Classic-Castle Roleplay: August

[Jack Craft]

location: at sea, grid P-14

Lord Barbod led the group into the captain's cabin, and lit the small oil lamps on the center table. Flickering shadows appeared on the walls, outlined in pale yellowish light. Gerrik drew several mugs of sharpish-smelling ale from a firkin beneath the chart rack, and handed them around the table, while a loaf and a pot of pickles were set out.

"Now, stranger," Barbod said, "tell us who you are and how you came to be so far out to sea..."

Jack grinned at the Bull Lord, beginning to realize that this was no simple ship's captain he faced. In answer, he quickly sorted through his pack once more, and set a reddish bottle onto the table with something of a theatrical flourish.

"Ah, soon enough, your captainship. Firstly, my gratitude for your rescue-- a bottle of tokay from the private store of Captain Faraday, my former employer. I think you'll find it as fine a vintage as ever came out of Grenwold..."

* * *

"... but try as he would, that bishop still couldn't find where his robes were hidden!"

Several hours later, only one of the smokey little lamps was still sputtering, and Lovana and the Lone Falcon could barely keep their eyes open. Jack seemed to have a collection of anecdotes more varied than a bard's, and a way of telling them that had already caused Lord Barbod's sides to ache with laughter. Still, he hadn't yet answered the question of his predicament, and the Lone Ranger was finally the one to broach the question.

"Well told, well told. But you still haven't explained to us how you came to be out a sea in such a small craft."

"Ah. I were getting that way, yes, indeed. Well, after what had happened with the bishop-- and what with the cost of replacing the beehives and all-- I says to myself, I says, 'Jack-me-lad, it's as sure as green apples that you were never meant to be a man of the cloth. Must be a sailor's life you've been working towards.' So since Port Armatige was only a short days journey to the south, I lit out that very day."

The Lone Falcon's eyes had begin to glaze over, but he managed to pull himself awake.

"To make a long story short..."

"That'll be a change," muttered Gerrik.

"... when I got to Armatige I signed on with the Cosark, as a Jack Tar. Ooof! Worst two months of my life, Lord Barbod! Well, maybe not as bad as the time I worked in an abattoir, but still. I tells Captain Faraday that I've had enough, but he won't even hear of it. So two nights ago I decided to take an early retirement-- put together a coracle from the scraps in the carpenter's stores, helped me self to a few dainties from the captain's private stock, and over I went!"

"You risked your life at sea in a... wicker basket?" Lovana gaped, "all because you were tired of being a sailor?"

"Well, Mi'lady, I wouldn't have put it at such a risk as that. I learned to weave those coracles as a forester, and were always pretty fair at it." He scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Still, they did work a measure better in a forest stream than an ocean."

He grinned and finished off the last of the pickles, while the others glanced at each other, uncertain what to make of this odd newcomer. Jack's demeanor suddenly veered off into serious territory, and he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"Now fair trade, then, your Lordship. I've spun my tale and then some, and I'd know a bit about my hosts. You've an interesting crew here, and I'd hear the particulars on that, if you've a mind."

[The Green Knight]

"My hair!!!!!" Targon screamed. And without a second thought he threw himself into the water. It was a very stupid thing to do. He couldn't swim and his heavy armor took him right under.

Straight down to the depths he went and all he could think was how this was all Bargon's fault.

Grid: D-16
Location: Underwater.

Targon was mad. A strange feeling for a man about to die. He wasn't panicking or even facing death with bravery. He was going down sulking and blaming everyone else for his sure demise.

First and most obviously there was Bargon. Then there was that bald pirate and the idiot dragon. It was the pirates fault for throwing Targon's helmet through the ship and upsetting the dragon. It was the dragon's fault because he didn't have enough sense to keep from setting Targon's hair ablaze. Then there was Caimlin. It was his fault because...... Wait a minute. Targon reached into his pocket and brought out the little, dark green, stone. He rubbed it furiously hoping beyond hope that it would work.

It didn't.

Nothing at all happened. "Figures Caimlin would give me a broken magic rock." He thought to himself.
He stuffed the rock back in his pocket began to sulk again.

"What an unjust world this is" Targon thought. "that I should die without having the satisfaction of seeing my brother go first."

Fortunately for Targon he had taken a large breath before the plunge and though much of it was already used up, he did have some left when he hit the shoals that the ship was resting on. Strangely, it didn't feel like he thought shoals would feel.

He looked down at it..... It wasn't a shoal.

Suddenly it moved. Forward and then up. Targon was bowled over by the rushing water but managed to hold on to a crevice in the creature's shell It was a sea turtle. A giant sea turtle. Before Targon knew it the turtle broke the surface and it was only then that he saw the chaos which had ensued.

[Formendacil]

Grid: D-16
Location: Aboard the Bombardier

Kendo crawled off the Bombardier, and onto his own vessel, to watch the battle from a safer distance.

He looked down at it..... It wasn't a shoal.

Suddenly it moved. Forward and then up. Targon was bowled over by the rushing water but managed to hold on to a crevice in the creature's shell It was a sea turtle. A giant sea turtle. Before Targon knew it the turtle broke the surface and it was only then that he saw the chaos which had ensued.

Kendo made it back to his flagship just before the battle was thrown into even greater anarchy as the giant sea turtle reared up, creating massive waves, and rocking the entire pirate fleet. The Bombardier, caught as it was at the very centre of the disruption, not only rocked and lurched, but was literally thrown into the air, and landed farther off in the water, with an enormous splash.

Everyone on deck was thrown off their feet, even the Sorceror-king. Several men, samurai, Dragon Masters, and sailors were thrown over the sides. The Sorceror-king was the first to regain his feet. His green fire-wreathed was instantly busy, as he attacked the unprepared enemy.

Having lost sight of their leader, thinking the turtle some magic of the Sorceror-king, and cut off from reinforcements by the movement of the ship, the samurai lost heart, and the Dragon Masters and sailors soon drove them off the Bombardier, or else killed them. Those who survived swam away to Kendo, and soon the remnant of the pirate's fleet was sailing away.

No longer concerned with the pirates, the Sorceror-king turned to Captain Broadside.

"Have your men start bailing!" he ordered. "We shipped a lot of water in that jump. Have the dead thrown over the sides, and get the wounded treated. Sergeant Targon!"

The Sergeant didn't answer. The Sorceror-king turned to one of the Dragon Master corporals.

"Inspect the men, find out how many we lost, and see if you can find Targon. Then help the sailors bail out and repair the ship." The corporal nodded. The Sorceror-king turned back to Broadside.

"Lower the boats," he said. "Send some of the sailors around to find anyone who may have fallen off." Captain Broadside nodded, and began to give orders.

Only then did the Sorceror-king sheath his sword, and return to the poop deck.

EDITED to fix the first quote.

[Daimyo]

Gereld stood about, the delegates waiting for his deliberation. His standing as Radjar's defense was, in example, a leap of faith.
"Delegates of the Forest kingdom," he started, "We come here today to put on trial the innocent being of Radjar Kath, for crimes he did not commit, but the raptured tendrils of his troubled mind."
"Objection," came a voice from the other side of the room. "Defense is bending the evidence."
It was Searil Chordate.
"Overruled," shot back Bjarn.
"May this trial go in accordance to Kath's status. End monologue." Gereld sat back down.
"The prosecution may begin," Bjarn noted.
"Thank you, your lordship. Forestdweller people! We have gathered on this fateful day, to give the punishment to the purveyor and deliverer of heinous crimes, Radjar Kath! On his hands he holds the blood of twelve people, and the sword of unholiness!"
At Searil's mention on what the forestdwellers gathered for, the Dark Forest delegates grew uneasy. The chamber felt as if it may break into all-out war between Dark Forest and Forestmen, and all of the people fingered their weapons uneasily.
"May he be damned to the depths of Megablocks!" Searil exclaimed, fire in his eyes. "End monologue! I call my first witness, Ferel Halfpad, to the stand!"
Halfpad, dressed in full uniform, his gray stubble neatly shaved, stepped up to the box in which the witnesses sat.
"Sergeant Halfpad, you are known to be a presence on the patrols around Delvardan Gard swamp, is this not true?"
"It is true, indeed yes." Halfpad replied.
"You were on lance command of the training platoon, is that correct?"
"It is, sir."
"Then you were attacked by Radjar Kath?"
"Yes... He came bounding at us, with a darkness in his eyes, and a look of rage on his face. Before we knew it, he had killed three of our men!"
"Which men were killed first?"
"Well, first he went after Corporal Gander, he was asking him who he was... then he just attacked him, cut him in half!" at this moment, Halfpad shuddered. "Then, Vlepus shot at him... He hit him, but it was as if he felt no pain! he just went on, then Xledt, his brother, attacked. He... he... he killed Keira as she was on the ground..."
Gladwheel shot a vengeful look at Radjar. Radjar turned back, his face lined with surpise.
"I can't go on..." Halfpad shivered.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

the below post compiles the events of the trial Radjar Kath in chronological order


The Drullen Council Dome was set on top of Drullen Bell Keep, and was windowless except for a large hole the penetrated the center of the domed ceiling. Radjar, who was standing the center of the room where the accuses always was located, could see the blue sky though hole. How he wished he could be free of his curse so he might actually walk free knowing that no innocent victim would be killed by his uncontrollable wrath. Now, bound in chains, he was more than helpless.

Before the emissaries and nobles from every province of Forest nation, shackled and dressed in rags, stood Radjar Kath, and behind him, General Gereld Vos. The only Forestman supporter of Radjar was Bella Turnleaf, who knew Radjar's illness by her druidic powers. The future looked grim.
"Radjar Kath, you are brought before here today to be sentenced for your crimes against our kingdom." bellowed Bjarn, almost regretfully. "May Chodan have mercy on your soul."
The dignitaries and ambassadors gathered. It would be a long day.

Delegates from Dark Forest lined one side of the round room, Forestmen the other. The Lone two Wolfpack members stood in the corner, their faces obscured, only their faction's insignia visible. They were, in fact, unnoticed by many, save Bjarn, who eyed them keenly. Another figure that stood out in the crowd was Searil Chordate, the legendary vampire-hunter.

Gereld Vos laid a hand on Radjar's shoulder, and exited the circle, leaving Radjar alone in the prisoner circle. Escape was impossible.

Bjarn stopped eying the Wolfpack delegates and stepped up onto the podium. "Radjar Kath, you are brought before here today to be sentenced for your crimes against our kingdom." bellowed Bjarn, almost regretfully. "May Chodan have mercy on your soul."

Bjarn was not judge or jury, as the Leader of the League of Forestmen his duty was speaker only.

"Radjar Kath, leader of the Dark Forest Faction, you are accused of following crimes; the murder of Forestman Alec Wiles, the murder of Forestwoman Shasha MacDurmond, the murder of Forestman Cedric Corm, the muder of Forestman Vlepus Danmt, the murder of Forestman Xled Danmt, the murder of Forestman Gregory Scrept, the murder of Forestwoman Fina Felpengurber, the murder of Forestwoman Keira Gladwheel-" at this Officer Gladwheel stiffened, Keira was his daughter "-the murder of Forestman Philes Wodder, the murder of Forestman Jeb Formifil, the murder of Forestman Don Goodwork, and the murder of Forestman Jled Gander."

Radjar visibly sagged.

"The prosecution may begin," Bjarn noted.

"Thank you, your lordship. Forestdweller people! We have gathered on this fateful day, to give the punishment to the purveyor and deliverer of heinous crimes, Radjar Kath! On his hands he holds the blood of twelve people, and the sword of unholiness!" cried Searil, jumping up.

"Objection," cried Gerald. "Prosecution is bending the evidence."

"Overruled," shot back Bjarn.

At Searil's mention on what the Forestdwellers gathered for, the Dark Forest delegates grew uneasy. The chamber felt as if it may break into all-out war between Dark Forest and Forestmen, and all of the people fingered their weapons uneasily.

"May he be damned to the depths of Megablocks!" Searil exclaimed, fire in his eyes. "End monologue! I call my first witness, Ferel Halfpad, to the stand!"

Halfpad, dressed in full uniform, his gray stubble neatly shaved, stepped up to the box in which the witnesses sat.

"Sergeant Halfpad, you are known to be a presence on the patrols around Delvardan Gard swamp, is this not true?"
"It is true, indeed yes." Halfpad replied.

"You were on lance command of the training platoon, is that correct?"

"It is, sir."

"Then you were attacked by Radjar Kath?"

"Yes... He came bounding at us, with a darkness in his eyes, and a look of rage on his face. Before we knew it, he had killed three of our men!"
"Which men were killed first?"

"Well, first he went after Corporal Gander, he was asking him who he was... then he just attacked him, cut him in half!" at this moment, Halfpad shuddered. "Then, Vlepus shot at him... He hit him, but it was as if he felt no pain! he just went on, then Xledt, his brother, attacked. He... he... he killed Keira as she was on the ground..."

Gladwheel shot a vengeful look at Radjar. Radjar turned back, his face lined with surpise.

"I can't go on..." Halfpad shivered.

Gereld stood about, the delegates waiting for his deliberation. His standing as Radjar's defense was, in example, a leap of faith.

"Delegates of the Forest kingdom," he started, "I say to you that Radjar Kath is innocent of crimes he did not commit, for the raptured tendrils of his troubled mind were insted the cause of his actions."

"You claim he suffered from temporary insanity?" snorted Bjarn.

"YES! I am possessed, I am a vampire!" shouted Radjar.

Silence.

Radjar explained...

[Daimyo]

Radjar explained.
"A few months ago, I was in the Black Knight city of Mar Tache. While there, we encountered the Wolfpack, as well as a mysterious band of hooded assailants. I was struck down by a blow from one of their weapons. I awoke shortly after, far away in the Knight's Kingdom. I had a scar, that, at first, I thought was simply normal. However, it held a shadow power far beyond what I had expected."
The chamber was in silence, and Searil looked at Radjar like he was a madman.
"I returned home, and had no encounters with the scar until one night, when it seemed it's power was at some sort of peak. I sprouted fangs, adn in the morning, they disappeared. At the Daggerfall fortress, I transformed when my powers seemed strongest. I was transformed into a great tiger, with incredible strength."
He continued.
"I have had several instances where the scar's powers have taken over my mental state."

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

Radjar explained.
"I returned home, and had no encounters with the scar until one night, when it seemed it's power was at some sort of peak. I sprouted fangs, adn in the morning, they disappeared. At the Daggerfall fortress, I transformed when my powers seemed strongest. I was transformed into a great tiger, with incredible strength."
He continued.
"I have had several instances where the scar's powers have taken over my mental state."

M-8
Drullen Council Dome

Radjar paused for a few seconds and glanced about. He saw looks on people's faces ranging from fear to anger to disgust and many were whispering to one another. Radjar could just barely hear someone say, "Shouldn't he be locked up in a cage?"

"Order, there will be order!" bellowed Bjarn from the podeum, and the crowds fell silent.

"Radjar Kath...Are you aware of anyway you could rid yourself of this...afliction?" queried Bjarn.

"No."

Bjarn scanned the crowded of delegates and asked "Is there one among you who knows a remedie to rid this Radjar Kath of the vampire demon?"

"Death!" snarled Searil, the vampire-hunting elf, "Death is the only way to rid ourselves of this evil filth!" Searil spat, he spittle smearing across Radjar's face.

"Enough!" commanded Bjarn, "Anymore of the behaivor and you will be removed from the Dome!"

Searil sat back down and wiped his mouth, scowling.

"M'Lord?" asked a female voice, "I may have a solution..."

The speaker rose. She was Bella Turnleaf.

[The Green Knight]

"Lower the boats," he said. "Send some of the sailors around to find anyone who may have fallen off." Captain Broadside nodded, and began to give orders.

Only then did the Sorceror-king sheath his sword, and return to the poop deck.

Grid: D-16
Location: Aboard the sea turtle.

Targon was amazed. Somehow he had miraculously stayed on the sea turtle. This may have had something
to do with his death grip on the shell but that wasn't important. What had really amazed him was how no one on the Bombardier could see him waving. He had caught his breath only a few minutes ago. Just in time to see the final battle on the ship and the pirates retreat. Now the turtle was swimming out to sea and right past the Bombardier. Targon waved and yelled but no one was looking in that direction.

Then something else happened. The turtle began to sink. No, it wasn't sinking it was diving.

"Oh no. NO. Don't you do that. YOU DO NOT DO THAT."

But the Turtle was't listening to Targon and so it continued to dive. Franticly Targon looked around. There was a barrel floating just to the side of the turtle. Quickly Targon slid down the shell and jumped for it. Well, he grabbed the barrel, but grabbing a barrel and hanging on to a barrel are two different things.

Finally, after much splashing and such Targon found that the Bombardier had seen him. A rope was lowered and in no time the soggy sergeant was standing on deck. Well, Targon was over being amazed. His battle with the barrel had cured him of that. Now he was mad. No, not mad, furious. Targon didn't rant and rave very often but when he did it was something to see.

"Billions of Blistering Blue Barnacles, what was that all about? Are you all 'fly jumping' blind? I could've been setting off fire-works and you wouldn't have seen me! And what were you doing when I was knocked overboard? I'm down there drowning yer all twiddle'n yer thumbs! Then you go and wake up that giant sea monster which I have to fight off with my own two hands! And instead of thanks fer saving yer skins....."

Targon paused, looking around at all the blank stares.

"And what in the name Jawbone Pete are you all starin' at?"

"Um." said one of the braver soldiers "Your hair sir."

Targon reached up to his head. He was bald. He still had his eyebrows and beard but his head was as bare as a cannon ball.

"Oooooooh I'm gonna rip that dragons head off! And then... I'm gonna stick it back on and rip it off agai..."

It was then that Targon noticed the Sorceror King. He was coming down from the poop deck.

"My lord." said Targon, saluting crisply. "I was just informing the crew as to the dangers of sea warfare... and... such. By the way there's a helmet sized hole in the port side of the hull... Just in case you didn't know."

[The Green Knight]

Grid: G-10
Location: the dungeons of the Fire Breathing Fortress.

"If I were you" said Bargon I'd "I'd go get Del Grakken or possibly Caimlin."

Stupid and Stupider looked at each other and then, at the same time, ran off to get help.

It wasn't long before Caimlin walked into the dungeon.

"All right Bargon," He said angrily. "What's this all about?"

"Caimlin?" Bargon said in response. "Couldn't you find Del Grakken?"

"Del Grakken is busy." said Caimlin.

"Oh I see, and you were just lazing around huh?"

"Do you have something to say or not?"

"Ah, yes. How good of you to bring that up. I am appealing to Lord Void."

"Really? What makes you think so?"

"What?"

"What makes you think that Lord Void would find you appealing?"

"No I mean I am giving an appeal to him."

"Oh. Well sorry, but you just missed him."

"Really? Well, I guess I'll just have to wait 'til he gets back."

"Yeah, only you'll be dead by then. What a shame."

"I don't think so Caimlin. You see the rule is: If a man makes an apeal to Lord Void he must see Lord Void. Can't very well see him if I'm dead now can I?"

"Is that really the rule?" Caimlin asked the guards.

"Yep that's it exactly." Said Stupider.

Caimlin was silent for a while and then spoke. "All right Bargon, you can see Lord Void. But I'm on to you. When Lord Void gets back you won't be able to buy anymore time, and you're gonna wish you hadn't appealed." Caimlin walked to the door and then turned back "Oh, and one more thing, don't call me Caimlin."

As Caimlin walked up the stairs Bargon smiled to himself. He had just bought himself weeks and maybe years of time. His smile faded, however, with Stupid's next remark.

"Eat up Rat. You wont always be getting this kind of a quality meal."

On the other hand he might not be able to live another few weeks in these conditions.
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Meanwhile Caimlin had arrived back at his work site. The pens were compleated and the rest of the wood would be stored by sundown. Maybe it was time to teleharm Lord Void.

[The Green Knight]

Grid H-10
Location… Somewhere in the Neverwood the forest.

"I will give you an answer Marus but only if you swear to help me destroy the dragon. It's really a terrific secret you see, one that few on earth except for me know. You see, there are many things that I detest. I detest knights. I detest Dragon Masters. I hate dragons and most of all I hate dragon blood.
These things I detest for a reason, and in this secret you will hear exactly why I detest them. But first you must swear."

Marus' interest was peaked now. He himself was a man driven by hatred. A hatred for dragons that came from the time that a dragon had given him his scar. "I swear." he said "By the crest of the dragon."

But whether he meant it or whether he said it in treachery Gib could not tell...

A long time ago in a town named Glestol, some miles east of here, there lived two boys named Rigger Belphinigib and Dacker Colagart. Rigger and Dacker were best friends, born in the same month even. Both their fathers were in the service of the King. Knights they were, but not for long. When the boys were only five years old there was an attempt on the Kings life. Sir Manus Belphinigib and Sir Quasby Colagart were among those killed saving the king's life. The knights were honored for their sacrifice but no amount of honors could return what the boys wanted most. Their fathers.

That was when they started to resent knights. After all if their fathers had been craftsmen or something they would still be alive. So it was that when the time came that they should enlist, they were nowhere to be found. They had escaped into the neverwood. The wood was more dangerous then but it was not the first time the two had ventured in. Two years they stayed there and their life was better and more free then any other man's.

Then came the fateful day with the dragon... I suppose I should tell you now that I was Rigger Belphinigib. Though I haven't gone by that name in a long while. While we were in the forest we went by our last names. I was Belphinigib, Gib for short. And Dacker... Dacker was Gart.

Anyway the day the dragon attacked started out like any other day. Gart and me started out from the castle in the morning. There were always new things to do in the forest. Paths to discover, creatures to befriend or avoid, tree traps to study and all kinds of other things to do and see. It was about mid-day when we reached the clearing. We had been there before but that day there was something different. Dragon tracks. We didn't recognize them of course, we had never seen a dragon. You see there were no dragons in our woods which makes sense because with all the fire they blow they're better suited for places without trees.

But for some reason there was a dragon that day, and I believe he was watching us as we traced his tracks to the edge of the clearing where he waited. Then he attacked us. He used his tail, not bothering to waste his breath on two unarmed humans.

The first blow knocked the wind out of me and sent me flying. When I finally got my feet I saw Gart. The dragon had him in his teeth. Furiously I charged the dragon. I only had my staff but I knew that most creatures could be hurt in the nose and I drove the staff up it's nostril with all the force I could muster. The dragon jerked back in pain, dropping Gart and breaking the staff as he did so. The dragon scratched at the stump, trying desperately to get it out. But I wasn't paying attention by then. Even as the dragon flew off I was seeing to my friend. His wounds were terrible but he was alive. I was relieved then but now...

Now I wonder if he would have been better dead.

[Formendacil]

Grid: D-16
Location: Aboard the Bombardier

It was then that Targon noticed the Sorceror King. He was coming down from the poop deck.

"My lord." said Targon, saluting crisply. "I was just informing the crew as to the dangers of sea warfare... and... such. By the way there's a helmet sized hole in the port side of the hull... Just in case you didn't know."

The Sorceror-king had heard all of Targon tirade. There wasn't a man on the ship who hadn't. But Targon and his hair was not foremost on his mind. Behind him stood the corporal he had assigned the duties to.

"Sergeant," he said to Targon crisply, "stop wasting your breath and get the hole repaired. This is no time to sink the ship. Corporal, before the sergeant leaves, please recite again in Sergeant Targon's presence, what you just told me." The corporal paled, but nodded.

"All but three of our soldiers have been accounted for," he said, a little shakily. "Five men are dead, and another twenty-seven are currently unfit for action. An additional hundred twenty men have sustained moderate injuries."

"And the three missing men...." prompted the Sorceror-king.

"Must be dead, and laying on the bottom of the ocean, sire," replied the corporal.

"Only one is," snapped the Sorceror-king. "But not having magic, I suppose you can't be expected to know that. The other two have deserted. They've struck out for shore, no doubt hoping to find a place in the Dragon Master colony." He turned to face Targon directly.

"As soon as you have informed the sailors of the breach in the hull, you will take twenty of your fittest soldiers ashore in the longboat, and find the deserters. Be back here by dawn tomorrow." Targon nodded, and turned to go.

"Oh, and sergeant" -Targon turned around- "don't try to desert yourself. I should be MOST displeased if I had to come ashore."

[sith35]

M-8
Outside the Drullen Council Dome

Approaching the large doors, he greeted the guards. "Forestmen, I am Graygon from the Wolfpack. I wish to attend the trial." Graygon siad.


The trip was long, first to home and getting everything in order. Then all the way to the heart of the Forestmen realm to see how Bjarn was doing.

Just days before I was home, I saw my mother and my friends that I missed so much. Also saw the Wolfpack begin to rebuild what was almost destroyed. In that short time he began to wonder about his new friends, about how Bjarn was adjusting, and about what has happened to Reno.

That is what has brought me to now. Willem knew that I would not be staying long, he had already had a horse waiting when I approached him that day. Now I am approaching the doors to a trial that could very well start another war, a war that could compare to the last. I just hope that Bjarn is doing well.

[the_great_one]

Grid N10 - coming to Drullen Keep.

The next two days were long. The 3 did not stop to rest, only when they were hiding from the crusaders. Aros lead, as he knew the way to The ForestKingdom.

The first thing Reno saw was two great trees, with carvings in them.
Dieran Oakleave - leader King
Teira SmoothTaker - Leader Prince

The trees chronicled all of the Leaders in the history of the Forestmen.
The trees loomed higher than any other trees reno had ever seen.
Three arrows hit the ground in front of Reno
"Halt!" A voice came.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

"M'Lord?" asked a female voice, "I may have a solution..."

The speaker rose. She was Bella Turnleaf.

"M'lord..." she continued, "Us Druids of old know of a way to rid this poor sufferer of the demon within...but...it is painful...and not always succesfull..."

The Drullen Council murmured among themselves for a few minutes, and then one rose and whispered something in Bjarn's ear.

"The Council has decided!" bellowed Bjarn, "Bella Turnleaf will attempt to rid Radjar Kath of this vampire demon as soon as possible. If she is succesful, all charges will be dropped. However, if the procedure fails, Radjar Kath will be executed at dawn. The court is ajourned."

The dome began to empty, and Bjarn approached Bella. "How soon can you preform the procedure?"

"Midnight..."

[Daimyo]

Midnight. The toll of the great Tree-Bell struck with a thunderous crash, and the druids lay Radjar across a treestump in the druid's chamber. Carved on it was a pentagram. The took ropes and bound Radjar to the stump, and he looked about the room worriedly. As soon as he'd been pinned to the stump, a little giggle was let out by the women in the room, but Bella sternly silenced it.
"Radjar... This is an extremely difficult procedure. It has been used by the Knight's Clerics for many centuries... Yet it is a dangerous gambit."
Radjar nodded.
"It is called an excorsism."
All around the room, Bjarn, Graygon, Searil, and others stood warily. Bjarn looked firm, but he could see worry in his face, and Graygon stood ready for a fight. Searil as well looked wary.
"May Chodan guide you." Bella said, trembling.
She rose her staff, and the other druids did so.
The presence of evil was throughout the air of the chamber. As Bella began to recite the chant, the candles flickered, and an eerie breeze whipped through. Radjar began to lift his head. He was fearful as ever...
Suddenly it jerked down again, a swift, painful jerk. Radjar vomited blood, and began to convulse.
"Tyco..." Bella muttered under her breath.
Radjar flopped about like a fish out of water.
"You're going to bloody kill him!" Searil yelled, and grabbed the staff out of Bella's hands. He began to say the words, in the KK language.
"Mortisai dominae exilus..." he yelled.
Radjar's head jerked upwards, roaring in an inhuman voice, his eyes red on black, his fangs gnashing.
"LET GO OF ME, MORTAL!" Radjar cried.
"GO BACK TO Megablocks, DEMON!" Searil screamed back.
"I'LL LAY YOUR SOUL BARE!" the demon threatened. Searil didn't flinch.
"GO BACK TO Megablocks!" he ordered.
Radjar fell back, and the twisted, hellish apparition of a demon vomited forth form Radjar. It looked at Searil, and shot at him. Searil stood as he was, unfazed. Radjar sat up. The ropes fell off, and he said nothing. Searil turned to face him, and without a word, pulled out his corssbow and fired. Radjar spiraled off the stump, and the bolt hit the wall behind him. The druids raced to contain Searil. The demon voice issued forth.
"Stay back," he growled, turning to face them and killing one by one. Bella jumped at him, but the demon forced her back with dark magic. Graygon cursed from under his robe, and opened up his cloak. Searil looked towards him, and dodged the flying knives Graygon had thrown.
Behind Searil, Bella had rushed at him again, staff upraised, screaming a battle cry. Searil grabbed one of the knives and tossed it at her. She fell to the floor, a knife in her chest.