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"Hey, hey, you're not actually going to kill me, right?" she pleads as the crowd begins to assemble. The boos of the peasants are almost as uncouth as the demon-worshipper's composure, but that was to be expected of the little people. "Come on, I'll sing any tune you want, I'll sell out anyone you want to know about! The dreadknight? The magister? The black priest? I know lots of things about lots of people, just please don't kill me...!"
"Pathetic," Juniper grumbled beneath the din of the crowd.
Near everyone came out to watch the execution. Most of the adventurers even joined, though a token few kept an eye out on the perimeter against the return of the Dreadknight. Unlikely. Most of his forces were probably back in Brightsprings, so it would be a few days until he could return... and even then, what could his skeletons do against Juniper's lifepulse? They would all crumble and die.
The noble woman continued to beg as Martin read out her charges. Most of them trumped up, but it hardly mattered. The villagers wanted a sacrificial lamb to vent their anger at the Empire, and this woman was just unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was just one thing that bothered Juniper.
How is her evil aura so strong?
She radiated evil like a blazing inferno, so intensely that she could barely feel Martin's psychic powers beneath it. Such auras meant one of two things: either she was powerful herself, or she had an incredibly powerful patron. Given the sheer pathos of the woman, it had to be her patron. Which meant that once this execution was over, she'd need to visit Kettleburn and maybe catch up Marquis Edelweiss on his adventurism.
"You have all heard her crimes!" Martin declares to the crowd once he's done listing charges. "Grave crimes against the people of Emberheart, against the Lord of Light Himself! Scion Juniper, as chosen of His church and childe of the Angels, what say you her sentence?"
Juniper paused for a moment.
She supposed they must have thought it regal, the ponderance of wisdom and the Lord of Light's mercy. In actuality, Juniper was a rather sloppy person, and needed to remember the right words. The crowd wanted the Imperial dead, so she had to grant that death the pomp they deserved. "There can be only one sentence cast for her crimes. In the name of my great ancestor, the Archangel Yao, and in accordance with the teachings of the Lord of Light: I, Scion Yao Juniper, sentence you to die. May your soul find peace in the Lion's embrace."
"Y-Y-You can't do this...!" the woman stammers out as Matin drags her to the gallows. She looks at him with desperation in her crimson bloody eyes, and slips herself out of her toga, letting it fall to her feet. It doesn't leave her nude, but the way the black garment beneath it clings to her like a second skin, she may as well be. "M-My tits were famous in my hometown, you know? If you let me live, I'll let you touch them!"
"Hey, hey, you're not actually going to kill me, right?" she pleads as the crowd begins to assemble. The boos of the peasants are almost as uncouth as the demon-worshipper's composure, but that was to be expected of the little people. "Come on, I'll sing any tune you want, I'll sell out anyone you want to know about! The dreadknight? The magister? The black priest? I know lots of things about lots of people, just please don't kill me...!"
"Pathetic," Juniper grumbled beneath the din of the crowd.
Near everyone came out to watch the execution. Most of the adventurers even joined, though a token few kept an eye out on the perimeter against the return of the Dreadknight. Unlikely. Most of his forces were probably back in Brightsprings, so it would be a few days until he could return... and even then, what could his skeletons do against Juniper's lifepulse? They would all crumble and die.
The noble woman continued to beg as Martin read out her charges. Most of them trumped up, but it hardly mattered. The villagers wanted a sacrificial lamb to vent their anger at the Empire, and this woman was just unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was just one thing that bothered Juniper.
How is her evil aura so strong?
She radiated evil like a blazing inferno, so intensely that she could barely feel Martin's psychic powers beneath it. Such auras meant one of two things: either she was powerful herself, or she had an incredibly powerful patron. Given the sheer pathos of the woman, it had to be her patron. Which meant that once this execution was over, she'd need to visit Kettleburn and maybe catch up Marquis Edelweiss on his adventurism.
"You have all heard her crimes!" Martin declares to the crowd once he's done listing charges. "Grave crimes against the people of Emberheart, against the Lord of Light Himself! Scion Juniper, as chosen of His church and childe of the Angels, what say you her sentence?"
Juniper paused for a moment.
She supposed they must have thought it regal, the ponderance of wisdom and the Lord of Light's mercy. In actuality, Juniper was a rather sloppy person, and needed to remember the right words. The crowd wanted the Imperial dead, so she had to grant that death the pomp they deserved. "There can be only one sentence cast for her crimes. In the name of my great ancestor, the Archangel Yao, and in accordance with the teachings of the Lord of Light: I, Scion Yao Juniper, sentence you to die. May your soul find peace in the Lion's embrace."
"Y-Y-You can't do this...!" the woman stammers out as Matin drags her to the gallows. She looks at him with desperation in her crimson bloody eyes, and slips herself out of her toga, letting it fall to her feet. It doesn't leave her nude, but the way the black garment beneath it clings to her like a second skin, she may as well be. "M-My tits were famous in my hometown, you know? If you let me live, I'll let you touch them!"
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