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A mage is made an example of, for the public of Rynmere.

The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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The shouting and the jostling.

The protesting and the crackling fire.

Sarah struggled as the flames rose to meet her hungrily, but Caius didn't see it, didn't need to, didn't want to. As much as he wanted to keep people safe, as much as he couldn't even comprehend the fate the young mage was to suffer, he also couldn't comprehend why any of those in the crowd would really want to be here, to see this, for even in Cylus, this wasn't light in the darkness and the flames chilled him in ways the temperatures no longer could. Thus far, the example the King had wanted to set, the statement the Lord Inquisitor had wanted to make—the painting of mages as evil and worthy of punishment by death—was clearly working in their favor. The problem was, how much longer could everyone fuck it up before someone noticed?

The young Gawyne heard the crowd sway their response from cries of murder to cries for mercy and he was unfortunately not surprised, caught up in the commotion as things fell apart behind him. Of course her death was disgusting. Of course the crowd was shocked, horrified. They should be. But those who'd been there in Vhalar knew better. Those who'd seen the cobblestones red with innocent blood, scorched by magical explosions knew that justice would be served with or without their permission. If it could even be called justice. Even the Lord Arbiter himself wasn't entirely sure if it was a fair judgement he was dispensing, no matter how seared into his thoughts the extent of magic's evil had been.

He'd made it to the guards and the dark-haired man who'd touched Sarah's mother, who'd knocked a Knight over with a mere touch. Caius glanced him over as the young man submitted, afraid. Hardly the calloused, murderous Seekers who'd laid waste to common folk without a second thought,

"Get him inside. Find Sarah's mother and get her inside, too. Don't hurt him—we don't know what he's capable of yet, damn it." He repeated, louder this time above the noise of confusion and mixed emotions, above his pulse racing in his ears, blinking as the bitter wind he couldn't feel shifted and the smell of burning mortal flesh and the sounds of a young woman's agony flooded his senses for a moment. How desperate Caius was to remind himself of how the same scents and screeches had been from those without a Spark just barely over a season ago, as if that memory made this moment any better.

"Lord Arbiter, ser—" A voice from behind him growled, mailed hand snatching for his shoulder.

Hissing, the young Gawyne turned, grip tightening on his saber, opening his mouth to ask what was happening now, but he saw it, over the ruddy glow cast from the Moseke Knight's intricately engraved pauldron, catching the last moments of the man he'd conscripted to the Order's service because he'd breathed familiar names toss himself away from the flames and onto the cobblestones. The grave robber—Narav. He had a reason to hate mages, apparently, but was this a warped sense of revenge, an even more warped decision for mercy, or something twisted by the mage herself?

For Fate's sake.

There was no time to make that decision, for in the span of a few heartbeats, Narav had gone and stabbed the fucking mage.

She was an Empath, after all.

"Your man, my Lord, he's—"

"Mine?" Caius bristled, irises darkening, "That mage dying up there's an Empath, not that I expect you to know what that sarding means. It could be any one of you angry and waving a weapon had she met your eyes. Get him away from the crowd and the fire and inside. In a cell if it makes you happy. I'll deal with him later. Make it look like an official decision—for the Kingdom and all that. The crowd got the mercy they wanted and we made sure that one's dead. Now."

Shrugging off the gauntleted hand with a cloud of angry breath, the northern noble turned and followed the Purifiers and Hart into the Courthouse's holding cells, an unspoken rage burning inside the cavity of his chest like the flames that licked higher, consuming flesh. One more poor choice in a succession of horrible choices, and he'd have to answer for all of them, either in this life or the next.

Caius longed to feel more strongly the sway of conviction, the comforting weight of confidence in the decisions made against magic and mages. He longed for the firm touch of truth in knowing that this was for the greater good, that those with spark-twisted souls were incapable of anything but deception and evil, no matter how young their faces or how loud their cries in the grip of a painful death. He longed to untangle his insatiable need to see both sides from his emotions, to be able to see but not to feel, to judge without regret. Instead, he worried that there was no right answer, no clear path, no definitive direction that this decision could bring the Kingdom other than into the wind like ashes, divisive and chaotic as things were going.

Seven have mercy—were there mages in the Eternal Kingdom?

With one more glance at the crowd, Caius sheathed his weapon and disappeared into the Courthouse, hoping that someone had found DuKette and that whoever their dark-haired captive was, he wasn't another fucking mage.
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Side thread for Hart (and Plague, plzkthnx) here. Whatever happens in the Pyre thread after this, Caius is out. For better or for worse there. Hahaha.
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She nearly loosed the arrow, watching as the hooded figure slunk away, but others came to help Oliver. Still, for all her duty here, every part of her called to her lover down in the crowd, watching as others came to his assistance. Charlie's breath was coming sharper now, in short huffs, her body desperate for air. It seemed her lungs were being squeezed slowly closed in the cold air, from fear and ice.

"Sergeant!" The Airman sounded panicked. With a curse, she turned, dropping her bow. The Airman was focused on the pyre, and Charlie saw a man fly backwards, a dagger in the burning woman's heart. "Fuck," she breathed under her breath. Even up here, the smell of burning flesh curled through the air, wafting into her nose. Mercy, the crowd called, and how Charlie wanted to give it to the woman. A well placed arrow would end her suffering. But she couldn't do it. She had to show the people of Rynmere the Crown was united in their decision.

But gods, the screams.

"Ignore the mage," Charlie spat, again nocking her arrow. "She'll die either way." She saw Caius disappear inside, and she sighed in relief. That was one less person she needed to worry about. Again, she looked for Oliver, but in the clamoring crowd she could not make out where he was. "The protestors are the problem. They'll turn this into a bloodbath if they keep this up." Her heart felt heavy as she gave the order.

"Shoot down into the crowd. Towards the pyre. Minimal losses are acceptable if we can end this here and now."

A good Sergeant would lead. A good Sergeant would make the first move. Charlie drew the bow taut, and with a brief prayer to the Seven, loosed it down into the roiling crowd. She watched in morbid fascination, in a way that seemed to defy time, the arrow arcing slowly down into the crowd. Near the base of the pyre, it found its mark in a protestor's shoulder. The woman - or man, she could not tell, not with everyone cloaked against the cold - screamed and fell, and for a moment it seemed as if everyone paused and turned, looking to the roof tops.

"Again!" she cried, and the barrage of arrows began.
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Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!

The chant continued. Louder and louder, as though by sheer volume alone they could take back what had already been done. Sara’s screams were beyond thought. Beyond sensation. She was no longer in her own mind, mad with agony. The link between herself and Narav burned bright, twined and threaded in the moment. He felt it, not the pain, but the emotional and mental ravishing that it wrought. It gripped him, burned him, flames without flame. Madness within agony. It would destroy him, this link, this utter chaos. Turn his brain to so much melted tallow.

And then, he acted.

The blade in her chest cut through the threads of their entanglement like a tailor’s sharp edged scissors across fine silk. Sara’s scream was stopped, turned instead to a shocked gasp. She stared at him, flames licking both their skin now, her’s blacked and peeling under his weight. The breath she took was thick, bloodied, and for a moment she smiled at him.

Mercy had come.

Only then, the man didn’t stop. He drew the blade across her insides, scraping bone. Her eyes widened, the link swelled, only to be forcefully destroyed by the pommel of his dagger. How was this mercy? Still burning, still clinging to life, the mage let her broken head slump as she gurled on a silent scream, watching as his handiwork slowly emptied her innards onto the fire that consumed her body. Graciously, life was indeed ebbing away.

Mercy indeed.

The crowd cheered for the man, the hero who defied the flames to bring the girl a merciful death, unaware of his violent and horrific method. Unaware of the reason behind it. They cheered, for the death of a mage one way or another, either for her ended suffering or for the end of an unnatural beast. Beside Velanie, as she fell, concerned people looked on her.

“Sensitive soul, bless her heart. No lady should be witness to this.” One man said, reaching for her, only to be pushed aside by the great bear of an Endor. He lifted her, standing there amidst the people, carrying his love in the mud and the snow, a vision strong enough to clear a path around him. None questioned if he even knew the noblewoman, none dared challenge Nathanial as he took her away.

What is mercy anyway, in the face of such horror?

As Kayleigh reached the boy, covered in mud and tears, he clung to her with fear and desperation as his wails rose above her head. People shoved back, uncaring, unseeing. They were too enamoured with the events of the pyre, too caught up in their need for blood or for mercy. As she moved through the crowd he called out over and over for his mother, crying against the woman. There was a gap, a reprieve, allowing the stranger breathing room away from the masses that now cheered for their mercy. Their earned death.

“Momma?” He sobbed, looking around with wide hazel eyes and a filthy face. His lip was bleeding, and he was going to be bruised, but for most part it seemed the child was not broken. From the crowd, deep within, a woman called out. Her voice desperate and her clothing that of a commoner.

“My baby! Where is my boy!? Move you fools!” She clearly had not seen Kayleigh’s movement through the crowd, and fear was making her desperate.

Is death itself mercy, even if it’s not clean?

As Amaryllis addressed the stranger who leaned close to the downed Oliver, the woman barely noticed her. A gnat to be swatted at, should it truly bother her. There was an opportunity here, a moment to finish what had only just begun back in Bellesoir, but too quickly people gathered to support the dark haired Venora. She merely smiled as she stood to melt back into crowd, a wicked smile that spoke of a great many things.

Insanity, perhaps the obvious one.

Surely they had been safe, their guards and their precautions. Oliver had his men, Caius and Darcy had theirs. They had moved, and he himself had the Barony. Surely the Valkyr had seen this, had been dissuaded by this. Or perhaps she had merely watched from a little further afar.

Perhaps there were eyes and ears in places they should not be. In places of least suspect.

Perhaps it was more merciful not to know the answer to that question.

At Caius’ command, the guard slunk away from their arrest, climbing the stairs to grab the burnt prone Narav, dragging him up on his feet as best he could and growling in his ear.

“Into the cells, now. Lord Arbiters orders.” Uncaring of the man’s burns, the guardsman shoved him down the stairs and through the people, following on the heels of the men walking Hart out. People clapped the man on the shoulder as he passed, some with joy others with anger.

Hero!

Fool!

As the group moved towards the door leading to the cells, people crowded them, moved closer. Shoving each other, fighting amongst each other. There was a divide in the people, now that the horrific screams ended. Some were happy for the mercy, some were not. The smell of the now deceased mage wafted in the breeze, as people began to argue in the slushy muddy vomit that was the courtyard grounds, their stories already walking out the door before them.

Had it been a successful execution? By the definition of the mage being dead, yes.

Had it been to plan? Perhaps not. The discord in the spectators was still palatable, oozing like so much living matter. People were afraid. Of the mages, of the Crown, of the Order. Afraid of what the truth of the matter really meant.

What if you simply knew a mage? Was this your fate? Were you in danger of being another victim on the pyre?

Would there be mercy for the sympathisers?

As the arguments rose in volume, Charlie made a decision. She acted, as all great military leaders should. An arrow, straight and true sank heavily into the shoulder of a man in the crowd, his cry like a siren. People stopped. They turned.

They screamed.

As more arrows flew, nobility and commoners alike scattered. A shocked cry rang from the knights as they moved to protect the people. The Order instructions were clear. There was to be no repeat of Vhalar. From the wall, the Commander waved his arms at the Skyriders, shouting and jumping up and down.

Stop!

At the gate, the protestors shook their signs and yelled above the din.

“Do you see what this has done? Violence breeds violence! This isn’t the work of mages, this is your King! Your King decreed this!” Some fled past them, and yet in the throng of it many others were cowering in fear, or yelping in pain as arrows found marks. Perhaps lucky for Caius, none were yet dead, but injuries were mounting.

As the crowd dispersed in a wave of fear and panic, upon the pyre Sara’s now unrecognisable body burned on, black and cracking from the heat.

Oh, sweet mercy.
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ukey had little in the way of etiquette towards the wounded Venora. He simply pulled the man to his feet, eyes on the woman next to him. "Put that away, lass, before you hurt yourself." He pulled Oliver's arm around his neck, carrying him moreso than supporting him. The Lord Venora seemed to be quite out of it. Before the mercenary could even take a proper step towards Sintih and Tristan, who weren't even that far to begin with, another voice broke through the crowd, rather rudely. Aukey didn't put up a fight, wordlessly handing over the Lord to whoever was here to claim him. It didn't bother him. He wasn't getting paid to carry other people.

Sintih listened as the new arrivals took over. One of them quickly throwing orders around as if he was the Lord Commander himself. Even if he had been, none of Sin's men were under any obligation to listen to him. He did pick up on the awkward title used towards the second man, the one wielding the shield. These knights got more ridiculous every time he came back to Andaris. Sin shook his head and turned away from the man carrying Lord Venora and faced the crowd. He let his eyes move over the crowd, information being gathered as he watched and listened. Neither Argun nor Aukey moved while he was busy. His eyes went skyward and then passed over the gate before he turned back to the group. "We're fortifying here." He didn't seem to care much for what the newcomers and the lady did, simply guiding Tristan behind the hay bales, using the space between them and the wall as his fortress.

"Ser, keep your head down. Things are going to get ugly." He said to Tristan. His hands shifted, forming unspoken words, barely a sentence worth and the two other men took up positions on either side of the hay bales, covering the entrances into their make shift fortress. Again, Sin looked towards the gate, where some people were trying to get out through while the protesters were trying to get inside to voice their opinions. "You'd best take cover." Sin said to the man carrying Lord Venora while pointing to Tristan, safely between the walls and the hay bales. As if Aelig himself had spoken the words, chaos exploded in the crowd as the first arrows landed, hitting their marks or not.

Is it still chaos if it is predictable, father? Sin tilted his head for a moment, eyes to the sky, seemingly eyeing the skyriders shooting down. The crowd exploded in panic, making for the gate. It happened like a ripple at first, the ones in front, closest to the arrows, reacting first and carrying the panic towards the gate, spreading it to others. What started as a few panicked people trying to get out quickly turned into a rout, a stampede even. "You, blushing rose or whatever, stand with Aukey and make sure nobody -and I mean nobody- gets passed you." Sin's voice brimmed with command, leaving little room to argue. What room there had been, though, he simply closed off by turning away from the man and stepping up to Argun, the wild haired swordsman, who stood on the opposite side of the hay bales. "Blunt only." Sin spoke, half over his shoulder but mostly to the man next to him. "They're civilians."

As if he'd been in control of the crowd this whole time, some people broke off from the mass of panic and turned towards them, seeing safety in their 'fortress'. When animals stampede or panic, they always go for the way out they know but when they find that closed off some of the smarter or less panicked ones would look for other ways out. Those were now looking towards Sin and company and the safety they had created between some hay bales and the walls of the kingdom. Father... Sin sighed to the sky when they started running towards them. Next to him, the sound of steel leaving its scabbard rung through the air and Sin swore he could hear Argun laugh as he watched them approach.

As the people approached, Sin moved one foot back, digging into the dirt and muck for stability, leaning forward somewhat. He reached back and his blade was in his hand as he brought it forward again, ready to strike. Next to him, Argun cut the air in front of him and shifted as well, taking up a vastly different stance from his commander. He stood, both feet planted into the muck, blade pointing to the ground, his free hand out slightly, open, as if to catch the first person who got too close. "Stop! Stop. Turn back!" Sin shouted as they approached. He wasn't sure if it did anything but they continued to approach. They seemed to split up, dividing themselves over both sides of the hay bales, approaching them like a herd. Now that they were closer, Sin could see that there were less than he had thought but it didn't take away from their panicked charge.

Another volley of arrows flew down, more screams, more shouting and pushing near the gate. The panic in the charge towards them seemed to increase and his sword seemed to lose its meaning to them. Sin dug his heels in, ready to receive the first one when Argun suddenly lashed out, fingers curling into the man's coat, pulling sideways and down. Mud splashed up against everyone as the man went down. The one behind him ran right into him and went down as well, splashing Sin's boots and pants with mud as well. The third one used them as a human stepping stone to jump to safety. In the uneven moment where his weight had left his back foot but hadn't been put on his front foot yet, Sin crashed into him, shoulder first. Both men went down, Sin next to him, between the man and the Venoras. He rolled and slipped as he got back on his feet. Another stepped on the first two that had gone down and was about to jump through the gap Sin had just left when Argun grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around. The next moment his temple met with the pommel of the slave's blade and he went down like a sack of potatoes. Sin got back up on his feet and joined the melee once again.
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As soon as her arrow loosed, Charlie pulled another from her quiver, and nocked it quickly in place. Her eyes focused through the dark night and the panic, and this time, she loosed it towards the protestors right by the base of the pyre. This arrow did not find its home in a warm body, but rather at the base of one of their feet. Screams were ringing out from below, but the arrows had the intended effect: panic, yes, but what mattered was that the protestors were fleeing from the base of the pyre, away from the mage dying on the pyre of blood loss and flame.

But then Charlie saw the frantic waves of the Commander. "Cease fire!" Charlie barked, and save one or two arrows that still loosed, the Skyriders stopped their barrage and looked down at the resulting chaos below them. Still, this time, though injuries mounted, no one stayed by the pyre. They all fled through the gates.

"Get down to the ground. Help civilians through the gate. Carry the wounded out, too. We are not letting anyone die." Though, she thought grimly, they might do that from their own inflicted wounds. Charlie turned, running over the roof and down into the building, her feet carrying her through the darkness of staircase. Despite her own words to her Skyriders, Charlie sprinted over to the sight where Oliver lay fainted, the guards Sintih had set up letting her through due to her uniform.

"Oliver!" she called desperately, running to her love and passing a hand over his cheek. Besides the bleeding from his palms - a sight which always twisted her heart - he was mostly intact. Charlie turned to Sin, growling slightly. "He's with me from now," she said, and tension drained when she saw Gustauv stepping forward. She breathed the manservant's name thankfully, and together, they took the weight of Oliver between them.

"Get us out of here. To the carriage. We're going home, now." Her voice was grim, and Charlie and Gustauv led Oliver through the panicked crowd, her mind filled with the scent of the burning woman.
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In the snow and the mud and the muck, Sinith and his men held their small corner of the courtyard against panicked people noble and common alike as arrows rained down. It was clear they had soon created their own clearing as the frightened public parted around them like water.

Mercy served.

As Charlie halted the barrage, her team moved quickly to help the hurt and afraid, climbing down from their rooftops to make their way across the streets and into the jail courtyard, stopping with spectators along the way to provide comfort or aid. From the wall, the Commander met the brunette Sergeant at the gates, his face red and moustache twitching.

“Bloody Skyriders! Is this how you control a bloody crowd?! No wonder you had the Butcher in your ranks for so long—hey!” His tirade fell on deaf ears as Charlie shoved past him to join with Gustauv and her lover, moving to assist the Baron’s good friend and bodyguard as they made their way through the slowly ebbing sea of people.

For justice.

“Momma?! Moommmaaaa!!!” The child in Kayleigh’s care wailed forelornly, his tone louder as his small dirty ears picked up a familiar voice. From the people a woman broke out, muddy and wearing a bleeding gash on her brow, but alive. She made a cry of relief, rushing over to sweep the little boy into her arms with tears of joy.

“Bless you m’lady! Seven bless you!” She wept, bowing respectfully as she took the boy and fled from the courtyard with the rest of the public.

For the Crown.

And so, it was done. In the darkness people fled, their words carrying out of the courtyard with them. Some returned home, feeling shame and horror from the event. Others went to the nearest tavern to drink away the taste of ash caught in their throats as they discussed the situation. Had it been right, burning that girl? For those who hadn’t attended the pyre, the word was spreading like wildfire and by a few breaks everyone would know.

In the courtyard, as the snow began to fall more heavily, those officials that remained watched on as the corpse that was the young Biqaj empath blistered and cracked in the heat of the flames. She would burn for breaks after, pitch and wood feeding the fire long after her body was an unrecognisable husk, the snow hissing as it melted into the flames.

There would be no funeral for the mage, traitor to the Kingdom. She would be buried, along with the bodies of prisoners that perished in the jail. An unmarked body in a mass grave.

Another mage gone, for the people’s safety. For the King.

For Rynmere.
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n/a - I loved how disappointed in Cassandar Tristan was in this thread. It seemed to show him another side to the man who was his friend, a side that isn’t a good or a kind one. A shame that we lost you before the end but thanks for participating. :) Unfortunately you didn’t hit the word count or post count minimum to get the end of thread rewards. :(

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It was interesting to read Amaryllis in this thread. She wasn’t quite sympathetic to the mage, but she took her own time to decide how she felt about the situation. She wasn’t influenced by the crowd’s cries or even the mages for that matter. When things went decidedly sideways, she kept a level head.

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Socialisation: Approaching strangers
Detection: Something in the air…
Detection: Observing subtle hints of pain on others
Discipline: Holding your spark to avoid detection
Caregiving: Looking after a friend who has fallen
Medicine: Makeshift bandages from clothing
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
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I really enjoyed how Sin took in everything. I mean everything. He had eyes on the crowd, the Duke, his men, the guards…he really is everything security needs to be. Great leadership shown in his actions with the men and Tristan. No nonsense gent with a great head on his shoulders. :)

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Leadership: Knowing when to make an exit
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It was interesting to read Kayleigh’s thoughts on education being a salvation, if people knew mages weren’t all bad they might not be so quick to call for blood. Her selflessness in picking up the little boy was so brave, I loved this moment to be honest. I would have loved to do more with this moment but that’s okay. :) It was great to see her in action.

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Caregiving: Saving a little boys life
Caregiving: Humming to calm a child
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
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I loved Hart. I mean I really loved Hart. The way he maintained this saintly calm as he made his way to Sara’s mother was beautiful. And the prayer?? Oh be still my beating heart. I loved the way he stayed true to this and his purpose. Side note, the way your text shifted from red to yellow and the boxcode itself was so perfect for this thread. Honestly I am dying to read more Hart.

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Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Taking note of your surroundings
Singing: Keeping your place whilst being jostled
Religion: The Prayer of the Seven
Discipline: Keeping your hands to yourself
Discipline: Maintaining focus in the chaos of the crowd
Linguistics: Language – Rahaki Pidgin
Caregiving: Using your ability to bring another peace
Mortal Born Ability (Bliss): Can be wrongly interpreted as magic
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
Oliver

Points

XP:
20/20 | These points cannot be used for magic.
I love that Oliver is such a political powerhouse. Regardless of where he is or what the situation commands, he thinks of the people. Not only of their opinion of him, but of their safety. I think you play nobility fantastically. I am really keen to see more of Oliver.

Fame: n/a

Loot

Injuries + Overstepping

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Leadership: Using previous experience to guide actions
Leadership: Commanding your people
Politics: Being publically present for the people
Politics: Showing support for an ally
Politics: Hiding your weakness before others
Endurance: Ignoring the pain to build your strength
Discipline: Holding on till you can be sure all are safe
Etiquette: Ensuring the safety of others before yourself
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
Velanie

Points

XP:
20/20 | These points can be used for magic.
Oh, I must say I really really enjoyed Velanie’s struggle with the spark and her own secret. I am super excited to develop a further plotline with this, as I can see there being some fantastic story in the horizon. The way she is sort of swirling and twisting around in the emotions and feelings of herself and the crowd is poetic, and then fainting. I just loved everything about these posts.

Fame: n/a

Loot

Injuries + Overstepping

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Rhetoric: Contemplating the actions of others
Strength: Trying to stand your ground against the crowd
Socialisation: Questioning another’s friendships
Discipline: Staying the course even though you don’t want to
Empathy: Lack of mediation can lead to lost control
Empathy: The colours of fear and hate
Endurance: Being overwhelmed by your senses
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
Nathaniel

Points

XP:
20/20 | These points cannot be used for magic.
Ever the Bear of Endor! Stoic, brave and maybe a little too brash. I loved how Nate just jumped into the fray here, spear in hand! He was ready to take the fight to the so-called mage to protect his fiancé, his friend and the people. Swoon. I am really excited to see how Nate and Vel deal with things later on regarding her mage-ness, and cannot wait to see how they develop. Very exciting times ahead!

Fame: n/a

Loot

Injuries + Overstepping

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Discipline: Staying with your partner even though you don’t want to be here
Discipline: Distracting your mind to stay the course
Politics: Showing support for your ally
Rhetoric: Witches aren’t always ugly evil things
Leadership: Taking charge of the situation
Strength: Pushing through a crowd
Strength: Carrying another
Caregiving: Protecting your partner from the mob
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
Caius

Points

XP:
20/20 | These points cannot be used for magic.
The reluctant leader. The unwilling Arbiter. I felt for Caius in this thread. He is clearly conflicted by the duty that has been thrust up on him, and a good man (or he believes himself to be). I cannot imagine how he is actually literally sane right now. Must be the company he keeps. ;) I am really excited to see how the Order of the Mantis and Caius’ role develop in the future.

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Loot

Injuries + Overstepping

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Leadership: Giving orders to keep the crowd calm
Leadership: Taking the stage
Leadership: Controlling the situation
Leadership: How to conduct an arrest
Politics: Showing a brave face for the good of the Crown
Politics: Showing strength against the crowd
Politics: Avoiding a scene
Tactics: Diverting attention from a scene
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Discipline: Keeping focused in the face of horror
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
Narav

Points

XP:
20/20 | These points cannot be used for magic.
Raw, rich, intense writing. I adore the way you visualize the scene in words. It’s a painting coming to life. Narav is so dark here, and so affected by her empathy. I loved how he gave mercy in the end, but in no way was it merciful. I really want to see more of Narav, of his darkness and his hatred.

Fame: n/a

Loot

Injuries + Overstepping

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Rhetoric: The vile nature of mages
Discipline: Resisting the urge to kill
Meditation: Deep breathing to calm yourself
Endurance: Ignoring the pain of burning to complete a task
Endurance: Withstanding the hold of a dying empathy
Melee Weapon (Dagger): Forcing blade through bone
Melee Weapon (Dagger): How to cause the most pain during death
Melee Weapon (Dagger): Using the pommel for blunt force trauma
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
Charlie

Points

XP:
20/20 | These points cannot be used for magic.
I feel for Charlie. It’s a difficult thing, leading a squad, and she made a choice that could have been right or wrong. Either way, she did what was needed and the crowd were gone before you could say “barbeque”. I love that she is right to Oliver’s side the minute she can get down, true love right there. :D

Fame: n/a

Loot

Injuries + Overstepping

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Ranged Weapon (Bow): Stringing your bow at the ready
Ranged Weapon (Bow): Releasing without shooting
Ranged Weapon (Bow): Shooting into a crowd
Detection: Finding one among the many
Leadership: Ordering your squadron
Leadership: Controlling the crowd
Tactics: Finding the right vantage point
Tactics: Minimal losses are acceptable in the bigger scheme of things
Sociology: The effects of a mob mentality
Sociology: Group efforts to turn the tide
Cooking: The smell of human flesh cooking
Discipline: Watching someone burn alive
Endurance: Withstanding the Cylus chill

Other Knowledge:
NPC: Sara Dj'pyri – Mage (Deceased)
Mage Burning of Cylus, 718
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