Crimsdale
14-04-2004, 04:36
The wind picked up as the crowded began to gather around the billowing pit. Reporters flocked and the hum of cameras was horrendously over encumbbered by the loud roars plummiting from the mouths of onlookers. In the pit lay four blindfolded men, Thier faces covered in vales as to not disgrace the eyes of the civilians. To the left flank of the men stood a grim looking women, her arms drapping over the heads of her children. At the rim of the pit lay a wooded shelter were the council took nest, thier eyes gazed over the chanted onlooking crowd. The sky motioned what was to come as grey clouds collapsed on top of the sun.
" Quite down, we will soon begin," Roared the grisley voice of the annoucer. " We are awaiting the arrivle of priest Lornes," Spoke the voice in a quiter tone. The dirt pit felt like a half completed cave. The crowd was beginning to grow restless. thier drones and mindless blabbering grew louder. Any attemp by the annoucer to calm them down wasn't working. In the pit below a man began to emmerge from one of the many covered doors, he was wearing the colors of Crimsdale. His hat was engulfed with red stains that can only be described as frightning. In his clenched hands was a large steel club. He made his way towards the lady as he forced his feet into the soft muddy ground. His mouth moved but the words could not evade the growing crowd. The woman in the pit turned and pulled her kids into a metal box that hefted them to a platform above the pit.
A black car pulled up and the sleek door opened to reveal a man dressed in a fine velvet looking dark green robe, his face was sheltered by the heavy steel cap that overlorded his head. He made his way to the wooded shelter that the council was in, his pace quick but sturdy. He threw down is amulate in haste and walked towards the stand that protruded from the box and forcfully extended to the same platform from which the women and her two children, who were dressed in fine cloths, stood. He wasted no time as he motioned the military dressed man to raise the vail wrapped men to thie feet. The crowd hushed and he began his speech, " We have been tortured, and many great men weman and children have died. These men are the reason they aren't standing with us today. For that they don't deserve to stand here either."
His hand waved in the air and the women fell to her knees hugging her children screaming in horror and dispare. The uniformed man below grabbed the other end of his club and made is way to the clothe blinded men. He scream and raised is arms as if playing baseball. !Whack! The club makes contact with the forhead of one mans head leaving a large bloody indent.
" Quite down, we will soon begin," Roared the grisley voice of the annoucer. " We are awaiting the arrivle of priest Lornes," Spoke the voice in a quiter tone. The dirt pit felt like a half completed cave. The crowd was beginning to grow restless. thier drones and mindless blabbering grew louder. Any attemp by the annoucer to calm them down wasn't working. In the pit below a man began to emmerge from one of the many covered doors, he was wearing the colors of Crimsdale. His hat was engulfed with red stains that can only be described as frightning. In his clenched hands was a large steel club. He made his way towards the lady as he forced his feet into the soft muddy ground. His mouth moved but the words could not evade the growing crowd. The woman in the pit turned and pulled her kids into a metal box that hefted them to a platform above the pit.
A black car pulled up and the sleek door opened to reveal a man dressed in a fine velvet looking dark green robe, his face was sheltered by the heavy steel cap that overlorded his head. He made his way to the wooded shelter that the council was in, his pace quick but sturdy. He threw down is amulate in haste and walked towards the stand that protruded from the box and forcfully extended to the same platform from which the women and her two children, who were dressed in fine cloths, stood. He wasted no time as he motioned the military dressed man to raise the vail wrapped men to thie feet. The crowd hushed and he began his speech, " We have been tortured, and many great men weman and children have died. These men are the reason they aren't standing with us today. For that they don't deserve to stand here either."
His hand waved in the air and the women fell to her knees hugging her children screaming in horror and dispare. The uniformed man below grabbed the other end of his club and made is way to the clothe blinded men. He scream and raised is arms as if playing baseball. !Whack! The club makes contact with the forhead of one mans head leaving a large bloody indent.