Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160824202030/@comment-5543592-20160825004959

There was the thunder of hooves as the riders approached and dust kicked up as they stopped, surrounding the group, bows in hand. They sat on horseback and looked down  Crimson stood out front.

"Bender." Crimson said.

His former colonel stared down at him, saying nothing.

"No one needs to die here today." Crimson continued. "I don't want anyone to die.  Of us," he nodded back at the group, "or you." Crimson loathed how he had just established sides. Eight of his own men were now the enemy. The bad guys. Those who the group licked their lips at with bloodlust in their eyes and decided that 'they' needed to die. In that moment, Crimson hated all of them:  Talin, Bender, the whole lot. His own hatred sent him into silence, ending what he was saying abruptly.

"No." Bender butted in, his calm, flat voice carrying across the empty desert. "Someone needs to die."

The two stared at each other for a long moment, expressions unreadable, and it was clear some sort of silent exchange was going on between them.

"You know what happens now." Bender said softly. "It's a coup, like you said.  And there's one way all coups end."

It was Crimson's turn to say nothing, he only nodded.

Bender raised his head, and shouted and order. "Disperse and dismount!  There's to be no fight." The horses backed off from surrounding the group, giving them some space. Bender dismounted hopping down onto the hardpan ground.

Crimson unbuckled his swordbelt, and held it out to the side. "Take this, Diana." He said, the weapon hangly limply in it's sheath from the leather.

"Fetch that log over there, Keshik." Bender orderd, pointing, as the rest of the traitors dismounted. "There's to be an execution."