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The eye of Horen sees it all.

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"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: The royal detectives, who investigate crime, and the High Justiciar, who prosecutes the offenders. These are their stories." Aleksandr var Ruthern narrates.

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Maric var Ruthern bobs his head at his daughter's missive. "Any luck catching them body-snatchers then?"

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"Youse can't trust anyones in Providence anymore!" Abraham gasped, rubbing his eyes. "Grandpa's body is missing too! I hope t'ey find the corpse.. everyone should get a proper burial.. I hope t'ey don't disrespect t'a body.." 

 

The child bit his nails quietly, worried for the deceased Pontiff.

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3 minutes ago, GMRO said:

Maric var Ruthern bobs his head at his daughter's missive. "Any luck catching them body-snatchers then?"

 

Aleksandr var Ruthern turns to his uncle. "It's just the one body-snatcher actually!"

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"How do you even walk out of a city carrying a body without being stopped? Ridiculous..." Flemius shook his head, pondering if he could collect the bounty!

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A certain lord, whose title were of little renown, made haste to pen a letter to the supposed thief, scribbling furiously upon the sodden parchment with a ghoulish hand. The lord then handed it to a short scribe, shrouded in onyx garments, who was made to send it off to the burglar with haste. 

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Sitting along in a dimly lit room, the only thing producing any light was the glowing wick of a candle, illuminating the top of the notice that was delivered to him - Dark Dael - via his usual messenger boy. The tips of his gloved fingers quietly traced a few very specific letters, his teeth scraping against the inside of his cheek. 

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The burglar read off the charges with a profuse sniff, nose twitching side to side, gazing over the additional charges. She would then read them not once, nor twice, but thrice and gasp. Some of these charges are poppycock!”

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Vladrick Bishop Pocitanata Maika would shake his head still dumbfounded over the fact that the High Pontiff's body was stolen from the Holy see in the Middle of the Orenian Capital 

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Rha'kir remembers how this individual almost murdered an expedition member. "Oh dear"

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Ivarus Archbishop Henrikev would read over the missive, signing the Hussariyan cross over himself. "Forgive her heavenly Father, for this young lady does not know what she did."

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