Sceptremass VIII - The Punishment

Before dawn of the 2nd Skyday of Petals - The Standing Stones

Referee

It is cold and dark and mist rises from the ground as your are lead to the sacred dolmen by guards carrying torches. You hear their boots sloshing through the mud and the hooting of an owl in the distance. The seconds shake hands with Lady Margaret and each other in the middle of the standing stones before returning to their side. The guards position themselves in a circle and raise their torches. Lady Bianca wears the uniform of the Marshall of Kranach, white and gold. She is watched by Sir Ulrich as she gracefully swings her cleaving blade in testing motions. Zoltan pale and shivering in his thin tunic forces himself to smile. He mumbles something through clattering teeth and upon realizing that you can't understand him he just bows and steps back. "Approach!” The Sheriff calls. "Combat will decide who is favoured by fate as is tradition since time immemorial. We will not mourn the dead but they will not die in vain as their blood will give strength to the Realm.” As you come together Bianca musters you with her beautiful cold eyes. She removes her gloves and extends her hand. "May honour guide our hands, and may fate judge rightly between us." Her unreadable smile slightly undercuts the nobility of her words. Or is she serious for once?

Before Dawn

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz wears humble garb barely befitting a Knight, but the Round Shield, and the sapphire in Zuraw's pommel, glint in the torchlight. The Salt Knight shakes her hand. He does not smile, only gazes into her eyes.

Referee

Her hand is surprisingly warm and when you shake she briefly passes her index finger over yours almost caressing it. Then she moves into position and the Sheriff gives the signal.

Bianca casually approaches her sword lowered. “Come closer Salt Knight. I want to....”Her first blow comes out of nowhere more quickly than you had anticipated and striking low trying to hit your right arm.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz dodges out of the way. He delivers a wide swing which the Iron Knight easily parries, followed by a more precise thrust which almost strikes home.

Referee

Your blades meet with a clanking sound as she parries your blow. With a grunt she pushes you back, trying to catch her breath. Her smile is gone.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

The two knights size each other up with a few cavalier strikes, all easily defended against. Then Anastaz feints, but the Iron Knight anticipates his maneuver and he sees her blade swinging down where his shoulder meets his arm. He spins and ducks down, catching her leg with Zuraw, but he feels a twinge of pain and a wet sensation on his shoulderblade.

Referee

Bianca moans as the Kranach steel cuts her and she move back gingerly favouring her other leg. The faintest gray can be seen in the east and a black bird starts to sing.

“You cannot win.” she says out of breath as she comes closer, still with her sword lowered. She clinches her grip and raises her sword with all her strength trying to cut through your defence with might rather than grace.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

The Salt Knight catches her weapon, the iron slicing through his ungloved hand. Bianca has only a moment to register her shock before the Crane flies into her stomach and out the other side. Anastaz withdraws the blade.

Referee

As you step back you realize the pain when her blade glides out of you. Blood is trickling from a deep cut in your side. She looks up at you, her face pale and never more beautiful. “I had hoped … we could have … more time together.” Her parted lips turn red as she whispers something else that you can't hear over the blackbird's song.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Softly, Anastaz says "We needn't have been enemies, my lady," before he delivers the killing blow.

Referee

You stand alone for a moment in the grey of dawn pressing your hand against the wound. Father and son rush forward and kneel at Lady Bianca's side. Sir Ulrich closes her eyes and kisses her on the forehead while Lady Margaret places her hand on the Iron Knight's stomach. After she finished praying she gets up, her hand dripping from blood. “Fate judged Bianca to be guilty of crimes unworthy of a Knight. She is stripped off her titles. Her body will be burned and her ashes scattered.” She places her hand on a slanted dolmen that shows faint outlines of dozens of handprints. “May her example strengthen the oath of those who uphold it.”

~ Epilogue ~

The Sheriff concludes her investigation into the Bat's escape. After the captain had repeated Ser Perilake's story and no wine was mentioned it was determined that the creature had used foul magic to pass through bars and doors and overwhelm the brave guards. At noon the body of Lady Bianca is burned on the pyre and the delegations from Kranach and Karpat leave before Sceptremass. 

Noon of the 2nd Kinsday of Petals - Sceptremass

The Great Hall is almost empty when the King and his Council accept the vows of Sir Adalbert and the remaining Knights. In the corridors of the castle there are whispers of the coming war ...

Sceptremass VII - The Escape

 Late afternoon of the 2nd Kinsday of Petals - The Standing Stones

Heldris The Dove Knight

The warmth of the sunlight casts away the clouds from the Dove Knight's heart. “Never a knight's duty was supposed to be easy. Now I know my heart is just.” Heldris wipes away the tears, strengthens his shoulders, and looks back towards the castle. He makes his way back through the main gate, looking for Timea, thinking she might have some remedy for the wings of the poor creature, or be willing to help him in some other way.

Referee

You find Timea in the Great Hall in conversation with a lean older woman whose sickly pale face stands in stark contrast with her bright red tunic. " … I'm afraid that won't likely be acceptable to my liege." The woman follows Timea's gaze who smiles brightly as she notices you. "… but maybe this isn't the right moment. I will of course inform Sir Adalbert about your request but …" Timea helps the woman to her feet and bows slightly. "Please, Lady Selina, tell your lord that my offer is the best I can do and that the King shares my concerns in case negotiations come unstuck." As soon as the woman is out of earshot she takes your good hand and gently pulls you onto the chair next to her. "I recognize that expression of a man in need." She laughs, "How can I help you, Dove Knight?"

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris eyes are still red and his voice still trembling. “Dear Timea, I'm an open book for you clear eye. I'm sorry to interrupt your negotiations, the help I need is a matter of heart and a matter of trust, but I understand if you wouldn't mix with my mission.” Heldris' hands close on Timea's. “I need to undo an injustice. I need some kind of medicine that could heal the poor creature's wings, for it shall be freed tonight.” He holds Timea's hands close to his chest, and let the spirit in his eye speak for itself. “Please, help me if you can, and a Knight shall be in your debt."

The Sunlit Seer

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Timeas smile falters. “The poor creatures wings?“ She puts a hand over her mouth. ”I was mistaken. Before me is a desperate man hell bend on destroying his reputation. Why would you …?” She sighs, “ … well, to be frank, I don't want to know! But … you have sacrificed much to protect the Realm, to protect the Guild and I am in your debt. I will get you the poultices you need, delivered to your room within the hour and anything else you desire.” She rises looking around to see if anyone might be able to overhear her words. The tables had been put back and there is a ruckus coming from the hunters, drinking wine and eagerly anticipating the execution. She leans forward. “If you are caught I will not help you and I can't be associated with any of this.”

Heldris The Dove Knight

Timea’s sensible words bring Heldris partially back to his senses. “My reputation is just a means to an end, it is my oath that matters. But I’ll do my best to avoid destroying my reputation, and I swear I'll be the sole responsible for whatever happens next.” Heldris smiles warmly. “I know it is much to ask, and as I said it is I that will be in your debt.” He holds Timea's hand for a little longer. “Thank you, dear Timea.” He lets go of her hands, and warmly encouraged by the promised help he walks away. Now with a clearer mind, he wonders what has been of Sir Perilake, and if he might be of help.

Referee

Sir Anastaz, there is a knock on the door. Sir Ulrich stands in the corridor and bows formally. “I am here in my capacity as Lady Bianca's second to impart her requests for the duel.” His fine clothes are rumpled and there are leaves clinging to his tunic. He looks over your shoulder into the room. “May I come in? ... I need a drink!”

Anastaz The Salt Knight

The Salt Knight does not look much more dignified than Sir Ulrich: his hair is messy and he is in his bedclothes. "Please," he says, opening the door wide and gesturing inside. He pours Ulrich some wine.

Referee

Ulrich slums into the chair and takes a deep drink from the cup. "I talked to your second … and … " He wipes his mouth and sets the cup heavily back on the table. "... this is ridiculous! I talked to Zoltan about the Iron Knight's request. What is he supposed to do? Argue with his father?” Ulrich stands up again and walks over to the hearth. It is late afternoon and the room is cold and lays in shadows. He places logs into the hearth. With his back to you he says “She demands that you fight with 'open ventail' - no helmets and no armour. You can use the shield with the King's crest because 'that will implicate the King'." He wiggles his head as he mockingly imitates her voice. “ He turns around. "Will you accept?“

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"Hm." He turns back toward his armor and weapons, neatly stacked by Gundhilde. "I accept, so long as I can use this," he says, unsheathing Zuraw.  

Referee

Sir Ulrich eyes flash for a brief second as you unsheathe the sword that belonged to his father and that was stolen and brought to Castle Barow as spoils of war. He turns to kindle the flame in the hearth. “She will very much want you to.“

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"I wouldn't want to disappoint her... You know, I made Zoltan my successor, not just my second. If I die tomorrow, he will inherit this." He lays the sword on the table between them. "If I live, I will give it to him when he comes of age. I harbor no ill will towards Kranach, only treasonous knights who forsake their vows."  

Referee

“You still don't understand, do you? She cannot lose. Either she brings back Zuraw as a hero, her reputation restored.” He drops the log he held and leans heavily against the hearth. “Or she dies, killed by a henchman of the King with the sword of house Kranach that was stolen during the war. Do I have to spell out what the consequences are?”  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz stares into the flames. "A strange land this is, where it is shameful to obey the King. I do not know what the outcome of this duel will be, but I have tried to act honorably, and in concord with my vows. I dislike bloodshed, but Bianca and I have made our bed, and now we must lie in it."

Referee

Sir Ulrich rises, turns and bows. He looks like a broken man. ”I will tell the Iron Knight of your decision. We will meet again at the hedge before dawn. Good luck.” He leaves.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz watches him leave, takes a sip of wine, and slides his hand across Zuraw, the Crane, before sheathing it and returning to bed.  

Referee

Ser Perilake, while you were talking to Sir Ulrich a strange ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds. Within the circle of stones stood the Dove Knight bathing in the light. As you take your leave from the Envoy, Heldris is already halfway to the castle like a man possessed. Once you reach the courtyard yourself you see Heldris leaving the Great Hall, red eyed but with fierce determination.

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake closes quickly with the Dove Knight. "What business are you about brother?" He mutters softly. They start making plans.

The Dungeon

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake heads into the room, carrying three large jugs. One of strong wine, one containing Timea's secrets, and another of watered wine for the Gilded Knight's own. "Ah, the brave souls who protect us from this dread beast! Just the men I have been looking to see." He sets the jugs down on the floor, and uncorks the first before taking a long swig and proferring it to them. "Sceptremass is so dour. But it promises to be livelier in the morning, aye? A fire to warm our souls and the realm to be finally rid of a monster such as this." He proffers the jug to the guards "Though of course, that hunter Ratlev will get all the credit. I heard the King say he would knight him if such a thing was not the purview of the seers. But what of the men who stand guard over such a creature? Who keep the King safe from its ravages? I say they deserve a reward!" 

Referee

The guards get on their feet, one knocking off a chair another trying frantically to hide the dice they were gambling with. When they hear your praise and see the wine they relax and offer you a chair. The captain of the guards refuses the wine at first but doesn't dare to order his soldiers to do the same. He thirstily eyes the jug and when you mention a reward he finally gives in to the temptation.

Heldris The Dove Knight

Waiting in his chamber at the light of a candle, Heldris hears some footsteps outside and a heavy object being placed on the floor behind the door. Once the footsteps are gone, Heldris opens the door to find a small but heavy coffer, containing poultices, herbs and bandages, as well as rare incense and a pouch of sweet dates. He snuffs the candle out and, making sure no one’s around, he sneaks out in the courtyard towards the old Gaming Hall. Once inside, he lifts the slab once again and lowers into the dark corridor. With only the dim candlelight to guide him, the Dove Knight gains the trapdoor and in the dark he whispers: “Here I am again, Creature, this time to make things right by my oaths as knight.” As he hears The Gilded Knight’s voice greeting the guards, he opens the trap door and lowers himself down in the cell. “We needed help from some friends, and we’ve found it. I’ll heal your wings, while my fellow knight will keep the guards busy. We shall be quiet and patient.” He adds, taking out a sweet date from the pouch. 

Referee 

The cell is damp and smells of mould. The creature is lying on wet straw hidden within its broken wings. As soon as you take out the date you hear a soft squeaking noise and its snout appears tasting the air. A long tongue grabs the sweet fruit. You hear a sigh and moan from the Bat and the crooked wings unfold painfully. “Shhweeeet oooh shooo shweeeet!“ 

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake drinks with them, and when their bottle runs dry he uncorks Timea's vintage and hands it over, smiling as the captain takes a long pull even as he loses a few coin on the dice game. Drinking only from his own jug, he waits for it to have its effect.

Referee

Soon they start to slur their words and their movements become slow and sluggish. First one of the guards rests his head on his folded arms on the table, another leaning back in the chair with closed eyes. Only the captain who tried to restrain himself is awake. He looks around with heavy lidded eyes. ”Friends … we …. should be more vig-  hic vigilant ….”

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Feigning intoxication, Perilake leans in across to the captain. "The beast... the beast.... is behind a bolted door, its wings broken. The key to its cell hidden... What...what is there to fear.... unless it can turn into water... or - or - wine!" he laughs

Heldris The Dove Knight

While the creature is feeding on the sweet dates, the Dove Knight sets up and lights the incense that will lull the bat and calm it down. In the meantime he mixes the sour herbs and starts applying the poultices on the creature’s wounds. All the while he hums the song of the great winged one in a gentle soothing tone. Finally, he covers the wounds with white linen bandages and as the bat curls up to sleep and recover, he hums a song from home, about a small grey dove that frees itself from a golden cage. He waits patiently on the creature's side, listening to the muffled banter coming from the closed door at the end of the corridor, keeping an eye on the healing wounds and changing the bandages when needed.

Referee

“Waddaya mean... hidden?“ He vaguely gestures at the shadowy wall but abandons his movement as the arm grows too heavy. “They're right there.”

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

"And this - this is right here!" Perilake snorts and pushes the last of Timea's wine to the captain, before letting out a great and entirely feigned yawn himself.

Referee

It is before midnight when the captain passes out and through the door you can hear Heldris softly humming to the Bat.

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake stands, and quickly sets about his business. He unbolts the door, retrieves the key - making careful note of how it was originally placed - and opens the door. Silently, he nods at Heldris and the creature and raises a finger to his lips. He comes to the cell and seeing the straw laid around the creature, he uses a forgotten pail of water to wash out the jugs, tipping their dregs into the creature's bedding. No trace of Timea's brew or his own watery vintage remains. Perhaps the creature turned to water, or indeed wine, after all.... "The guards are asleep Heldris." He whispers. "We will secure everything as it was once the creature is gone, and I will position things so as to sell the best story; that our friend here has powerful magic that can defeat any cell or binding if needed. Whether the captain believes that or not, I will make sure he understands it is a better story for the King than their drunken thirst - and they will never know for sure."

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris nods and looks at the creature. “It should be up and ready before dawn. Let's hope it can fly away unnoticed and get as far away as possible.” He holds Perilake's hand, “Thank you my friend, we couldn't have made it without your help and your wit.“

Referee

You stay with the Bat performing the ritual of healing with herbs and song until before dawn it starts to stir. Slowly its mended wings unfold and the Bat towers over you its eyes flashing and its body trembling out of sheer power. It looks down at you. “Firthhht huuu chgave mee hope. Now huuu chgive me freedom.” It takes a cautious step forward, ducks to pass through the cell door and listens, its head turning from side to side. It looks back at you: “Chwenever huu need mee: shing my shong. Thank huu Chnight!“ ...

The Bat

... and it starts running with a strange waddle up the stairs and through the doors and 

you hear guards shouting and screams of fear as it spreads its wings and

takes flight and from the top of the stairs you see it circling

once over the castle in a last farewell 

and then it disappears into 

the greying 

dawn.

Sceptremass VI - The Seconds

Afternoon of the 2nd Kinsday of Petals - The Chambers of the Company

Referee

The fire in the hearth has burned down and candles provide the illumination in your room that the light from the overcast sky fail to do. There is a platter of dried and salted fish on the table and a carafe of wine. 

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake takes the carafe and pours a cup for each of them. He stares into the liquid for a moment, then raises his gaze to his brothers. "More blood, then. More darkness between Kranach and Karpat." He sighs "I suppose we should have known that Iron would not bend... that they would never release the Snare Knight from their trap." He takes a long drink from his cup. "And the beast... We sit in the realms greatest court, and yet I cannot say we have found justice"

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz drinks, and nibbles thoughtfully at some fish. "Could it be wrong that we were wrong about the Bat? Perhaps we misunderstood the Seers, or... ugh." He rubs his temples. "Gundhilde, I think the armor is clean. Sit, eat if you want. It may be your last day as my squire."

Referee

Gundhilde puts away the rag. ”As you wish my lord.” She walks over to the table but refuses to take a seat. ”Do you think Lady Bianca is innocent? If she is not … well her fate is already decided and you will clearly win." She pauses for a second and adds quietly, "I'd reckon you would win if only mastery decided the outcome.”

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

"She is guilty of breaking her vow. But so is Dagmar, however long ago, for however noble her cause." Perilake bangs a hand on the table, but with more resignation than force. "And the secret is now out. Dagmars actions hold no power beyond opinion, and what she was scared of has come to pass. Yet the route taken demands answering still. What a waste." He looks at Anastasz and Gunhilde. "The Iron Knight is fierce, yet Salt will turn such strength to rust. The victor is sure on both measures by my reckoning. This battle will spare the King, and it may douse the sparks of mutiny in Karpat, or at least the fire of those would label them as such. But it will only fuel the emnity between the houses... Those sworn to vengeance will see only more to avenge. Another betrayal."

The quiet before the storm

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris sits broodingly on a stool, holding tightly on the cup of wine that Perilake has handed him. “Yes, more hate, more resentment, more confusion on this day before Sceptermass. When knights and lords should renew their vows of loyalty,” he sighs, “I feel my faith in the realm withering today.” He shows a forced smile. “Perhaps you're right, Anastaz, the Creature might be guilty for all we know. It’s just… if even a shadow of a doubt… but the court seemed so eager of blood… as with this trial by combat. I have no doubt the Salt Knight will prevail, but there must be a better way, a better example for the lords before Sceptermass.”

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

"But what can we do? The King has made his final judgement. The beast is no knight, there can be no trial by combat. Who would even be the combatants?" Perilake downs his wine, and pours another.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

The Salt Knight furrows his brow. "I do not like to imagine an innocent creature being killed. But what is the alternative? The King demands it, and it is not our right to question him. Justice is not always easy."

Referee

When there is a knock on the door Gundhilde opens it to reveal the Sheriff and a servant standing in the corridor. The servant who is holding writing implements follows Lady Margaret into the room and places them on the table. "Some formalities, I'm afraid. Salt Knight, you need to declare your second. You need to nominate who will inherit your title and possessions in case of death. You will also have to sign that you relief your family from invoking a feud. Lady Bianca has done the same. She has promoted Sir Ulrich to be her second.” She hands you the quill.

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris begrudgingly agrees that there is nothing to be done. But just as he starts to reply about protecting the innocents, he’s interrupted by a knock on the door. The morbid formalities brought by the Sheriff cast him back to his sombre mood.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz strokes his chin for a moment. "I think to make Zoltan my second, and my successor." He glances at Perilake. "By your leave, Sir?"

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake puts his cup down slowly, and stares for a moment at Anastasz. "I cannot speak on my squires behalf in this. But you.... you have my trust. I will not forbid it." His voice lowers to a whisper as he stares into Anastasz's eyes. "Though I question why you would do this, I trust you." He stands. "I will ask Zoltan. If he declines, I will be your second. If it pleases you."

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"It would."

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake leans close across the table, his hands gripping the cup with white knuckles. "If you mean to place the boy in a fight to the death with the Iron Knight or his father, then my judgement is more tarnished than I imagined possible." He speaks softly and low before standing. He nods at the Sheriff and speaks clearly. "I will let you know the outcome of our conversation by dawn. If Zoltan will not act as second, then I will." The lustre of the Gilded Knight seems far faded, his words falling like lead into the melancholy silence of the room as he departs in search of his squire.

Referee

You find young Zoltan in the stable. He is talking to Blackwyn in a low voice while he his combing down the steed. “ … and then he offered me The Crane, can you imagine?” Blackwyn whickers as you approach and Zoltan turns around, drops the brush and steps back blushing.”My lord, I ...”

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

"What, Zoltan? Speak clearly. I have been long patient with your words, but that patience was broken alongside your word to me in the Karpat tent. Even a failed murderer is a man, not a boy who mumbl-" Perilake's anger boils forth, before he bites his tongue with a hiss. He composes himself. "I regret those words. Whatever my disappointment, I would not be cruel to you. But I would ask you still to speak clearly to me, to tell me - honest and true." He sits on a bale of hay, and stares at his squire. "The trial of combat requires the knights to choose seconds. Lady Bianca has named your father, and he has accepted. Sir Anastasz... I do not know why. But Sir Anastasz has chosen you. I am here to ask if you will accept - but first... first I must ask that you listen to me." He leans forward and pulls Zoltan's hands towards him, bringing the boy sitting alongside him on the hay. "You have heard the Snare Knight's words now, heard the truth of that bloody day. Her secret is known to all of the court; she cannot be blackmailed, but even those sympathetic to her motivations will no longer trust her." "And you have seen what vengeance is to bring the Iron Knight - and to your house, to the realm. For the difference between exile and death is only whether the grievances will be borne publicly or privately. The only one who might change that is Dagmar, who may forgive Bianca her crimes. Yet the Snare Knight is captured in the noose of damnation, and her only support is her house. Without others, she would merely declare herself prey forever." "So tell me, as my sworn squire, if you are that still. What is it you want to say to me?"

Referee

Zoltan starts mumbling before cursing under his breath and falling silent again. He balls his fists and starts speaking, slowly pressing every word between gritted teeth. "My lord … What I did in the tent … I have broken my promise and I am unworthy to … " He slips from the hay bale and gets on one knee. "I served Sir Johann well and he was a good teacher but when you fought him at the tournament I prayed to the Lake and the Shrouded Isle that you would win, the Knight in the Golden Armour. I dreamt of visiting Seers and follow their guidance and protecting the Realm. I dreamt of slaying mystical beasts and mundane vagabonds. And it all came true: I heard the Entombed Seer speak! I was there when the Eye sprouted from the ground! We rid the Realm of the Bandits and slew the Wolfspider in its lair." He looks up at you pleadingly. "Please my lord, I will never let you down again, I swear, but don't send me back to Kranach!"

Referee

Heldris, you make your way once again to the old Game Hall. The smell of dust and old wood familiar and even comforting. When you close the wooden door and light your candle it is dark and very quiet. At the shaft you crouch down and hear the same humming as before but softer and you imagine the creature hiding within its broken wings.  

Heldris The Dove Knight

Under the dim light of the half-consumed candle, Heldris crouches near the trapdoor. “Im sorry, I've failed to keep my promise. My words weren't enough, I thought the King would listen to reason. But what else can be done? My faith is withering.” He sighs, “I wish the Sunlite Seer were here to guide me.”

Referee

The Bat falls silent for a while and then it croaks louder than before as if peaking out through its wings: "Huu came for mee? All alone I chwait but huu came! Thank huu Chnight. Huu gave mee chhope chwhen I was all alone. Thank huu ...” And then it starts humming softly again, wrapped in its wings, alone in the dark.

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake looks up, his face heavy. "But you dream still of revenge, true? Against a woman who made the mistake of believing she could save lives during a war." He stands. "I suppose at least one dream will not come true, though as with Dagmar, blood will be spilled no matter the intent." "I will not send you back to Kranach. You will remain my squire. I will hope.... I will hope that you are flawed, not false. That you will live up to my expectations, foolish as they may be." The Gilded Knight speaks low as he unknowingly echoes the words of his squire and the Salt Knight. "I will hope that you will show the realm the strength of a true knight. To put the balance of honour and duty to all above the fires of your heart." He sighs heavily, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I will hope that there is some way tomorrow does not see death, though I see no means within my power." He shakes his head. "Enough of this. I have spoken long enough. Tell Sir Anastasz if you will accept the position as second; tell him you have my blessing in either decision. I am weary, and I will see you in the morrow."

Referee

Zoltan reaches out to kiss your hand but he catches himselft and bows, the outreached hand performing a flowery gesture instead. "I thank you my lord and I accept the Salt Knight's request ... " Zoltan can't suppress a beaming smile which disappears quickly when he remembers Anastaz wish." ... but with a heavy heart." Behind him you see Sir Ulrich passing the stables. He is leaving the castle in the direction of the hedge. He is deep in thought and hasn't seen neither you nor his own son. When you catch up with him he has reached the oak grove above the circle of stones, sitting between the trees. He looks up at you. "So you have heard about the Iron Knights decision? I will second her at dawn."

The Oak Grove

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

"I have, my lord. I still pray there is some way to avoid this, for my own foolishness. " Perilake takes a seat opposite and takes the measure of the man. "I am glad we have finally met. I would tell you that your son... your son has the makings of a fine Knight. Brave, fierce, strong. Loyal." He stares at the older man. " I would ask you my lord; you gave up your seat in the name of peace. Yet you passed to your son a duty of vengeance.... Why?"

Referee

"I gave up my seat …in the name of peace?" He laughs bitterly. "Yes of course! As to why I told Zoltan: He would have heard it anyway and better he hears it from me than on the courtyard from a fellow squire who loves to gossip. Vengeance is for the brave and for the foolish," he touches the silk of his fine tunic, "… and I am neither. I hope you are right about my son."

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

"If not for peace, then....?" Perilake shakes his head. "Your son is but a boy still. But I have hope it is bravery and not foolishness that he will rise to. Even if the realm cannot." Perilake leans forward. "Your son is to second the Salt Knight in his defence of Lady Dagmars honour."

Referee

Sir Ulrich stares at you incredulously before exclaiming: “What? … Why would Sir Anastaz …?” He shakes his head and mumbles angrily under his breath. “Maybe Lady Bianca is right about the Salt Knight ...” He gets up and shakes out his tunic.”I guess it's too late now. I need to speak to Zoltan about the Iron Knight's requests concerning the duel.”

Heldris The Dove Knight

Panic-stricken, Heldris flees from the voice of the innocent creature. Tears blurring his vision, he takes the route to the other end of the secret tunnel. He stumbles in the dark until he can feel the heavy slab on the tunnel ceiling. But instead of the dusty light of the old auditorium, his eyes are met by the dim daylight surrounding the old menhir and the stone circle where the Feast of the Stars had taken place. He look up at the sky behind the old stones, clearing his vision with the sleeve of his shirt.

Referee

The sky is overcast and the sun a mere suggestion beyond the banks of clouds. Between the oak trees on the hill you see Sir Ulrich and The Gilded Knight arguing. A thin branch above them sways slightly as a dove takes flight. It gains height and glides overhead as suddenly a single ray of sunlight bathes you in golden warmth. A moment later the dove and the light are gone and the world is grey again. But the warmth remains.

Sceptremass V - The Trial of The Iron Knight

 Afternoon of the 2nd Kinsday of Petals - The Great Hall

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz looks down and begins to massage his temples when the guilty verdict is announced. When the King says his name, he slowly looks up at the expectant crowd and stands. "Forgive me if I lack Sir Heldris' eloquence." He searches the crowd for the Iron Knight.

Referee

The Iron Knight stands up from Kranach's table and straightens her white uniform. She smiles confidently at you.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"Lady Bianca of Altenburg, Sheriff of Kranach, you stand accused of blackmailing Lady Dagmar, Marshal of Karpat, a fellow Knight, servant of the King, and defender of the Realm. Do you deny these charges?

Referee

The Iron Knight takes a step closer to the guards that stand between the throne and the attending nobles. She is very beautiful. "The Snare Knight has paid me for keeping a secret that should have been revealed earlier." She has faced the nobles but turns now and addresses Lady Dagmar directly who is still shielded by the Karpat Envoy Adalgunde. "Keeping it a secret is a mistake I regret deeply. You call it blackmail. I call it an oversight that I am willing to rectify by sharing her despicable betrayal with her fellow Knights." 

 Lady Bianca, The Iron Knight

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"A secret that should have been revealed earlier'... If Lady Dagmar betrayed His Grace, concealing that fact would be treason. If she did not, you have merely forsaken your vows. Which is it?"

Referee

"We all remember the war." She looks down with a pained expression. There are subdued murmurs of approval from the crowd. "Much has happened since. Back then I was a young Kranach soldier fighting invaders from Svenrik. Karpat were our allies. The betrayal of Lady Dagmar was that of her allies not of the King." The murmurs grow louder. "I have not forsaken my vows and the traitor sits over there."  

 Anastaz The Salt Knight

"It was war, my Lady. Allegiances change. We have many lords and ladies of Szalai in this chamber, did they betray you when they took up His Grace's standard? And what of Kranach, who ultimately bent the knee as well? And if you had fought until the bitter end, you would not be standing here today."  

Referee

"If we had fought freely without being stabbed in the back by this snake we might have won." She hisses angrily taking a step closer to Lady Dagmar.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"No one is forcing you to swear allegiance to His Grace, Lady Bianca, nor to stay in His realm. You could always forswear your titles and flee to Masuria."

Referee

"Flee?" She spits. "Why leave? There was a time when all of this ..." She bites her lips but the damage is done. There are angry shouts from the Knights and you see her trembling from anger. Sir Dragan approaches her and lays a hand on her shoulder but she angrily shrugs him off. "Who do you think you are?", she screams at you. "A stranger who doesn't know our history. An era when we lived in peace before the invaders came. A Realm prosperous and ruled justly by … " Dragan has now gotten hold of her and drags her back. More shouts from the crowd. Sir Vladimir tries to call for order but no end. Lady Bianca slums on her chair while Lady Zdenka is trying to talk sense into her. Sir Dragan is approaching the King to limit the damage that is done.  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"At last we see the real betrayal, a treason hiding in the Iron Knight's heart, fomenting disloyalty against His Grace. Yet even as she resents Masur's loss, she uses it for her own gain. How would your fallen comrades feel, knowing you profit from their demise?"

Referee

You need to shout your words over the commotion that Lady Bianca's words have caused. "Unworthy to be a Knight!" somebody calls and "Take her title away" another. Finally the clamour dies down and the King declares: "As the advisor of the accused, Sir Dragan is allowed to speak on the Iron Knight's behalf." Sir Dragan positions himself next to you, wipes his face with a silken handkerchief and waits until it is completely silent. "Lady Bianca has fought at the Battle of the Red Reeds where hundreds were slain. She was among the few who survived. I pray nobody among the young Knights ..." he glances around before looking straight at the Salt Knight " … has to suffer her fate and I beg for forgiveness in her name." He turns around and points at the Snare Knight. “I summon the Marshall of the Fortress, Lady Dagmar of Karpat before the King to give witness."

Referee

The Snare Knight gets up with great difficulty and grips the back of her chair to steady herself. She is very pale and sways slightly. "I have only one question.” Dragan says gently."Do you admit betraying the position of Karpat's troops that caused the death of so many fine soldiers?” And in the shocked silence she answers in a trembling voice. "Yes and I regret it every day.” Dragan turns to you with a smile. “Your witness, Salt Knight!”

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake's eyes stray back towards his squire. Will Zoltan hold his tongue, or will he shame himself further? Somewhere inside, the gilded knight still holds the faint hope that the boy may show wisdom, that if he speaks then he will lend his voice to forgiveness and conciliation. But that hope flickers but dimly now, lost in the shame of the attack. It is kept alive only by the presence of Lady Inga.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz sighs. "Lady Dagmar, why did you betray the position of Karpat's troops?"

Referee

She is slurring her words and her eyes are red and swollen. “It was the end of the war. We had lost and everybody knew it. To send the men and women to their death would have been .. But the rulers in their holding were proud and didn't see what was obvious. I was promised that our soldiers and the soldiers of Kranach would be surrounded and given the opportunity to yield. The war would have ended without any more bloodshed!”

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz crosses to Lady Dagmar and takes her hand in his to comfort her. "And then what happened?"

Referee

"The mercenaries from Svenrik attacked without warning. We were overrun. They killed Sir Zigmunt. They spared no one." Tears are running down her face. It is utterly silent in the Great Hall.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"How did the Iron Knight first approach you, my Lady?"

Referee

"A delegation from Kranach visited us last year. As you may know Lady Zdenka is married to the uncle of my liege. Bianca told me she would reveal what I have done unless I would pay her from the Karpatian coffers. I was afraid my family … “ Her voice breaks” I was afraid of the shame .. I was weak … I should have stood up to her ...”   

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz slowly shakes his head. He looks up at the assembled masses. "Many secrets have been revealed today. Lady Dagmar gave away secrets assured that her sacrifice would protect the people of the realm, but the mercenaries from Svenrik did not honor this deal. Lady Bianca discovered the Snare Knight's secret and manipulated it to her own profit: disturbing the peace of the realm, threatening the status of house Karpat, and desecrating the memory of house Kranach's fallen warriors. For her disloyalty to the King and her treachery towards a fellow Knight, I declare Lady Bianca devoid of honor and ask that she be stripped of her titles, as it please Your Grace. May the Seers have mercy on all of us." Anastaz takes a seat, exhausted.

King Andrasz of Barow

Referee

Zoltan is leaning against the balustrade with his back to the trial. His head is buried in his arms and his shoulders are twitching.  

Down in the Great Hall you could hear a needle drop. All eyes rest on the King who absent mindedly massages his right hand. Next to him Sir Ulrich has put his face in his hands in a reflection of his son's posture. Sir Dragan has taken a seat next to Zdenka who has placed a hand on Bianca's shoulder. After a while the King calls Dragan and Anastaz to him. “Dragan, the Iron Knight is guilty of breaking her vow. She will be stripped off her titles. If she finds a place in the sanctuary of a Seer we might in time call her back into service.” Dragan harrumphs and shakes his head. In an undertone he says:” My Grace, Lady Zdenka has promised the rulers of Altenburg that she would not abandon one of our own. There will be severe diplomatic consequences. I urge you to rethink your verdict.” The King narrows his eyes at Dragan's words and looks over to you.  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz speaks loudly. "I am more than willing to put it to a trial by combat. Surely Altenburg cannot dispute the verdict if even fate finds her guilty."

Referee

Sir Dragan inclines his head with a smile as if he had expected your suggestion: “That would be agreeable.” The King however hesitates and studies your face with a worried look. “A trial by combat is not a tournament fight, Salt Knight. It is fought to the death. Are you sure you want to put your life on the line for Lady Dagmar?”

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz nods slightly. "I know Lady Dagmar's cause to be just. And when I make a vow, I keep it."

Referee

Andrasz walks past all the Council members and the delegates from the house who had risen and stand in line. He addresses the Great Hall. ” Tomorrow the Realm comes together once again to renew the bond we share. It pains me that the matters discussed throw a shadow over the unity of the Realm. Lady Bianca of Altenburg has been accused of having broken her vow and I have asked Sir Anastaz The Salt Knight who brought the case to my attention to prosecute her. Due to the gravity of the accusations it has been decided that a trial by combat will determine who fate will favour. They will meet at dawn among the Hedge and the blood of the one destined to die will consecrate the stones.” With this the trial of the Iron Knight ends and Knights and Courtiers slowly file out of the Great Hall lively discussing the events of the day.

Sceptremass IV The Trial of the Bat

Afternoon of the 2nd Kinsday of Petals - The Great Hall

Referee

There is a tense murmur among the courtiers and Knights in the Great Hall. Guards are positioned between them and the tables of the houses and along the carpet leading to the throne. A light drizzle falls on those of lower status who have to be content with peaking over the helmets of the guards at the gate.

Anastaz ist sitting next to Lady Margaret at the table on one side of the King the rest of the Court on the other. You hear the bellowing laughter of Sir Adalbert at the Szalai table who has pulled a servant on his lap and demands more wine before he will release the hostage. Lady Zdenka and Sir Dragan are standing at their table shielding Lady Dagmar from view. Perilake, Lady Inga has invited you to sit with house Kranach. Have you taken her up on the offer or do you stand with the Knights and Courtiers?

There is a commotion outside and you hear shouts and screams of fear. You smell burned skin as guards rush in dragging massive chains behind them. The light from outside is suddenly blocked by a dark towering figure struggling against the chains. Upon seeing the Bat there is a collective gasp of shock and one of the courtiers even faints. Other guards poke the creature with their torches which hisses in pain and anger. Eventually the creature is held down before the throne and Lady Margaret rises: "The foul winged beast you see with your own eyed has terrorized the North for too long, spoiling crop and feasting on our livestock. But brave hunters from Waldochia came over the mountains and caught the monster redhanded. Do we need any more proof of its viciousness?"

The Waldochian hunters earn admiring glances but over the shouts of approval Heldris can be heard yelling from the gate. ”Wait! You're making a mistake, the creature is innocent!”

Heldris The Dove Knight

All eyes drawn on him, Heldris stands in the middle of the Great Hall, droplets of rain falling from the fringes of his flowery tunic. "My name is Sir Heldris the Dove Knight, of the Company of the Black Fleece. I and my fellow knights have met this creature while investigating strange happenings in the region. We too thought it responsible, and we too were prepared to slay it. But our heart saw past its terrifying features: we saw an old marvel of our lands that not only isn’t responsible for what troubles the northern hills, but might very well be able to help us. Have you all forgotten the stories of your grandfathers? When they caught the ugly Polevik that hunted the fields, and cut off its head to ensure a bountiful harvest… oh, how brave they felt, until they realised that worse horrors were stalking the tall grass, and without the ugly Polevik no scarecrow could ever stop those. All crops were lost, and famine plagued the land.” Heldris pauses for a few seconds, to catch his breath. He feels all eyes upon him, a mix of wonder, of scepticism, of annoyance, and hope. He raises his iron hand, “Already the Black Fleece have proved its worth to the realm. Let us pursue this mystery further, and bring to you the real culprit.”

Spoil the Loaf, taint the Wine - The Bat

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake sits with House Kranach, by Lady Inga's side. His eyes scan the crowd for his squire, who he has not seen since the shameful deeds of last night.  

Referee

Bianca pretends to not see Lady Inga squeezing your hand under the table. The Iron Knight is dressed in a fancy white uniform with the golden crest of Key and Crane on her right chest, sitting upright and attentively following the exchange between Heldris and the Sheriff. Sir Dragan dismissively harrumphs when the Dove Knight makes his case. You can't see young Zoltan among the nobles.

Referee

A moment of stunned silence and then the hall erupts in shouts of protest: "Don't listen to him!", "Ridiculous!", "Burn the beast" until Sir Vladislav repeatedly pounds his tankard on the table and shouts "Silence!" with his booming voice. Lady Margaret steps forward and declares with a slightly annoyed side glance: "I call upon the distinguished hunter Radlev to give witness to the Court so that any remaining doubts can be cleared up.” The guards repeat the name until after some time he appears and is let through. He describes how the hunters questioned the fine folk of Swinjo and the sheep herders in the mountain who all confirmed the crimes of the Bat. He describes how they finally tracked down the Bat in a cave. Lady Margaret nods and looks at you invitingly as if with the hunter's statement the culpability of the beast had been ultimately proven.

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris listens attentively to the hunter’s account. “Yes, we’ve met before. You traced our steps on the northern hills, but our methods differ. We sought the wisdom of the Entombed Seer who dwells in the region. They told us that the creature feasted on sweet fruit, not cattle, and predicted that we would have judged it before the King, and here we are. But you’ve spoken to the folk we live on the hills, haven’t you noticed the ghosts that haunt their minds? They force themselves on a meal of live worms, in the delusion of repelling bad luck. Something is amiss there, but is not the creature you’re so eager to slay, a natural dweller of the hills.” The Dove Knight weighs his next words, unsure whether to push his luck on the delicate matter of diplomacy, and yet: “When we camped with you, after meeting the bat, you were so eager to tell us about the contested land between Waldochia and Barowia. Why were you hunting south of your land? And what would your land gain from you killing this creature and delivering it to the court of Barowia?”

Referee

A hushed murmur of voices from the crowd fills the hall and Anastaz hears the King cursing under his breath. Radlev looks confused for a second. When you mention the Entombed Seer he touches his forehead in a gesture of reverence. “... of course the wisdom of the Seers … has to be respected … “ he stutters. “... but I really don't know what the lands between … “ “Enough!” The King's sonorous voice cuts Radlev off who pulls down his fur headdress and turns it nervously in his hands. “We have heard enough! Sheriff, deliver you final plea before the Dove Knight will conclude the trial of The Bat!” Radlev bows and slinks back into the crowd while the Sheriff gathers herself.

Lady Margaret points at the chained creature: “The most honourable Sir Heldris – who arrived late and in a state of much abstraction – has reminded us of the Polevik, a vicious beast whose guilt was never in doubt. Should its ugliness count against it?” She pauses, wrinkling her nose in disgust.”I let you decide. But more importantly should the fact that it also had beneficial qualities – scaring away birds from the crops – be regarded as a justification for its sins? Spreading diseases, leading wanderers to their death? ” She shakes her head. “No! It shall be judged purely on the gravity of its crime and its crimes are grave indeed. The Bat is as guilty as the Polevik and it shall be punished at the stake! ”She bows before the King with a smile apparently very pleased with herself.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

The silence is punctured by the sound of Anastaz clearing his throat. "When our Company encountered the Bat during our travels last season, it was able to speak to us in our own language. Perhaps the creature should speak for itself."

Referee

“Impossible!”, “Let it speak!”, “Hide the Children!”, “Preposterous!”, “Cover your ears!” While Sir Vladimir struggles to calm down the audience the King gestures for the Sheriff and Heldris to step forward. “Margaret, is there a precedence for a beast to defend itself?” The Sheriff pauses for a moment before replying. "I am not as versed as Sir Heldris in these old rulings but if I recall correctly the Polevik was muzzled during his trial, which was criticized later by scholars. It was ordered that even 'Wyrm and Wyvern' shall be given a last word but not more.” The King massages his right hand with a pained face. “So be it. Dove Knight, deliver your speech. The beast will have its say afterwards and then ...”He looks over to Anastaz and sighs, “... then the other trial begins.” Eventually the shouts from the crowd die down and are replaced by an expectant silence.

Ser Perilake, when you look around you see a couple of kids from the kitchen who have sneaked onto the balcony. The place had been cordoned off by guards. Among them is Zoltan hiding behind a suit of armour.

Heldris The Dove Knight

At the mention of the Polevik's guilt, Heldris starts mumbling something between an excuse and an apology. But as soon as Anastaz suggests letting the creature speak, and hearing how the scholars disapproved that the Polevik wasn’t allowed to, he recovers some of his previous nerve and addresses the king: “Noble King Andrasz, by right you rule this land of Barowia,” he pauses, observing the crowd’s reaction, “and every creature, be human or beast, is your subject. And yes, every subject has a duty to their King, but the greatest burden of all is his, as he is the hand that punishes as well as the hand that protects. And the duty of protecting every creature, every soul, of this land, is not a weightless one.” The Dove Knight pauses, letting the logic of his convoluted sentences sink in. “And yet your wisdom today demonstrates your righteousness: you gave this creature, albeit ugly still your subject, the right of a just trial and even the opportunity to speak. And I believe it’ll be enough. So no more I’ll add today, besides a thought…” He scans the crowd, slowly, before addressing the king again. “Do you kill the ugly cat when it chases the mice away? Do you kill the nightly bat when it eats the gnats that bite you? Your knights are your right arm, trust them to do the right thing. And you…” He turns to the crowd, a wolfish look sparkling in his eye, ”wouldn’t you trust your King’s arm to be just?”  

Lady Margaret of Szalai, Sheriff of Barow

Referee

The crowd reacts subdued: there are some puzzled looks from the nobles and whispers among the more senior Courtiers. Into the confusion the Sheriff announces: “As is its right the accused will be granted the right to a final statement.” She grabs a pike from one of the guards and prods the creature with it. “Speak!” The Bat trembles and forces its broken body forward as much as the chains allow. It hisses weakly: “I chhave not done hwhat huu shay I cchave. Lett mee beee!” but its words are only heard by few and those who hear them look away in disgust.

The King rises and the nobles of the great houses rise with him. “I'll thank the Knight of the Black Fleece for his service to the Realm. He reminded us all of the exemplary role a true Knight plays as the sword and shield of those they protect. Without honour and compassion a Knight cannot be respected and the Dove Knight showed both.” Andrasz walks slowly over to the Bat. ”We heard the account of brave hunters from the West who followed the beast. Did they rush to a conclusion and slew the beast? No! Although no Knights, they questioned our Vassals. They gathered evidence. They brought the creature before our throne to be judged. And judged it will be: Its crimes have been proven beyond doubt and for their severity there can be only one punishment. Tomorrow it will be chained to the stake and burned to death!“ The crowd cheers wildly and the King returns to his throne as the Bat is dragged away. The Sheriff steps forward: “We will now hear the case of Sir Anastaz the Salt Knight versus Lady Bianca the Iron Knight.“ All eyes turn to Sir Anastaz.  

Sceptremass III The Council

Noon of the 2nd Kinsday of Petals

Heldris The Dove Knight

“The beast is terrifying indeed, as is the thunder for the mice. And we too thought it was responsible, but our investigation revealed that it was the doing of a curse on people’s minds. We were set to resolve the matter, but our attention was diverted by greater things occurring to the south of the realm.” The Dove Knight pauses for a moment, while the tapping of a light rain against the large windows echoes slowly throughout the library. “I intend to defend the creature, as is my oath to protect the realm and all who dwell within. And I would hope the hunters’ presence here has not some ulterior motive, and an innocent creature, albeit terrifying, won't have to die simply to favour some political deal.” The Dove Knight's last words end on a stern, almost wolfish, look.

Referee

Timea inclines her head weighing your words. “The trial will be in the afternoon when the King listens to the plight of his Vassals. The Sheriff will brief him at noon during the Council meeting but of course we won't know what is discussed there. You better prepare your defence, Dove Knight, maybe talk to the hunters or find these witnesses.'' She looks unconvinced as she gets up straightening her silken robes. “Politics is the art of making concessions to trade a small injustice in order to prevent a worse outcome. I fear we will all learn this valuable lesson by the end of Sceptermass.” After Timea has returned to her room to freshen up for her audience with the King you wander around the library looking for legal texts when you hear somebody behind you clearing their throat. An elderly woman with a sour expression looks at you quizzically but when you explain yourself she wordlessly puts books and scrolls on a table next to the stained window overlooking the courtyard. They read “Legal Decorum” “Various Precedents” ”Distinguishing Cases ” “Common Masurian Law” ”Law and the Limits of Power” From outside you hear the crier announcing high noon. You have two hours before the trial will be held.

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"So be it." Anastaz half-sighs, stands and leaves the hall.  

Referee

Outside the hall the air tastes fresh after the constant rain and the courtyard is almost deserted. You hear Tibor bickering in the stable probably harassing other horses. In the antechamber to the Throne Room Gundhilde waits next to a woman in an old uniform with whom she shares the same broad face and the same green eyes. Your squire steps forward and makes sure to sweep mud from your boots and adjusts your tunic, while Lady Margaret holds her hands out:” Your sword, Sir Anastaz.” She doesn't acknowledge the presence of her daughter and you suspect they were both waiting in silence. While you hand her your weapon she leans forward and whispers: ”Sir Ulrich doesn't have to learn about the … incident. He has enough to deal with right now.”

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris sits down at the table and opens the scrolls before him. Outside in the courtyard small figures hurry under the light rain, but no noise penetrates the thick stained window. Heldris begins to read, looking for a keyword or a hint of something overlooked.  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

The Salt Knight nods. "I understand. My goal is always to preserve the King's peace." As he goes to walk into the chamber, he casually states, "Gundhilde has been an exemplary squire."

Referee

The windowless room is dimly lit with candles. Margaret and you take seats next to each other on one of the strange roofed benches on the side, with the rest of the Council sitting opposite of you. Sir Ulrich holds a scroll to the light and squints at it. His elegant robes are stretched over his imposing belly. Sir Vladislav is leaning back and his face is hidden in the shadows. King Andrasz sits on the throne under the taxidermic head of a giant bear and studies his ring while his steward is whispering something in his ear until the King motions her to begin proceedings. She adresses the room with a flat, monotonous voice:” Priority are external threats, internal threats and harvest. Concerning the latter we expect major problems due to a persistent fog blocking out the sun. At this point we can't rule out a complete failure of crops.” She looks around. “Thoughts?”  

Window of the Castle Library

Referee

Heldris, you delve into the old scrolls finding obscure cases and scribble down notes on odd rulings. Deeper and deeper you immerse yourself until at last you think you might have a strategy. When you look up you realize to your horror that you have completely lost track of time. It is already afternoon and for all you know the trial might already be over.

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

The Gilded Knight pauses at the gate to the main keep, and looks up at the Lady Inga. No matter how heavy his heart, it is lifted in her presence. His troubled features are crossed by a smile, though the knowledge of Lord Ulrich at his side banishes it swiftly. For a moment, he entertains that he could simply pass by Zoltan's father and seek solace from the evening's troubling events - would that be cowardice? He pauses in unfamiliar hesitation. And a flash of anger burns through the disappointment; the boy's vengeance is one passed down to him, a burden of the blood. Did Ulrich intend this? To walk the path of peace but to leave the bloody business to his son... Perilake does not want to believe. Perhaps now is not the time - it is certainly not the place. He resolves to seek out the Lady Inga's wisdom before he entangles himself further in the matters of Kranach.

Referee

You hear the Envoy of Barow inquiring about the noble woman's steed as you walk past him and you hear her inviting him to take a ride if his busy schedule allows. Lady Inga turns around on her balcony when she notices the door opening and your heart stops for a beat as her smile illuminates the room. In two steps she is in your arms embracing you tightly. “My love, oh how I missed you!” she whispers in your ear mindful of anyone who might pass her room.  

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Their embrace drives all the shadows from Perilakes mind, and he breathes in Inga as he holds her tightly. "I am here" he whispers. "And you are here with me. A moment of joy in this painful night...." At his words, Lady Inga pulls back and takes his hand, her face an unspoken question. Perilake sighs, and leads her over to a chair and table. His voice low, he explains the events of the Karpat tent, leaving nothing out. "You know how much I care for Zoltan. But today, he attempted murder - murder in righteous vengeance, but murder no less. He broke his word to me." He sighs. "I know not what to do." His face clouds with the anger from before. "The burden of Kranach's retribution should never have been placed on his shoulders. If this was Lord Ulrich's desire - then he has ill served his son. But I know not. And I know not whether I can trust Zoltan." He sighs heavily "Dagmar's betrayal was to save lives, but the Landsknechts -" He studies Inga's face as he utters the name of the Svenrik mercenaries. "- killed instead of spared. And it was all done in the name of the King.... I would have there be an end to this, but it seems the wounds will tear open once more, and drown us in blood. And the boy will never find his own path."  

Referee

Inga blushes when you mention the mercenaries. “The battle took place before my time in Swanstone, “she says slowly,”... but I can feel the pain of the family that took me in and I am ashamed of what has been done by our troops.” She mindlessly touches her necklace: the wooden falcon that you made for her. “Zoltan is still young and foolish. The death of his grandfather has been weighing on his soul since he was a child … and he still is but a boy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him.” She is quiet for a moment searching for words, nervously playing with the figurine and her cheeks are flushed. “The wounds of war have not been healed …” She looks at you pleadingly. ” ... because they fester in the dark! Maybe we need to rip them open one more time … and … and … we can finally live together in peace!” It almost sounds as if she is trying to convince not only you but also herself.  

Ser Perilake The Gilded Knight

Perilake's hand finds Inga's, and their fingers intertwine.

  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

"My comrades and I have encountered a strange red mist on our travels, but I did not realize it posed such a dire threat. We could seek its cause, if it is the most grave concern."  

Referee

Lady Hildrad nods.”Well there is the small issue of two warbands approaching from… “ The melodic voice of Sir Vlad cuts her off from the shadow of his seat: “They have retreated. Lord Ulrich' s sources confirmed that.” Hildrad blinks.”Oh, well, … internal threats then …, Lady Margaret?” The Sheriff stands up and gives a longer overview of troubles within the Realm: a new Cult that is finding new followers rapidly, skirmishes between Szalai and Karpat troops over contested land, more huts that had been destroyed by floods in Swinjo, a great winged beast that had been caught and will be brought to justice… until the King clears his throat and she falls silent. “We all know that the most pressing issue right now is the other trial: That of Lady Bianca. Her conduct is unacceptable, but … will Kranach accept our ruling whatever it might be?” He looks around until his gaze lands on you. “And are you willing to repeat your accusations publicly, Salt Knight?”  

Heldris The Dove Knight

Heldris heart jumps when he realises how late it is. He quickly collects the relevant scrolls and rushes to the hall of the trial. He steps into the hall, out of breath, yelling: “Wait! You're making a mistake, the creature is innocent!”  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz raises an eyebrow when he hears about the Bat, and frowns when the King asks him about Bianca. "Lady Bianca has blackmailed another knight, Lady Dagmar; I know this to be true, and the Iron Knight has admitted as much to me in private. But the blackmail is over actions Lady Dagmar took during the civil war, and I fear a public trial may stir up old resentments and undermine the peace in the realm."  

Envoy of Barow: Sir Ulrich of Kranach questioning his life choices

Referee

Sir Ulrich rises and leans heavily on the balustrade that seperates the benches. “My Lord, I fear that the accusations against Lady Dagmar's … actions during the war are already whispered on the corridors of the castle by Knights and Courtiers, servants and vassals. Lady Bianca has been officially summoned to defend herself. Even those who still don't know why will ask questions. A trial behind closed doors will only further divisions between the houses.”  

Anastaz The Salt Knight

Anastaz adopts a more open expression, and nods slowly as Sir Ulrich speaks. "Perhaps. Of course, as a friend of Lady Dagmar, I cannot claim impartiality..." He pauses for a moment, looking around the council. "I defer to His Grace's judgment."  

Referee

The King sits still for a while massaging his right hand, his delicate figure dwarfed by the massive throne. “ The actions of Lady Bianca are unacceptable and a desecration of the oath.“ He says slowly. “However … we need to tread carefully." He looks over to you apologetically. "House Barow must appear neutral in this matter. It will hopefully be seen as a gesture of goodwill if the prosecutor is an outsider instead of the Sheriff of Barow as would be the custom under normal circumstances. Lady Margaret will oversee the prosecution of the beast. But I want you to prosecute Lady Bianca, The Iron Knight."