“Is this really what Chaos must always come too?” thought the King, sadly. The unedifying sight of his people, howling with rage for the blood of the criminal Bladderstick, and then what should have been a clean execution degenerating into an unholy scrum, which lead to him being mauled to death not once but twice. And where as even Exodus bowed before Blackthorn’s incredible arcane talent, it seemed that the supposed good of this land wouldn’t obey the polite words of their King, even when he was attempting to emulate the example of true Justice …
That his good friend Lord British might ultimately win this argument about human nature and freedom was unthinkable; No, it had to be something Blackthorn could himself still salvage from his wanton people. Reaching for his quill, it would soon be time to summon his council again. Perhaps he could impress upon his Governor’s at least that, although he still didn’t intend to be as unbendingly narrow in his laws as British had once been, that did not give people cart blanche to just go around lawlessly lynching people.
Attend upon the King in his Council at Castle Blackthorn, at 8pm on Sunday.
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That his good friend Lord British might ultimately win this argument about human nature and freedom was unthinkable; No, it had to be something Blackthorn could himself still salvage from his wanton people. Reaching for his quill, it would soon be time to summon his council again. Perhaps he could impress upon his Governor’s at least that, although he still didn’t intend to be as unbendingly narrow in his laws as British had once been, that did not give people cart blanche to just go around lawlessly lynching people.
Attend upon the King in his Council at Castle Blackthorn, at 8pm on Sunday.
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