Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-17114085-20170117180746

"Duke Roland Bouchard." Jovron began. He drew his sword and held it vertically on the ground, resting his hands on the pummel.

"A month ago you committed one of the worst crimes in the eyes of gods and men. You betrayed your king and killed him in cold blood. You, Damian and Perien orchestrated the Red Wedding and slaughtered not only Roberto and his mother, but numerous other honorable men and women. I'd ask you to speak up in your defense but your charges cannot be defended. Instead I'll ask you: what are your final words?" He asked.

Roland looked forward at the crowd that was calling for his head. "I may die here today, but I am content is knowing that soon my son will return and skin each and every one of you alive." He looked up at Jovron. "Your death will be slow and painful, bastard."

Cirges kicked Roland down, forcing him to place his head on the chopping block.

"Know this, Roland. Your son will soon join you in Oblivion." Jovron said and swung his sword, decapitating the Kingslayer. As the crowd cheered following the Duke's death, Jov couldn't help but recall the execution of Renard. The man that had killed his mentor, Knight-Commander Gerrick. Two traitors I've executed with this sword. He noted.

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Ruran gripped the Princess' hand tight, trying to calm her down. Though it had little effect on her at this point.

Joslin turned to the elf. "You can tell that obnoxious brute that he better leave Wayrest tonight, because as soon as the sun is up the Knights of the Rose will arrest him and his whole crew. He only has that much because my father tolerates him, else I'd have him thrown in the dungeons immediately. Warn him that he is not welcome in Wayrest anymore. If he shows up in my Kingdom again he will find himself in chains."

After that she stormed off, with Ruran running after her.