Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797179-20170125211659

In Cheydinhal
It was turning into evening, torches and campfires lit up the town with an ominous glow. Faolan had followed his father as they walked through the streets to see what was up. Telvas the Imperial was asleep back in their alcove, it was a long day for him.

Faolan looked at the grizzled faces of veterans as they passed him on the street. Their seemed to be a great commotion seemed to be gathered in front of the Cathedral, Ralof noticed. A crowd of what seemed like hundreds were fixed on a raised platform, Faolan climbed on top of a barrell to get a clear view. The pair watched on eagerly.

Legate Calvos stood among several other Imperial officers, in front of them was a Breton man who was on his knees.

"Do you see? This man is a traitor!" Legate Calvos declared before grabbing the shamed Breton by his hair, with his other hand he showed a piece of parchment to the crowd, most people were too far away to read it.

"Your Majesty, High King Ylgar.

Cheydinhal is at your command, simply give me a date and the gates shall be open to you, Oh glorious King of Kings." The Legate said as he read out from the sheet. The crowd of mainly soldiers were disgusted. "A few loyal subjects and I have been keenly awaiting your arrival, and will do what is nessissary to see your banner over these walls." People in the crowd began to jeer and boo the Breton, whose mouth was covered and his eyes fixed on the skies, Faolan noticed that he seemed to be uttering some sort of prayer.

"I've had enough." Legate Calvos said before handing the letter to one of the soldiers. "This coward will pay the traitors price! Long live the Empire!" The Legate yelled, the crowd broke into a frenzy of ferocious cheers. An executioner stepped forward and the Breton was held over a wooden block. Raising his axe high into the air, with one swift blow the Breton was decapitated, his head rolling to the feet of the Legate.

Faolan was shocked, Ralof knew he had to see it. He would soon have to face a lot worse if the worst came to it. The crowd raised their weapons, torches or fists when Calvos showed off the head of the traitor. "Stick it on the gate." The Legate commanded, he knew this swift and brutal action would deter people from committing mutiny or defecting to the enemy ranks.

Ralof and Faolan returned to their camp.