Ravens circled around the Kaldonian Palace as the Colin lords stood trial. Hunched over on the throne, the Lord Justicar berated Adarin for his supposed crimes. Incest, adoption, and abandoning of Imperial succession among other things, but all Adarin could do was swallow his pride. When Adarin’s two precious boys were brought, Charlie and Sansa, things looked grim. But he knew the Colin blood in his boys would not let them be subdued easily. Valiantly, Charlie Colin punched Duracell Othaman across the face, giving Sansa time to flee.
“At least one will survive.” though Adarin, knowing his fate at the hands of the mustache-twirling Justicar Lothar; but as Sansa jumped from the Palace, he managed to trip upon the scaffolding and break her legs. The guards surrounded both of them and all three were sentenced to hang like tapestry.
Adarin walked to his death with dignity. Some of these crimes were true; but did they warrant death? Did they warrant the lives of his boys, his family, his namesake? As he was shoved into the post by Imperial Guardsmen, Adarin was given his last words.
“Ave Chivay. Ave Humanity”
As the scratchy noose wrapped itself around the thirty-eight year old lord, his last thoughts were of his family. Ambris. Mistmont Keep. His lovely wife. All these notions flooded through his mind, before he plummeted and a loud snap rang out through the air. He did not die with peace, though, as his last sight was his son Sansa crawling away in a delirious fit of seeing miraculous dragons come to their aid before being decapitated, and his brother Charlie fighting back tears at the sight of his proud lord father, the truest noble of the realm, Adarin Colin, hang.
((OOC: I think I had a good run with this character, I did a lot of fun things with my friends and even during his death and trial I had fun, now its time for me to start anew...maybe I might return to the house scene or maybe I’ll just be a peasant.))
((Also thank the CrackerJack for writing this for me))