Paridon Book II: A Taste For Power (IC)
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I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Seeing as how favor of powerful judge might come handy and remembering all things one ate while living off the land Eugene comes forward and takes the eel.
Eugene bangs eels head with suitable implement to stun it. He then closes his eyes and lets the fish slide into his stomach whole. He even seems to enjoy it licking his lips.
OOC: may I draw your attention dear collegues that these delicacies are designed to be eaten alive.
OOC2: I just hope they are small enough otherwise there might be slight 'dragon breath event' all over the table
Eugene bangs eels head with suitable implement to stun it. He then closes his eyes and lets the fish slide into his stomach whole. He even seems to enjoy it licking his lips.
OOC: may I draw your attention dear collegues that these delicacies are designed to be eaten alive.
OOC2: I just hope they are small enough otherwise there might be slight 'dragon breath event' all over the table
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Father Berman raises an eyebrow at this strange turn of events. He's wrong about the case - truth magic alone would rule out simple lying by Pigglemorth - but on the other hand he is the judge, so what choice do we have? He is playing with us, not seeking justice.
Father Berman takes hold of the last eel and takes a bite. Tastes like ...
Father Berman takes hold of the last eel and takes a bite. Tastes like ...
industrygothica
Adventurer
Darian watches the scene with silent disgust. What sort of magistrate is this that hinges justice on drunken parlor tricks?
He only hopes the horrible slob of a man hadn't noticed Darian's obvious distaste.
He only hopes the horrible slob of a man hadn't noticed Darian's obvious distaste.
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Eugene slides the eel down his throat. It passes through his mouth chilly, slimy, and briny in flavor. It passes down the esophagus. About when it hits the stomach it awakens enough to wriggle uselessly for just a moment, before it settles down into death.
Ru, Skyler, and Fr. Berman bite into their eels, and cold blood issues forth from the wound. The mouth fills with a fishy flavor, and the eels writhe painfully, splashing a dark-colored blood on the floor. Quickly, the three finish devouring the fishes.
Gustav chuckles, and gives each of the four a silk napkin. "Ha, don't worry about the mess, it's bound to happen with people's first eel experience. I enjoyed a couple of them last night, and I think I now understand the predator's preference for live prey. You are all good sports!"
He looks around to everyone. "Now, you may be wondering why I had you devour eels. First, I wanted to see if you would do it. You all jumped at the chance, so it is clear--you definitely have ambition, you definitely have pluck. You've got even more than Gis, and that's going to serve you well! Second, Gis and I had a bet... I won."
He pulls a steaming sausage from a pot of broth and plops it on a plate. The sausage's skin is taut and smooth, a simple well-shaped piece of food. "As for Alek, I want you to be aware of the possible problems in his case. At this time, the evidence is circumstancial. A good solicitor will try to tear it to pieces, and I want you to know that before it is brought to trial. But... we are a society based on reason. Paridon would not have become the gleaming jewel of culture it is by the mere whims of the elite. No, we base our progress in facts, proof, and rules. So, I do not wish for you to think that we can just put Alek away because we simply feel like it. If he is to be sentenced, it will be for the crimes he has committed."
Lord D'Marosso takes a fork and knife, and with a single determined slash, cuts the sausage open lengthwise. It pops open, spilling its juices and chunks all over the plate. "However, Ru, Skyler, Eugene, Brian, if you worry that the evidence has all burned away with his manor, that justice will fall prey to his poison tongue... I am still offering each of you a boon. We know of his crimes, just say the word and justice will be served. Otherwise, feel free to ask for whatever you wish."
Lord D'Marosso scrapes the innards of the sausage from the casing and practically inhales them.
Ru, Skyler, and Fr. Berman bite into their eels, and cold blood issues forth from the wound. The mouth fills with a fishy flavor, and the eels writhe painfully, splashing a dark-colored blood on the floor. Quickly, the three finish devouring the fishes.
Gustav chuckles, and gives each of the four a silk napkin. "Ha, don't worry about the mess, it's bound to happen with people's first eel experience. I enjoyed a couple of them last night, and I think I now understand the predator's preference for live prey. You are all good sports!"
He looks around to everyone. "Now, you may be wondering why I had you devour eels. First, I wanted to see if you would do it. You all jumped at the chance, so it is clear--you definitely have ambition, you definitely have pluck. You've got even more than Gis, and that's going to serve you well! Second, Gis and I had a bet... I won."
He pulls a steaming sausage from a pot of broth and plops it on a plate. The sausage's skin is taut and smooth, a simple well-shaped piece of food. "As for Alek, I want you to be aware of the possible problems in his case. At this time, the evidence is circumstancial. A good solicitor will try to tear it to pieces, and I want you to know that before it is brought to trial. But... we are a society based on reason. Paridon would not have become the gleaming jewel of culture it is by the mere whims of the elite. No, we base our progress in facts, proof, and rules. So, I do not wish for you to think that we can just put Alek away because we simply feel like it. If he is to be sentenced, it will be for the crimes he has committed."
Lord D'Marosso takes a fork and knife, and with a single determined slash, cuts the sausage open lengthwise. It pops open, spilling its juices and chunks all over the plate. "However, Ru, Skyler, Eugene, Brian, if you worry that the evidence has all burned away with his manor, that justice will fall prey to his poison tongue... I am still offering each of you a boon. We know of his crimes, just say the word and justice will be served. Otherwise, feel free to ask for whatever you wish."
Lord D'Marosso scrapes the innards of the sausage from the casing and practically inhales them.
Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
Ru quickly wipes the blood from him, not at all comfortable with the surge this pointless kill seems to have welled up within him. As the noble before them speaks, he listens politely, making sure the verbose man has said all he has to say before replying.
"Alek is all about gaming the system," Ru says, shaking his head. "His pride is tied up in how well he's learned to cheat at 'the game,' and it strikes me that our circumventing the system would be just another victory for Alek; he'd gladly, smugly sit in a cell for quite some time if he thought it proved that the laws we support really are so weak that we can only enforce them by cheating as he does.
"No, the only way to truly cow a man like Alek is to beat him without the cheats," the monk insists.
"As for my boon, I don't recall hearing an expiration date on it. I think, perhaps, this is what my gambling friends called holding an ace? I think I'm quite content knowing I have the card to play for now, without needing to show my hand. I hope you don't mind?"
Ru quickly wipes the blood from him, not at all comfortable with the surge this pointless kill seems to have welled up within him. As the noble before them speaks, he listens politely, making sure the verbose man has said all he has to say before replying.
"Alek is all about gaming the system," Ru says, shaking his head. "His pride is tied up in how well he's learned to cheat at 'the game,' and it strikes me that our circumventing the system would be just another victory for Alek; he'd gladly, smugly sit in a cell for quite some time if he thought it proved that the laws we support really are so weak that we can only enforce them by cheating as he does.
"No, the only way to truly cow a man like Alek is to beat him without the cheats," the monk insists.
"As for my boon, I don't recall hearing an expiration date on it. I think, perhaps, this is what my gambling friends called holding an ace? I think I'm quite content knowing I have the card to play for now, without needing to show my hand. I hope you don't mind?"
Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
OOC: Sorry for the silence! Moving house, still no internet connection at the new flat.
For the first time in quite a while, you see Calahan become pale.
Staring at the living fish on his plate, the former woodsman doesn't touch the cutlery.
His left hand lying sweaty on the table, the Snake fumbles with his right one around his glass of wine, his eyes wide open,
and observing how you others treat the food with obvious fear.
For the first time in quite a while, you see Calahan become pale.
Staring at the living fish on his plate, the former woodsman doesn't touch the cutlery.
His left hand lying sweaty on the table, the Snake fumbles with his right one around his glass of wine, his eyes wide open,
and observing how you others treat the food with obvious fear.
Father Berman wipes the blood from his mouth and watches how the others react to all this. Before I served Ezra I might have been squeamish about it, but what have I to fear now? Calahan's reaction is surprising but that one is often unpredictable.
"I don't think the case is as weak as you've said. Pigglemorth tells his tale convincingly, and truth magic should prove he's not lying. Besides that there is circumstantial evidence - no least the 'pets' themselves who seem to act like they're under some sort of drug.
But we could use more time to investigate further and to help get the drug off the street if it's still being dealt. We've been told that Alek owns a shop - that's where I'd start."
"I don't think the case is as weak as you've said. Pigglemorth tells his tale convincingly, and truth magic should prove he's not lying. Besides that there is circumstantial evidence - no least the 'pets' themselves who seem to act like they're under some sort of drug.
But we could use more time to investigate further and to help get the drug off the street if it's still being dealt. We've been told that Alek owns a shop - that's where I'd start."
Rhun
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Skyler nods, having just finished wiping the eel blood from his face. "I agree that further time is needed. To investigate this shop, as well as the ruins of Combledorn Manor. Laws are laws; we cannot circumnavigate the system to put Alek away. It would be a betrayal of everything we stand for."
Rhiannon stared on in nigh horror, schooling her expression to hide the squeamish-ness that emerged at the idea of eating a still-living creature. Not only was it rather... disturbing, it was also dangerous... after all, there isn't much to do, should one choke on a whole eel...
Listening to the talk of 'what we stand for' Rhiannon frowned lightly. She wouldn't say it in front of Lord D'Marosso, but she cared little for the laws as written so much as what would make the children safer. A monster like Alek's been shown to be is not someone who could reside in a child-safe Paridon...
Listening to the talk of 'what we stand for' Rhiannon frowned lightly. She wouldn't say it in front of Lord D'Marosso, but she cared little for the laws as written so much as what would make the children safer. A monster like Alek's been shown to be is not someone who could reside in a child-safe Paridon...
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