Ladis Encounter

"Prisoner?" Ladis' feathers puffed. The lesser spirits stopped spinning and the music sprung to a stop with a sharp, out of place note. The twirling sands sped up just a bit, still not entirely threatening, but still obviously present.

Tielle's gained the stare of more than a dozen of the smaller specters, their dark expressions drawn into glares.

"Is it wrong for the mother bird to keep her young in the nest until it can fly? Do you deem me guilty of knowing better than such an impetuous heart?"

The song that was sung by the spirit was no longer a joyous one, but strained and cautionary. It struck into the hearts of the Valley people gathered in Tarn a strict command to think on their next words carefully.

"A shame that parts of your flock are so quick to condemn. So soon to doubt, wounded and crippled as they are." Ladis went on, a single note still chimed along her words. She didn't look toward Tielle, she didn't even grant the smaller Vaien a word, but instead continue to speak solely to Arianne as if the one who bore the treasure was the one who would speak for the rest.

Niah shivered. If she could shrink into herself she would. The presence of the spirit wasn't some great reunion, it wasn't the return of a daughter to a mother she had fled from. For however long they had been separated, Niah had grown into her own person, and now Ladis was nothing more than the monster that had come to devour her.

She threw her arms over her head and cowered.
(Niah)

Stared in confusion at the other rajen and slowly at ladis the sand mother as the rajen remained silent and calm and totally trying to be calm and not scared at his best but it was a little scary.

He would offer a silent prayer in his mind to the light and amada if things would go wrong if the sand mother gets angry or upset at others or even arianne hoping nothing bad would happen including with the prayer in his head looking at the light upon the ground.
(Elior)

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She would expect the little minions to glare at her, though somewhat surprised that they were actually sentient for that. Tielle has been glared at more times than feathers in her wing. But still, it was like a shot to the heart to be referred to as 'wounded and crippled' by the winged woman, even if it was what all Avians would think.

"Yeah?" She does not move from her spot, pinned in place by the sour chords of the song. Sweat rolls down her neck. "A-and here in Tarn..." memories flow through her, "We fight each other, we doubt each other, we ask questions. This is an open forum."

But, she wonders how much of her words would reach Ladis, since she was not Arianne.
(Tielle)

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The Hysen, unsure if he should even breathe right now given the sudden and overwhelming tension that had been sparked, continued to kneel on one knee - his gaze cast down into the dirt.

Either out of reverence or concern, at the present he could bring himself to say nothing.

Yet as words continued to be given back and forth, Skarn couldn't help but feel the stress ratchet even higher.
(Felsen Skarn)

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"Hm."

Between the words spoken by Arianne and Tielle, as well as the shivering and cowering done by Niah, the Aiphe seemed to rapidly be lodging himself deeper and deeper in thought. The pink eyes would glance again towards the once bandit leader, then back towards Ladis.

"Do you believe that even if Niah were to repent for everything she's done for the rest of her life, it's still better to execute her? Is that your verdict?" He'd ask, in his own curiosity.

Pink eyes would then stare again directly towards Niah.
(Balin Xiv Sketch)

Elior says, "If.. mercy is possible.. and the sincerely.. is sorry i think.. a final second chance is possible.. but.. i got a question.. is she the one that harmed.. chang with acid?.."
Akvo Glacio says, "Execute who?"
Dario Agamem says, "..."
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Arianne Martinet says, "The bandit leader. "
Balin Xiv Sketch says, "No, that was the Aiphe woman bandit."
Balin Xiv Sketch says, "Who harmed Chang with acid."
Elior says, "Oh.."
Elior says, "A-apologies for speaking out then.. my bad.."
Akvo Glacio says, "Oh. Are we voting for whether she lives or die?"
Elior says, "..I'm not so sure.. but.. mercy.. can be plausible.. i-if allowed.."
Arianne Martinet says, "We are not voting."
Elior says, "S-sorry for speaking up.. "
Only then would Skarn speak up - directed towards Akvo.

"No. Such is in the hands of Ladis, the one whom Niah betrayed completely and utterly." His words are ashen. No joy, yet little hesitation.
(Felsen Skarn)

Elior says, "Understood.. "
Agrellite Avinsin has picked up 42 Copper Coins.
Agrellite Avinsin says, "Yeesh, what've I missed?"
Akvo just shrugs. He wasn't going to say no to it. So he just finds a seat from where to view the things that were happening in the CIty of Tarn. Guess the bandit is as good as dead.
(Akvo Glacio)

Dario Agamem whispers, "Uh-Oh..."
The smithy, somewhere accidentally stuck in the throng of peopel speaking to Ladis, walks ahead. Despite being hotheaded - and more than willing to advocate for Niah himself, as it were - he's noting something rather clear. Ladis's decidedly imperious response, Arianne's own stubbornness... this could be a match made in hell.

"Lass." Gerholdt stands right up next to the Avian, and stares right at her. It's an implicit glare of caution. He turns his gaze briefly back to the cowering Niah, sitting against the side of the tent. "Yer providin' the proper deference, aye, but ye need to tread a touch more lightly."

Finally, he turns, with no trace of reluctance, to the put-upon Spirit. Maybe he didn't have the treasure that marked him as a chosen of some kind, but he's at least got a set of pipes he can use. "Howdy, lass-- er, Ladis. Sorry, I ain't too great at bein' formal an' such, but..."

"If ye ain't so terribly busy, can we have more of a discussion more'n a tribunal? Even if ye know what's best for yer children, they've got voices too, aye?"
(Gerholdt)

Felsen Skarn says, "A great deal, Monsieur Agrellite. A great deal."
Agrellite Avinsin says, "Oh goody."
Oh? A trial? This should be interesting. But who would work as lawyer to defend the poor Bandit. Perhaps right about now they could object, plead for mercy...

That is basically the end of it. The Spirits are pleased and everyone can go back to business as usual... easy-peasy.
(Akvo Glacio)

It could, in many respects, be awful. For being an Avian the Martient is surprisingly bull-headed. Being full of fire is no surprise, however.

"Rich, coming from you," she mutters towards Gerholdt, lowering her voice briefly to speak directly to the smith as he comes up beside her.

Arianne looks over to Niah as she cowers beside the tent. Her sins were many. If it was up to her? Her throat might have been slit regardless. But there was a precedent here that the Vaien sees fit to not ignore.

"By the standards of many, she is a woman grown, O' Lady," she calls out, still giving the spirit the reverence it is due. Yet she's already eroding on that by so much as speaking against her whim. Something of which she's keenly, terribly aware.

"I would ask, kindly, that you answer the questions of those present please."

There's a glance over her shoulder, towards Skarn, whom she gives a pale frown. Then back forward, lets she unintentionally offend the spirit but allowing her focus to drift.
(Arianne Martinet)

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"I am grateful to this flock for recovering my lost relics. I wished to see the threat to your peace defeated and your lives returned to the routine." Ladis' chord raised a few steps.

"But your world is yours to question. /Mine/ is not." The wind encircled Tielle's feet as a sign that the young Vaien's rebelliousness had touched some sort of nerve.

"She will not repent. I know her heart. I can sense it now." Ladis said as a side to Balin. "You all know as well as I she would do it again should the gem fall into her hands." The lesser spirits started humming, a strange buzzing noise that vibrated the air.

"Thieves are the false inhabitants of a free world. They claim that in a land without law, they rule, but all they create is a realm without trust, without compassion, without peace. Their freedom is to be cast out, while true liberation sought after."

"Niah and her ilk are guilty of this crime and more. They are guilty of killing your people. Guilty of blasphemy. They would have cursed your Valley had they succeeded. Such choices lead only to destruction at the hands of the meek and the just."

To Gerholdt and Arianna, Ladis turned back. Her head raised and her feathers fluffed again. "You've brought me here to oversee your discourse? Asked for my summons to hear your indecision? My judgement is given. The truth is known. Your discussion is nothing less than a delay." The winds continued to pick up on the edge of the town, a light howl indicating their speed.

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Dario Agamem whispers, "To think my plan to kill her would of been accepted...If not wanted at this point..."
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Niah was defeated now more than she had been in the cave, more than she had been in the prison. Her head still rested among the arms placed on her knees as the great bandit was brought low.

Ladis' condemnation echoed throughout the entirety of Tarn, so even if she wanted to Niah couldn't ignore it. She couldn't ignore the mind that knew the designs of her heart and she couldn't defend the blatant sins that she had confessed to.

Niah didn't defend herself, for just the other day she had basically told Felsen and Arianne everything Ladis was saying now. All she could do was wait for the debate to end and its results concluded.
(Niah)

Agrellite heard Dario's whisper and was confused, keeping silent afterwards as he listened to all that was going on. It took him a bit, but eventually he caught on that he'd missed the celebration- Clearly a trial was in the works. Looking to the creature he could only presume to be the quest giving Spirit, Agrellite approached, walking as close as he could manage while still being polite.

He'd then pause as it spoke up, waiting and letting it finish. "Excuse me." He'd say bluntly, continuing. "You wanna stop whining about us delaying you?" He'd ask, annoyance clear to his tone. Clearly the Architect wasn't the smartest, insulting a Spirit right off the bat, but his opinions of spirits were fairly well defined- Enough that they didn't inherently frighten him into silence thats for sure.

He'd motion to Dario, then himself. "We suggested weeks ago to just flood the Bandit base, kill them all. But nooooo, had to bring Niah back so you could give her trial. But you just wanna kill her anyway?" Agrellite asked with a scowl, not waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, her and her folk were an ilk. They killed and damaged, because you didn't happen to see in her heart at the time, that it was a possibility. They are guilty, and they only reason they've not been punished already is because YOU wanted her here." He'd mutter.
"Glad it was worth all that effort, for he to die anyway. Sorry we'd dare delay you, by assuming you'd want some form of fair trial- Instead of using powers of foresight you didn't have before, to judge before arrival and grow annoyed with us." He'd declare, motioning around

"So, how about we go forward with an actual trial. Huh?" Agrellite said.
(Agrellite Avinsin)

Elior says, "I.. hmm.. "
Dario Agamem says, "...Agrellite..."
Dario Agamem whispers, "...Don't be a damn fool..."
Elior says, "This is.. "
Agrellite Avinsin says, "That ships sailed Dario, lets see where this goes."
There's a strange bend in Skarn's thoughts. Everything he heard, he agreed with.

Niah was unrepentant. A murderer, thief, and betrayer. Even in his world, that of redemption, there could only be so much to give. He'd been wrong in his estimation, but the logic being given was solid.

Slowly, Skarn would rise to his feet.

"... Forgive me for only adding to the discord, Lady Ladis. I hadn't expected there to be such..." He paused in his words, thinking for a time.

"... indecisiveness. After all, we had all-" It was Agrellite's words that halt him in his tracks.

Any words of discussion died in Skarn's throat, his bile rising rapidly. He returned to a submissive kneel - knowing he didn't want to get in the way.
(Felsen Skarn)

He was getting confused.

Trial?

No trial?

He was not sure what was actually wanted. And if it was a trial, what defense does the criminal party have?

He has no clue as he sits down on his shark-tail to view this strange turn of events.
(Akvo Glacio)

Elior says, "W-wait.. this.. is wrong.. but i don't wish to interfere.. i wish to speak.. before.. the mighty sand spirit Ladis before her daughters judgement is passed if i may!"
The Aiphe listened to the words of Ladis, and did frown, not of disagreement, but..

"You know, in a perfect world, I would love to save Niah, have her repent, have everything be happy, with a big 'happily ever after' sign plastered on it."

"But life's not that way." Balin said, letting out a bit of a sigh, pink gaze ever remaining on the defeated Bandit leader.

"First, there'd have to be a want to repent. Then some way to work it back might be able to be decided-"

His impromptu speech however, gets thought to be going too long, however. Balin would walk away from the center of the crowd, more towards the side.

"What trial do we have to do for someone who kills people and doesn't want to repent?"
(Balin Xiv Sketch)

While some part of Tielle delights in making people angry for how much /easier/ it is to deal with compared to fear, pity, or sadness.... by the wind whipping around her feet she knew when she pushed her luck enough.

Any more power, and... Tielle gets a sudden vision of stumps where her feet once were, torn away by the winds of a /Spirit./

"I-I know..." But what Tielle knew, she didn't know. "Niah is a big, bad, terrible bandit. Families and friends have cried their eyes out in her wake That's what /should/ matter. I don't even want a trial."

"Niah should die, and quickly." Tielle is not bloodthirsty. It is more like something she /must/ do, or else. She does /not/ want Niah taken away to some ghastly place of torment by Ladis.

She hears Agrellite somewhere off to the side, and then cringes at the thought of a trial. Cringes once more when she realizes the fight had died down in Niah.

Her voice is the quietest of all. "I don't want..... this to happen ever again."
(Tielle)

Felsen Skarn says, "What use is a trial, Agrellite, when the accused has not only admitted guilt to all charges, but promised to do it all over again if given the chance?"
Agrellite Avinsin says, "Because we had to go through all the damn trouble of bringing her here, if the Spirit wanted her dead, it should of let us kill her instead of putting people at risk to retrieve her."
Agrellite Avinsin says, "So I vote trial."
Elior says, "I-i... might know something..."
Dario Agamem says, "Speak now priest."
Elior says, "If i may speak with..Ladis the desert lady if she allows it before.. casting judgement upon her.."
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Sand ascended into the sky and domed over the city, and the midday sun's light only existed in some strands and 'cracks' that shifted and moved along what was now a darkened ceiling.

Ladis' eyes glowed a brilliant yellow as she stared down at Agrellite.

The buzzing hums of the lesser spirits grew greater and greater, now an incessant and irritated echo that reverberated all around the crowd. It was similar to hundreds of rattlesnakes giving off their warnings, like locusts preparing to fly.

"This one speaks with such disrespect."

Ladis' voice finally called out. It was surprisingly non-threatening, patient even despite the current state of things.

"If you wish to hold your trial, then by all means, do so. But do not question my judgement. Do not think yourself more knowing that myself. I am not an overseer to such trivial things."

"It was your choices to kill or capture. Your choices to see this to this point. I offered my aid, and offer my advice."

"B U T I C A N W I T H D R A W I T J U S T A S E A S I L Y."

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Akvo still confused at this turn of events, walks closer. Did they want to give Niah a trial? Trial for what? That made no sense whatsoever, certainly not to Akvo.

First who would speak in her favor? Not him nor anyone here. Second, she clearly not just admitted guilt, but zero remorse for her actions. Around then he notices it.

Agrellite and Ladis, in some heated argument about the aforementioned Trial. He still was completely confused as to how does one conduct a trial in a manner that seems rather alien to him.
(Akvo Glacio)

"I don't know as well as ye do," he shrugs. "At least about her. I ain't known her for long enough, but I know well enough that her and theirs are people." And she was a Spirit. Creatures from two entirely different worlds, perhaps never to join in full, proper understanding.

"Yer standards ain't mine. And if the spirits are really the fabric keepin' this place together, then threatenin' 'em ain't right." He freely admits - and well understands - both of these things. Yet, all the same, that crisis of conscience still yet remains. He can't just dismiss her outright.

"Fine, then. Our worlds are different. By nature, we can't just understand each other outta nowhere. I'll accept that -- hells, appreciate it, even. I'm a simple man; wouldn't want too much space in me brain taken by these matters." The concession he was making here was a rather rough one, all told.

He can't just debate with the spirit. That wasn't going to go anywhere for sure. So... he thinks, and thinks, and comes up with something else.

"...Fine. Yer mind is made up, Ladis. An' I can't but defer to it. But... can I ask ye somethin' else, once this business is done?"
(Gerholdt)

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In a sense, none of them were really, wholly wrong. None of them were wholly right either, but that was besides the point. Each facet leant itself to a fraction of the truth.

Though she had kept her bearing well, the Martinet grows fully, truly solemn once more. There were always difficult decisions. This one was no different. While she does not kneel, an expression of fealty that Skarn chooses, she does bend her head low once more.

"...The bandit leader has admitted guilt. She has faced an insurmountable amount of crimes. Heresy, murder, thievery, kidnapping, insurrection on a grand scale. Additionally, as has been stated, she has shown no desire to repent." Arianne takes a deep breath before inhaling.

"I...am in agreement with the Lady, with mister Sketch, and miss Tielle. The judgement has been passed. Let us make her passing swift and respectful." The young noble leader steels herself.

Arianne looks over towards where Niah sits, and Balin already is waiting.
(Arianne Martinet)

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As sand sets over the sun and the chatter of babe Spirits takes a decidedly dark turn, much of her ideas of morality fly out the window for the time being. Alarm bells ring off in her head. This was the very sandpocalypse. Tielle is glad it wasn't her fault, but that's the least important thing here.

She runs forward toward Agrellite and the shortie Tielle grasps onto his shoulder with her one hand. "Agrellite! From one hothead to another...!" Tielle attempts to shake him. "This is the part where we're-- you're gonna die. Stop!!"
(Tielle)

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More than a little unnerved, Skarn would slowly rise to his feet.

He held no blessings, no gifts, yet his perspective aligned wholly with the spirit present.

... and his patience had just ended.

"Are you mad?" The Hysen balked towards Agrellite.

"You don't know what you're doing - cease this! It's not only blasphemy, it's pointless!

Her judgement is rendered. *That* was what was needed. Justice, not blind destruction. Had you gone through with your plans - Ladis' gem may have been lost!" His tone was frantic and beyond livid. A first, even for him.

His gaze turned, worriedly, towards Ladis. "I- He...

Please forgive me..." Skarn squeaks, for once, thoroughly cowed by an entity he held absolute respect for. Still, he might have drawn negative attention, especially given *he* had been the summoner.
(Felsen Skarn)

Hm. At least Balin has the right idea. There was only one trial that he felt would be acceptable, and even that was reserved for people who show more honor than she does.

He felt the solution was simple:

Kill Niah.

However he crosses his arms and remains seated upon his tail. He felt this was not his jurisdiction. Nor any reason to intervene whatsoever,
(Akvo Glacio)

Dario now heard it here first from the very mouth that put them on this quest in the first place. He knew that ending the life of Niah likely would of been the more productive action, yet the others disputed and now all things have lead to this.

"This is truly something I will remember for the future when making my decisions, I was under the impression that we were to capture her alive, I would of gladly did away with her and her entire band if I knew otherwise." The annoyed Rajen remarked, waving his hand in the direction of his fellow spirit talkers and moving towards Niah's direction.

Annoyance soon turned to rage as he stomped his way over towards the prisoner and looked down at her. A small growl would escape him as he crafted a spear of ice in his hand and stood at her side, awaiting for the time to come that justice will fall.

"So we shall all come together now and make a choice, does she live? Or does she die." He stated coldly, pointing the spear at the masses. "We always had this choice, lets finally make it." He stated with a firm nod before turning his attention towards Agrellite shouting out.

"Agrellite! Silence! Now! Or I swear that spirit will be the last of your worries." A finger pointed in the Hysen's direction from the growling Rajen, he was tired of all the banter it seemed.

He wanted to hear the Verdict.
(Dario Agamem)

Every time the spirit spoke, Reeve only seemed to grow more and more agitated; as an Aiphe she valued freedom more than most, and frankly Ladis' posturing clearly didn't sit well with her. Her arms crossed as the fingers of her left hand drummed against her upper right arm. It was easy to mistake it as an impatient gesture, but closer inspection instead suggested the gears in her head were turning more than they usually were.

But there was one thing she'd agree on: "...A trial would be a kangaroo court, when you get down to it." She looked to Arianne for a moment and gave a nod before continuing. "The outcome is inevitable, at least for..."

Her gaze shifted to Niah for a few seconds.

Reeve didn't continue speaking, at least not along that line of thought.

"Hate to sound like I'm conceding," she said with a small tilt of her head toward the spirit, "But there's no need to draw it out. There's no reason to deny freedom any more than necessary."

She went into her bag, producing a vial of bubbling green liquid and holding it up - not quite on the level of her War Crime Juice (name pending), but... immediately recognizable as a deadly poison, all the same.

"Have any of you asked what /she/ wants? Because I think she's been quite clear."
(Reeve Levante)

The priest would clutch the deatrix necklace and his staff firmly in slight fear but courage to look at Ladis the spirit not in a threatening way but remains calm hoping his idea hopefully works as he would say towards the spirit and apparently a greater one holding in his free hand from his satchel casting upon the ground 20 pieces of pulsite on the ground in his mind being a embodiement of light.

"I call upon with these offerings the very light and amada herself the greater spirit to show this Spirit Ladis the desert lady that compassion and there is good even in the most evil of hearts even her daughter may deserve no mercy but i beseech you to cleanse the wickedness from her heart to guide her a new path so she cannot stray to evil i do not ask out of my own selfish desires but for the good of a soul that may be redeemed as what kind of mother would kill their own child even if clearly did wickedness but what would make that of her not as a insult to the desert lady but i ask of you ot of sincere emotion of compassion and even undeserving help this lost soul of a rage of a spirit that would kill her own! If you can guide me in another way if my words are not to your liking i am willing to be your vessel of love and compassion to aid any soul in this world! call me naive or not but i can see the potential of limitless good in all races please i ask you to guide me to help! Oh greater spirit Amada! The torch bearer! The gentle light!"

He would slam his staff into the ground offering even his own mana channeling his light magic through the staff into the twenty pieces of pulsite even how taxing it might be a sacrifice of willing to make.
(Elior)

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Agrellite focused his attention back on the Spirit, watching as it floated higher and sand moved to darken the sky. His heart beat fast, the Architect couldn't deny he felt some fear... But his annoyance, anger, and foolish disregard for his own safety pushed him onwards! He heard the sounds of Spirits, the strange rattle. He'd yet to see a rattlesnake, so he couldn't make the warning comparison.

"You're damn right I speak with disrespect." He'd answer firmly, pointing an accusing finger towards the spirit. "I will absolutely question your judgement, you are not above all things. The Bandit theft proved as much, respect is a thing earned, not freely given to those who flaunt the power to demand it!" He'd exclaim.

Flatting out his jacket afterwards in a huff, he'd compose himself slightly before pointing to Ladis again. "You lacked the foresight to prevent robbery, allowed Tarn to come to harm, then sent us on a mission to clean up after you."

"I speak for myself and no others, but what good is your aid and advice?" He'd ask, "Withdraw freely, so far its just brought us endless Bandit trouble." Agrellite nodded.

He'd then look to the others, "We had the chance to kill her, we chose not to, I say we hold trial. But that's just my vote." He'd then look to Tielle. "And I'd rather die than lick the boot of some Spirit." Is all he'd say on that matter, then nodding to Felsen and addressing only the question of if he was mad. "I am quite angry, yes." He'd then shrug, "And I don't see it as Blasphemy. She is not my Spirit, just one that sent us all on a fools errand."

Then giving Dario a thumbs up, appreciating his friends concern but heeding not his advice either, he'd turn back to the Spirit. "Anyway, my attention is now on you again."w


(Agrellite Avinsin)

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Felsen Skarn says, "Oh sweet Spirits..."
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LOOC - Felsen Skarn: (Can't believe Ladis killed Agrellite mid-post.)
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Reeve Levante has picked up 1 Cultivated Fungus.
Elior has dropped 20 Pulsites.
Balin would be silent for a few moments, his question not initially anwsered. So, instead of further waiting, the Aiphe would walk over to Niah, going to take her by the arm, and, with the aid of the guards, walk her from off the center of the road to the front of the crowd, and bring the Rajen straight to Ladis.

"I might not be on the same page as the rest of you. I've only got one question left."

"Ladis, do you wish to inflict the judgement yourself, or would you rather one of us do it?"

There is a pause for a moment, however, taking a deep breath towards Agrellite's words. There is a small sounds of sparks around the self proclaimed god.
(Balin Xiv Sketch)

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Gerholdt says, "A fool's errand? Bleedin' hells, she /does/ want to destroy the spirits, ye know."
Gerholdt says, "Did, but that's besides the point."
"So you all want to have a trial?"

Akvo asks with a hint of venom in his mouth, his shark tail moving as if it were in water. And hunting.

"What possible reason would you wish to hold a trial for? A trial is held when theur is doubt of guilt. Thn a Trial is used to determine further innocence or guilt.

But you all heard her. Niah. She stated very clearly, that not only did she enjoyed it, she'd do it again, even though she'd be trapped in a loophole of defeat..."

He looks deadpan and blank for a moment.

"Let;s just kill her, dammit."
(Akvo Glacio)


Reeve Levante says, "You sound too enthused."
Akvo Glacio says, "I;m being realistic."
Tielle grits her teeth. The hand on his shoulder stays. "Well /I/ don't want you to die. Ever thought about that?! Dario and none of your friends want to see your stupid fucking corpse!"

Even if... she does agree with Agrellite on some level. Ladis' kin caused this. Ladis does not tolerate any questioning or speaking out of turn, that much is clear. So no wonder Niah pulled the anti-parental rebellion of the century!

And so, the rest of the judgement of Niah goes off to other people.
(Tielle)

Prayers and offerings, pleas and questions...

So much was cast toward the spirit, but the sentence seemed to be passed by Arianne and the others who agreed with her.

The buzzing continued to vibrate the ground, and then one by one, the lesser spirits began to vanish.

"Twice now I've offered my support to the Valley. Once for a threat that had already begun, and then for a threat that has yet to come." Ladis' voice sounded as if it was running laps around the dome, distant and yet occasionally near.

"These deserts were free for you to traverse with safety, free to see without fear of danger."

The Desert's Lady shook her head.

"This one does not understand what has happened. This lost child of Hysena has fallen so far." Her head tilted to the right.

"The next time the horizon burns with fires meant to burn your cities, I will hold my tongue. When next something great and dangerous marches toward Elae, the deserts will be silent."

She looked to Arianne, then Balin, and then Felsen.

"I would collect what I've lost. And you will join your faithless in choosing your way forward."

LOOC - Elior: (( the prayer and offering was to amada though :o
[Hold ALT and right click to remove someone from your party.]
There's a bit of burning in Skarn's heart. Guilt by association. The loss of protecting and succor of a spirit!

All because... of pride. Foolish pride.

Not moving, Skarn would question - hopeful yet meek at the same time.

"Forgive us, Good Lady. Is there any way we could redeem ourselves in your eyes?" Knowing it was guilt by association, Skarn considered himself guilty too. Really, he almost felt he should have forcibly prevented Agrellite from daring to challenge a spirit.

... Let alone a spirit he felt so much for.

"Even if there was not... is there anything I could do to earn back your favor?"
(Felsen Skarn)

Npw this he did not have confused. Ladis saw this as a great offense. Which akes him perform an epic face palm. Really, for one all would pay? Thast was not really very fair.

He clears his throat and walks closer to the Spirit,

"Ahem. Don't mind the heathen there, his not a shaman, thus you really shouldn't take anything he says into account. My name is Akvo, servant of Samsara.

So let me get this correctly, you want Niah to die?"
(Akvo Glacio)

"...This fallen of Hysena does not speak for us. Certainly not for me," Arianne says crisply. There is no one here who speaks for her. Save for herself and, perhaps, one other. Maybe.

She'd stirred the pot. Perhaps, maybe, some of this was on her.

The Martinet steps forward, bowing low. From within her royal blue coat she removes the gem. It rests warm in her gloved hand. And though she is loathe to return it...

"I ask that you please do not let this one represent us. We are grateful, O' Lady. To hear the deserts no longer sing with your song would be dire indeed.

I return this to you in hopes that it will make things right...And still I would ask that, if it pleases you, you at least listen to any of those who helped retrieve personally what was lost to you."

Arianne, personally, asks for nothing. But she lifts her head and looks back towards Tielle and Gerholdt. Both had been there for its retrieval.
(Arianne Martinet)

EXP Gain: [(486*1)+0=486]
With everyone nearby up in arms about having a trial or not...

The Self proclaimed god wouldn't further speak. Instead, chill would rapidly manifest into a pair of blades within his hands, not exactly a swordsman but something that could be used to work quickly. Without further hesitation,

Balin would drive the blades of ice into Niah's back, and also aim for her head, going for both her heart and her brain if not stopped, to bring a quick end to all the bickering, as Ladis hadn't said that she wished to do it herself.

Whether successful or not in the manuver, the Aiphe would shake his head.

"I am pretty disapointed in the way this all turned out. I did think that it would be more orderly, and I didn't think our people would insult the spirit who reached out to help us. For that, I do apologize."

His hand would move to his back, drawing Dunewind from it, and as requested, he would extend it out.

"And, as a god myself, I can't blame you for this when you're disrespect as such. Takes respect to get respect."
(Balin Xiv Sketch)

Tielle says, "N-not quite, Akvo. She wants to... collect Niah."
Tielle says, "Or at least. I thought so from what she said."
Agrellite listened to the Spirit and shrugged, nodding his head. "Ah, well, wasn't aware of some of that." The Architect had to admit. "What help did you offer aside from offering some items to a handful of chosen?" He'd ask, sounding genuinely curious.
"You have the power to see across the sands, to block out the sky when wanting to be threatening" He'd say, waving his hands up at the sky, continuing. "It amazes me you lacked the power to help in... Well, combat against the Bandits. Seems like we could've had a lot less injuries and deaths that way." He'd say, the passive aggressiveness clear in his voice.

"And what threat yet to come? First I'm hearing of this. Do you speak in anything but vagueness?" He'd ask. Agrellite then gave a sigh, realizing he had to stop. He heard the words of Felsen, and gave only a passing glance to Akvo. "Am a Shaman, actually. Pretty good one too." He'd admit, before returning to the point.

"Anyway. I'll not take that 'Fallen of Hysena' line as an insult or be provoked by it." He'd nod. "I have not failed Hysena, I've merely questioned another, lesser, Spirit. In my heart I know this, and that I can take comfort in. Your words of offense do not phase me. I am rubber you are paste, and all that stuff." He'd nod.

He'd then motion to those behind and around him though, nodding in agreement with what they'd said. "However yes. This heathen here doesn't speak for everyone, said that before as well." He'd nod. "Great to know that all powerful, all loving beings, are capable of being spiteful and vindictive." He'd smile sarcastically. "We're in safe hands."

"But yes. Don't speak for the rest of them, just myself, as I said and you clearly didn't hear. Instead of withdrawing all support for Tarn and the Desert, over the words of one volunteer visitor- Why not..." He'd give a long drawn out pause, before shrugging.

"You could instead direct anger at just myself, as would be warranted. Damn." He'd say with a light chuckle.
(Agrellite Avinsin)


Elior has picked up 20 Pulsites.
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Elior says, "I guess.. amada.. did not wish to help.. understandable.. sorry for my rudness.. "
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At this point, Tielle was feeling a little ill, and dizzy. She takes a gulp of breathed in air but it wasn't even enough. Not because of Ladis withdrawing support, or the idea that more terror would befall the valley: she was not a forward thinker like that. She truly is afraid that Agrellite would get struck down, and she can do nothing.

She didn't even know up from down anymore as she watched Balin finally approach Niah with killing intent. Finally, finally...
(Tielle)

LOOC - Akvo Glacio: (Im confused Elior?
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LOOC - Elior: (( i did a rp trying to summon amada with twenty pulsite
LOOC - Elior: (( but it did not work i think
LOOC - Akvo Glacio: (O_O WHy would that work?
The grapes have, with all alacrity, gone absolutely sour. An immediate execution without rendering judgement at the hands of the arbiter, and someone with absolute obstinacy committing to his mouthing off. Gerholdt shouldn't haev been surprised. This was exactly everything wrong with crowds.

The smithy didn't want anything to do with it; his eyes start looking about him for any sources of egress he could take. "Gods-damnit." He could raise his voice, try to holler above the crowd to call for some modicum of order. But what could he do?

Would his cries even be ignored if he tried to make a din over the crowd? No, but... there was something.

Copper, copper, iron. A simple enough recipe to make something that could do some resounding.

Working with his hands towards some ridiculous improvisation, Gerholdt reaches into his pockets and pulls out some chunks of ore. Through magmatic manipulation, superheating ore to metal, the smithy manages to forge some Bellmetal with his hands alone.

A hollow shell of rotund, resonant metal. With hammer in hand, the smithy reaches up, looks contemptuously to the heap of disarray, and SLAMS the improvised bellmetal implement as hard as he possibly can.

GONG!

A resounding blare of strident, brassy sound fills the air, perhaps even to try and prevent Balin from doing his work before he finishes it. If everybody was going to make some noise, he would at least try to make his the loudest. Deafen the crowd some, and let them quiet down in effect.
(Gerholdt)

Gerholdt has dropped 20 Copper Ores.
Gerholdt has dropped 10 Iron Ores.
LOOC - Gerholdt: (consigning those ores to oblivion
LOOC - Elior: (( a worthy sacrifice
LOOC - Elior: (( or offering
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LOOC - Felsen Skarn: (I... entirely forgot I had that open. My b.)
LOOC - Niah: (ill let balin react to gerholdt if he'd like before niah's rp
The Aiphe is rather commited to his actions.

While hearing the sound of the hollow sound, and the slamming upon the bellmetal..

Unless physically stopped, Balin would continue to try to thrust the ice swords through Niah's brain and heart.
(Balin Xiv Sketch)

What was... the heck? Why is Balin ... and what in blazes was?

Confused?

Sometimes we all are. It is at these moment that one lets their instincts kick in, instead of training.

He was the closest as well, when he suddenly leaps in the flank of Balin, and performs a quick to kick backs, not to hurt, but to push away, then the tail aimed to attempt to stop him...

"Wait... what are you doing..."
(Akvo Glacio)

OOC - [Mod] zealot: i think i have to take down a plate and, uhh, get some water
LOOC - Niah: (akvo is stopping balin, so ill rp niah's reaction after balin's
LOOC - Niah: (however,
LOOC - Niah: (narrate
"Perhaps the ignorant have been left behind intentionally..." Ladis said with some thought. She was no longer speaking to Agrellite, but instead moving on. As he continued to call out to her, she moved passed the Hysen to collect the gem that had been lost.

When her strange feathery digits made contact with the gem itself, Arianne felt a flash surge through her body, one that would be known only to her.

Agrellite was suddenly struck by a burst of sand, enough of a jet stream of dust that wasn't exactly harmful, but did fill his mouth up enough that he'd have to cough it out before he could continue his speech.

"Continue your singing, young one." Ladis chimed as her eyes found Felsen's once more. Was it an answer to his question, or was it just Her way of saying farewell?

Sand began to fall from the top of the dome until it rained down in a dusty cloud across the streets, the tents, the rooftops and the people. Again, like Agrellite, it wasn't painful or damaging, but it was enough to cause coughing fits and sneezes, enough to get into the nooks and crannies of clothing to make it all that more uncomfortable.

And once the sun was out again and the people had wiped their eyes to see, Ladis was gone along with her music and her servants. And upon the ground near Balin's feet laid Niah, executed without so much as a cry for help.

LOOC - Niah: (ignore the part about Niah(
Arianne Martinet has picked up 20 Copper Ores.
Arianne Martinet has picked up 10 Iron Ores.
LOOC - Niah: (apologies
LOOC - Niah: (i wrote that TOO SOON
LOOC - Arianne Martinet: (--wait what
LOOC - Reeve Levante: (i can't believe ladis just killstole)
LOOC - Tielle: (haha
LOOC - Tielle: (she has determined reality
(Ignore the last line. Niah is alive thanks to Akvo, currently.)

LOOC - Elior: (( lol reality bends!
LOOC - Felsen Skarn: (Dragonbreak event.)
LOOC - Elior: (( i really like the sprite of lads though
LOOC - Elior: (( ladis*
"Making the call."

Balin would say, as the kick would be sent to push the self proclaimed god away.

"My belief never changed. We talked to Ladis. Ladis said she did not wish to see her alive. That was her choice."

"My call has always been the same. If Ladis did not wish to take Niah back, I'd judge. I've judged. Arianne's judged. Others have judged. I'm killing her."

"It's just a shame that people would rather discard additional help for our future, rather then make it quick."

Again, the self proclaimed god of storms would turn, going to strike down Niah. Further interuption, would be met with /injury inducing/ force.
(Balin Xiv Sketch)

Akvo Glacio has rolled a 6-sided die. It came up as 1.
Reeve's not particularly enthused by the thought of bloodshed, but she was clearly behind Balin on this all the same. After all, before Balin even moved to execute the bandit, the other Aiphe had floated the idea of just letting Niah drink poison.

A relatively peaceful choice for freedom rather than an execution, yes - but with the same results.

But Balin had made his move, and Reeve wouldn't move to stop him. Heck - she actually /couldn't/, really.
(Reeve Levante)

Agrellite narrowed his eyes at the Spirit as its attention turned away from him with the passing comment. He thought on it for a moment, about to speak up when suddenly he he was stuck with sand... Rendering him silent by it in turn. Going into a coughing fit, he'd eventually manage to spit out all of the sand. Well, most of it at least. Sand was rough, course, it got everywhere. Agrellite hated it.

Brushing off his clothing and his hair, he'd shake his head and mutter lightly under his breath. "Bah. Spirits..." He'd mutter dismissively. This was the second time he'd met one, and he found himself equally disliking this one as he did the last.

Turning back to the crowd, he'd pay no attention to Balins attempts to kill Niah. The Architect truly didn't much care what her fate was, he just didn't like putting the matter in the Spirits hands. Giving a heavy sigh, he'd motion to himself and speak up.

"Right. So I saw that as valid complaints being raised. Clearly it and you guys disagreed, and I may've royally screwed our safety going forwaaard..." Agrellite said before trailing off, cringing and giving a light wince. "So. Slap on the wrist, loss of a limb, exile, execution- What am I looking at here?" Agrellite couldn't help but ask, understanding that perhaps he'd jumped the crossbow. Again.
(Agrellite Avinsin)

Arianne Martinet has rolled a 20-sided die. It came up as 1.
Elior says, "I-i''m going back to nalian as.. my attempts.. of.. helping did not work.. and probably made things.. a bit worse or just bad. apologies if i did.. i'm.. going back now.. take.. care.. but may she rest.. in the afterlife hopefully free of.. wicked ntent.."
LOOC - Felsen Skarn: (Agrellite Anakinsin)
LOOC - Elior: (( from my perspective the spirits are evil he proclaimed to kenobi
LOOC - Agrellite Avinsin: (Damn it, should've gone with that as my surname)
Turns out the bell gong wasn't doing much to address the chaos. The suffocating cloak of sand comes and goes as it does, and Gerholdt has to waft his hand over the sand to try and keep it from getting in his eyes.

He sees Niah, a fellow Rajen, on her last legs -- her fate was an inevitable thing. But the smithy, less so to his own people but moreso as a matter of course, Gerholdt treads ahead. He appears to be moving to stop Balin - initially, anyway.

But he knows the Aiphe can't be swayed, and better yet, he knows that the Aiphe is right regardless. Niah was unrepentant, and as afraid as she was going to be facing her oncoming doom. "Lass..." He approaches, kneels down, and...

He offers a flask of ale. "Let her have a swig first, Balin." He turns over to Niah, then. "Here. At least to see ye through a comfy journey wherever it is yer headed."
(Gerholdt)

LOOC - Felsen Skarn: (THEN YOU ARE ELIOST.)
If there was something that could make a berserker snap, is someone who reacts to hi without a brief thought. Balin did not stop and he felt this was being done a bit hastily.

Were they killing Niah then? It still felt off. But it wasn't like he had any particular reason to defend Niah. He felt Balin was judging to quickly, but this was, again, out of his jurisdiction.

He uses the mementu of the tail to crack the wind, slapping himself out of the way.

"Don't regret it..."

Are his last words as he allows whatever killing force to befall Niah.

(Akvo Glacio)

LOOC - Elior: (( Eliost? XD
Dario Agamem says, "...Wise choice..."
Elior says, "May.. i pass please?"
The Martinet keeps her head partially bent, daring to look up at the spirit as she reaches down to pluck the gemstone from her hand. It's given with reluctance. Perhaps Ladis has peered into her heretical heart and sensed it, because the Vaien -feels- something go through her.

Then she also hears a loud ringing gong noise right behind her that goes through her ears instead. Arianne's head and heart reel.

She stands. Dazed, disoriented, and wobbling like a willow in a thunderstorm. Temporarily deafened (and off balance besides from spirits-knows-what), she hears nothing of the commotion behind her.
(Arianne Martinet)

EXP Gain: [(313.5*1)+0=313.5]
Elior says, "I..wish to pass.. and go please.. i don't wish to stay for now.."

The surprise and sudden 'mercy' that would have ended her life was instead met with a very much /alive/ and shocked expression from the bandit. Somehow she didn't expect to die at the hands of Balin, and yet, covered in sand along with the rest of Tarn, Niah somehow let herself believe they'd stop him.

And then she was instead offered a final drink from another Rajen who had questioned her motives and actions.

It was accepted in bitter silence without even a thank you, and with Ladis' departure, Niah's resolve returned even if her limbs still held a slight tremble.

She stood to face Balin and then said, "A shouldn't take commands from others."
(Niah)

Tielle shouts as she sees a torrent of sand hurtle toward Agrellite, and Tielle scrambles across the steps to just barely get out of the way, blinded by it all.

Yet when she opens her eyes, Agrellite is... alright? And you know what, that is one point in Ladis' favour.

"Every Spirit holds their own domain, Balin," she spits out a heap of sand, "If you follow Ladis, that just makes you a lesser spirit!" Bold words.

With Niah's incoming execution, she has no further action to take here.

Tielle wanted... she wasn't sure what she wanted. This is justice, but she still thinks of Ladis' wrath. In Tielle's eyes, Ladis made a grave wrongdoing. The bird kept in the nest far too long until it grew feral.
(Tielle)