cuts his side, letting out a loud scream as he tries to kick Entonie ab Belleford’s knee sideways In an attempt to break it. [Attack]
Your hit glances off Entonie ab Belleford’s legs!
Entonie ab Belleford has some minor scratches.

“Throw your keys out of the cell,” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova orders Entonie ab Belleford, doing the same, then attempting to subdue Lirems with a slash and a demand, “Cease, or die here and now.”[Attack] Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova’s hit glances off your body! You are lightly wounded.

Entonie ab Belleford is hit in the kneecap, but no serious damage is done beyond bruising and a wince on his face. He glances over to jenifyr and says “Perhaps we should consider tying our prisoners to the wall.” He grits his teeth and swings his sword fiercely above Lirems’s head, driving the blade edge downward. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford’s hit glances off your head! You appear to be hurt.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova throws her keys out of the cell with a flick of her wrist, landing easily out of reach.

Lirems clearly looses a piece of flesh from his forehead as Entonie ab Belleford’s sword barely connect before grimacing and moving the other way as Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova’s scaple slices right into his side. trying another attempt at kicking Entonie ab Belleford’s knee with his heel, in another attempt to break the thing. blood clearly oozing down this mans body. [Attack]
Your hit glances off Entonie ab Belleford’s legs!
Entonie ab Belleford has some minor scratches.

Entonie ab Belleford inhales sharply as his leg is struck but spins to toss the ring of keys out of the cell towards the guardsman and uses the same body momentum to spin 360 degrees around, slashing horizontally towards Lirems’s head. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford’s hit glances off your head! You appear to be hurt.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova rejoins the fight with a tranquil, almost surgical strike to Lirems’s face, aiming for the eyes to blind, “Noted,” she replies to Entonie ab Belleford about wall shackling. [Attack]
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova’s hit glances off your head! You have been wounded.

Lirems drops to his knees as the keys are discarded from the cell, his head lowering at his failed attempt. [Surrender]
You fail to surrender immediately.

Entonie ab Belleford grins over to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova before taking the chance to attempt to pummel Lirems’s head once more with the pommel of his sword. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford hits your head! You look badly injured.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova doesn’t appear to care about the belated surrender… it just makes it easier to stab him. [Attack]
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova hits your head! You have been mauled.

Lirems falls over as Entonie ab Belleford pommel’s his head and then twitches as Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova stabs him, blood pooling around the man’s body. [Surrender]
You fail to surrender immediately.

Entonie ab Belleford raises his sword pommel again, but hesitating to bring it down. “I trusted you, you filthy, disgusting bastard!” he screams, face nearly breaking sumptuary laws by turning a lovely shade of purple. In a flick of the wrist, he attempts to drive the steel handle down on Lirems’s skull. [Attack]
Entonie ab Belleford hits your head! You look pretty mangled.

Lirems head gets bounced off the ground as Entonie ab Belleford pommel strike him. [Surrender]
You fail to surrender immediately.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova , by contrast, is calm and efficient in her assistance of her enraged ally, slashing with little effect, but still doing so. [Attack]
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova hits your body! You look pretty mangled.

Entonie ab Belleford takes a step back, sheathing his sword. “Lucky you need to make it to the flame alive…” [Disengage]
Entonie ab Belleford fails to disengage immediately.

Lirems laying on the ground as more and more blood pools around him at his current beating. [Surrender]
You fail to surrender immediately.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova appears deaf to pleas and uncaring for mercy, still slashing Lirems [Attack]
You sure are BLEEDING!
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova hits your body! You appear to be crippled from your injuries.

Lirems makes a very poor attempt to crawl away from Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova’s current stabbing. [Surrender]
You fail to surrender immediately.

Entonie ab Belleford makes no attempt to stop Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova. He merely stands back and watches.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova have shifted from lethal to less so, but she still strikes, cutting to cause bleeding instead, “Ring the bells,” she orders the guards as she cuts Lirems again, “He must be burned quickly begore he bleeds out.” [Attack]
You sure are BLEEDING!
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova hits your body! You are impaired by your injuries.

Lirems just falls motionless as Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova cuts him again and again with no end in sight. [Surrender]
You fail to surrender immediately.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova sends an acolyte off to the belltower to ring the bells.
With a deep resounding tone, the church bells across the land sound all the faithful to River Square for a burning.

Entonie ab Belleford looks over to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova. “Do you have any water or anything? I am quite thirsty.”

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova states, “No, I’m sorry.”

Entonie ab Belleford shakes his head with a smile. “I can wait, I am sure. Perhaps I will begin salivating from the scent or roasted swine.” He points a thumb at the unconscious form.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova gestures for the guards to assist her and Entonie ab Belleford with Lirems, “Let’s get him to the pyre.”

Entonie ab Belleford keeps a hand on his sword, ready to draw at any moment.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova smiles slightly at Entonie ab Belleford’s joke as her cell keys are handed back, and she steps out of the way for the guards to pick up and carry Lirems.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova smiles slightly at Entonie’s joke as her cell keys are handed back, and she steps out of the way for the guards to pick up and carry Squire Lirems Greson.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova unlocks the southern door.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova begins to move south.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova crosses the center of the room.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova opens the southern door.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova leaves south, covered in blood and followed by guards carrying the mangled form of Squire Lirems Greson.

River Square
[Freezing, cloudy, heavy breeze from the west, morning]
The gently curving path of the River Bren takes a sharp turn south here,
running nigh-perpendicular to Church Street. An island rises from the
center of the broad waterway, connected to the road by arching stone bridges
on either side. It has been paved with square flagstones that fit together
snugly, kept clean and bare of greenery. In the center of this rectangular
plaza, Ahalin Tower rises in a smooth cylinder toward the sky, casting a
long shadow. Oil-burning wicker torches on slender posts frame the area,
microcosms of the blazes for which River Square is known.

[ Exits: north east south west up ]
The limbless torso of a Vavardian man Is skewered on a makeshift pike for all of the Square to see. The lifeless eyes of the former Justiciar gaping outwards. (western edge)
Wooden post torches ring the square, lighting it at night. (northwestern corner) (lit)
A thick wooden post blackened by fire proudly points to the sky. (northwestern corner)
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova is here. [App: 3]
A slight young lass with long, curled red hair is here. [App: 5]
A round-figured red-lipped brunette is here. [App: 4]
A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair is here, riding a hulking Charalin palfrey. [App: 3]
A very large gray wolf with black undertone
Dagerian is here, riding a sleek, black Charalin mustang with ripping muscles. [App: 4]
A petite stallion with a cream-colored coat stands here.
A burly Vandagan guard with coal black hair and bright eyes stands close to his mistress.
A tiny puppy with curly, caramel-colored fur frolics throughout the area.
A doe-eyed puppy with velvety chocolate fur lounges comfortably at his master’s feet
Lady von Eclen is here. [App: 4]
Ronove is here. [App: 1]
A battle half-ass clad in decorated leather armor idly saunters about nibbling on rocks
Esquire Loken Ronthe is here. [App: 2]
A lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair is here. [App: 3]
A majestic Daravi warhorse with dark bay coloring stands here.
Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica is here. [App: 2]
A rather large, war bred white Daravi stallion is here.Sir de Laerne is here. [App: 4]
Gwenith le Steppes is here. [App: 3]
A bay palfrey with a white blaze is here.
Baron Orban is standing near the pyre, expression remote. [App: 5]
A muscular white Charali pacer
A lily-white Daravi Warhorse with a brightly braided and tassled mane has been tethered here.
A massive Farin warhorse with a long ebony mane is pawing at the ground here.
Squire Lirems Greson limps in from above,being dragged by his manacles unconsious and blood flowing from all over his body..

A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair easily dismounts from a hulking Charalin palfrey.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova closes the upper door.
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova locks the upper door.

[Action: a pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair is along the edge of the crowd, standing near dag.]
A slight young lass with long, curled red hair pulls closed her cloak, hiding her garments.

A neutral expression is on Esquire Loken Ronthe’s face as his eyes lock with the former Justiciar’s body parts. The only thing coming from him is a single, sharp sniff of the nose. As he glances aside, he waves a slight young lass with long, curled red hair over closer to him. [Esquire Loken Ronthe]

“A trainee night,” Sir de Laerne rumbles, still sounding sour.

A round-figured red-lipped brunette sets teeth heavily closed, rousing her chin a touch as she makes her way to a stand further forward in the crowd.
A round-figured red-lipped brunette starts to move towards the north and west.

“A trainee knight,” Sir de Laerne rumbles, echoes, still sounding sour.

Dagerian swings his leg over his mount, preparing to dismount.

A slight young lass with long, curled red hair walks into the square, joining the jostling crowd. At Esquire Loken Ronthe’s gesture, she quickens her steps through it, soon approaching his side.

Dagerian easily dismounts from a sleek, black Charalin mustang with ripping muscles.

A lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair gasps a bit as the prisoner is brought ought, whispering over to Baron Orban, “Oh! It’s him? I met him once!”

Lady von Eclen steps into the square, escorted by baggs. She releases his arm as soon as they stop, and smiles to a lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair. “Yes, fine!”

[Action: a round-figured red-lipped brunette watche the proceedings with a set jaw.]

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova nods to the guards, who carry the unconcious form of Squire Lirems Greson to the pyre to chain him to it.

[Action: a round-figured red-lipped brunette watches the proceedings with a set jaw.]

Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica raises her eyebrows at the state of Squire Lirems Greson and looks to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova curiously.

Ailyn Magnate rides in from the west.
A sleek, reddish-hued dog with a black muzzle has arrived.
Ailyn Magnate slows to a halt.

Esquire Loken Ronthe at Squire Lirems Greson’s bloody form, he shakes his head, uncurling his arm from Lady von Eclen’s to touch the back of a slight young lass with long, curled red hair’s arm as she nears. “Lirems was a mage…” he murmurs to her in distaste, eyes never leaving the man’s broken form.

At Squire Lirems Greson’s bloody form, Esquire Loken Ronthe shakes his head, uncurling his arm from Lady von Eclen’s to touch the back of a slight young lass with long, curled red hair’s arm as she nears. “Lirems was a mage…” he murmurs to her in distaste, eyes never leaving the man’s broken form. (fix) [Esquire Loken Ronthe]

[Action: Entonie stands next to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova, blood covering his armor, sword and exposed skin.]

[Action: Esquire Loken Ronthe stands next to a slight young lass with long, curled red hair at the back of the gathered crowd, eyes set on lirems]

Ailyn Magnate puts her weight on one stirrup and swings her leg over a dapple grey Charali mare with a white mane and tail.
Ailyn Magnate skillfully dismounts from a dapple grey Charali mare with a white mane and tail.

“Seem him a time or two, but little more,” Baron Orban confesses to a lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair at a murmur. His brows have gone up as well at the sight of the near-corpse, but he doesn’t comment further. [Baron Orban]

“Good Davites,” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova begins, gesturing with the sign of the chalice, “We have here a Daravi spy, and a mage of fire who confessed, before attacking myself and the grand master, to coming here to assassinate the Queen and topple the throne.” [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Ailyn Magnate moves through the crowd towards a pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair and Dagerian, eyeing the scene with a grim expression as she weaves through the outskirts of the crowd.

A slight young lass with long, curled red hair swallows quickly at the sight of the corpse, her cheeks noticably paling beneath the splatter of dun freckles across them. She makes a strong attempt at not looking directly at it, instead focusing on her shoes.

“He is not a Daravi spy!” Sir de Laerne abruptly bellows over the Square, suddenly pushing through the crowd, shaking his head, his expressionless features breaking.

“But you don’t ever think that they’re like.. all around us!” a lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair confesses in hushed yet animated tones to Baron Orban. “And pages! I mean, Mother said that mages are everywhere in the city, but-” She falls off at that, gasping quietly, “A Daravi!”

A round-figured red-lipped brunette jerks a sharp look to Sir de Laerne, eyes widening.

Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica shakes her head, cursing under her breath as she follows in Sir de Laerne’s obvious wake.

“I know that they’re all around us,” Baron Orban tells a lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair simply; at Sir de Laerne’s outburst, he grimaces and steps forward in the man’s wake as well, though not very far or fast. [Baron Orban]

Entonie scans the audience as things become slightly chaotic. His grip remains firm on his sword as he stands next to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova.

Lady von Eclen shakes her head once, watching silently as she heads the dismay.

A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair curses under her breath as Sir de Laerne storms the stage, lifting up on the balls of her feet to see over the crowd at what is happening. Given her height, this is not too difficult. She casts a distracted glance over at Ailyn Magnate, nodding to her in greeting.

“But in mercy,” Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova continues, “We shall save his soul…” she pauses at Sir de Laerne’s intereferance, calmly meeting the latter’s eyes. “He told me he was, with his own words, and spoke Daravi to prove it. He told me ‘Death to the Crown’ anf translated it when I said I didn’t know his snake tongue.” She appears unconcerned as she addresses the crowd again, “Let us pray for his soul.” [Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova]

Dagerian watches as those gathered are sort of barrelled to the side when Sir de Laerne begins his path towards thebpyre area.

“This man is a pretender. A mage, yes, but a Daravi spy?” Sir de Laerne barks out loudly, stepping onto the pyre, though making no effort to free Squire Lirems Greson. “That he is not. He doesn’t speak a single word of Daravi. He babbles. Does he admire the Daravi? Aye, I wager he does. But he is no spy. I’ve read his journal. I’ve heard him speak his mockery of their tongue. I hold no love for them, but he is no spy. Just a shame to the people of Farin, and a shame to the Knights.”

A lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair blinks a bit in confusion, eyes moving from Sir de Laerne to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova to lirem and back to Baron Orban.

“de Laerne, I don’t imagine it matters. He’s dying as a mage, not as a spy,” Baron Orban calls up to Sir de Laerne, shaking his head. “Best let it be over with, aye?” [Baron Orban]

Squire Lirems Greson lays motionless wherever he was placed upon reaching the square.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova asks Sir de Laerne mildly, “Would you care to light the pyre, my Lord? If not, please step down. He has lost a lot of blood, and we have the Lord’s work to do.”

Lady von Eclen nods in agreement to what Baron Orban says. “I agree. It doesn’t matter his heritage, or his intent. He is a -mage-, and we need to burn him in any case.”

Entonie sighs tiredly as he pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. This leaves to fingerprints of blood on his face…

A slight young lass with long, curled red hair reaches out to take hold of Esquire Loken Ronthe’s arm next to her, bare fingers curling in and her grip tightening as the events start to play out before the crowd.

A chatty passer-by replies to a bit of gossip, “So there is yet another Charali roaming about, this one male. He looks like his bite is bigger than his bark too, unlike most of the savages around here. “.

[Action: a slight young lass with long, curled red hair stands next to Esquire Loken Ronthe, holding his arm]

Esquire Loken Ronthe just shakes his head a battered and nicked wooden chalice pendant on teal ribbon swaying as a result of the movement. At the touch of a slight young lass with long, curled red hair’s fingers against his arm, he visibly relaxes, offering her a faint smile, which fades as he casts his eyes on Squire Lirems Greson once again.

A round-figured red-lipped brunette visibly winces, raising an immaculately gloved hand to flick some brown curl off her forehead. A discreet scowl throws to some peasant who brushes against her silks as he presses nearer to the front of the throng.

“The people and the Church need to know the truth. They don’t need some false fear that a Daravi spy was among them,” Sir de Laerne rumbles, irritable as ever. “I do think it matters.” Still, Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova’s words to the giant make him step off the Pyre, but he doesn’t look pleased at all.

Dagerian peers over at a pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair a moment, confused. “Ouchi dheidh dhchi Liraiedh Leouldheil bidheli elliiraidh?” Though when Sir de Laerne explains he nods. “Leou i dhii.”

Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica frowns from where she is standing behind Sir de Laerne, but she does say, “Inquisitor, if Sir de Laerne says the boy was not a spy, then I believe his words. But he is still a mage, so kindly get on with it before we have someone try to free him.” The last him is given a gesture at Squire Lirems Greson.

Baron Orban steps back to his previous place among the crowd once Sir de Laerne steps down, evidently not interested in saying anything else. He’s frowning, faintly.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova purses her lips, then raises her hands to the crowd, trying again, “Let us pray.”

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova moves Squire Lirems Greson to the pole.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova secures Squire Lirems Greson’s hands to the pole with a length of chain.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova opens a flask of oil and spreads it around the bottom of the pole.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova lights a crude torch, holding it at shoulder height, and makes the sign of the Chalice.

A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair just nods slowly as Dagerian gains the understanding, letting out a frustrated sounding sigh. She crosses her arms loosely, continuing to watch the burning.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova casts the torch onto the base of the pyre. The oil ignites immediately.

Flames lick at the base of Squire Lirems Greson’s feet.

Lady von Eclen watches, her form shaking ever so slightly and her lip quivering at the sight. Her violet eyes are rather wide, but not hugely so, and she remains silent.

Squire Lirems Greson head hangs as he tied to the pole and the pyre lite.

Rising higher, the flames encompass Squire Lirems Greson. The smell of burning flesh permeates the air.

Gwenith le Steppes shudders beneath her a silvery-black hooded silk cloak with etched in embroidery, pulling the fabric tighter around her shoulders as she huddles beneath it, watching Squire Lirems Greson her face paling.

Squire Lirems Greson writhes in the flames.
Squire Lirems Greson writhes in the flames.
Squire Lirems Greson writhes in the flames.
Squire Lirems Greson writhes in the flames.

Baron Orban watches the burning calmly, his arms folding together behind his back. There is, perhaps, the slightest shake of his dark head.

Squire Lirems Greson writhes in the flames.

A round-figured red-lipped brunette’s painted lips rumple while she chalices herself, dark brows arching high.

Completely engulfing Squire Lirems Greson, the flames burn him to cinders.

Sir de Laerne chalices himself as well, as the flames swallow the man, his head bowing, whispered words spoken under his breath.

A bit of lacy cloth is plucked from underneath a round-figured red-lipped brunette’s cloak and promptly raised to cover her nostrils. [a round-figured red-lipped brunette]

Esquire Loken Ronthe bows his head as the man is engulfed in the flame, making a small sign of the chalice in front of his face. “And there it is… we burn the heretic, we purge the unclean. This is our duty, our charge,” he whispers to himself.

Baron Orban frees one hand to rest it over his nose, brows furrowing and nostrils crinkling. A sharp sigh escapes him.

A slight young lass with long, curled red hair avoids looking directly at the pyre and the burnt form of the man. She swallows sharply, several times over, her head turning in against her shoulder to obscure the scent of burned flesh.

Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica makes the sign of the chalice at the pyre and she glances at Sir de Laerne after the boy is dead.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova watches the fire burn out, then makes the sign of the Chalice. Then, stepping from the pyre, makes a perfunctory gesture to Sir de Laerne, “Let’s talk.” to the crowd, “Thank you, faithful, for helping this soul. You may go.”
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova questions to Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica, “Your Holiness, if you would join us?”

Ronove furrows his brow in thought, mentally planning.
Ronove begins to move west.
Ronove leaves west.

River Square
[Freezing, dark clouds, strong winds from the northwest, morning]
The gently curving path of the River Bren takes a sharp turn south here,
running nigh-perpendicular to Church Street. An island rises from the
center of the broad waterway, connected to the road by arching stone bridges
on either side. It has been paved with square flagstones that fit together
snugly, kept clean and bare of greenery. In the center of this rectangular
plaza, Ahalin Tower rises in a smooth cylinder toward the sky, casting a
long shadow. Oil-burning wicker torches on slender posts frame the area,
microcosms of the blazes for which River Square is known.

[ Exits: north east south west -up- ]
The corpse of a Farin man is lying here. (western edge)
The limbless torso of a Vavardian man Is skewered on a makeshift pike for all of the Square to see. The lifeless eyes of the former Justiciar gaping outwards. (western edge)
Wooden post torches ring the square, lighting it at night. (northwestern corner) (lit)
A thick wooden post blackened by fire proudly points to the sky. (northwestern corner)
A dapple grey Charali mare with a white mane and tail waits here.
A sleek, reddish-hued dog with a black muzzle is here.
Ailyn Magnate is here. [App: 3]
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova is here. [App: 3]
A slight young lass with long, curled red hair stands next to Esquire Loken Ronthe, holding his arm [App: 5]
A round-figured red-lipped brunette watches the proceedings with a set jaw. [App: 4]
A hulking Charalin palfrey is standing here.
A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair is along the edge of the crowd, standing near Dagerian. [App: 3]
A sleek, black Charalin mustang with ripping muscles
A very large gray wolf with black undertone
Dagerian is here. [App: 4]
A petite stallion with a cream-colored coat stands here.
A burly Vandagan guard with coal black hair and bright eyes stands close to his mistress.
A tiny puppy with curly, caramel-colored fur frolics throughout the area.
A doe-eyed puppy with velvety chocolate fur lounges comfortably at his master’s feet
Lady von Eclen is here. [App: 4]
A battle half-ass clad in decorated leather armor idly saunters about nibbling on rocks
Esquire Loken Ronthe stands next to a slight young lass with long, curled red hair at the back of the gathered crowd, eyes set on lirems [App: 2]
A lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair is here. [App: 3]
A majestic Daravi warhorse with dark bay coloring stands here.
Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica is here. [App: 2]
A rather large, war bred white Daravi stallion is here.Sir de Laerne is here. [App: 4]
Gwenith le Steppes is here. [App: 3]
A bay palfrey with a white blaze is here.
Baron Orban is standing near the pyre, expression remote. [App: 5]
A muscular white Charali pacer
A lily-white Daravi Warhorse with a brightly braided and tassled mane has been tethered here.
A massive Farin warhorse with a long ebony mane is pawing at the ground here.
the corpse of a Farin man holds:
Nothing.

“I’ll bury the boy. We can talk at the Cathedral, if that is your wish, Mother,” Sir de Laerne rumbles, stepping atop the pyre once more and slipping a long curved dagger with an ivory hilt and dark iron blade from a thick black cloak of bear fur with gold and crimson trim as he heads for the charred remains.

Baron Orban chalices himself with his other hand, then turns to his horse to gather up the reins in solemn silence.

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova claims to Sir de Laerne, “Leave that to the Grand Master.”

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova claims to Sir de Laerne, “We need to talk.”

[RPxp: mediocre] [HP:perfect MV:weary P:walk] (action) Drawn (Diremote)
River Square
[Freezing, dark clouds, strong winds from the northwest, morning]
The gently curving path of the River Bren takes a sharp turn south here,
running nigh-perpendicular to Church Street. An island rises from the
center of the broad waterway, connected to the road by arching stone bridges
on either side. It has been paved with square flagstones that fit together
snugly, kept clean and bare of greenery. In the center of this rectangular
plaza, Ahalin Tower rises in a smooth cylinder toward the sky, casting a
long shadow. Oil-burning wicker torches on slender posts frame the area,
microcosms of the blazes for which River Square is known.

[ Exits: north east south west -up- ]
The corpse of a Farin man is lying here. (western edge)
The limbless torso of a Vavardian man Is skewered on a makeshift pike for all of the Square to see. The lifeless eyes of the former Justiciar gaping outwards. (western edge)
Wooden post torches ring the square, lighting it at night. (northwestern corner) (lit)
A thick wooden post blackened by fire proudly points to the sky. (northwestern corner)
A dapple grey Charali mare with a white mane and tail waits here.
A sleek, reddish-hued dog with a black muzzle is here.
Ailyn Magnate is here. [App: 3]
Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova is here. [App: 3]
A slight young lass with long, curled red hair stands next to Esquire Loken Ronthe, holding his arm [App: 5]
A round-figured red-lipped brunette watches the proceedings with a set jaw. [App: 4]
A hulking Charalin palfrey is standing here.
A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair is along the edge of the crowd, standing near Dagerian. [App: 3]
A sleek, black Charalin mustang with ripping muscles
A very large gray wolf with black undertone
Dagerian is here. [App: 4]
A petite stallion with a cream-colored coat stands here.
A burly Vandagan guard with coal black hair and bright eyes stands close to his mistress.
A tiny puppy with curly, caramel-colored fur frolics throughout the area.
A doe-eyed puppy with velvety chocolate fur lounges comfortably at his master’s feet
Lady von Eclen is here. [App: 4]
A battle half-ass clad in decorated leather armor idly saunters about nibbling on rocks
Esquire Loken Ronthe stands next to a slight young lass with long, curled red hair at the back of the gathered crowd, eyes set on lirems [App: 2]
A lithe teenaged girl with wavy ebon hair is here. [App: 3]
A majestic Daravi warhorse with dark bay coloring stands here.
Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica is here. [App: 2]
A rather large, war bred white Daravi stallion is here.Sir de Laerne is here. [App: 4]
Gwenith le Steppes is here. [App: 3]
A bay palfrey with a white blaze is here.
Baron Orban is standing near the pyre, expression remote. [App: 5]
A muscular white Charali pacer
A lily-white Daravi Warhorse with a brightly braided and tassled mane has been tethered here.
A massive Farin warhorse with a long ebony mane is pawing at the ground here.

Ailyn Magnate leaves the square quietly, leading a dapple grey Charali mare with a white mane and tail as she shoulders through the lingering crowds.

After a murmured prayer, a round-figured red-lipped brunette turns on a heel to vacate the square. A quick scan passes over the dissolving crowd, picking out a few varied faces. [a round-figured red-lipped brunette]

Ailyn Magnate furrows her brow in thought, mentally planning.
Ailyn Magnate begins to move west.

Lady von Eclen chalices herself, looking a bit pale in the cheeks. She leans against a burly Vandagan guard with coal black hair and bright eyes for a moment, the turns to leave.

Ailyn Magnate leaves west.
A sleek, reddish-hued dog with a black muzzle leaves west.
A dapple grey Charali mare with a white mane and tail leaves west.

“Smells like pork…” Gwenith le Steppes whispers absently to herself. The woman shakes her head, dismissing the thought before hurrying away from the scene [Gwenith le Steppes]

Entonie’s lip twitches faintly but he dips his head politely to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova.

Her Holiness, Cardinal Trenica nods to Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova as she moves to follow.

A round-figured red-lipped brunette begins to move west.

A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair, like many in the square, makes the sign of the chalice, glancing over at Dagerian and asking, “Ouchedh leou?”

A round-figured red-lipped brunette leaves west.

Gwenith le Steppes furrows her brow in thought, mentally planning.
Gwenith le Steppes begins to move west.
Gwenith le Steppes leaves west.

Baron Orban reaches up to his mount’s saddle, preparing to mount.

Lady von Eclen furrows her brow in thought, mentally planning.
Lady von Eclen begins to move west.

Baron Orban easily mounts a bay palfrey with a white blaze.

Entonie sheathes his sword.

Lady von Eclen leaves west.
A doe-eyed puppy with velvety chocolate fur leaves west.
A tiny puppy with curly, caramel-colored fur leaves west.
A burly Vandagan guard with coal black hair and bright eyes leaves west.
A petite stallion with a cream-colored coat leaves west.

A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair reaches up to her mount’s saddle, preparing to mount.

A pale aquiline woman with a mass of fiery hair easily mounts a hulking Charalin palfrey.

Dagerian swings his leg over his mount.

Dagerian easily mounts a sleek, black Charalin mustang with ripping muscles.

“Is there anything you need from me before I take my leave, Sir ab Belleford,” Esquire Loken Ronthe calls out questioningly from the square, twisting his body to avoid being bumped by the leaving individuals. [Esquire Loken Ronthe]

“An unmarked grave was the protocol when I was in command, Grand Master,” Sir de Laerne rumbles dryly, slipping knife away. “Sun and Moon guide you.” He salutes Entonie, before moving after Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova

“I’ve always thought someone who’s been cleansed should at least get to keep their name, as they’ve been redeemed.” Baron Orban says it quietly, to no one in particular. [Baron Orban]

Inquisitor Jenifyr von Vakhrova inclines her head in gratitude to Sir de Laerne when he follows her, then addresses Entonie, “Sir, we will be in the meeting room when you are free to join us.”

Entonie moves towards Esquire Loken Ronthe and shakes his head. He looks very tired. He dips his head in understanding to Sir de Laerne and returns the salute. “Esquire, you are dismissed. I would recommend taking the evening off and enjoying the componany of others.”

A slight young lass with long, curled red hair glances briefly over towards Baron Orban as he speaks and in doing so, her eyes pass over the burned form of the corpse. She quickly brings her hand up to her mouth, unable to wrench her eyes from the blackened form.