Templar Leader

Jeremiah ignored the few shouts of protest against his last action, and instead walked over to the steps of the gallows. They had been a late addition to the fort, and were not quite as big as he wished, but they still got the job done. Ropes hung from the top, the outline of a trapdoor beneath them. Jeremiah stood on the edge of the platform, now looking at the angry soldiers.

"Would you like to end up like this man? I think not, but if you would, by all means, come on up." he gestured to the ropes, and moved over to the lever, gripping it firmly. The soldiers shied away, muttering things to their friends and looks of sadness on their faces. Jeremiah smirked. "I though not."