Warrant for the Detention of Rhaezaiil Doomforged

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Warrant of Detention

 

This warrant hereby calls for the capture and detention of Rhaezaiil Doomforged for suspicion of aiding and abetting a known heretic and Azdrazi Sympathiser.

 

This document hereby authorizes all Legal Agents of Urguan, including Magistrates and Investigators of the High Court, Legionaries of Urguan, and the forces of any of the Grand Kingdom’s  Vassals to legally capture Rhaezaiil Doomforged and return him to Urguan for questioning and trial.

 

Rhaezaiil Doomforged is encouraged to turn himself in willingly, and will be received more favorably if he complies with this warrant.

 

Rhaezaiil Doomforged is to be brought in ALIVE. The captor of the criminal shall receive 100 minek in compensation for their efforts.

 

Authorized in the 80th year of the Second Age.

 

Lord Justicar of the High Courts of Urguan, 

Rikkin of Clan Irongut,  Lordak’ur’Aurokaraad,

Prelate of Ogradhad, Master Remembrancer,

Eye of Ogradhad,  

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"hmph." Glod would shake his head. Even dwarves could not be saved from the corruption.

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          The Doomforged, Rhaezaiil, squinted as he attempted to digest and comprehend the warrant.  The brash cry was apparent and made clear as day.  Such a wronging upon The King's Hand would be met in return harshly, he thought to himself.  

 

If the Lord Justiciar sought to be cordial with his peer and fellow Lord and requested a court summons, Rhaezaiil would have been there before the clock struck the time.  Though, this 'warrant' is blatant disrespect to himself and his Clan, for defaming him only further burdens his family with the sins of a forefather.

 

Rhaezaiil sighed, but thereafter soon chuckled tiredly as he was met with the realization that The High Prophet and His faithful to The Pantheon did not sign off upon the labeling and utilization of the term, 'Heretic'.  He paused for a moment and began to write title his grudge upon the would-be lord, Falk.  

 

-=X=-

 

He dreamt of ripping the beard from Falk's flesh that night.  Sanguine and crimson was the blood that splattered so vividly.  A bellowing Rhaezaiil reveled in celebration with the beard clutched within his grasp.

 

He awoke.  He smiled.