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<blockquote data-quote="Raven Crowking" data-source="post: 1698764" data-attributes="member: 18280">87.River Magistrate’s Office:&nbsp;&nbsp; This three story building was probably once imposing, but it suffered heavy damage when part of the town collapsed. Now, its granite façade had shifted, and many of the decorations – once images of aquatic life and the administration of justice – have broken free. One corner of the building stands in water, making it difficult to enter.Inside, a musty, moldering smell haunts the building, like parchment left to rot. Guards move forward to take visitor's (including plaintiffs and defendents) arms and armor before they are ushered into the River Court of the Magistrate’s Office.&nbsp; It is usually a long wait. The Magistrate, dressed in a black robe with yellow trim, and a powdered wig symbolizing age and wisdom, sits behind a desk on a dais. There are four guards in the courtroom, in addition to the two escorts, but they seem more bored than alert. A smattering of witnesses sit in the gallery – local citizens, presumably, with an interest in these cases, or barristers in training.There is a smooth, hard wooden plank along the front of the Court where supplicants are supposed to kneel.&nbsp; The black-and-yellow clad bailiff smites his oaken staff upon the floor – creating a hollow, ringing sound – and calls “Ye supplicants before the Honorable Lord Magistrate Ottomus Frederickson, kneel and be heard!”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Raven Crowking, post: 1698764, member: 18280"] [COLOR=Yellow][B]87.[/B][/COLOR][B]River Magistrate’s Office:[/B] This three story building was probably once imposing, but it suffered heavy damage when part of the town collapsed. Now, its granite façade had shifted, and many of the decorations – once images of aquatic life and the administration of justice – have broken free. One corner of the building stands in water, making it difficult to enter. Inside, a musty, moldering smell haunts the building, like parchment left to rot. Guards move forward to take visitor's (including plaintiffs and defendents) arms and armor before they are ushered into the River Court of the Magistrate’s Office. It is usually a long wait. The Magistrate, dressed in a black robe with yellow trim, and a powdered wig symbolizing age and wisdom, sits behind a desk on a dais. There are four guards in the courtroom, in addition to the two escorts, but they seem more bored than alert. A smattering of witnesses sit in the gallery – local citizens, presumably, with an interest in these cases, or barristers in training. There is a smooth, hard wooden plank along the front of the Court where supplicants are supposed to kneel. The black-and-yellow clad bailiff smites his oaken staff upon the floor – creating a hollow, ringing sound – and calls “Ye supplicants before the Honorable Lord Magistrate Ottomus Frederickson, kneel and be heard!” [/QUOTE]

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