Butchery In Kaphro

[Malaise 1570]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1cKfz_QFSU

 

The Kaphrites were given a choice; A merciful one.

 

Slay the Sariants they had permitted to enter their tavern, or be slain themselves. Charles Theruvore conjured up a wise thought when confronted with these terms by Lord Briarwood and Mathus of Cintran.

 

"Why don't we talk about this?"  The Basileus solider spoke.

 

Mathus, with a keen eye, saw through the soldier's trick. The Sariants intended to escape as the Kaphrite discussed the survival of the Teutonic dogs!

 

Alas, it was too late. The Sariant had escaped, and ran back to Hansetia without care for the people they'd just doomed.

 

And so the order was given.

 

"Put any Sariant supportin' ***** in town to the blade."

 

That of course implied anything and anyone sporting the crescent moon.

 

Butchery ensued. All of the Sariant friends slain, the Kaphro tavern was put to the torch.

 

Numerous signs were left in tow.

 

KAEDRENI JUSTICE.

 

 

 

[Malaise 1570]

"Also Mathus of Cintran is now Mathus of Cintran, Butcher of Kaphro," Says man of Kaedrin.

[Knox213 10]

"Before you put a town to the sword, you should at least consult with their lieging lord." States Dedrick, who isn't very happy with the events which unfolded from Mathus of Cintran.

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

"There's like three specs of fire, needs more fire !!" says peasant.

[Knox213 10]

Dedrick slaps peasant!!!

[cruzazul 2815]

Boris Carrion upon return from his wench filled vacation is confused and wasn't notified at all about the attack on his vassal.

[Malaise 1570]

Rhys Roy-Ruben Antony Briarwood enacted the attack on a select few of the Kaphro guard. Sariant supporters have been removed. Kaphro is now clean.

[Malaise 1570]

"There's like three specs of fire, needs more fire !!" says peasant.

Rhys Roy-Ruben Antony Briarwood was not offered Skygod assistance this night.

[wealthypiano 394]

The butcher of Kaphro strolls along the road, rubbing the fresh pair of elven ears which now were worn on the string necklace which his father had given him at a young age. He hums the Kaedreni national anthem with a large jump in his step. This was the work of his father, and his father before him.

 

Kaedreni justice had been delivered, or at least, in his eyes.

[Jchizz 115]

A random man, of no citizenship to Kaphro or sporting any sort of crescent moon on his person, limps away from the town. Two arrow wounds, one in his arm and the other in his hip, look to have been partially healed, perhaps the process having been sped up somehow. He scowls, a certain bow missing from its sling on his back.

 

"... Bastards killed'a vithin' kid."

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

Katari, who showed up towards the end, spits on the ground as he hears of this 'Justice'. "You traumatized the young Carrion girl, killed a child along with a few of the citizens who had nothing to do with it. Yes, this is /justice/. Ave Oren."

[Andartus Orvar 20]

Andartus Orvar returned from a foraging expedition with his brother to a scene of chaos. Flames licked ever upwards from the tavern in the center of the town, and citizens were sprinting to and fro, driven wild with panic. Dropping the swine he had felled on his trip, he took to the blaze with bucket and blanket, beating the flames as best he could. He did not hear of the vents that had taken place until long after the fire had been successfully curtailed, and at that point, he retreated to his Clan-house to confer with the other members of his family on the actions of the night.

[Cjmate 1270]

Edward, the town beggar, shakes his head in dismay at the scene. He speaks, teeth broken from the fight, "They done went and attacked Lorina, the granddaughter of Emperor Siegmund. Ain't no respect fer people anymore. Not one lick. Common bandits they are! Their commander must not discipline them."

[Galendar 631]

As the word reached him within Castle Bealcrest, he already knew what was needing to be done. Merek Cross stood from the table in the mess hall and began his preparations.

[Noer 577]

Asgoslav Grins, hearing the screaming sodomites flee in terror from their only slightly burnt tavern.