Mages of Lerner

ChelonianCommander

Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
The sun hung high in the sky, projecting the Mage's Tower the unnaturally tall building whose height is only matched by its importance to the Lerner Empire. Within its walls were hundreds of mages of all ages, from the young two year old children to war scarred veterans of near fifty years. These mages will spent young years in the tower, never leaving unless they were called upon by the Empire to march to the frontlines. Many of these mages won't come back, and those who do are often allowed a moment's respite, only to be called upon once again for war.

Those who are too young for the war are instead taught the magical arts, primarily to use for battle under the watchful eye of the Headmaster, a shadowy woman who's runs the entirety of the empire and its assets, making sure every student and staff did what they are supposed to. Anyone who strays from the schedule or The daily lives of the students are as follows.

6AM-8AM Bath & Breakfast: The students are woken up and sent to the baths in groups, first the female students then the males before being sent to the dining halls for breakfast, usually a light meal consisting of meal, bread, ale and porridge.
8AM-1PM Morning Classes: The students are then herded into their appropriate classes, separated by age which is listed as such. 2 years - 12 years, 13 years - 20 years, 21 years - 28 years, 28 years - 40 years. 40+ years are given free time. Disobedient students and trouble makers are assigned punishments.
1PM-2PM Midday Meal: The students are given a light midday meal, usually of porridge, water, bread and some fruit.
2PM-3PM Midday Break: The students are given an hours break. Punishments are handed out during this time, usually in the form of detentions for minor offenses, but sometimes public whippings and beatings are done for major offenses.
3PM-7PM Midday Classes: The Students are gathered into their respective age groups and then are herded into the classes for the midday classes. As usual disobedient students and trouble makers are assigned punishments.
7PM-9PM Night Meal: The students are taken to the dining hall for a nightly meal, a feast by most people's standard. Usually consists of large quantities of heavy, filling and hardy foods which the students are allowed to self-serve/
9PM -10PM Night Break: The students are allowed an hours break. Punishments are handed out during this time.
10PM-6AM Rest: The students are taken back to their quarters for an 8 hour rest period.

However today it seems that the schedule had to be placed on hold, as the entire tower is abuzz with news of a rebel cell who had infiltrated the city, and more importantly had infiltrated the Tower itself. All students are to be taken and interrogated while their personal belongings are searched. Your characters are part of this search as the rebels suspected to be between the ages of 15-25.

One by one your characters are taken into dark and noiseless rooms, with the only ones inside are masked guards and a cloaked person. Their identifies hidden by metal face plates and a shadowy hood respectively. They force you to speak, asking you these questions.

1. What is your name, and age.
2. How did you come to the tower?
3. How long have you been at the Tower?
4. Do you have regrets living at the tower?
5. Have you ever had thoughts of leaving?
6. Have you ever tried to leave?
7. Do you like it here at the tower?
8. What do you think about the empire?
9. Have you considered leaving the empire if you could?
10. If we were to accuse you of being a rebel what would you say?
 
Vira sat poised as if a statue, though her breath quietly rattled. She was nervous, because this was so out of the ordinary. She calmed herself, put on a stern face, and answered. "I am Viransena Nurvi, age 20. My parents gave me away when I was 2, around 18 years at the Tower in total. I have thought of leaving, but only wistfully and during down moments. I have never tried to leave. I like it alright, and am slightly glad for it allowing me to escape my family," she pauses, contemplating, before continuing, "but do miss freedom. The empire is a generally good force, but I do not believe it is infallible. I have not thought of leaving the empire. I would say that I have no rebellious tendencies and would be compliant in helped the search."
 
"Sonor Tremus, twenty three years of age." The student tapped his feet impatiently, unfazed by the guards watching over him. There was a hint of derision in his expression, practically invisible in the dark room. "You're barking up the wrong tree, you know."

"Shut up and answer the questions." One of the masked men replied. Sonor didn't recognize the voice. It wasn't a professor, for sure. Perhaps city guard, or some other external force?

"Alright, alright." Sonor said exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "I was delivered to the tower at the age of three, after it was discovered I had magic powers. Was a bit too good at flying kites, if the story is to be believed, so it's been twenty years, in case you can't do math. By Lerner, don't you have this garbage on file somewhere?" Sonor frowned, still annoyed by the line of questioning.

"Answer. The. Questions." Another guard angrily spat. Sonor didn't recognize that voice either.

"SuuUUUuuure." He said sarcastically. "I regret not seeing my family, but that's about it. I've had not only thoughts, but actions of trying to leave. On multiple occassions! All this should be in some recordbook somehwere. Contrary to popular beleif, however, I enjoy life at the tower. Eat well, sleep well, learn and train, it's a nice deal. Only reason I tried to leave is because the atmosphere is so stifling here sometimes. I want to measure myself against these battlemages fighting for Lerner, fighting against Lerner. But nooOOOoo, it's always textbooks here." Sonor continued to tapthe chair in a offbeat rhythm that was difficult to listen to.

"Continue." One of the guards commanded icily.

"I think the empire is fine and dandy. It does what it needs to do. I wouldn't consider leaving, mostly because it's nice here most of the time, and it's a dumb idea to begin with. And for your last burning question, 'what if we accused you of being a rebel?'"

"Either accuse me or not, don't waste my time with pointless bullshit. You know who I am, why I got here, how I act, what I do, what I look like. If you want to get rid of me, get to the point. No need for these stupid rebel shenanigans." Sonor crossed his arms defiantly.

"Can I go now?"
 
Zel nervously played with a strand of her long hair , her eyes shifting to each of the men infront of her nervously her mind racing inside her head as to why she was being questioned. Did she do somthing wrong? Was she being suspicious to warrant a interrogation?? Zel tried to think of anything she had done but couldn't think of anything. She had already spent a good minute in silence thinking to herself before one of the men hit his fist on the table causing zel to snap her head to the sound.

"We asked you a question girl! " the guard yelled in a gruff voice. Zel looked at the guards mask. Why hide their faces? An intimidation tactic? If so it was working zel just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear under their unrelenting gaze.
"M-my name is zeloni kallmoran! I'm seventeen and was sold from what I was told.. I've been here for fifteen years. Shouldn't you know this already? " zel said her curiosity outmatched her fear for a moment until she felt the men glaring at her. "O-ok maybe not.. I don't have any regrets living here why would I? I haven't had thoughts of leaving aside from exploring and learning more of the world.. " was that a good answer? Zel didn't know maybe it made her more suspicious that she wanted to leave this was starting to stress her out. There were to many things she didn't know she couldn't plan ahead for the questions and she didn't know these men or how they would react to her answers. She was in the dark with nothing to guide her aside from sheer luck she wouldn't be branded a traitor. "I tried to leave once when I was younger.. I wanted to know what it was like outside the tower. I like it here at the tower plenty of things to learn and study but its still.. Limited to what we can learn. Aa for what I think of the empire.. Hmm.. " what did she think? Nothing was perfect zel knew that but she couldn't say that. If she did it might lead to being seen as a rebel and that would be bad. "I like the empire.. I know nothing else. As for leaving the empire yes and no? I'd like to stay in the empire but I want to explore the world there has to be somthing we still don't know right? "

The final question bothered zel it was a clear trap and no matter what you said it could be seen as a lie. If you were to enthusiastic about being loyal it was suspicious or if you waved it off like no big deal it was the same. "It wouldn't matter what I have to say.. If I was accused of being a rebel nothing I could say would change that would it? " zel said looking into the eyes of the man infront of her. "So.. Are you going to accuse me or can I go now? "
 
Marrick lewdly licked perverse eyes along this gaggle of ill dressed folk, Every glance dragged along a pelvic motion opposite of his eyes field of view freezing then as if to pose while he stood still while accosted by rude questions he clearly had no choice but to answer.

"Mm M~y name you saAay? Why...its *eyes close his exposed chest puffs with a might inhale before snapping out his foot panning his arm out into the sky as the other would gently grip to his chest* MAARR --RICK *Dramatic bow with hands snapping out under belly and out into the air* Cu~uaaaal. *Sharp eyes cut sharply to one of the masked persons who was clearly female* Eighteen and Singl *winking*"

The female doesn't react, the other questions rang out from this black mass of shiftless persons.

Marricks gnarled voice unpleasantly squawks trying to hit some confused high note. " Chuuo..you Need not Flatter me with Suuuuch a question *snapping to a pose with both hands hugging himself before slowly reaching out to the sky with both* Why Your wise and PoOowerful *eye brows flare with failed roll having him just pop each brow at different times* Enlisted Did hear Thy graceful vi-oice and knew I must play for the army and thus I trained since fourteen years of age! Such silly questions."

From the mass muffled a mans voice "This imparic is an idiot.." Marrick near jumping to strike a ridiculous pointing finger pose. "Mmm your Jealousy of my Beauty...Arouses"

Awkward silence stunts the line of questions for a hand full of seconds.

"For this tower its size and awe DoOoes only to IN SPIRE! * clawing hands coil out to his front* Why its construction shows the power and knowledge MY beloved empire commands *kneeling as if to ask a woman for her hand, water magic spills out to glisten dimly in the light* Living here is to have my hands on all the means to polish my skill as cleanly as my *seductive fingers run along his lovely horns that shimmer* Mmm~ Horns..." Knowing what was to be asked next he gives a boyish grin "Too leave it is undesired, its home--its splendor the only thing that could containe *a leg fed pelvic thrust out into the open air as hands slide down his red skin slipping along the loose belt line of his robes* ….Thhhhhiiiiiiiisssssssssssssss *hissing tongue prolongs his movements till one of the masked men snap at Marrick.

"Silence idiot! and stop your movements! we are not empty headed slags impressed with your delusion"

Marrick ran silent and gave pause as he knew better...in this case, however went on to bother the man with awful eye brow movements, with the man clearly frowning with disapprovement even with the mask on.

"Whats this you say? leave the empire? to what? the ruin and barbarians that run amuck out side its walls? I Think not MY GoOod sir. Who would want to leave the mercy of and civilization of this great land?"

"Me?! a Rebel...why I could only say *placing his hands to the back of his head with arms strongly over head as to stress his muscles to flex turning oddly as to expose the curvature of his back side* "You got so weary of chasing worthless ugly motherless ogres who blame their failings of the empire that you would desire to treat your self something eye-full to chase *Glute flex*

As Marrick vents a highly questionable glance around these masked persons flexing in all the "right" places sings out his next line of words that feel more like letters held at knife point to shape his song. Sha'Aall I goO0o or Should I StAay As you bind me so to cruel irons? Oh oo o don't make me hurrr't~ieeee."

Fluffing out his long silky hair in abuse with water magic to make it "sparkle"
 
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Aymon sat in the dark room staring at the interrogator and the guards. Each of them gave off a sickly aura that made his throat dry and his hands tremble. He didn't like confrontation and if he were to slip or one question, he might find himself fighting all three of them by himself. There wouldn't be enough to cast a spell or draw a knife, not that he had a knife that is. When it was time for him to answer the questions, he gulped down some saliva and began the interrogation. "Uh...hi...my name is Aymon Gibot. I'm 17 right now. And you are?" He joked, a reflex of his nervousness but the men didn't find it funny, or at least it didn't seem like they found it funny. He couldn't see their faces and therefore couldn't tell what they were thinking. They were unmoving, unnaturally so and they seemed unfeeling to. He clears his throat before getting on with the questions. "Yes well...I came to the tower when I was one. The circumstances were unknown, and I have long since given up trying to figure out how I came to the Mage's Tower. I've been here since for around 16 years, and I guess, if I had any regrets, I would say it's that I don't have my own room." He lets out a nervous chuckle at another poor joke, making him clear his throat yet again. "Well...continuing on. I have thought about leaving sometimes, but I've never tried to leave. However if I did, I doubt I'd get very far." Aymon said. "As to my opinions on the Tower and the Empire, I personally don't have much an opinion on either. For the tower, I spent here all my life, never leaving, but I'm feed and housed so that evens out, while I haven't seen enough of the Empire to form my own opinion. If I wanted to leave the Empire and IF I had the opportunity to leave the Empire...I guess? I don't have much knowledge of the outside, other then books so I guess if I want to learn more, I would leave the Empire if I could?" He was unsure of his answer but it was the best he could think of. And the final question was a bit of a toss-up. No matter what he answered he would look like a Rebel, and therefore there was no right answer, and he thought that's the reason why they chose to ask that question. All he could do was answer truthfully. "....I would try to run. I heard about what the Empire do to Rebels so if you were to falsely call me a Rebel, I would run." He tells them.
 
Viola d'Gigot-Anjou would sit in her dark room, being all calm about the situation, since she knows that overreacting will only make things worse. She calmly sits in her seat with her legs crossed, with her hands on top of her thighs. She knows that signs of emotions and lack of too many emotions is suspicious activity, so she has to try act natural, or rather as natural as she can with her noble couth..

''Now... What is my name and age, you say? I am Viola d'Gigot-Anjou of d'Gigot-Anjou noble family. I am 24.'' She explained.
''I was taken when my magical... heritage, shall we say, was discovered at the age of 2 or 3. I can't remember exactly.''
''I have been, because of this, over 20 years in this tower.''

Viola would, however, gently pause at this topic as she knows that she has to argument why she would enjoy living in the tower, which she does. She knows that if she goes too in depth they would find it suspicious, and seeing what her... father's family is known for is bound to be rather problematic. It is around here where her hesitation in her answers and nervousness would start. ''Regrets? No. I am happy about my life here. My parents' would have given me a life of torment that I was lucky to escape, compared to so many others of my relatives.'' She would explain, not going too in-depth with the details.

''Only when allowed.'' She would answer to the next question, relieved at how it did not need to go to the part of her family.
''Yes, but more of ideas of legally leaving the place, as in when I am allowed to, as I am curious as to how the world has changed.'' She explained.
''No, I have not, since I am happy with my life here.''

Viola would... gently raise an eyebrow at the seventh question. ''....Yes? I am happy with my life here.'' She repeated.
The eight question is a bit tricky, but atleast not as tricky as the fourth question. Still, she would gently sweat around here, just like with the 4th question. ''I live for the Empire and I die for the Emperor. I am, after all, a noble, and me going against the very country where I have noble's rights is hypocritical. I enjoy the Empire.'' She said, avoiding on talking about her opinion about the war and the emperor.
''Only once, but only with the idea of studying ancient ruins of past.'' Viola explained.

Viola thinks at the tenth question. She is unsure what is the right answer, so she kind of guesses. ''As... a noble belonging to a wealthy family I would be offended of such false accusations and would demand for your reasoning in this... case... and demand for my right to argument why your accusations are false.'' She said, slightly being less sure on few parts of what she just said, resulting in her making a bit too long pauses here and there.

''I believe that is all, yes?'' Viola asked.
 
Hundreds of students were questioned by dozens of interrogators in tens of dark rooms. Once every student and staff had been interrogated, the students were given a day off from their studies to allow the interrogators to interrogate and to process the information as needed. The day runs by as normal as most students were glad for the day off, but whispers and rumors of who the interrogators were ran rampant throughout the school about how the guards weren't the normal city guards, they were too well armored and armed, and how the interrogators somehow compelled them to tell the truth, without the use of potions or visible magical items. However those talks were soon put to rest by the staff, for fear of hints of rebellion.

Finally the day ends, night arrives and the student's day off was over as with an unnatural chimes by the Mage's Towers many sentry towers, the students were herded back into their quarters. However for a select few, this might be their last day in the tower. In the dark of knight, a company of the armored, masked guards walked into the rooms of the students, brandishing sharpened steel axes and rope. For some reason, despite their heavy armor, they were as silent as the grave. Not a sound was heard or made as they bound and gagged six students and abducted them in the night. Only a few minutes had went by but a group of students had been taken from their quarters and were stripped of any items they could use to fight back before being chained in enchanted metal binds to keep them from attempting to escape. The cell was also usually guarded as there were a large amount of masked guards outside the cell, keeping a vigil watch on the students, around 3 per students. Now they were chained and imprisoned and all they have to look forward to is their unknown fate. At least they were in the same boat.
 
Sonor rotated his jaw left and right, trying to rid himself of the feeling of the recently removed gag. He spat onto the floor of the dungeon, the taste of the rope's tar and fibers still lingering on the tongue. "Foreplay before bondage, at the very least!" The older student shouted as the cell door slammed closed. The guards neglected to respond.

Five others, was it? Sonor looked at his present company, all in similar straits. "Let's see here... Zel?" He asked, surprised to see the younger imparic detained along with him. "I think I taught you once as an assistant! Basics of Runecarving? You were always too absorbed with your books to get into any major trouble, how the hell did you end up here, alongside... less reputable folk?"

Sonor eyed the other imparic, and couldn't help but cringe as he saw him. "Like this jackass, for example. Why did I have to get stuck in here with Marrick, of all people." Sonor had made it a habit to avoid the character ever since he attempted to serenade the dining hall one late night, the details of which he preferred to not remember.

The other three he didn't know quite as well. Viola, the older woman in the cell, he had never interact with, but Sonor had heard of her through classmates. The other two he had seen before, but didn't know the names. "A troublemaker, a bookworm, the devil himself, a noble, and two others I know nothing about. Quite the cast they've assembled." Whatever they were here for then, it was something more than going a bit overboard in last Tuesday's duel.
 
Having had the gag in his mouth he refused to forfeit it muffling out "mits minm!" as the large armored men stressed strangling it from his lock jaw they kicked and punched him which didn't seem to have much effect till one of the men jabbed Marrick in the side with the cold end of their axes, Flinching sharply he bites through the rope. "Oh you Steal awaAay from me my sure joy suc--" cold chopped cleanly by one of the men and told sharply to shut up before being shackled and jailed but Marrick being Marrick rebuttals with silent taunt of his rear end wiggling on high. With a gnarly hack he frees the chunk of rope he had bit through.

Listening now to this sonor person Marrick stands with a jerk only to contort under the constriction of the chains " OH Soupnor, Your B--LIND jealous of the fate you must suffer whilst in my *moves to fluff his hair out but the chains demand him to bend abnormally to reach his head so instead just shakes his head about* GloOorious Shadow *venting a sharp leer to Sonor before kneeling to a pious pray, eyes close* I weep for your hand, by hate me not for the other sex cant help but *he mindlessly reaches to the collar of his clothing to rip it open in dramatic male sexuality only to be once more to be stopped awkwardly by his chains.* . . . . CHEST?!?!?!!! DAMN THESE CHAAAINS" *he starts to violently smash the floor cursing life*

His deep horrid voice reverberates out as he howls, moving into a confused sniffle before standing and leaning along the bars melting his gaze over one of the masked persons. "My friend your arms are most thick, you tell me what your work out session is but I would guess at it being...man lifting." right eye brow jerks right on up as he smirks.
 
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Viola was shocked when she was taken in. Did she say something wrong? Or what is going on? Once she was gagged and covered she was covered in fear as her body started to sweat. She was, also, filled with a gentle anger as she felt offended by the treatment she was given.

Once she was pushed into the room with the others she finally had her head uncovered as she looks up at the guards mad.''Who do you think I am? Common rabble? This is outrageous! You dare think a noble of the land would be a traitor?!'' She said and soon one of the guards would simply respond. ''Shut up already, will ye'?'' The guard blandly said at the woman. Viola looked at the guard with an offended look. She would proceed to stay silent.

Viola was startled by the screaming man that was Marrick. She would gently, while on her knees, gently move away from Marrick as much as she could from her position.''Does the Mages' Tower let in lunatics and mentally-ill now, huh?'' She commented, not feeling safe being right next to Marrick the screaming man.
 
Vira was very perturbed when she was being hustled through the tower during the night, but she had vowed herself to silence as to preserve her own dignity and to be able to surmise what the other five thought of the situation. And as she looked around, she found herself among a very curious cast of characters indeed.

Now she knew little of most of them, like almost any other students that she had seen. The first one she took note of, of course, was the rather provocative screaming Imparic that a human, of noble origins by her reaction, was desperately trying to get out of reach from. Said human seemed to be rather vocal about her distaste of the current situation.

"I'd suggest you keep quiet if you would like to make it out. No doubt they are watching us right now." She huffed, narrowing her eyes whilst looking at her chains in annoyance. Vira personally found Nobles rather distasteful, preferring to avoid them, but then again she tried not to associate with anyone. At least she was more sensible then the Imparic.
 
With the grim guard leering at Merrick and his ill tainted joke his ear would flitch "MmmmMmm" humming with what he thought was sexual energy but with his horrid and deep voice debase its meaning to either brazen perversion or sure malice pending on the ears that heard it, He does a spin that slowly becomes a whirl propelling him into just off set of the center of the cell thrusting then with a full body pelvic swig of such force he was able to do a small hop that would now have him at the center of the cell.

"AHH AHH You Are RIGHT *arms coil around his head shoving his chest boldly out into the air* THEY are ww--ATCHING ME! *hips swoop with a lively energy as lungs fill, Shoulders roll along their joints tossing aside his already loose top only to have it be stuck along his waist due to the shackles* What woooooe is it that they would doOo all this just to allow themselves to bask in my Vieee Oice! oho allow me to mmm Wet your dreams with my mmmm~use"

Dancing poorly along grim song that now bellowed in audible lashings flaying layers of the soul, powerful lungs fueled his sadistic dirge of hope and the empires glory in hopes of making every one feel better. Surely if he went on the others may physically sense years the may live peel back.
 
"If they keep us in here for more than a day-" Sonor muttered, rubbing his temples with shackled hands. "-only one of us is going to walk out of here alive. What in the world was that silencing spell, Hush and quiet please! You have been asked, now be commanded -- SILENCE!? Something along those lines." The words fell hollow, unbacked by the power of magic. It wasn't worth pissing off the guards, not yet, at least.

Or ripping open fresh wounds, he thought grimly. Sonor lifted the sleeve of his thin red robe, bandages covering wounds from overdrawing magic. They would heal faster and without scars if he avoided exacerbating the injury with more casting. Not that another few would be too noticable among the swarm of mage scars running along his skin. Frowning, he let his sleeve drop back down to cover the unsightly scars. The bandages would need changing at some point.

Sonor looked at the tamer quartet in the cell "Well, not sure how long we'll be here, so might as well get introductions over with. I'm Sonor Tremus, rabble rouser and occasional mentor to the younger students at this rapidly declining institution. He looked to the three he didn't know quite as well, hoping for some names, preferably without a painful interjection from the inane Imparic.
 
Vira was groaning internally at the Imparics reaction. He seemed to be more skull than brain, and thus was making a fool of himself.

However, it appeared that another was looking to aqquaint himself with his fellow prisoners. Deciding that she should at least give him her name, Vira have a curt nod of acknowledgement.

“Vira.” She responded, “These chains don’t seem to be made for my kind...” she looked down at the shackles. The guards had little regard for her feathers. She might have to pluck them if they broke, and it would take months for them to regrow.

She thought of trying to loosen her bonds, but yet again this could all simply be another test. Deciding it best to wait, she looked around, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
 
Aymon had mistakenly hit his head while being taken, causing him to be knocked out and had now since awoken due to the talking students. He slowly woke up and sat up. He tried to touch his head but found that his hands were chained, causing him to snap from his headaches. He was confused and scared and there were many questions running through his mind. He lets out a short yell and jumps backwards hitting his back and head against the wall. He had found himself in a room with strangers, or rather acquaintances, since he had seen these students here before but never had talked to any of them, or anyone in fact.

"Where am I? Who are you people? What's going on?" The frightened and confused boy asks.
 
Viola groans at the sounds of the screaming man. ''Shut up, you filthy peasant! Or are you perhaps a leech? Because your behaviour reeks of someone not belonging to any of the estates. I doubt that you even understand what the word ''silence'' means.'' She said, being audibly irked by the screams of Marrick the screamer.

Viola is not pleased with the current situation. She turned to look at the questions that Aymon did, in hopes that it will help keep the screaming man interrupted.''You are in the prison with us. It seems like they suspect us as rebels, which is a foolish and offensive claim, seeing how I am a noble. Hopefully they will soon realize the error in their action and let us go.'' She explained.
 
The students talked and clamored in their cell, unable to escape their upcoming fate. Their conversations were interrupted when the sound of the door opening and heavy shoes stepping upon hard stone followed suit. A person wearing the robe of the interrogators walks up to the cell. Their identity was hidden from the mages, as an unnatural shadow conceals their face and the robes prevented any magical vision from penetrating. The interrogator spoke with a deep, inhuman detached voice.

"During our investigations, we have discovered that all of you are the most likely to be Rebel forces who had infiltrated the tower. In the morning you shall be executed by method of beheading. It shall be public. However there is a way to avoid the headmen. Should you reveal yourself as rebels, and publicly acknowledge your wrongdoings to the populous, you shall be forgiven for your actions and be released." They said.
 
Vira stiffened. She had been rather compliant up until now, but this was too far. She partly wanted to whisper a spell to freeze their blood or to release her chains, but this would probably only hasten her demise.

"So either we die innocent assumed guilty or confess wrongdoings evidence that the accusations are true?" She seethed, narrowing her eyes. "Doesn't seem to be many good options." Thinking about it, she wondered if this was some kind of test. After all, if they got a confession they would have 'solid' evidence in the eyes of the courts. But as of now she had no clue if they actually had any substantial proof of wrongdoings.

She looked at the others, expecting some uproar of protest. Perhaps a chance of escape could reveal itself. Vira reminded herself to be vigilant, there could be real rebels, perhaps preparing a spell to end them all. It would be suicide, but some people put morals above survival.
 
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