The air seemed unnaturally chilled as the elf stalked through the rapidly darkening streets of Arabel. Looking up a moment, the evening’s first stars glimmered brightly overhead. Some distant part of his mind seemed to think it would be a beautiful night. Pushing all such thoughts aside, he continued on.
Looming up before him rose the towers and battlements of the citadel, the sharp crack of the sentries boots upon stone drifted out over the city. The elf’s eyes took in the scene, a slight sneer playing across his lips as the small gnome standing before the citadel's gates came into view. He really doesn’t know I’m the whole reason this is happening, does he?
Aravilar looked over the gnome slowly with a blank expression. I’m staring at a dead gnome…
The thought struck him as rather amusing in a strange twisted way, sub consciously he scratched his palm.
Footfalls echoed throughout the corridors as Aravilar led the accused to where his trial would take place. The door seemed unusually heavy as he swung it open leading the gnome towards the large cage “Get inside……now, don’t make me call the guards”
Aravilar sat down in the large chair, facing the room and its occupants and the absurdity and hopelessness of the gnome’s situation struck him. Nothing he could possibly say matters, in the slightest.
The fact that the judge had made up his mind before the trial had even started, again struck him as rather ironic.
“I’ve heard enough of this!” After hours of listening to the gnome trying to manipulate the truth spells through half truths and evasions Aravilar had heard more then he was willing to listen to. Rising slowly he walked forward regarding the cage and its occupant. He spoke slowly, his voice hard “Enough of this…I’ve heard all I need to, Gorash…for your crimes of treason and espionage, for plotting against the good of the realm I Aravilar Amalith, high mage of arabel….in the name of our Lord Regent Alusair and Lord Myrmeen Lhal….hear-by pronounce you guilty of your crimes against the land…punishment will be death”
The words had been said, stated for all to hear, the gnomes fate had been sealed, an almost palpable sense of weight seemed to settle on Aravilar's shoulders, he knew what was to come. “I once trusted this man, perhaps even called him friend, well as much of a friend as a gnome could be.” The weave called out to him as he watched the final futile arguments and gestures, a slight tingling throughout his body, and for just a moment he lost himself in the sensation, snapping his mind back to the present, the words and gestures of the spell burned through his mind like fire, a perverse sense of anticipation mounting.
Ignoring the multitude of voices and conversations Aravilar leveled a arm towards the gnome, his voice, crisp, cold….devoid of emotion “Now by the power given to me by Lord Myrmeen, for Truth and Justice….Gorash, I hear-by set you free!” Tendrils of black-red energy twisted up and down his out stretched arm as he chanted softly the words of power. Finishing the incantation, he called out to Gorash for the last time, his voice echoing through out the chamber, as a pulse of red light burst to life from his finger tips... “Die, traitor”
Dead Gnome Walking
Dead Gnome Walking
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<eadm-solgen-sem> omg spidar die
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<eadm-solgen-sem> I win
<eadm-solgen-sem> omg spidar die
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<eadm-solgen-sem> I win
Damnit, Gorash was to be MY plaything! 
Good narrative though, and a thumbs up to Zorkin for a great character, keep 'em stories coming.
Good narrative though, and a thumbs up to Zorkin for a great character, keep 'em stories coming.
<GF|sleep> I'm just glad that now when I get diabetes from drinking the sweet, sweet tears of republicans I can go to a doctor ;o
<spiderjones> Actually every sink except the kitchen one is horribly clogged and shoots out blood and sometimes excrement
<spiderjones> Actually every sink except the kitchen one is horribly clogged and shoots out blood and sometimes excrement