Execution of a Grump

He opens his eyes and looks left and right at his shackled hands. Apparently he was captured and his captor was even smart enough to tie his hands and make him unable to cast. Karovir grumbles and looks at the Zhentarim who stood in front of him. A man in a dark armor with a mask covering his face. And immediately Karovir remembers the incident in the tower. The pactmage Zaburra took him out. "You underestimated him, you made too many mistakes, you are getting too old." are the thoughts which come up his mind. Surprisingly the pactmage doesn't show interest in questioning him or torturing him. Instead he says that Karovir could have avoided it all by just going away. How often did he go or let them go and showed mercy, especially to the younger ones? Why should he let a pactmage, who even uses and shows his evil powers so proudly go? Apparently both made the mistake to show too much mercy in the past. This time they didn't.
Karovir has been caught, Zaburra will be always hunted. The punishment in the end will be always death. Only for Karovir it comes sooner.
The Zhentarim blindfolds and gags him after telling him of the final judgment. No trial, questioning, enjoying a torture but a quick judgment. Maybe Zaburra felt that he won't get any useful information from him or he just doesn't care? Maybe he felt Karovir's divine touch and wanted to get rid of him quickly? The tall shackled grey haired man is lead outside to the place where they use to execute their criminals right in front of the temple of Bane. Though he can't see anything he can hear the crowd gathering and watching, with delight most likely. Bane would certainly smile this day, seeing a traitor hang.
"Is this my final judgment and am I done with atoning? Am I freed from my duty finally?" are his last thoughts as he feels the sling around his neck right before he got dropped down, his neck snapped and he died.

A newcomer to the town, a halfling scholar dressed in soft shades of blue, watches the scene from amidst the crowd, bent down to peek between the legs of the much larger humans looming around. She doesn't ask about what's going on, as it's plain as day before her, but instead makes quiet inquiries about what the man did, attempting to learn about the workings of the local society before the crowd disperses...

*anastasia watches on quietly at the sight from a distance, speaking softly to herself*

so falls another good man.....sleep well master karovir, gods rest your soul.

*she turns on her heel adn walks from the town once more*

*Roman gets a drink at the Skull in and overhears talk of Karovir's execution and nearly spits out his drink*

Gahdamnit, WHAT?!? I missed another execution?

*walks away grumbling*

sonuva....

Jakunen wrote:

*Abadrael stood at the front of the crowd, near the platform and on-hand in case any of the Zhentarim needed assistance with the execution. The Watchful Brother stared intently at the scene, and although this criminal scum to be executed didn't see it, Abadrael had a grin on his face the entire duration of the 'event'. Just as the trap-door on the platform was released, Abadrael raised his black-gauntleted fist into the air and shouted:*

"Hail Bane!"

Tarlyn stands at a distance under a tree, sick to his stomach at the scene before him.
As the man is lead up the wood stairs to the hangman's noose. Tarlyn thinks to himself...

"There has to be a way to break the hold that the Church of Bane & the Zhents have on this town.
I just do not know what...."

As the unknown man falls to his death, Tarlyn's head his held low, unable to watch.
Thou his fist tightens as he hears the "Hail Bane" ringing out. So tightly that a few drops of blood fall to the earth.