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No, the white toga she wore practically invited the lustful gazes of men like a prostitute on the prowl. Holly had no idea what that skin-tight black stocking the woman wore beneath it was made of, but it also had the appearance of something you would only see on a whore.
Bless him, stalwart Martin was not seduced by her wiles. Holly did need to box her husband's ears when she saw his gaze wandering the strumpet's body.
Just like Erin the Demon-Whore. Holly thought to herself.
"I caught this Imperial trying to sneak into the granary and spread a blight among our stores as our valiant defenders were occupied with the the Dreadknight and his forces," Martin spells out the Empire's deceit for everyone to hear. His blade is raised overhead, shedding its blue light upon the town square. Anger spreads quickly through Holly's neighbors and the adventurers alike. "What's more, it is she who commands the vile fiends that assailed us."
"I-I called them off!" the sniveling whore has a tone desperation thick in her voice as the outraged gazes of the village fell upon her. "S-So you'll spare me, right? Y-You promised me a t-t-trial with Lord Kettleburn, so..."
Anger fills the air - that the enemy who killed so many might be spared, might cut a deal - which Martin silences. "I promised you no such thing, witch."
"But you said-!"
"That you would face the light's justice if you cooperated," Martin tells her. Holly almost feels sorry for the demon-whore as her neighbors laugh at her. Just as they laughed at that dumb strumpet Erin as she wailed about 'saving herself' when the adventurers dragged the demon-loving slut to their quarters. "Lord Kettleburn is not the only light fearing man who can give justice in these lands. Men of Emberheart! What justice do we give to the demon-lover, whose foul minions butchered so many of our comrades?!"
"Death!" Holly's husband shouts, and she finds herself joining him. "Death at dawn!"
The rest of the village joins in soon enough, and all that can be heard in the night are chants of Death at Dawn. The most sacred of times, when the Sun triumphs over the night and banishes all of its evils. There is no better time to hang a demon-whore strumpet from the lamp posts than dawn, and the thought has the entire hamlet enraptured for a few brief minutes. Until the village's trump card steps forward.
"Martin Aurelion," the ever-calm voice of the scion speaks. "Your passion is rekindled. I am glad."
"Scion Juniper," Martin returns the holy scion's greeting with a nod. "My sword found new purpose this night. It is grim... but I am glad all the same. How do you judge this wretch?"
No, the white toga she wore practically invited the lustful gazes of men like a prostitute on the prowl. Holly had no idea what that skin-tight black stocking the woman wore beneath it was made of, but it also had the appearance of something you would only see on a whore.
Bless him, stalwart Martin was not seduced by her wiles. Holly did need to box her husband's ears when she saw his gaze wandering the strumpet's body.
Just like Erin the Demon-Whore. Holly thought to herself.
"I caught this Imperial trying to sneak into the granary and spread a blight among our stores as our valiant defenders were occupied with the the Dreadknight and his forces," Martin spells out the Empire's deceit for everyone to hear. His blade is raised overhead, shedding its blue light upon the town square. Anger spreads quickly through Holly's neighbors and the adventurers alike. "What's more, it is she who commands the vile fiends that assailed us."
"I-I called them off!" the sniveling whore has a tone desperation thick in her voice as the outraged gazes of the village fell upon her. "S-So you'll spare me, right? Y-You promised me a t-t-trial with Lord Kettleburn, so..."
Anger fills the air - that the enemy who killed so many might be spared, might cut a deal - which Martin silences. "I promised you no such thing, witch."
"But you said-!"
"That you would face the light's justice if you cooperated," Martin tells her. Holly almost feels sorry for the demon-whore as her neighbors laugh at her. Just as they laughed at that dumb strumpet Erin as she wailed about 'saving herself' when the adventurers dragged the demon-loving slut to their quarters. "Lord Kettleburn is not the only light fearing man who can give justice in these lands. Men of Emberheart! What justice do we give to the demon-lover, whose foul minions butchered so many of our comrades?!"
"Death!" Holly's husband shouts, and she finds herself joining him. "Death at dawn!"
The rest of the village joins in soon enough, and all that can be heard in the night are chants of Death at Dawn. The most sacred of times, when the Sun triumphs over the night and banishes all of its evils. There is no better time to hang a demon-whore strumpet from the lamp posts than dawn, and the thought has the entire hamlet enraptured for a few brief minutes. Until the village's trump card steps forward.
"Martin Aurelion," the ever-calm voice of the scion speaks. "Your passion is rekindled. I am glad."
"Scion Juniper," Martin returns the holy scion's greeting with a nod. "My sword found new purpose this night. It is grim... but I am glad all the same. How do you judge this wretch?"
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