Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150127181142/@comment-5543592-20150128022315

The Archwarden stared down at the mayor from his desk. The room was unfurnished, but it was bustling with people, all wanting to see the mayor of Alten Markmount's fate.

"You are being tried for inciting warfare, open rebellion, and sending young Argonian warriors to their death."

The mayor grit his teeth. 'If I may, Your Honor, it was you who attacked us! It was your men who slaughtered my soldiers! It was you-"

"Enough!" Wanikiy growled, his deep voice now a boom. "This is not a trial, it is a judgement!  The An-Xileel will restore order to this land." The Archwarden rose to his feet, an imposing figure  "Understand this: I will brook no threat to this nation..." He extended an armor a swept a pointed finger around the room. "from you or anyone!"

The guards took that as their cue, taking the mayor on each side by an arm and escorting him to the dungeon. He would be executed publically tomorrow morning. The sword would be incrediably blunt, and the executioner was a first timer.