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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1205145" data-attributes="member: 13493">Bishop Archibald strode down the stone coridor. On this level of the Castle Kordryn: the Pillar of Justice, the marble floors and exotic tapestries were not required, the only ones who came to this floor had no need of such extravegance even if it was in Solars name. The Bishop was a tall man who had been powerful in build in his youth and remained powerful as his middle years began to fade into his silver years. He had long sandy blonde hair and a stern face used to giving commands. Afterall, in Tesh, he was as powerful as any baron or general, if not more so. For the government was the church and the church was the government, as it had been, and it should be, and as it always would be; and tonight, he would prove this to the citezens of his fair city.Tonight every criminal on the Row of Death would die.A smile slowly formed upon his lips at the thought. All those sinners hanging from the rafters, with their heads in baskets, or for the special 'guests' a slow blazing death at the stake. Ah yes, the special guests, the thought of them brought another smile to his face as he began to head down the stairs. He had just finished announcing the mass execution to the prisoners, he had also mentioned that three prisoners would be something of a grand finale, after all it wasn't every day a Solaran Bishop got his hands on three fiends such as they. A daywalker vampire, one who had sold his soul for his abilities, his power, a pity sunlight only rendered him human instead of ash. There was the southerner, he had a silver tongue that one, blessed by Talisar himself, and worse yet he dabbled in the chaos arts. Then there was the last one, he had been there for awhile, Archibald always thought he'd try to escape as that one had actually been blessed by Talisar. He would have to take a few extra special precautions with that one.Yes, today would be a glorious triumph in the name of the Sun God, these sinners would die and he would be considered a saint. Or at least worthy of becomming an Arch Bishop and barring that he'd have an immense feeling of satisfaction. Today was a good day.*****The tavern was dark despite the warm glow of the torchlight, still, the dim light did not dim the spirits of the people there. There was always celebration on the eve before an execution. Bar maids waded through customers passing out drinks to whomever paid or made themself or their order memorable enough to give to the right laughing red face. The bar keep was busy serving drinks and shouting to the maids to hurry up with the orders. A few bards played a lively jig on the upraised stage and a space had been cleared as much as possible for those who desired a dance... if that was what you could call the drunken stomping and hopping.A few people were not so festive, for what reason was of little concern to the revellers, however on man in particular sat in a darkened booth observing the revelry with a passive look in his sharp green eyes. Magic hid him from prying eyes, and magic hid the magic that hid him so no one with the capability to sense magical aura's could notice him, and intricate series of enchantments that had cost him many a gold crown. Finally the one he expected took a seat before him after looking around the tavern. None could tell by looking unless they knew him personally, but the man was a low ranking officer at Kordryn, however that very occupation, along with a certain tarnished reputation the disguised one had greased many palms to discover, were the reasons he was here today. He man had the shadow of a beard that appeard to be in need of a shave or to be allowed to grow out. His eyes were gray, a relatively common trait among Teshians, and he had something of a high hair line and a head capped with dark brown hair flecked with gray. "Good of you to come." the disguied man said.The guard nodded still looking around for observers. "Aye, just got off shift, had to go and change before I came to this pit." he said, he obviously preferred one of the other watering holes around town, likely a competitor of this one somewhere in the neighborhood."Stop looking around, you'll draw attention to yourself if you appear to not want people to notice you, do you want the inquisition breathing down your neck?" the man said lifting a brow."Nay, nay, just habbit I guess." the guard said finally focusing his attention on the one before him. "So what mischief do you want me to cook up with that handsome amount of coin you gave me and how terrible is my torment going to be should I mention this meeting to anyone?"The man laughed and threw down a second pouch of coins "The second part of your payment for comming good sir." he said "As for the torment, hell or the abyss as is the want for any sinner, whether they be you or me. You'd simply find your way there much sooner than I." he said leaning over with a smile.The guard laughed "Aye, aye, fare enough good sir, fair enough." he hefted the pouch twice testing it's wait before slipping it into his vest. "Now what sort of corrupt guard would I be if I didn't keep myself bound to the agreements of those who bribe me? I'd be dead by now for sure. So tell me what I'm getting paid so handsomely for and trust I'll keep silent about the task."</blockquote>

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