From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Wed Sep 17 2003 - 15:49:50 BST
Lenora looks far from comfortable as she took a seat at the spectacle that
Maereth's trial was to be. The absolute wrongness of it, that people would be
cheering for blood for any reason chilled her to the core. It was a city of
maniacs for sure! A city of craven depraved fiends!
She looked about uneasily, searching for faces that weren't so excitable. For
the calm in the storm. She felt ill, especially seeing Maereth hooded and
held so. This couldn't be allowed to happen.
Plans flooded her head and she dismissed each one. They'd all get her killed
and that wouldn't do anyone any good except maybe spur the crowd on even more.
So she waited, she prayed, she hoped. And those hopes were answered when the
questor came into the arena and the ritual was performed.
The announcement of his innocence had her wating to cheer. Why wasn't anybody
cheering? Out rage? What?!
"We need a Troubadour or Troubadours to sing something to soothe this mob and
swiftly. Lenora you seem to act like one start trying to calm the crowd
swiftly." Rose yelled.
"Sorry Rose! I've a shortage of sacraficial lambs! Short of raining blood on
the crowd I doubt I've got the know-how to calm these awful people! What is
wrong with them? Is the town home to several asylums or something?" Lenora
glared accusingly at the crowd for a moment. "They're bonafied lunatics!"
"I've got to go help Maereth!" Lenora said, lauching off towards the
approaching melee. ((Lenora will go defensive upon reaching Maereth and attack to
knock out or knock back. She'd feel guilty killing crazy people. If they start
casting spells, that's another story.))
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