Taethil: Demons of the East [ IC ]
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List of Currently Accepted Characters:
UnfunnyPete: Lanius, self proclaimed King of Taethil.
GallifreyanOddy: Ryska, Lanius' personal Guard and Assassin.
Superfly: Nathaniel Avaar, the bastard child.
iKo99: Nei, the thief.
xXCrazyJXx: Reaper Seraphin 'Cross'.
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The architecture of the Spire had always been somewhat of a curiosity to Lanius; its structure seemed to pull in whatever light it could from the sky, be it from the sun or the moon, and reflect this light into the Throne room. The oval shape of the grand hall where his Throne sat, along with the curvature of the walls, meant that the light faintly reflected off every surface, keeping it naturally lit both night and day. He had no knowledge of he who build this magnificent Spire in the centre of his Kingdom, it having existed for countless generations of his blood-line, but the architect was either a master-craftsman, or inhumanly lucky in the placement of his master piece. AS he sat atop his Throne, he realised how much he detested the natural light that constantly filled his domain; perhaps when his Kingdom was once again safe under his rule, he would pull this Spire to the ground and build something of his own creation atop the rubble. Yes, he quite liked that idea.
All of these thoughts were simply distractions, from the ludicrously insulting task that lay before him; the beggar man sat on his knees, pleading with Lanius, his wife beside him, with her eyes filled with shame for her husbands failures as both a husband and a man. Lanius smirked; did this man expect pitty? Justice? It didn't matter much.
His elite Guard of Legionnaire forces stood as they always did along the walls of his grand hall; their swords sheathed, their charcoal black armour shimmering from the light, and their bodies upright and still, as though they were made of stone. His personal Court sat high above in the almost endless stretch of the hall, sat amongst the scarlet balconies that filled the walls above; the ceiling stretched upwards almost endlessly, as though it were attempting to reach the sky itself, its crystal white walls a monument to what the Kingdom had created for the past millenium. A few of the lower classes also filled his hall, held back by the Guards, watching this elderly man plead with their King.
Finally, his attention returned to the man and his wife, his smirk faded, replaced with a vacant, blank expression as he stared into the withering eyes of this man.
"What brings you to my Court?" His voice, the only voice to have echoed the halls for the past few moments, other than constant whispers, filled the hall.
The mans voice was frail, however; weak. "Plea... please, Sir. Our land ha... has been seiged by your Guard. We only ask for more time to pay your taxes and the return of our land."
Lanius' expression twisted slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Oh, is that all? Well certainly it would be in my best interest to allow that." As he heard Lanius's words, the mans pleading eyes turned, a look of relief filling him. Pitiful. "Yes, it would certanly be in my best interest, as ruler of the powerful Kingdom of Taethil, the allow you more time to pay my gracious taxes, wouldn't it?" He paused after that last word, waiting for a reply from the elderly man that never came, to which he reiterated his last words harshly. "Wouldn't it?"
"Ye... yes, Sir." He quivered, all the while his wife simply looked terrified at the circumstances they found themselves, with good reason.
Lanius stood from his Throne, his long fur cloak hanging at his feet. He walked down the few steps at which his Throne sat atop, and towards the center of the hall, where the man and his wife knelt. He stood, looking down at the man, whom hoped for a merciful ending to this meeting; he would be disappointed. "Stand. Both of you." They immediately complied with this order. Lanius walked around them, circling them as though he were a shark following its prey. "I'm going to give you an ultimatum. You can either accept your land as forfeit to my Court, and leave with nothing into a life of poverty, or... you can trade your spouse as forfeit, and have your land back for a short while whilst you raise the funds to pay the Courts tax." As Lanius finished his words, he stood infront of the two, awaiting a response.
"Wha... what? But... Okay, okay. I choose the second!" The old man spoke, his wife's expression turning to that of disgust as the old man effectively signed her death warrant. Lanius simply smiled, before uttering a few more words.
"I wasn't talking to you." He finished, looking at the old man with a devilish grin, before turning to his wife. "Make your choice."
The wife now looked at her husband, no love in her eyes. The husband looked terrified, as he quite rightly should be. "I choose the second option." Her words spat towards her failure of a husband.
"Quite right." Lanius replied. "Guards, see to it this woman is given her land back, and a few more weeks to pay the tax, which is now doubled. As for the pitiful excuse of a man whom just so happily tried to make his wife pay for his failures... I think a public execution at dawn is a fitting punishment for such as cowardly dog." His words finished with a gesture of his hand, as his Guards carried to two away. Sat down on his Throne, he looked up to the balconies his Court rested in, almost challenging any of them to question his rule.
Of course, none of them dared.