A Malevolent Villain: 1

[allthepowersofhell]

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i. The ravens go forth
In the days and weeks following the Emperor's announcements, night-black ravens fly over Esthere. It is not an unusual sight; ravens are a common beast.

And yet, these ravens are a herald of something darker. For these ravens possess an intelligence beyond the norm, and what they see will be brought back to their mistress.

The ravens fly to places of known Corsair activity; the broken-up fragments of Flotsam, the homes and businesses with suspected rebellious connections in Elysium. They fly, they watch, and they observe.

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ii. A cruel display [warnings for public punishment]
In a public square in Elysium, a wooden platform has been constructed. It dominates the space, rising high above the heads of any crowd. And upon this platform are the pillories.

Wooden frames, with space for a person's head and arms to be placed within. Twenty in total. And in each one, the soldiers place within a beaten and ragged-looking individual.

On the platform, calmly watching them as they are secured, is a tall woman. Planestouched, with pale green green and two dark horns rising from her head.

"Gently now, gently," she says to the soldiers, as the last prisoner is placed within. "We must make sure our guests are properly awake for their sentencing."

Then the prisoners are all secure - and she turns to the growing crowd.

"People of the Empire," she says, her voice ringing through the square. "This is a day of great sorrow, for I must tell you have been betrayed. By the very men and women you see before you - your own fellow citizens.

"When the Corsairs so cruelly attacked, they chose to betray their brothers and sisters. They choose to betray their Emperor. And they fought with those who would destroy out very way of life.

"Now it is time for these...traitors!...to reveive their just sentence. But I find I am faced with a difficulty. For while I am Duchess and their punishment is my duty, it is not I who these miscreants have most grieveiously sinned against. Why, that would be you. The good people of the Empire.

"So I ask you this, noble citizens: what would be a just sentence? What do these betrayers deserve?"

And then she looks upon the crows - and waits, for their terrible suggestions to be voiced. Because it is clear from the way the soldiers begin to surround the crowd that mercy will not be tolerated.

Those in the crowd will have to make a choice. Do they remain safe, and keep their tongues silent? Or do they attempt to assist or mitigate the prisoner's suffering - and risk becoming a target themselves?

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i. The ravens go forth

[spacetogrow]

[OOC: Time to paint a big target on Ilphyl's back. I'm cool with the TDM thread being canon]

Ravens are common enough on land, but less so over open ocean. Any bird can be blown out to sea, but Ilphyl is used to gulls and cormorants, petrels and albatrosses. They register the ravens and regard them with curiosity -- a small figure in a large straw hat, tinted goggles and a white braid going down their back, doing what looks like fishing and cleaning fish for the pot. There are even some fish guts left out to see what they do. (Befriending the ravens, using magic to communicate, and then borrowing a boat to take them to land is an option Ilphyl is considering.)

Ilphyl isn't hiding their own magic -- jumping into the ocean as a seal or octopus is just as likely to be their fishing technique as a rod, and the ravens might notice a gull circling Ilphyl's houseboat before landing and becoming an elf.

No smoking gun, but Ilphyl's houseboat is not something meant to be in the open ocean alone for long, and Ilphyl certainly meets up with others connected to Flotsam. And Ilphyl still hasn't solved the problem of their distinctive appearance for an elf in this world.

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[freearcadia]

Harlock may have been spending more time in the vault, but he was among the group in Flotsams' scattered fleet, he makes his way from one of the little drinking holes that attached itself to one of the fleets as no corsair would be long separated from drink. He was still as sober as a judge, but in a contemplative mood as he pulls a small object from his pouch, making his way to the bow of a ship.

In the setting sun, dark birds would be harder to spot, but he had noticed movement - a glossy wing, curiosity piqued - but not suspicion, the corvids of this world reminded him much of Tori-san, and he wondered how his scraggly pet was doing back home.

Probably eating something it shouldn't be. He places the small object to his lips - an ocarina, and he starts playing a melancholic tune under the golden glow of dusk.

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[thirdtenkaistar]

Thomas stifles a sound at the public display, his knuckles white around his pen as the Duchess made her proclamation. He steps back, hitting against the barrel chest of Lord Lowma.

As her eyes sweep among the crowd, the young man shrank in place, his heart beating wildly - knowing he could betray himself, but he could not just stay silent and let them suffer. A broad hand rests on Thomas' shoulder.

"Thomas, you look like you got something to say." Lowma started low. "What do you think is appropriate?"

"Uh... I... I..."