OOC:
Even if I can roll things that effect me, I generally shy away from that sort of thing unless I'm trying to rush things along so that we can reach a seen wherein everyone is able to take part.
In this case, the scene in question has no major effect on the continuum of the game. It doesn't matter if there's hope for Erik's hand, because if it is able to heal it likely won't be available for a while anyways -- and even then without some kind of permanent negative modifier, because there's no way in hell that kind of injury could ever recover all the way.
Taric, you're probably well enough to get up and move around a little bit a few days after the battle.
Filius, that's fine. However there are probably special rules pertaining to adventurers (and PC adventurers are a lot more interesting than NPC ones) so I'll let Iituem handle how that goes down.
E: Knave, I think that Iituem may actually be considering something along those lines, if a previous post of his here is any indication, and it's an idea that I whole-heartedly support because I'm a lazy fuck and it's pretty clear that Iituem is a tad overwhelmed whenever I'm not pulling my weight.
I lied, response to battle strategy-related posts will be in a post a few minutes after this. Too much in one post at the moment. If you wanted to say something in regards to that, you still have time.
E: If I missed a response, make me aware of it before that post so I can get on that stuff please.
(Pompulion 2) You drop to all fours and begin to stumble across the cold, hard ground. After about an hour of doing this, nothing has come after you yet. Either you don't look like all that tasty of a snack, or you're a bad actor.
(Silas 6) You quickly duck into a random side-room just as one of the cooks exits the kitchen with a pile of dirty dishes. That was a close one.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you quietly close the door behind you and look around -- It would appear that you've stepped into a bedroom of some sort. As you examine the area, a voice can be heard from the door behind you (which is the only way out) as the handle slowly turns "Hm...that's odd, I thought I locked my door..."
During Locanil's Meeting...The King idly read through the letter once more as Locahil bowed, holding the slip of paper between the fingers of his good hand. After a long moment, he looked up from the paper to the lizard-like humanoid before him.
"I will have no further dabbling with demons, regardless of what name you may call them," his voice was harsh and unsympathetic at he spoke, after a brief pause of seeming deliberation he continued,
"However, you are welcome to record the events that take place in this Kingdom. No only that should you step out of line for even a moment, you shall be slain. These guards will provide you with a decent room."As he concluded, he stressed the 'decent' and waved the Hatcuri and the guards off with the letter that he had been given. It was not until the guards nearly had the Chronicler out the door of the room and into the servant's hallway, where the Hatcuri would no doubt have a room of his own that the King called out once more:
"Locanil. You will report to me tomorrow afternoon with any information you may have on these areas where magic cannot function. I have plans for such things."At the Trial of Kaguro...The King looked over the faces of his advisors, and let out a long, exasperated sigh, unwittingly bringing up his hand to run the bandaged fingers through his crimson hair. Looking to the Grand Master, he did his best to smile.
"I thank you for your words of wisdom, Grand Master. I have known of the General since we were but lads, though he and I did not come to know each other as friends until after my father passed. Nevertheless, the news of his...betrayal to my kin...has been hard to bear, and I fear my judgment is clouded in this matter."With that, he slowly stood and moved to exit the strategy room.
Moments later, Kaguro, Erika, and Trubaldsome had been summoned to the court room. Courtiers had quickly filled the available space as soon as news that a deliberation would be made had reached them. As the King and his advisors entered the room, the buzz of rumors slowly faded into nothingness. Standing before the crowd and the legal combatants, the King placed his ruined hand atop the pommel of the weapon that now hung uselessly at his waist and began to speak in a booming voice:
"It is in my firm belief that the General's...crime...was the result of mistaken amorous advances. Never would a man inclined to such ill behavior reach the rank he had under my father, and he certainly would not have progressed so under my rule. As such, General Kaguro shall be punished with thirty lashes. Further, so that his assault shall be seen in the correct light in the eyes of God, he shall provide for my dear Cousin as a loving husband." He paused a moment, then, and his eyes were trained only on Erika as he worked to judge her reaction.
In that moment of brief pause, the courtroom became filled with the roar of gossip and small-talk once more. Raising his good hand, the King signaled for several of his guards to bang the butts of their spears on the floor and silence was had once more.
"However, crimes were still wrought by many in my absence. For the crime of attempting to assassinate a visiting Lord in my own halls, General Kaguro shall receive ten more lashes, and must pay the injured party of a sum of 1 Ducat within a year's time. Lord Trubaldsome, for the crimes of unlawfully arresting citizens and the crime of attempting to silence a messenger in service to the Crown shall be punished with no more than twenty lashes. As well, he shall pay a fine of 1 Ducat to the Crown within a year's time."With that, the King lowered his hand and turned to exit the room, his royal blue cloak sweeping behind him as he went.
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