Southasland/History/Double Execution II

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The History of Southasland

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The following was published by Vos Estis after the execution of Archimonde and Ordieth 2005-03-13 & 15


Vos Estis climbs the stairs to the top of the makeshift platform that has just finished construction in the city square of Tucha, a curtain behind him, obviously hiding something. A large crowd has already gathered, in anticipation of another of the Executor’s famous executions.

“Greetings, all you who hate evil!” A large cheer erupts from the mass. “As you know, there are many evildoers on this continent, and they have sought to attack our fair realm of Tuchanon III.”

Vos Estis holds up his hands, imploring the booing crowd to keep quiet “I know, I know. I don’t like these wicked infiltrators any more than you do. And so, today, here, in the town square of our most glorious city, you will witness the execution of one of the worst examples of evil."

“ I give you... Archimonde!” A gasp escapes those gathered as Vos Estis steps to the side and the curtain behind him is pulled, revealing the writhing prisoner, Archimonde, gagged and bound, hands and head in a pillory.

“Good people of Tucha,” Vos Estis continues, “This is a joyful day! For today, one of the former leaders of the oppressive regime that once ruled your city will meet his demise!” The assembled crowd cheers loudly again.

“Citizens, let him know what you think of him and his oppressive regime!” The crowd proceeds to throw all manner of vegetables, fruits, spoiled meats, and popcorn (mostly from Teram II) in the direction of the prisoner—many striking him in the head—until he appears unconscious.

When the barrage of groceries ceases, Vos Estis appears sad. “Awww, he couldn’t stay awake for the party. Tsk, tsk. That’s too bad.” The crowd’s anticipation begins to build. Vos Estis turns to ask the people, “Who knows what we do with party POOPERS?”

The subsequent cheer from the crowd is so loud and deafening that their words can hardly be understood. “Manure! Manure!”

“That’s right!” Vos Estis is in his element now. “Bring in the manure cart!” a large cart of manure is pushed towards the side of the stage, only inches from where the now recovering Archimonde is bound.

The prisoner, moans something, but it is undecipherable because his mouth is gagged.

“Sweet!” laughs Vos Estis. “He’s not going to miss the party after all!” The crowd laughs with him.

“Alright, citizens of Tucha! Are you ready to give me a countdown?” The crowd cheers loudly. “OK, then, everyone count it down with me... Five! Four! Three! Two! One! ZERO!”

Those gathered squeal in delight as the countdown reaches zero. The cart pours out right on top of Archimonde, completely smothering him as he writhes and strains for his life.

Once the cheers of the crowd begin to die down, Vos Estis again addresses the peasants. “Ladies and gentlemen, today you have witnessed the execution of another of the enemies of Tuchanon III. Let this be a lesson to all who would oppose our realm!”

The crowd erupts in another cheer: “Encore! Encore!”

Vos Estis is taken aback by the affection from his people. He wipes a tear from his eye, and motions for the crowd to be quiet. “Thank you, thank you. This is really too much. You’re all very kind. I appreciate the love you have for your government. You want another show, eh?”

The crowd screams more loudly than it has before.

“OK, OK. We’ll see what we can do.” Vos Estis walks over to confer with his guards, then returns to the front of the stage to address the throng again.

“Well, well! It seems as if we have another prisoner in our dungeon who deserves death!” the gathering is absolutely bloodthirsty by now “Guards, bring him out!” Then, turning to the crowd, the executor announces, “I give you... Ordieth!”

The crowd voices its displeasure with a rousing boo as Ordieth is brought out by the guards, bound in a sort of jacket that wraps his own arms around himself and prevents him from making any movements whatsoever.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Vos Estis asks, “did you bring your toys today?” The crowd cheers and many of the peasants raise their weapons into the air—all manner of swords, daggers, scythes, and pitchforks. “Well, then, he’s all yours!”

Two guards each take hold of Ordieth, one his head, and the other his feet. They swing him back and forth at the front of the stage: “One, two, THREE!” letting him fly out into the mass of people. The crowd immediately attacks Ordieth, skewering him every imaginable way, so that he is dead almost before his body touches the ground.

Vos Estis looks on in delight. “I’ve taught them so well,” he smiles.

His scribe, Danihel, replies, “Yes, sir, you definitely have. If other realms haven’t learned to trifle with us now, they never will."

“Danihel, I fear they never will.” He puts his arm around Danihel as they walk back into the palace.

Vos Estis
Executor of Southasland

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