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Post by posy-punch on Aug 24, 2016 19:49:05 GMT -6
C E T H I N C A S I M I R ❧
The very bones inside Cethin quivered with suppressed anger at the attitude that seeped from one of the accused tongue. Insolent and immature, the Councillor was almost uncertain as to how he should respond in his heart. It made everything that he was, a fair voice, someone who would look for remorse, turn upside down. He found it harder and harder to listen to the voice of reason and mercy that he held in his heart. The spoke of martyrdom and that is when Cethin narrowed his eyes. It was when one died for a cause that others opened their eyes, that they chose sides. In some cases, execution could drive the dissenters into hiding. They would be fearful, the rebellion delayed. In some cases, however, it would further nurture the ideal to find vengeance for their fallen sisters. He watched then, as the accused were dismissed, before turning to the rest of the Council.
"The Leap is a place gifted to the pegasi. To offer them the chance of rebirth in the presence of their lord." Cethin's eyes flashed softly, at the ignorance of the accused. "For centuries, the Leap was a privilege. Their brothers and sisters blessed to take it." The stallion spoke, softly echoing what Nagisa and Eve had already said. Already another Councillor was speaking. The black stallion looked to the side, meeting Thaumas's gaze with the steady look of neutrality. Ollin, Naveen, and eventually Fijalahr spoke. The ambassador's speech careful not to offend, but quite clearly asking his questions. Fijalahr held reason in his tone, and that, Cethin could respect immensely. Before the black stallion could speak, however, it was Rycaron who spoke, followed by Nagisa. The vote that Cethin could have potentially begun to sway, was quickly dissuaded. Two more votes to add to the three for their execution. Cethin couldn't particularly make up his mind however if he would have voted mercifully to be perfectly truthful. So it was now that he raised his voice.
"I too believe the accused should be given the peaceful death of drowning. However, I would like to ask. What is the fire for this supposed rebellion? What do they look to accomplish? If they wish death among us, are they any better than we?" Cethin blinked looking at the rest of the Council, "Is there no way to hear the wishes of their people, to learn of the unrest?" He did not mean as to suggest something could necessarily be done about it, but if it would bring stability, negotiations seemed like the simplest way to go about things. To learn at least, and perhaps quench the fire of rebellion. Cethin dipped his head quietly, finished as of now, but wishing for an answer. If the rest of the pegasi were like the impudent Faro, he doubted they were ones to negotiate. They would be fiery and ready for battle. But, was the rebellion even so big? What happened to the pegasi so devoted to Cascade. So loving of the honor bestowed when taking the leap.
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Post by strixx-variaa on Aug 29, 2016 11:07:17 GMT -6
"Forgive me, learned Councillors," said the big stallion, interjecting as gently as he could with a voice which tended more naturally toward a loud, commandeering volume.
"We have passed three months entire since the night of the attack. At the behest of our Most Beloved Emperor, long may he reign, we have interned those most strongly suspected of having ties with this criminal organization. At the behest of Talori law, we have imprisoned and interrogated the three who came before us. If they wanted their wishes heard, why not speak them?" Thaumas Anereus paused, and the corner of his mouth drew tight for a moment in a flash of displeasure. "The silence is... overwhelming."
The Defender's area of expertise lied not in the bloom of flowery phrases from a well-cultured tongue or in the crafting of an interrogation so as to imprison the subject behind his own syllables, and so he recognized that he was perhaps the least able of all the panel to recognize when there was hope of information and when there was none, but...
Three months, and nothing. Nothing from the internment camp, nothing from the field, certainly nothing from those wretched three.
What more could there be to learn, when nobeast would speak?
How many olive branches must be extended, and returned scorched, before the tree was bare?
"I, too, will see them Drowned, and not a moment too soon."
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 29, 2016 17:13:04 GMT -6
Naveen listened respectfully to his fellow councilors, and the trinity, speak, and mulled over their words in his mind.
Indeed they had learned very little, their questioning had gathered nothing but disappointment. However, it had been three months since the events following the sacrifice, three months that had lead to nothing but dead ends! If the interrogations had failed to get anything out after this time, Naveen doubted it would be worth it to keep pressing for information.
The councilor released a heavy sigh.
“We have had these terrorists in interrogations for nearly three months, but have learned little of their motivations. Forgive me for sounding so cynical, but if we have yet to find out anything, I highly doubt we ever will. They will meet their end in Cascade’s embrace, and perhaps then they the error in their ways.” Naveen’s gaze shifted among each of those who stood on panel. “Though we cannot gather information from these three, perhaps we can start investigations elsewhere. Look to the rogues, for example. Unsavory individuals, yes, but they will talk for the right coin. Answers to our questions lie somewhere. If we look in the right places, we will be able to find them.”
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Post by Dream-Lark on Aug 30, 2016 15:46:53 GMT -6
Rycaron | Sage
The stallion nodded, as if to himself, aqua gaze shifting from his left to his right and back again, attention falling on those who spoke next. It seemed the idea of the Drowning was quite welcomed, and become the official sentence for the would have been assassins. A heart felt sigh was suppressed, as the hippocampus well understood Nagisa's soulful cry for more information. He yearned for such a thing too, and had spent weeks eagerly awaiting any new reports, and sifting through everything that had already been collected half a dozen times at least. He still tore open new reports with fervor, yearning for it to be something new--but alas, it was hardly ever the case. The entire situation had fallen silent, ominously so, as the Defender had pointed out. Gaze like a still pool settled upon Naveen as he spoke, and head gave a gentle shake. "Those investigations have been in place since the day of the attack. All citizens and rogues are encouraged to share whatever information they have, for a reward. It was some of the first news my emissaries sent about the land," the Sage informed the newly appointed Councillor, assuming that he hadn't been party to that information just yet--a shame, it meant Rycaron hadn't fully done his job of appraising the other stallion. "Most of the rogues who had previous contact with the extremists have gone into hiding, and have not surfaced," the chestnut added, casting a glance toward the milling crowd. Some had dwindled off after hearing the votes for execution, but many stayed to try and eke out whatever new gossip they could. WC//272 | Post #5 |
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Sept 6, 2016 16:07:29 GMT -6
Nagisa Marinus
The grullo mare stepped back ever so slightly to side-eye those who had spoken. Stallions. Stubborn and impatient as they come. Listening to them speak had suddenly reminded Nagisa of her unique and fragile position. Mares were not traditionally seen holding political ranks. The general consensus being that males were stronger in their decisiveness, speech, and rational, and so, were more naturally suited for leadership. If a mare wished to become a council member, she had to work twice as hard to combat against that common perception just to be taken seriously. Nagisa had fought it for nearly ten years and despite her esteemed reputation, she still felt that extra bit of scrutiny. Normally, it peeved her only slightly, because it meant that every accomplishment of hers was that much greater than her peers, but today it was crippling her tongue and that was insanely frustrating. She wanted to further debate the issue of the failed interrogations and the methods that were used. Judging from the battered condition of the prisoners, the methods seemed to be very crude and heavy hoofed. It did not bother her their bodies were beaten (their lives meant nothing the moment they chose to betray their homeland) but their minds were still valuable and their minds seemingly required far more subtle tactics to unlock. Tactics that she was almost certain were not used. Mares were good at being subtle, they were good listeners, stallions… not so much. Nagisa could have intervened and shared her thoughts on this issue but what would that accomplish? Most likely, she'd only gain the disapproval of a very powerful and already aggravated group of horses. Nagisa had heard what had happened with Cadena... The council was decided and the outcome was still a decision Nagisa could get behind which was a win as she considered it. She could debate the matter a different time, with individual members or during a trial that was far less high-profile. Right now, there had to be an emphasis on unity. Any internal quarrel would be counterproductive in the council's goal to reestablish the government’s strength and effectiveness. So it would seem the three will be given to you soon, Wave Mother. Nagisa closed her eyes, silently resigning herself from any further discussion. The pulsing pain of her migraine did not relent and now, it was beginning to make her nauseous. She prayed it wasn’t a premonition. Let us be done with this.WC: 410
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Post by strixx-variaa on Sept 8, 2016 12:25:02 GMT -6
With a low, decisive kind of noise from deep in his throat -- like a hum of consent, like a single syllable uttered from closed lips -- Thaumas Anereus set his eyes on the crowd. His expression was impassive, immovable stone; this was the ending they'd all expected, and it came as no great surprise.
He was glad to be done of this circus.
"It is so ordered: the three surviving perpetrators shall be committed to Her Glory at moonrise, by the Waters of Her Seas."
The roaned Defender shifted his gaze lower, and to his side. Speaking of his God brought his heart close to his Divine by reflex, and Eve had been conspicuously silent since the prisoners had last been allowed speech. Even after they'd been removed from the grand court, her voice was missing from the deliberations.
Arguably, hers was the most important voice in the room. Was she not the medium through which every Talorian knew the Grace of God?
Was her soul not closer to God than any of theirs could ever be?
Thaumas's eyes softened as his gaze fell upon her. He could not help but love her so.
She required the opportunity to speak, and to guide them, if she would have it.
"Will our Divine lead us in prayer?"
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notes: seventh post! i think we're about due for our final checkpoint. :D |
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 9, 2016 12:53:13 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 4// After much deliberation, the fates of the traitors have been decided. Now you must see their sentences through to the end. May Cascade grant you wisdom and strength as you carry out this justice. Wrapping Up!Hey guys, this is just a heads up to let you know your plot is nearing it's end 
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