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<blockquote data-quote="tomBitonti" data-source="post: 6267064" data-attributes="member: 13107">... the convicted stood before the tribunal.&quot;You have been convicted of treachery; of cold hearted murder; of corruption of the innocent; of consorting with demons.&nbsp; Your guilt is well proven.&nbsp; Justice demands your death.&quot;&quot;But mercy demands that we offer a chance at redemption: Do you repent these sins?&quot;The convicted sneered and spat.&nbsp; A foul epithet was answered by a quick blow.&nbsp; Struggling, choking, the prisoner was hauled to the execution block.&quot;Sir Benedictine, this task falls to you.&nbsp; We are saddened that our mercy has failed.&quot;Sir Benedictine lifted his sword high overhead, steeling himself for the blow.&nbsp; He had discovered the crimes, and the task of the execution fell to him.&nbsp; He swung, hard and fast.&nbsp; The kill must be clean.&nbsp; He had no desire to inflict a cruelty, even on one who had fallen so deeply.As the blow fell, he kept his eyes on the prisoner.&nbsp; To keep the blow true, but also, as his duty, to shy away not from confronting evil. The blow cleanly severed the prisoner's head, which fell into the prepared receptacle.&nbsp; Sir Benedictine knelt then, to offer a prayer, and to begin the ritual of cleansing.&nbsp; He had only begun when a murmor arose in the chamber.&nbsp; Startled, he glanced upwards.&nbsp; Following the hand of the High Clerist, he glanced where it pointed.&nbsp; There bloody, but unmistakable, contrary to what he had just seen, lay the head of the Sir Benavue the Just.Stricken, Benedictine reached, grasped, then lifted the gore spattered head ...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="tomBitonti, post: 6267064, member: 13107"] ... the convicted stood before the tribunal. "You have been convicted of treachery; of cold hearted murder; of corruption of the innocent; of consorting with demons. Your guilt is well proven. Justice demands your death." "But mercy demands that we offer a chance at redemption: Do you repent these sins?" The convicted sneered and spat. A foul epithet was answered by a quick blow. Struggling, choking, the prisoner was hauled to the execution block. "Sir Benedictine, this task falls to you. We are saddened that our mercy has failed." Sir Benedictine lifted his sword high overhead, steeling himself for the blow. He had discovered the crimes, and the task of the execution fell to him. He swung, hard and fast. The kill must be clean. He had no desire to inflict a cruelty, even on one who had fallen so deeply. As the blow fell, he kept his eyes on the prisoner. To keep the blow true, but also, as his duty, to shy away not from confronting evil. The blow cleanly severed the prisoner's head, which fell into the prepared receptacle. Sir Benedictine knelt then, to offer a prayer, and to begin the ritual of cleansing. He had only begun when a murmor arose in the chamber. Startled, he glanced upwards. Following the hand of the High Clerist, he glanced where it pointed. There bloody, but unmistakable, contrary to what he had just seen, lay the head of the Sir Benavue the Just. Stricken, Benedictine reached, grasped, then lifted the gore spattered head ... [/QUOTE]

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