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Post by Leytan on Jun 13, 2007 18:54:04 GMT
*Leytan sat in the waiting cell and looked at his fellow condemed. There were 2 men, one was a young lad and looked no more then 20 but was probaley younger Leytan guessed. The other was older about mid-30's and looked a real ruff character.*
*Then there was a young women, again Leytan put her age at mid-20's, She was blonde but her hair was dirty from prison life. She was visiabley upset and the younger man, who himself, didn't look to steady or relaxed with the situation was trying to comfort her.*
*Even though he himself was faceing death Leytan's sence of morality and honnor had not deserted him he to moved over and tried to console the young lady.*
*Through her sobs she told him her name was Sindy and that she was to hang because she was caught pick-poketing in the boundreis of Warlock 2 months ago. The young man was called Jake and his crime was to steel a sheep becuase his family was hungry.*
*Leytan didn't bother with the other man, he already knew what he was to hang for and felt that he deserved no less. The man was to hang for beating his wife to death.*
Sindy: What are they.........What's your crime sir?
*Sindy asked Leytan.*
"Oh I was part of a bounty kidnapp that went wrong the intended traget died and I was caught."
Jake: You look familer though have we met?
*Leytan shuck his head.*
"No but you've proabley heard of me, I'm called Leytan."
*Sindy gasped.*
Sindy: The Ice killer!!
Jake: Dragons blood, suppose you didn't real have much of a chance of reprieve did you.
*Leytan laughed* "No not really, but I don't fear death."
*Sindy began to sob again. Leytan put a hand on her shoulder.*
"It's all right Sindy. They ain't hung us yet, I may deserve the rope but you 2 don't."
"I'll get you out of this Trust me."
*Leytan said that more to reasure them and to convince himself that he was going to make another escape. The other man just lauged.*
"HA Even you can't escape this time half-breed."
*He sneered.*
"You'll be in hell with the rest of us in a couple of hours."
*Leytan shot the man a nasty look and returned to his own seat and tried despretly to think of a way out of this. But before long the sound of the key turning in the lock came and the prisoners were all taken out and put in the back of a horse drawn cart which set off towards the village square. In the distance Leytan could see the ominus sight of the gallows.*
*Leytan's thoughts tunred to Midnight he hoped he would at least get one last look at her before..........he shudered before he took that final plunge.*
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Post by Midnight on Jun 13, 2007 19:13:23 GMT
*Rhiannon was getting frustrated, she was pacing back and forth the front of the gallows. At first most had crowded around her trying to be as close as possible it seems to the gallows the only way clear was the road that obviously brought the prisoners to their final place. Though after a few glares and growls from her most had given her a little bit of space obviously some what nervous over what she would do i pushed too far. Her current attire admittedly did not help, the cloths were varying shades of Grey from smoke, ash and dirt still clinging to the cloth and her hair still falling around her face in a rather wild mane of dark hair. Though it was probably her eyes that scared them the most, the current hurt suppressed beneath worry and frustration and the never really quite hidden almost feral gleam in her eyes awarded her some space in the crowded square.*
*Time passed and more people gathered though the people at the front refused to move any closer and though as the minutes seemed to drag by when she finally heard the cart that contained the prisoners she thought that time had some how passed far too quickly. Her normally pale skin paled to a almost milky colour, *
It's time....
*She finally stopped pacing her feet now seeming to become frozen and rooted to the ground , her gaze stuck on the cart as she waited for Leytan to appear to be able to give a silent fare well.*
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Post by Leytan on Jun 13, 2007 23:55:30 GMT
*The cart trundled into view and got close and closer. Midnight could just about make out the occupents in the back and Leytan even in the group from a distance stood out, something kind of aura about him drew Midnight's eyes to him and identified him to her.*
*Soon the cart was level with the gallows and the prisoners were un-loaded. One by one.
and there charages read out to the crowd. First was the older man.*
"Kerbs Malstorm, sentec to hang for the wilfull murder of his wife."
*Next*
"Sindy Wallsing, to hang for pick-pocketing numuros towns people."
*Sindy looked neer to fainting.*
*Next*
"Jake Youngblood, Sented to hang for the theft of a Sheep."
*Finaly*
"Leytan, To hang for the murder of Sheik Kovax, the attempted kidnapp and false imprisonment of same individual, the murder of 3 of the shieks bodygaurds and the poisoning of 20 others."
*Leytan looked clamley out at the crowd and scaned thier faces, even though he was bound with his hands behind them he saw most of them shift back a few steps and try to avoid his gaze. He found some comfort in his ability to still intimidate by reputation alone even when he was faceing death. Then he saw her and he smiled at her and nodded.*
"Thank you Midnight."
*He mouthed to her silently and walked unasisted towards the noose and the hangman and his assistant, he locked eyes with the hangman but didn't realy pay atention to the assistant. and then again he turend and looke directly at Midnight.*
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Post by Coriolis on Jun 14, 2007 0:15:49 GMT
*... and another pair of eyes watches the Atlantean from deeper amongst the crowd. Coriolis had decided to go 'Old School' to watch Leytan hang by the neck until He was dead.*
*There was more satisfaction in KNOWING the rival who had defiled His home would be the only one with sharp enough eyes among the throng to see the trademark Wry Grin as the darkness descended upon him. The Watcher was dressed simply enough. Indeed, other than discarding the rotting fish costume of the previous day, He was in his usual robes and cowl. The greens and browns blending well with the drab colours of the proletariat. The cowled hood curled low over his head and partially hiding the stubbled face beneath...*
*The crowd themselves seemed in fine spirits for a hanging. Those toward the back feeling safe in their distance from the 'Ice Killer' and bartering with the Traders for ammunition and rotten vegetables to throw at the gallows...*
*Coriolis himself making a mental note to duck when the first missles were thrown...*
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Post by Midnight on Jun 14, 2007 0:29:29 GMT
*Rhiannon's gaze locked with Leytan's for several minutes before she turns her head slightly trying to look over the crowd as much as possible. This was no easy feat at her short stature of five foot one especially with several large built men coming to around six foot. At the back o her mind something was niggling away. Something trying to jump up and down and get her to pay attention to it now, for a moment she thought she could sense Coriolis but she shakes her head slightly and turns away bringing her attention back to Leytan. The brief scanning of the crowd bringing nothing new forth and the memories of seeing her brother fall washed over her a moment.*
*He's dead , accept it, live with it and stop imagining things, you'll drive yourself crazy.
*She quietly mutters to herself , unheard by any due to the growing noise of the crowds letting out jeers, comments and shouts at those awaiting the squeeze of the rope.*
*Her eyes narrowed as her attention and gaze came back to Leytan properly once again and she nods her head slightly and slowly, her head only really dipping just a inch or so.*
May your soul find peace.
*She soundlessly mouths back, her attention kept on him though her hearing was keeping track of the various noises around them in case there was trouble. She had like her brother also noticed what the people were buying and realized she was just as likely to end up covered in rotten fruit and vegetables as the prisoners were but then so was half the crowd at the front. A very small price to pay for the last gift she would be able to give Leytan.*
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Post by Leytan on Jun 14, 2007 0:44:21 GMT
*Leytan smiled at Midnight again and mouthe back silently.*
"Ebirah Willing it will."
*Just the Leytan caught sight of Coriolis in the crowed. He rolled his eyes. and looked directly at Coriolis. Then he had to laugh a little. Then after noticing Midnight was distracted and unable to see him he mouthed unsure weather Coriolis could see him or not but hopeing he could.*
"I Win. the location die's with me."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 14, 2007 15:12:59 GMT
This is lunacy, thought Wren, as he watched Leytan ascend the wooden stairs towards him. Lunacy and madness. If I pull this off, it will be nothing short of the will of the Higher Ones.
Leytan caught the glare of the hangman, but thankfully gave him the miss. One man in a black hood and hangman's attire looked the same as any other. He relaxed, not knowing if he could handle him being recognised before he intended it to be so. But then he remembered what was to come, and tensed up again. Everything depended on the space of a few seconds. One mistake and it would all be for naught.
'Gettin' squemish, lad?' asked the hangman, with a faint sneer on his face. Wren almost panicked. For a brief second, he thought he had been rumbled. Then his mind caught up with his ears.
'Ah... no, Master' he assured, trying to keep his voice discreet. An idea struck him. 'It's just... I think I've measured the length of the noose incorrectly. Can I quickly...?'
He beckoned towards the noose, making a gesture indicating he wished to tighten it.
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Post by Leytan on Jun 14, 2007 18:46:34 GMT
*Leytan stood paciently as the Hangman put the nooses around the necks of the other 3 condemed. He noticed the assistant fidiling with his own noose and looked st him.*
"Try not to botch this would you. I preffer it when things run smothely."
*He said sarcasticly to the assistant. He then tried to catch the assistant eyes so he could look him in the eye one time. He managed it and for a second seemed confused but that moment passed quickly. He shrugged his shoulders and turned and looked back at Midnight.*
*Makeing sure the hangman wasn't watching he mouthed silently to her.*
"Mabye not yet after all."
*Then Leytan once more looked towards Coriolis and his trademark sinister smile apperd on his lips and a hint of triumph in his eyes. Just then the hangman retunred usherd Leytan back on to the trap door and put the black hood over his head and fasned the noose around his neck.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 14, 2007 19:26:36 GMT
"Try not to botch this, would you? I prefer it when things run smoothly."
Wren witheld the sudden urge to roll his eyes. Even when he was facing death, the man couldn't resist being jocular. He was half expecting him to say 'I've got better things to do this day' next.
'Don't worry. You'll be on your way, soon enough.'
The condemned man turned, and for a brief second their eyes met. Wren's heart raced. Oh gods, he's seen me. Don't react, don't do anything you idiot...
Almost as if his thoughts had been screamed to the world, Leytan shrugged and faced forward again. It looked like he was looking at something specifically. Out of the corner of his eye, Wren attempted to follow his line of view, and thought he could pick out a young woman who looked genuinly sorrowful. Odd...
He quickly made whatever faux adjustements he had to do, and stepped back next to the executioner.
'He say sommat to you?' he asked, this time curious.
'Some idle defiance' Wren sighed, brushing it off. 'I've heard better last words. Let's hope he comes up with them, eh?'
Gods. So this was what they meant by gallow's humour. It was disturbingly catchy.
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Post by Coriolis on Jun 14, 2007 19:30:18 GMT
*Coriolis could see him alright and a pang of guilt caught him for a moment that He would indeed lose the chance to recover what had been stolen from His people... To the hells with it though, the one they had had been stolen from, old Kaylo himself, had long since ceased to be. To have the thief stretched beyond any physical limit would be justice enough...*
*Something was nagging at the back of his mind, the stone around his neck glowing a soft green amongst the robes. Rhiannon must be around here somewhere. Probably trying not to shed a tear or get involved in the pleas of the others upon the stand. Leytan had centrestage on what was turning into quite the show. The guardwatch had seemingly been busy in the last few weeks...*
*... But what was with the hold up? Everything and everyone was in their places so let's get on with it. With an inward sigh, He saw the young executioners apprentice getting himself into a right muddle with the rope and it's knots. Seems you just couldn't get the staff these days...*
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Post by Midnight on Jun 14, 2007 20:10:59 GMT
*Mean while Rhiannon was finding herself confused but for different reasons to the other some what. Time was seeming to slow down it was almost becoming excruciating to her. Her heart beating fast in her chest and loudly sounding a a drum beat in her ears almost drowning out the sounds around her. Her gaze remaining on Leytan before looking back as she tries to figure out who in the crowd had caught his attention especially with the words he had mouthed but again being of small stature prevented her actually seeing beyond the middle of the crowd clearly.*
*She turned her head back to Leytan just in time to see the apprentice fumbling with the rope and catching him possibly looking in her direction but she couldn't be sure. Perhaps this was his first time and he was nervous or perhaps it was one of the people behind her she couldn't be sure. She unlike Leytan and Coriolis was not aware of anyone other than Leytan being here. Though the niggling sensation at the back of her mind was becoming stronger trying to catch her attention again but she ignored it as she almost willed the apprentice to hurry up rather than prolong it. *
*And then she really was starting to get confused at the final words Leytan mouthed to her, had he gone crazy? There was no way he was going to be able to get out of this.*
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Post by Leytan on Jun 22, 2007 17:56:33 GMT
*Leytan stood stock still on the Trapdoor he could no longer see either Midnight, Coriolis or The Mysterious Assistant due to the black hood over his head. But he could sence them around him. Espechialy Midnight.*
*He felt the noose being put around his neck and tightned. He tiltied his head slightly to the right and forward. He did this for 2 ressons.*
*First if what he thought was about to take place was indeed he wanted the line of shot to be as clear as possible secondly if he was wrong or it failed at this angle his neck would break instantly and it would be over quick.*
*Leytan could hear the muffuled sounds of the preacher giveing the last rights to the final member of the condemed quinteat and knew he had but moments to go. He heald his breath and waited for the outcome what ever it may be.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jun 24, 2007 19:50:14 GMT
[OOC: Continued from Warlock, Stock and Barrels. I would be upset to think that anyone was worried about me sending YG to Warlock with the intention of disrupting this storyline, and whatever plans have been made. I wouldn't dream of it. He will simply be a passive observer (unless you wish him to be more involved than that...).] *While Owen is off looking for the Bodkin Brothers to arrange a meeting with them, YG has been drawn to the town square. He is unsettled by the number of people who are eager to forsake work or sleep so they can stand around and watch other people being killed. He can hear the sound of men profiting from rotten food - and that, to YG, says it all. Seeing Leytan in the flesh is an anti-climax for YG. Maybe because he finds Leytan's face inscrutable. Or perhaps it is because the situation strikes YG as unreal. Is Leytan really about to die? All the things he's done, all the things he's got away with: would he really let a piece of rope and the so-called justice system stop him from doing any more? Eyeing the gallows, YG recalls an ogrish proverb: 'It isn't dead until its head's bashed in.' Stupid really - most ogres are quite happy to eat something while it's still alive. But applying the proverb to this situation, YG wonders whether Leytan's unfathomable superhuman physiology will give him a way of faking death - semi-hibernation, perhaps? Can Winterians do that? - and surviving the noose. Maybe it's subconscious wishful thinking, but YG can't accept that Leytan will die this day. And that is why his attention is more focused on the other prisoners. Malstorm deserves his rope necklace, and YG can see no remorse in his face. To be lucky enough to have a lover who will join you in marriage, and to want to do that to her, and then to do it... so very vile. If a town has the wherewithal and competence to execute a rotter like that, why, YG wonders, are the sods giving the exact same punishment to man who stole a sheep? YG looks at Jake Youngblood, the pallor of his eyes and skin, and it is as if he is already dead. And then there is the girl, Sindy. Maybe it is her vulnerability, her sheer unattainability, but YG is attracted to her. He imagines raising a cloth to her cheek, to ever-so-gently wipe away her tears; for to touch her directly, bare-handed, would be wrong. Much as she is trying to be as Stoic as she is beautiful, she is quivering - or shivering. YG blames this on Leytan's Winterian aura, the temperature drop he causes by his mere presence, and is annoyed at this attack on Sindy's dying dignity. But from what he has heard, Leytan would never intentionally harm a woman in Sindy's position. This is Warlock's fault. Repugnant cesspit. *YG's wishful thinking becomes rather less subconscious. Survive, Leytan. Please survive, and put this foul town to rights.* |
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 24, 2007 22:49:05 GMT
The last rights now finished, the executioner steps forward. With the barest hint of a movement, Wren slipped a hand inside his tunic and feels the cold yet comforting object concealed inside between his fingers. It takes all of his skill and every fibre he can muster to maintain his calm facade, to not cave into the pressure of the moment and launch into a frenzy of whirling violence.
Useless, sneered a voice only he could hear. Look upon the dregs of humanity, Skarkill. Ill educated gutter trash, not even worthy to lick your boots. He can't even protect that which he considers most important to him! Quite honestly it makes me despair...
He clenches his teeth and grips the handle of the dagger tighter, refusing to acknowledge the barbed tongued demons stirring from the pits of his memory. It takes all of his willpower to remain conscious of the events taking place around him.
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Post by Leytan on Jun 25, 2007 15:07:05 GMT
*Warlock's Justice of The Peace Julian Ferris, The man who had "caught" Leytan and The Honourable Horrachio Thompson-Smyth Warlockâs "Hanging Judge" the man who had passed sentence on all the condemned, stepped forward from the front of the crowd.*
* Ferris raised his right hand as the first signal and the executioner grasped the leaver situated behind Leytan's trapdoor.*
*Leytan sensed the movement and tensed for a second and then quickly relaxed he knew he had to be limber if his idea for escape was to work, he hoped he's judged the distance right.*
*Then Ferris dropped his hand and The Executioner pulled the leaver....................*
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