Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150912165220/@comment-3293219-20150915160905

As Hawke and Scire bickered among themselves, a spiral of blue energy began to materialize in front of them, right above the judge's dock. At the spiral's center was a cloud of purple smoke, which began to form into the shape of an old looking Imperial man, with grey hair and a largy bushy beard, with seemingly inhuman eyes.

As he appeared he 'sat' in judge's dock, though he didn't appear to be sat on anything. His clothes were incredibly odd, split between a dark blue and purple colour and as he appeared, he seemed to have a large grin across his face, which quickly turned into a snarl.

"Order, order!" He ordered, smashing at the table in front of him with his gavel, though he didn't appear to be hitting the 'target' at all and just seemed to be smashing randomly at it.

"Wait... No, no Order in the Mad God's court! Well... Maybe a little, otherwise we wouldn't be able to hear what anyone was saying." He shrugged, seemingly going into a docile state at the drop of a hat as his grin returned.

"Ah yes, Magda Hiltz, this court finds you guilty of crimes against literacy! A rather impressive decision for an inanimate object to make on its own, I must admit.

I take it that these Mortals are here to speak in your defense?"

"Y-Yes..." Magda replied, practically tripping over her own words as she gestured to the group.

"And I'm not guilty of anything, my Lord."

"Now that's not true is it? If you weren't guilty of anything, I'd find you guilty of being boring! Guilt is just part of the great package that we call 'life,' along with love, loss and cake."