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Chapter One: The Execution
MilaChapter One: The Execution
Time of Day: Night
Weather: Heavy Rain and Cold (not frosty)
Prominent Characters Mentioned: Emeline, Dark King Howne, and The Witch.
The sky over the kingdom of Mila, and strangely only over the kingdom, was grey, and it rained as though the heavens were crying. The streets were a mixture of cobblestone and mud. Where there wasn’t cobble lining the path there was mud so deep and thick that it could suck a boot right off a man’s foot if he didn’t tread carefully. The city was quiet and empty. Every resident had gathered like a congregation within the embrace of the castle walls and gates. They stood around an obsidian platform that projected from the staircase which led up to the castle doors. Armored soldiers circled the platform to keep the onlookers at bay, and archers watched from their perches on the walls. On the platform was the Ivorene Empress. Her wrists were bound behind her back and she had been stripped naked in her humiliation. Her porcelain skin was smudged with dirt, bruises, and cuts that suggested a beating prior to her presentation; and even though she had no way to veil her nakedness, she didn’t try to. She stood before the people of Mila with her chin raised, lips straight, and eyes without a tear—despite her right eye being red and purple and nearly swollen shut. Her thick curly hair draped her thin shoulders and spiraled down to her small bottom and her pink nipples hardened against the cold.
The executioner to Emeline’s left resembled a devil compared to her divine beauty and innocence—the allure that emanated from her body from the goddess at her core. The hulking executioner was wearing a black hood that hid his frightening mug and was wielding an ax that had been taller than the little woman before him. The ax head was crudely crafted and cracked in places, but it would cut. It always did its job.
The king’s throne was moved outside before the castle doors, and it was there that he sat draining a golden chalice with precious stones of sapphire, rubies, and emeralds embedded into it. To his right upon another throne sat a woman that was a stranger to the very kingdom. Her black hair was twisted about a headdress of iron in her hair, and a necklace of small skulls adorned her throat, draping the swells of her bosom. A black gown gripped her body down to her hips and split at her thighs. Her gown was without sleeves, leaving her tattooed arms free. Her nails were dark, long and sharp and behind a shadow of what seemed like eyeshadow, but had actually been darkness were sickly-yellow eyes that unblinkingly watched Emeline from afar.
“Have we all gathered?” King Howne roared in exasperation, his voice loud enough to quiet the voices of the Milians.
His tanned cheeks swelled with gas before a heavy belch left his throat, and he rocked forward off his throne, rising to his monstrous 6’6” height. Feathers circled his head and shoulders as a blood-red cape dragged on the floor behind him as he walked down the stage. Wearing his black, heavy armor, he clanked down to the end of the platform carrying his wine cup and stopped at Emeline’s left. Thick, white feathered brows creased his forehead as his lips parted to reveal teeth clenched in a malicious grin. His red mane of thick hair sat back on his head without need of a headband as he finally snapped his head in the woman’s direction.
Holding out his chalice to her, he offered, “I did not finish my cup for I thought that you would like to have your last drink of wine.”
Emeline said nothing to the king and didn’t look his way.
“Huh,” King Howne laughed before he raised his cup and dumped the purple liquid over her head.
The wine rolled in streams down her face and chest and was washed away by the downpour. When the chalice was empty, he carelessly tossed it into the crowd where a group of thieves, beggars, and murders fought to the death over it.
Facing the Milians, the king announced, “I bring you your goddess!”
The crowd cheered as King Howne laughed, holding his hand out to her in presentation.
“Now are you convinced that she is mortal woman? She bleeds, and I’m sure she screams like one!”
The king grinned perversely at her, but again, received but her cold shoulder.
“If she was a goddess, then why doesn’t she save herself? Why not strike me down like you did. My. FATHER!” he screamed, his face suddenly contorted in rage.
No response and out of contempt, the back of his hand struck the queen’s jaw. She gasped in pain as her head snapped to the side. The corner of her mouth was tingling and stinging with pain as her legs crossed and she went falling upon the stone, cold ground. The king guffawed in his mirth and pointed down at the empress, “Your death shall be much worse than his! Get her on her feet!”
The executioner took Emeline’s slender arm into his massive hand and yanked her to her feet with ease. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as her red cheek started to swell. King Howne started back to his throne and waved his hand over his shoulder.
“Let us begin already,” he grumbled.
The executioner released the empress’s arm to rest his hand upon her shoulders and grip the back of her neck. He bent her down over a cutting stand, resting her neck within its circular crook. Grasping his ax with both hands, he lined its wicked edge with her neck.
“WAIT!” King Howne ordered. He sat upon his throne and held out his hand as he commanded, “I am not entirely heartless. I would like to know the queen’s last words.”
The executioner grunted in disappointment, having been too eager to use his ax, and rested his weapon upon his shoulder.
Emeline raised her head as good as she could to look upon the Milians that surrounded her and a soft, sympathetic smile curled her lips.
“I am sorry that I was not good enough a queen, and I am sorry that King Howne’s heart still aches for his father. A father should never be taken from his son, and I take responsibility for his death and the actions of my people. If I could have convinced my mother and father Queen Sybil and King Harlow to avoid the war, I would have, but I was too young to understand politics. I am at fault for overlooking the suffering the war has brought the people of Mila. I do not blame you for my death. I just want all of you to know that I forgive you and I hope that in your hearts you can do the same for me!” said the queen, and her words left a stunned and quiet people.
King Howne’s eyes were wide in shock and disturbance for he hadn’t been expecting…that. What sort of show was this? Was she trying to be a martyr? The dark king interrupted the silence with another round of his belly-aching laughter. The mysterious woman next to him raised her fingers to her dark-red lips and giggled.
“Turn her around, I want to see her face when her head is separated from her body!” he ordered.
The executioner snagged Emeline and turned her so that the crowd got to see only her pink, exposed womanhood. Beneath his mask, the executioner grinned at the sight and clapped his hand against her ass cheek, gripping it and leaving his red handprint. He lowered his ax from his shoulder and took up a position next to her head. As much as he didn’t believe that it would ever happen, he didn’t want to miss. What a lousy executioner he would be if he did.
Strategy
1. The king is well-guarded.
2. The executioner can be taken out by a skilled shot.
3. Everyone is allowed only one post per turn. A GM post will be posted to reset the turn.
4. The walls have enemy archers so be careful.
5. The platform is guarded by a line of soldiers.
6. The battle will commence with the killing shot from the archer.
Minions
The GM will send a certain amount of enemies your character’s way. Do not create your own enemies.
Ally/Enemy Soldiers 2 xp.
Ally/Enemy Archers 2 xp.
The Executioner 5 xp.
Reminder
Every character who joins this game will be given 5 stat points to distribute through the 5 attribute categories. All characters start at Level One, and as they earn experience, they have the ability to level up. Each time a character levels, the player will earn 5 stat. points to arrange how they like. A cleric can be customized to also pack whopping magic damage or to be as much as a tank as the knight. This game is your oyster.
Experience is awarded two ways: 1) In-game when bosses—main or minor—are defeated, and 2) by player word count. I reward literacy. The player and the GM will keep track of the experience points achieved. Every experience bar starts at 10 experience for level 1. As players level up, the experience bar will extend by 10. So for example, the experience bar of a level 2 character is 20. This means that a character must earn 20 points worth of experience in order to advance to level 3.
300 words = 1 experience point
500 words = 2 experience points
1,000 words = 3 experience points
You can keep track of your acquired experience by posting the points at the end of your post, or by writing it to your character’s character profile.
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