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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2483483" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 1: Fate's Weave Concluded</strong></p><p></p><p>The faint torchlight reflected off the red and black links of Cassock’s mail as he pulled to a stop mere inches from the watchman’s face. Cassock had to look down at the short, obese bully. The light flickered as well off the whites of Cassock’s eyes while the pitch-black pupils devoured the rays.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>Guard!</strong> Control yourself. You will not be desecrating any graves on the morrow. <strong>AND</strong> you’ll be releasing the prisoners into my custody.” The priest shoved the writ into the man’s plump hands along with a hearty shove. Shifting backward, the watchman stumbled slightly barely remaining on his feet.</p><p></p><p>“Oo’ the ‘ell you think you are, <strong>peasant!?</strong> They’re prisoners! ‘Ere <strong>my</strong> prisoners, an’ I’ll treats ‘em ‘ow I want!” The watchman slipped his hand onto his sap, curling his fat fingers around the blood and flesh permanently joined to the rough leather.</p><p></p><p>“It’s all in the writ.” The watchman grumbled and released his sap, proceeding to read the letter. His face fell in horror or shock, Cassock knew not which. Quickly, a bright red hue flooded the cheeks of the guard as he returned the writ. Mumbling, the watchman reached cautiously for his keys.</p><p></p><p>The guard skulked toward the cells and quickly unlocked both. The heavy doors swung open, easily and silently. Cassock peered at the prisoners. Both were unclothed, although with a quick glance no one would have noticed. Thick purple and black bruises spread over their entire bodies, crisscrossing muscles and joints. With the dried blood, the prisoners almost seemed to be fully dressed. The halfling was curled in a corner, hands covering her naked torso. When the watchman approached, she shrunk back to near nonexistence. </p><p></p><p>“Did you do this to them, guard?” Cassock’s voice was cold, hardened steel. He could feel the anger energizing his limbs.</p><p></p><p>The watchman stifled another malicious laugh, “Course not. They was like this when they came into my charge.” A wholly unbelievable grin crossed his face.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>Liar!!!</strong>” The halfling threw propriety to the four winds as she leapt from her position and attacked the watchman. Her nails couldn’t puncture the hardening layer of lard, or the guard’s armor, however. The sudden weight caused the guard to step backward, he grasped for his sap again and raised it in an attack.</p><p></p><p>As his arm swung, a hollow whir split the air. Cassock’s warmace collided with the watchman’s hand. The guard shrieked as his fingers snapped unnaturally backward, bones splintering through the flesh. The sap landed impotently against the stone wall, covered as always in blood.</p><p></p><p>“<strong>You will not lay one hand on my prisoners</strong>. I think its time you learned some manners. I will be giving Mayor Rowen a full report of your behavior and activities. Also, I will take these prisoners directly to the mayor, so he can decide on a proper punishment for your mistreatment.” Cassock slid the warmace quickly back into its leather loop. He stooped downward, picking up the keys and with his other hand ushered the halfling out of the cell.</p><p></p><p>“Until the mayor has had a chance to decide your punishment, feel free to enjoy your stay in that cell.” Cassock kicked the door close, hearing the lock snap into place. “Grab your gear, child. And tell me if anything is missing.” Cassock moved to the next cell and leaned over the half-elf. With a quick prayer, healing energy flowed through Cassock and into the prisoner. The halfling brought Aramil’s clothing over and both dressed quickly, slightly embarrassed by the priest’s presence.</p><p></p><p>“Is everything there?” </p><p></p><p>“Yes. All our gear is here,” the halfling responded.</p><p></p><p>“Good. Oh, and watchman, next time, be careful who you address as ‘peasant’. If any of their wounds are permanent, I shall see you before the next inquisition.” Abruptly turning on his heel, Cassock led the pair of prisoners into the darkness.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 2483483, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 1: Fate's Weave Concluded[/b] The faint torchlight reflected off the red and black links of Cassock’s mail as he pulled to a stop mere inches from the watchman’s face. Cassock had to look down at the short, obese bully. The light flickered as well off the whites of Cassock’s eyes while the pitch-black pupils devoured the rays. “[b]Guard![/b] Control yourself. You will not be desecrating any graves on the morrow. [b]AND[/b] you’ll be releasing the prisoners into my custody.” The priest shoved the writ into the man’s plump hands along with a hearty shove. Shifting backward, the watchman stumbled slightly barely remaining on his feet. “Oo’ the ‘ell you think you are, [b]peasant!?[/b] They’re prisoners! ‘Ere [b]my[/b] prisoners, an’ I’ll treats ‘em ‘ow I want!” The watchman slipped his hand onto his sap, curling his fat fingers around the blood and flesh permanently joined to the rough leather. “It’s all in the writ.” The watchman grumbled and released his sap, proceeding to read the letter. His face fell in horror or shock, Cassock knew not which. Quickly, a bright red hue flooded the cheeks of the guard as he returned the writ. Mumbling, the watchman reached cautiously for his keys. The guard skulked toward the cells and quickly unlocked both. The heavy doors swung open, easily and silently. Cassock peered at the prisoners. Both were unclothed, although with a quick glance no one would have noticed. Thick purple and black bruises spread over their entire bodies, crisscrossing muscles and joints. With the dried blood, the prisoners almost seemed to be fully dressed. The halfling was curled in a corner, hands covering her naked torso. When the watchman approached, she shrunk back to near nonexistence. “Did you do this to them, guard?” Cassock’s voice was cold, hardened steel. He could feel the anger energizing his limbs. The watchman stifled another malicious laugh, “Course not. They was like this when they came into my charge.” A wholly unbelievable grin crossed his face. “[b]Liar!!![/b]” The halfling threw propriety to the four winds as she leapt from her position and attacked the watchman. Her nails couldn’t puncture the hardening layer of lard, or the guard’s armor, however. The sudden weight caused the guard to step backward, he grasped for his sap again and raised it in an attack. As his arm swung, a hollow whir split the air. Cassock’s warmace collided with the watchman’s hand. The guard shrieked as his fingers snapped unnaturally backward, bones splintering through the flesh. The sap landed impotently against the stone wall, covered as always in blood. “[b]You will not lay one hand on my prisoners[/b]. I think its time you learned some manners. I will be giving Mayor Rowen a full report of your behavior and activities. Also, I will take these prisoners directly to the mayor, so he can decide on a proper punishment for your mistreatment.” Cassock slid the warmace quickly back into its leather loop. He stooped downward, picking up the keys and with his other hand ushered the halfling out of the cell. “Until the mayor has had a chance to decide your punishment, feel free to enjoy your stay in that cell.” Cassock kicked the door close, hearing the lock snap into place. “Grab your gear, child. And tell me if anything is missing.” Cassock moved to the next cell and leaned over the half-elf. With a quick prayer, healing energy flowed through Cassock and into the prisoner. The halfling brought Aramil’s clothing over and both dressed quickly, slightly embarrassed by the priest’s presence. “Is everything there?” “Yes. All our gear is here,” the halfling responded. “Good. Oh, and watchman, next time, be careful who you address as ‘peasant’. If any of their wounds are permanent, I shall see you before the next inquisition.” Abruptly turning on his heel, Cassock led the pair of prisoners into the darkness. [/QUOTE]
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