Final Judgement

[Færys Tiranas]

Fæ found herself back in the cell, sitting on the floor. She knew she was in for it now. There was no way she could live. She decided to stay here and wait for her time to come. She looked about her, trying to think of a way to pass the time. and ended up chipping a few stones off of the wall to see if she could hit the guards as they passed by. she really didn't care anymore. She could get in all of the trouble she wanted, now. Her charade was over. She wondered if she really was the child of the devil. She was born with these powers, and didn't think much of them, but she began to think of what would happen if they really were the devil's work. She thought for hours, as the guards began to avoid passing in front of her cell. A few had come in and hit her, but she really didn't care. She let them. After all, she was throwing stones at them. She figured her only way out was to hope for a miracle. Maybe it would come.

[Vidar]

"............... and this is the one we told you about ................ bit of a nasty injury.......hasn't been walking properly since...............some sort of power.........smashed right through her chains................."

If Fae had been listening, she would have heard all manner of different snippets of conversation as the pounding of feet, some muffled, from those wearing leather soles and some causing resounding clanging sounds of those guards heavily armored.

Arriving at the cell, Father Vidar bore an expression of severe distaste as he looked in upon the mage. It should have been painfully clear that there was no true way of getting out of this one for her, as Vidar's mind was made up before he had even arrived.

"For using the heretical works of hell directly to resist the lawful will of our Gran Queen Rianne, I sentence you to death. I might have attempted to at least save your soul, but you are far too impure for that. Seek your own forgiveness if you will, and see if you can't, by some miracle, stop yourself from eternal damnation. That is all."

[Færys Tiranas]

"I refuse to let you and your swine take my life! I'll take it myself, first!" Fæ screamed at Vidar. She glared at him, and finally decided how to go about it. She smiled almost insanely. "That's right... I would rather take my own life, first. Maybe I'll see you in Hell." With that, she shreiked a loud, heavy shreik, and collapsed upon the floor. Her body fell limp, and her breathing stopped. Her chest slowly fell, as one more breath escaped. Fæ lay prostrate on the floor, her body beginning to grow cold.

[Vidar]

With a grimace, Vidar turned back to the girl that had just apparently committed suicide in her very cell rather than let herself be executed. It was a cowardly maneuver, attempting to avoid the justice of the church; surely one that would send her straight to hell.

"Clean that cell out," he commanded sharply, the guards reacting immediately and throwing open then doors and dragging the girl's body out, "Take the corpse from the kingdom and deposit it somewhere for the carrion vermin to take their share of. I don't want that heretic filth being disposed of anywhere near here to possibly spread it's taint."

[Færys Tiranas]

The guards entered the cell and picked Fæ's limp body off of the floor. The color had flushed from her cheeks, and her lips held the same pale color. Several guards hoisted Fæ over their shoulders, and carried her from the cell. Her arm dropped into the face of one of the guards, who brushed it aside casually. "Even in death, this heathen seeks to irritate us!" They carried the body toward a cart used for the disposal of 'wastes,' and threw her upon it, without even a hint of remorse after watching her actions. Her face landed in the human feces. The cart started off, leaving the guards behind. Some cheered and some snickered as the cart left, carrying it's cargo of waste...

OOC: This post shall be continued in the Lake...

[Vidar]

This concludes this thread then.