Public flogging in Thralls Gate

[drnaphtali]

As the sun rose over thralls gate a small line of people were assembled in the fields of Thralls gate. A crowd gathered to watch what was going on - Exemplar Plessi announced with a commanding voice: These men and women has failed in upholding order as well as their sanitary duties - letting vermin run freely across the property of the Temple of Lochwar in Thralls gate. You are sentenced to 15 slashes each for this insubordinance. The group of thralls is a mix of humans and dwarves alike.

The first thrall is taken before Exemplar Plessi and is forced on his knees, his back facing Leon (Exemplar Plessi). The first whip made the man scream... the second drew blood. People looked on with both excitement and fear in their eyes. Every whip is followed with more intensity from Leon, his face covered with the blood from the thralls by now. With the tenth whip of the third thrall, the condemned man collapses in front of the exemplar. Exemplar Plessi continues the punishment and then kicks the limp dead body letting it roll down the small hill. He wipes the blood from his face, clearly smiling and yelling Bring on the next!. He hit them so hard that all the skin from the neck down to the lower back was completely removed. In some instances, white appeared on the back as bone is revealed.

Father Marrent who is sitting at his usual desk in the temple can hear the screams of the men and woman from afar echo within the halls, which puts a sinister grin on his face, nodding with approval.

At noon the beatings was done, all the condemned laying on the side of the hill. Some gasping for air, some dead. Exemplar then continued to roar: Let it be known... that anyone offending the Church will be punished! We will seek out those responsible for such grievous acts, and a much greater punishment awaits those!

With that he turns and walks off with the other exemplar's toward the temple of Lochwar.

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[Mon-da-oth]

Reginald watched without emotion, his hand rested lightly on the hilt of his rapier only occasionally raising to wipe at the droplets of blood that sprayed off the end of the lash to land light light rain on his face. When the lashing was completed he watched the exemplars head off to the temple leaving the wounded and dead in the field.

"Such is the punishment for failure in the eyes of Lochwar." He said grimly "Do not except a station you can not fill."

He turned slightly looking down at Robidais. "Robi if you are going to tend to the dieing I will aid you."

[Aden Flin]

Watches the flogging from within the crowd, taking note of all those involved. On completion of the punishment he turns, pulling on black leather gloves, and exits to the north.

[Gobbylin]

Robidais looks up at Regianld and nods once before passing over a small package of healing salves and bandages to Reginald. Moving calmly but quickly Robidais moves from one victim to the next, providing healing to the wounded and ritual prayers to the dead.

[Mon-da-oth]

Reginald took the package from Robidais and stepped into the field of the dieing. He approached one of the thralls who lay whimpering on the ground while bits of skin and flesh hung off his back. "Do you value your life and servitude to the Empire and Lockwar? Nod your head if you wish to live. If not I can with Peralia's blessing, "he nodded in Robidia's direction. "make your departure swift."

Reginald watched as the man slowly nodded his head before unwrapping the contents of the kit and applying the salve and bandages to the wounds. Once he was finished he cleaned the blood from his hands on the grass and lifted the thralls chin easily with his hand to look into the mans face. "Now stand and approach your masters to beg their forgiveness and if it is with Lockwars will they will tend to the rest of your wounds."

The thrall staggered slowly to his feet only to slip catching himself on Reginald's shoulder. "Thank you." he said as he made his way back to the temple.

Gathering what remained of the bandages and salves Reginald approached another thrall. "Do you value your life and servitude to the Empire and Lockwar? Nod your head if you wish to live. If not I can with Peralia's blessing make your departure swift." he asked again.

It was several moments before the thrall responded. Her voice was thick with pain and tinged with regret. "Kill me." She begged.

With a grim nod Reginald pulled his rapier from its frog and with a swift extension of his arm ran the thin blade through the side of the thralls neck. The thrall stiffened for a brief moment and then slide limp and lifeless off of his weapon. He wiped the blood clean from his blade the the tatter remains of what was left of the thralls clothes before continuing to the thrall and repeating his question.

[Nex Ut Fidelis]

A note is placed boldly upon the front door of the Lochwarian Temple in Thrall's Gate, its message written in dark red ink...

O Hells within, O Hells without
O Bells and Jingles all about
What say thee to this, pray tell?
("I speak of nothing but a soul to sell.")

Whispered shouts and cries of the pain'd,
Word of lies and blood that hath rain'd,
Upon this grass, which here is stain'd
With the blood of those whom faith hath baned;

The time is come for one and one
To set the flame and raise the sun
(But hope their heat brings not the hate
Of mort' or god new but late...)

[Vahene]

In the shadows, a figure stands wrapped in a dark cloak. Pushing back a strand of escaped black hair, the individual watches. One hand clenched tightly around a sword hilt is the only indication of displeasure. Under the hood, the person mutters too lowly for human ears, "If I thought I could get away with it..." Knuckles shift around the hilt, and the figure suddenly pushes away from the wall and stalks out of the fields, and heads towards Two Bridges.