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<blockquote data-quote="Ralts Bloodthorne" data-source="post: 6265806" data-attributes="member: 6390">Smythe----------The tusker girl scrambles to her feet, rushing over to one of the barrels with a caved in lid, and scooping out two mugs of thick rich mead, hurrying back with them and offering them to the Scout Captain and his 'assistant'. She keeps her head down and is obviously nervous.One of the Marines kicks a chair so that it slides over by the table they were sitting at. &quot;Come sit with us, Scout Captain. You look like a man who's seen fire and bloody steel,&quot; he glares at the Church Soldiers, &quot;Unlike these whelps, who we would have been better off they would have fired them out of the cannons.&quot;Frella----------The guards force the other men out the door, marching them down the street to where the stakes (and their waiting occupants) are located. Several young tuskers, leather collars around their necks, are throwing buckets of water on the stakes, creating huge clouds of burnt pork smelling steam, while several adult tusker men, marked by their iron collars and brands on their cheeks, are dragging away the burnt corpses of those who have been 'purified.'The guard who begged for mercy kneels down in the doorway, facing the street, folding his hands in front of his face and closing his eyes as he begins to pray.&quot;Thank you, Father Church, for granting me mercy and forgiveness in my time of weakness, and thank you for the Bishop, who showed me mercy, and thank you for...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ralts Bloodthorne, post: 6265806, member: 6390"] [B][COLOR=#ff0000]Smythe[/COLOR][/B] ---------- The tusker girl scrambles to her feet, rushing over to one of the barrels with a caved in lid, and scooping out two mugs of thick rich mead, hurrying back with them and offering them to the Scout Captain and his 'assistant'. She keeps her head down and is obviously nervous. One of the Marines kicks a chair so that it slides over by the table they were sitting at. "Come sit with us, Scout Captain. You look like a man who's seen fire and bloody steel," he glares at the Church Soldiers, "Unlike these whelps, who we would have been better off they would have fired them out of the cannons." [COLOR=#ff0000][B] Frella[/B][/COLOR] ---------- The guards force the other men out the door, marching them down the street to where the stakes (and their waiting occupants) are located. Several young tuskers, leather collars around their necks, are throwing buckets of water on the stakes, creating huge clouds of burnt pork smelling steam, while several adult tusker men, marked by their iron collars and brands on their cheeks, are dragging away the burnt corpses of those who have been 'purified.' The guard who begged for mercy kneels down in the doorway, facing the street, folding his hands in front of his face and closing his eyes as he begins to pray. "Thank you, Father Church, for granting me mercy and forgiveness in my time of weakness, and thank you for the Bishop, who showed me mercy, and thank you for..." [/QUOTE]

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