The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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Mara was in attendance, the man's death the easiest part of the sentencing to understand. Talking lives and laws into his own hands, the man was a menace to society. Something that needed to be snuffed out rather than live on. And while a public spectacle made her worry for repeats of the past, it also made some sense. A show for the crown of what the consequences of his actions were.
So she stood amongst her peers, a dagger on her hip, marshalls daughter through and through. But she had no plans to need it. There were guards from Nevermere and Lorendale in force, anyone stupid enough to try anything would surely be dealt with. So she felt comfortable, and ready to see one of the heads of the snake get cut off. Hopefully two more wouldn't grow back.
Post by Simon Mikaels on Oct 26, 2022 12:17:49 GMT -5
Simon would attend the execution. He’d urge @romilly to stay home, for no other reason than it was a ghastly sight that he’d rather she not witness if it could be helped. But ultimately, Romilly’s decisions were her own. If she did choose to accompany him, she’d be on his arm as always.
He’d stand with his back straight and his eyes directed forward. The sightless haze that covered him would shield him from witnessing Fischer’s death, but would not shield him from whatever fallout may come.
Elyas sat among a few fellow soldiers discussing absolutely nothing, the General's mind wasn't much in the conversation at least as he threw in small quips and head nods when called for. No his mind was on today's execution and perhaps the true meaning or reason: he wanted to believe Fischer had been caught on purpose to go and die for his cause because when the bottom dropped Fischer Wyndham would be a martyr to the Son's. Word through the grape vine was despite his actions with his children Fischer was still well loved among his herd. Some actually saw their deaths as a cleansing a way to avoid the death that was sure to follow, Elyas hadn't been a big fan of hearing about the children's death and not because he cared about them but the waste of life...a grimace formed over his face for one fleeting moment.
Fischer played to recklessly. Yet he had enough of a voice and network that Elyas was sure wouldn't just fold after the man's death like 'ope he's dead let's tuck tail and run' and he hoped the crown was foolish enough to believe their scare tactic works. Silently now he waited for the man of the hour.
Oriana had heard about the execution as she had the trial. All of it seemed like a lot of fancy footwork in order to not upset anyone. Classic of a weak crown, one pressured and too afraid to do anything. Unsurprising since she didn't have the strength of a gifted. But for now, they were stuck with her, and at least she was killing one of the worst anti-gifteds that Loren had seen in quite some time.
So as she stood, part of her considered snapping the mans neck before he had a chance to be executed. Really would be quite funny, a way to stick him where it hurt. Not that he'd ever know, or anyone for that matter. But it was a risk she didn't plan to take. So instead she stayed at the edge of the gathering crowd, picking at the edge of her skirts, and wondering how many snakes were in the grass.
Post by Iliana Rainecourt on Nov 29, 2022 17:41:25 GMT -5
Iliana only delayed long enough for people to settle, though it seemed once she stood and moved into view they did just that. The speech she had was not one that was long, she wouldn't drag things out to be made more painful. She acknowledged the loss he would be to his family, but that his actions were not excused because of such things. That because of his words and the beliefs he spread, fathers and brothers and mothers and all the likes had been lost too.
There was no uproar in the crowd, the execution was swift. Not cruel. It left a heaviness to the air for both sides of this. Those who supported gifteds, those who did not. Iliana knew that this would weigh heavy on her people, and that in a way, she might have put a new target on her back. But she didn't show it on her face. Not as she took Cassian Rainecourt's arm after, and left back home. Her night would be restless, her heart still heavy with the day lingering on her mind.
Iliana had a feeling that this would weigh on her for some time. Even if her anger burned through her at the loss that was still mourned over.