Da No Hand Man

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Insurgents. Insurgents. Rivals. Mutiny. That was all the Empire had become. A boon for war mongering scum, and the antithesis of a civilized nation.

 

Never has the House of Keen experienced an assailant, so foolish and froward, than on this dark day. For, on such a day, an assailant, donned in armor belonging to the Prince Peter, swung a blade upon the Baroness of Ames.

 

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"You will be repaid for your cooperation. Your life shall be spared." 

 

'"I need hands.. How else am I going to make milk of yak?"

 

Sir Augustin moved then to remove from Sir Rorislav's right hand any armor which it bore, then gripping his shackles, and holding his hands out in front of him. He nodded to Elijah.

 

"You may keep your left hand."

 

"My Lord. Do you wish to do the honors?"

 

"Indeed." He spoke, unsheathing his sword once more from its scabbard. He stepped forward, narrowing his gaze upon the assailant.

 

Sir Rorislov gritted his teeth, in anticipation of what was to come.

 

Elijah Keen rose his sword over his head. "With his hand, you have sinned gravely." He then brought it down cleanly upon Rorislov's right wrist. The swiftness and nature of the move ensured precision, indicitive of experience. "Never again."

 

Sir Rorislav roared out in pain as the hand fell off his arm, his remaining hand grabbing at the cleaved wrist.

 

Sir Augustin released the shackles once the Baron's blade fell - they weren't going to stay on his right arm at this point, anyway. The Knight stepped swiftly towards the fireplace, and took hold of a metal shovel used to scoop ashes out of the fireplace. Placing it directly into the flames, he stood several seconds waiting for it to heat up, thereupon, placing it against Sir Rorislov's wrist.

 

The deed was done.

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The Duke of Azor comforted his ailing daughter within the Duchy of Azor, her wounds grievous and treated despite the innocence of the woman. "My own daughter...." was all the man could speak. Whatever fate befell Sir Rorislav was just, though Joseph d'Azor sought the mans head.