Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160824202030/@comment-5543592-20160825005957

"It's not stupid.  It's necessary." Crimson told her, his voice low. "There's no negotiating with him.  We could kill them all, without casualty, but where would that leave us?  What would it make me?"

He untied his cloak at the neck and let it drop to the sand. "I'm tired.  If someone's going to die, let's make it me."

The log was carried by Legger and Top Hat to an area of the flat hard ground, and set down. The Keshik began to form a semi-circle around where the execution would take place, the ends of the circle standing shoulder to shoulders with the rest of the group, who formed the circle's other half as they roughly formed up around the proceedings.

Orin stepped forwards from the circle to stand behind Crimson, the one who would force Crimson to his knees and hold him down. Crimson glanced back at the traitor mercenary. Orin looked away, not meeting his eyes.

Bender stepped up to the log, brandishing his long steel sword, with it's sharp silvery blade.

"Let's get this over with." He said, motioning for Orin to shove Crimson forwards.