Act Of Attainder, 1463

[cruzazul 2815]

((legit the worst song but yolo))

 

The Trial of Lord Damien Basileus

 

In the grand Imperial city of Kaldonia, the streets were ripe with activity. Men and women of common and noble birth alike had gathered under the shadow of the shimmering Imperial Palace, forming a mass into a mob of restless onlookers in the courtyard; eager to watch the day’s proceedings unfold. Many of the more unruly peasants shouted and yelled anxiously, as the lingering impatience of the onlooking crowd grew.

However, soon, an eerie silence soon filled the courtyard. Two armored guards began to march through the courtyard towards the Imperial court, leading a disheveled, unshaven man between their gauntlet-clad figures. The procession parted the seething crowd of spectators, a couple of wayward peasants spewing venomous insults towards the prisoner with the bowed head.

 A surly, sullen-eyed man pushes his way through the crowd, chucking an overripe vegetable towards the man held in shackles between the two guardsman. “Traitor! Scum! Hang him!”

The tomato glances off a guardsman’s polished pauldron, bursting, and the unflinching guardsmen continue to escort the man into the court. In the court, a dismal beam of light passes through the stained glass image of a white rose; a symbol of the Imperium. The dreary light illuminates the judge’s bench, a man sitting expectantly upon it. He fixes his gaze on the prisoner as he enters, and is hastily prodded and led to the front of the courtroom, where he is lowered to sit.

 The stark sound of a gavel sounding thrice silences the courtroom. “All rise, for the August Duke Boris Carrion the Third, Justiciar of the Empire!” The procession in the courtroom sloppily rise to their feet. Lord Carrion rolls his eyes for a moment, before gesturing for the motley crowd of witnesses, onlookers, and opposing parties to sit once more.

 

"We begin the trial of Damien Basileus. As customary I will provide the charges brought forward to you, Lord Basileus. You are being charged with treason, aiding a direct enemy in wartimes, murdering men of Oren and the Imperial Army respectively, causing civil unrest, and the kidnapping of Orenian nobility."

 

The Justiciar clears his throat, momentarily looking towards the saddened Kaphrite making up a portion of the crowd before begin returning his glance towards the Lord.

 

"And now is time for you plea to the charges stated. It must be respectively in the limits of nolo contendere." (ie guilty, not guilty, no contest.)

 

Boris motions to the court to silence, looking to Damien for an answer.

 

 

Damien rises his shoulder to his cheek, wiping off a glob of spit from a discontent onlooker. He closes his eyes tiredly.

 

"I wish there were better words to say, my Prince. It would appear I saw in one instance, a moment where I knew what justice was; in the face of the terror in the face of my people. Justice here, in this hole, is the terror born of butchers. Your soldiers slaughter people who know the truth,, my Prince. You, our imperial Justice. And do you have a sense of it, hm? Is there truly justice in that bloodied heart."

 

"I'll not see many more days, but I'll know one thing; that Edmond the Dog and Rhys the Butcher, by the time the dust has settled, will be meeting me in those skies; if they are not successfully damned."

 

"So no, to contest your accusations would be foolish, and that is my plea. But I know what you want me to say, that I'm a rapist or something ludicrous such as that. No, tonight  I die. I plea guilty."

 

A thunderous gavel strike silences the raucous commotion after Damien’s heated confession. Lord Boris rises slowly from his seat, a contemplative expression crossing his features for a moment. Everyone in the courtroom goes silent, and their eyes befall the Lord Justiciar. Lord Boris clears his throat expectantly.

 “In light of Damien’s guilty plea, and by the power vested in me by the Empire of Oren and the Creator’s divine light, I, the August Duke Boris Carrion the Third, Justiciar of the Empire, hereby find you guilty of charges including treason, aiding and abetting the enemy, murdering men of Oren, causing civil unrest, and taking a lord captive. Lord Basileus will be put to death at once for his crimes, and the House Basileus stripped of its noble status, and reverted to peasantry.”

 The courtroom once more falls into turbulent outcry, and two guardsmen hustle through the courtroom, lifting the haggard Basileus to his feet. Amongst the fracas of the rampant onlookers, the prisoner is dragged to the cutting block, where Lord Boris stands, a longsword clutched tightly in his hands. The sword barrels down onto the late Lord, as it does, shrieks echo throughout the chopping room before silence again takes over.

 

((Just a heads up this was all done in PMs but I thought the public would like to see as they were present for the trial))

[Treshure 5817]

After the rattle of peasantry, the Wandering Knight chooses to lift his voice in question to the Justiciar.

 

"Your judgement, divine as it is, leaves Kaphro and it's people without a leader. Amongst them, House Basileus was a treasured one. How do you think it ought to be fixed to keep the peace, enforce good leadership, and establish a lasting governing body within Kaphro?"

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Proyce laRouge nodded his head in sullen approval.
He had so hoped that House Basileus would rise above its tarnished reputation.
He had so hoped Damien would not follow the same path his as his father.
He had so hoped that it would not come to this.
But justice, as beauty; is in the eye of the beholder.
And so he did behold.
"And so another page turns in the book of history."

[cruzazul 2815]

 

After the rattle of peasantry, the Wandering Knight chooses to lift his voice in question to the Justiciar.

 

"Your judgement, divine as it is, leaves Kaphro and it's people without a leader. Amongst them, House Basileus was a treasured one. How do you think it ought to be fixed to keep the peace, enforce good leadership, and establish a lasting governing body within Kaphro?"

 

The Justiciar, overhearing this question speaks in return to the hedge knight.

 

"That is a good question and one that has been discussed thoroughly withing Raev. We have a certain candidate of old Kaphro who was already in leadership within the barony who is interested in taking over the position of Maer within whatever new township they decide to create. He will have a council of peers to help govern this busy body to hopefully brighter days."

 

With that the Justiciar exits with a few of his guards, nodding to the rest of the crowd.

[firespirit44 1323]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.