Knight Otu
First Post
The trial went on for what seemed an eternity. Diabolic judges. A diabolic jury. His old mentor. They all were there. At times, chants of Failure - Failure - Failure haunted through the court. At other times, the chant went Godsfoe - Godsfoe - Godsfoe.
Until one eon, the pillar began to talk. "This man is not yet yours. Let him say the verdict he deserves."
"Not... guilty..." would be the words the wizard would say, the first words after breathing anew, his eyes still closed.
(Whether halluzinatory memories of a dead man, or actual memories, I want to play that a raise dead, while possible, is not trivial. Hope no one minds those interjections.)
Until one eon, the pillar began to talk. "This man is not yet yours. Let him say the verdict he deserves."
"Not... guilty..." would be the words the wizard would say, the first words after breathing anew, his eyes still closed.
(Whether halluzinatory memories of a dead man, or actual memories, I want to play that a raise dead, while possible, is not trivial. Hope no one minds those interjections.)