Trial: The Harmonium and Deri VS Ceszar
Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:00 am
(hey all! I'm not too sure how to start this, but I'll just give it a go - I'm thinking everyone post a brief introduction to their character then the Judge start the proceedings. I would imagine that the judge is a DM)
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There is a place in the Lady's Ward near the intersection of Advocate's Row and Razorvine on Hidleton, which stands apart from from the Prison and the Barracks. The cobbled road abruptly gives rise to a long flight of stairs crafted from alabaster marble. Columns of a colossal diameter support a triangular roof. The front courtyard boasts a gigantic silver sculpture of the Scales of Justice.
Enter the City Court.
Undoubtedly, cutters from across the multiverse have been on trial here for countless charges ranging from embezzlement to attempted genocide. The law is not quite perfectly upheld here (indeed, it would take a bureaucracy of modrons to accomplish that…and who really wants that?), but very nearly in measure – a cutter can be sure that he or she will get as fair a hearing here as just about anyplace else in the multiverse.
Outside one of the trial chambers, a group of reporters have gathered, scribbling notes and speaking into sounding stones. Above the cacophony stand two heavily armored bashers recognized as members of the Red Death. Inside is a fairly large sized courtroom, the classy and sparse decorations parallel the architecture of the building which houses it. From one of the side chambers enter three individuals: two harmonium elite guards and the shackled cutter to go on trial: Ceszar.
The plain white linen that now covers his ebony skin seems unbecoming of the man often seen wearing flamboyant clothing and a feathered hat. His purple eyes, which seem unusually dull at the moment, mirror the current mood of the nearly empty courtroom. His face betrays neither fear nor confidence, but rather a dampened melancholy. As he is wordlessly seated in the defendantÂ’s chair, his dull eyes look up expectantly at the empty seats.
The trial will begin soon.
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There is a place in the Lady's Ward near the intersection of Advocate's Row and Razorvine on Hidleton, which stands apart from from the Prison and the Barracks. The cobbled road abruptly gives rise to a long flight of stairs crafted from alabaster marble. Columns of a colossal diameter support a triangular roof. The front courtyard boasts a gigantic silver sculpture of the Scales of Justice.
Enter the City Court.
Undoubtedly, cutters from across the multiverse have been on trial here for countless charges ranging from embezzlement to attempted genocide. The law is not quite perfectly upheld here (indeed, it would take a bureaucracy of modrons to accomplish that…and who really wants that?), but very nearly in measure – a cutter can be sure that he or she will get as fair a hearing here as just about anyplace else in the multiverse.
Outside one of the trial chambers, a group of reporters have gathered, scribbling notes and speaking into sounding stones. Above the cacophony stand two heavily armored bashers recognized as members of the Red Death. Inside is a fairly large sized courtroom, the classy and sparse decorations parallel the architecture of the building which houses it. From one of the side chambers enter three individuals: two harmonium elite guards and the shackled cutter to go on trial: Ceszar.
The plain white linen that now covers his ebony skin seems unbecoming of the man often seen wearing flamboyant clothing and a feathered hat. His purple eyes, which seem unusually dull at the moment, mirror the current mood of the nearly empty courtroom. His face betrays neither fear nor confidence, but rather a dampened melancholy. As he is wordlessly seated in the defendantÂ’s chair, his dull eyes look up expectantly at the empty seats.
The trial will begin soon.