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[Bailos]

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It was a calm morning. The wind had stayed its presence, and a wispy fog hung in the air over Sanctus. A throng of citizens had gathered for the funeral of their beloved, -former mayor-, Sadira Reflov. A deep grave lined with a beautiful marble vault would be the eternal resting place of the young beauty.

The crowd was solemn, many of them mourning the loss of their sweet and kindly leader who long stood as a bastion of faith and hope to the people. Many of the women and the children old enough to grasp the reality of today's events seemed to be taking it hardest. Their solemn-faced and mournful husbands by their side with a comforting arm around the shoulder, holding their family close.

A priest in beautiful but respectful gold and white robes led the ceremony. An invocation to her ancestors and the protectors of her people to guide her spirit safely to the great beyond. Those gathered formed an oblong circle around the proceedings, save one man...Bailos...who stood graveside near the casket.

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Every revolution has its martrys
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As the ceremony finished a trio of musicians...one of the lute, one on the harp and one to sing....stepped out and replaced the position of the priest. Gently, softly they began their dirge, and several men stepped out of the crowd dressed in their most appropriate attire. Surrounding the casket, they lifted, and worked to move it into position. Stepping back, a man at the lead activated the mechanism to lower the eternal vessal into its tragic home.

With perfect timing, a squire-boy steps forward and stands next to Bailos with an arm plum-full of longstemmed red roses. Beckoning the citizens forward, they form a line and process through.

He hands them a rose, they step over the grave, take their last look, and drop their last farewell into her tomb...As the last person finished through the line and the crowd begins to dispurse, Bailos himself grabs a rose as the gravediggers move into position, seal the vault, and go to grab their shovels so they can prepare to put this day behind them. Standing above the grave, he has his last moments. With nothing more than a wry grin, he drops the rose and it gently falls onto the crest of the vault, right about where her head would be...a final, gentle whisper escapes his lips...
My my...what an expensive hoax. But Damn, I'm good.

As he turns and walks away, the last remaining figure from the ceremony...the gravediggers set right to work and set to piling the earth while two burly men pull the burlap sack off of the massive headstone. It reads;


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Here lies Lady Sadira Reflov

Caregiver to all,
Loved by all,
Missed by all
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[Baron Mordegan]

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looking from the rooftop of his home Lord Baron Mordegan could see the funeral procession make its way through the streets. Clutching the railings with both his hands his thoughts went out to General Zarlox and Mayor Reflov.

"No more" Baron whispered under breath" the time of hiding has come to an end--the people of Sanctus deserve it and certainly Sadira deserves it. The men of Sanctus shall rise once more and restore the virtues to this broken land!"

Baron Mordegan tears off the robe that hides his mark as an officer in the Border Legion.

"They will now know where my sympathies lie and no one will stop the soldiers of Sanctus.."

Lord Bailos has made his final mistake and he along with his followers will bear full responsibility for the death of Sadira Reflov.
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[Spawn]

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After being informed of the Major's vow to make Bailos pay, Spawn sat in a temporary office somewhere hidden inside the city of Sanctus. He was as always busy working on some papers which were scattered amoung a hardwood desk. But the Chief Justice was giving close attention to one piece of paper which was in front of him. He slowly reached for a pen which was dipped in some ink and began to write some information on it.

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NON-BAILABLE WARRANT
Warrant of Arrest

To: Any member of the Sanctus military

Whereas Lord Bailos, member of the Order of the Ebon Skull, King of Sanctus stands charged of with the offense of kidnapping of Mayor Sadria Reflov, embezzlement, fraud, and assault. Lord Bailos is also wanted in connection with the murder of Mayor Reflov. You are hereby directed to arrest the said Lord Bailos and to produce him before me. Herein fail not.

Dated: This 21st day of September 2005

Lord Spawn
Chief Justice of Sanctus
Sanctus, Malas
*Official Seal of the Chief Justice of Sanctus*

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After finishing the document, Spawn rolled the piece of paper up into a scroll and sealed with a wax stamp. A small grin was in his face as he stood up slowly from the desk and put the rolled up scroll in his pocket. He then began to the lone door leading out of the room he was in. Before leaving the office, Spawn stopped and looked at the room from over his shoulder.

"Now it is time to get my real office back..." Spawn said with narrowed eyes referring to his office at the Castle Blackgard. After he left the room, the Chief Justice went to find Major Mordegan to make the final preparations.
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[Dan]

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Later that evening...

It was dark out, and the moon slowly began to hide under the rainclouds. As he shifted out, darkness loomed over the lands of Sanctus, and there at the grave of Sadira Reflov he stood. Facing the tombstone, he could find no other word for the emotion he felt at that moment. No other word could describe the thoughts that surged through his mind but...

"grim"

"I am sorry, Sadira", he calmly muttered to himself as he looked down to her grave. "I hope you have found peace now, or whatever peace is left in these godforsaken war-scarred lands." Hanging his head in sympathy, the rain began to spread over the lands of Sanctus. Light thunder echoed above, as he left her grave to make his way back to the barracks for lodging.
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AKA: Gryss ab'Arawn
AKA: Jode Bonewits

[Arakad]

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The tip of the large ornate guardian axe sunk into the moist grave dirt spread out before the dark figure, with uneasy quiet and a shaking gloved hand the dark paladin reached out taking up a fist full of the loose dirt letting fall from his hand. The dark gray eyes watched from beneath the shadowing kasa as the dirt blew into the wind that whiped around his robes.

Arakad sat there, kneeled upon one knee, as he simply stared out over the grave sight marked as Sadira Reflov. As the last of the dirt blew out of the leather glove he placed the hand down upon the fresh grave bracing against the dirt. The silence of the gravesite was almost deafening, in the distance one could hear the calls of the vampire bats that roamed the road side, a distant babe screaming for food at the far end of the land, the bells and magic of the pixies as they danced merryful carelessness around the forest. And in the feint, very distance, the soft mutters might be heard whispered from the winds "We were to late, your plees for help fell upon nearly deaf ears. And now we are.. to late."

Bracing against the staff of the guardian axe, Arakad forced himself to stand. Old wounds always seemed to re-emerge when he let his guard down and show actual emotion. "It is time to finish what many have failed to do." The dark gray eyes gave a twing of regret looking down upon the gravesite, then just as quietly as he came the dark paladin turned and walked off back to the road and towards the broken mountain.