On The Winslough Sacrilege

[TheyCalledMeKiko]

"Well, what a miserable day for a speech."

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The Lord Inquisitor let out a slight yawn before stepping outside into the courtyard from his office, where his breakfast was cooking on a spit he can lain across his fireplace. He moved a hand to rub away at the sleep from his eyes as he came before the rank and file of his organisation, that had dutifully lined themselves up on either side of his approach. He blinked quickly to try and feel more awake, giving a singular nod to them all, as well as one to his appointed Prefect, Alfred Rolfe, before setting his way across the courtyard to the drawbridge.

He stood up on a stool that had been set out for him, wobbling as he balanced his hulking weight on top of there, peering out at the small crowd that had gathered to hear him speak. He rustled out some papers he had tucked in his bandoleer, placing on his spectacles, looking up to address the small gathering. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, raindrops pattered against his bald head, causing his moustache to curl into a frown.

"Well, what a miserable day for a speech, but a joyous occasion I bring you all here! Those of you gathered will have all heard, I'm sure, of the treacherous and vile nature of the House 'Winslough'. Well, I'm afraid I must add another flaw to that name's nature on this day: Sacrilege, the misuse of what is sacred; alongside the heretical act of assault against a member of the Synod's own Inquisition. These are both crimes I can hold to this most toxic family, whose reputation of sinfulness go back to their prior Patriarch.

I will not bore you with the specifics, all that you must know is that yesterday myself, alongside some of the other Charters of our great city, accompanied by members of the famed and most glorious House Kade, saw Peter Winslough removed from his position as squatter upon their property. We were met by resistance. An arrow came hurtling towards one of my own, Inquisitor von Leitner, an order issued by the, now late, Sabine Winslough herself. To which the Elf who took the shot testified against under interrogation. I promptly then handed the Elf over to von Leitner, for him to personally oversee the cretins execution."

Pausing, the Lord Inquisitor looks up from his papers, peering over the top of his spectacles to address the crowd without the need of his written speech.

"An afront of the Inquisition is an attack on the Synod itself by extension. I would not tolerate any attacks with intent to kill or grievously injure on any Synod member, and as such, I do not tolerate the same upon members of my ranks. Taking note of this, Sabine Winslough, alongside a Nelfin cur in service to their House, was put to death last night. I hope both of them find their souls in the bodies of non-Ailor who proudly serve the Empire, lest they fall into a loop of damnation. In hope of seeing their soulless corpses have some form of benefit, I have designated their use in medical studies.

To any of you, who wish to fight the Sanguine Menace, I urge you to never even lay a thought on doing as the imbeciles of Winslough have done. Join the Charters of the city- No- Join the Inquisition! And find glory and honour in service to your Faith! To those of you who wish to use the Faith to rally, as the foolish Miss Sabine did, take care you do not use the Synod's name in accordance with treasonous and vigilantist ideals! To those of you who wish to see harm done to the Synod, the Inquisition, Knights of the Holy Blood or any devout and true Unionist of our city, and expect to come off unscathed- Go back to your hovels and whores, I shall have none of you in this Holy City of ours."

He would stop again, this time a small grin appearing on his face, the crinkles around the Lord Inquisitors eyes becoming very apparent.

"I find it amusing, that a family with 'Win' in the name can lose so much dignity in the short years we have had to put up with them. From now on, the 'Lose-loughs', as I have heard some call them, will always be suspect of sacrilegious purpose in the eyes of the Inquisition of Holy Leomar. May the Spirit have mercy on those of your blood. For I shall show you no more. Thank you for listening."

The Lord Inquisitor would let out a slight chortle at his own words, rain pattering atop his bald head before stepping down from the stool and promptly waddling back towards the keep off of the drawbridge.

"See yourselves not-spooky and devout and we shall all get along just fine!"

He'd say with a wave as he trundled on off to have some breakfast.​

Spoiler: tl;dr

Sabine Winslough is dead.
A Nelfin in service to the Winsloughs is dead.
Any attacks upon the Inquisition with intent to kill will most likely see you dead.
Winsloughs are now and forever will be under investigation from the Inquisition.

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@katieisdecent @NathanPlayzMC_14 @Yigit

 

[SnugglyKittens]

Eleanore listened, and grimaced at one line in particular.

She listened to Abe as he concluded speaking, scoffed, and then walked off to find Ernesta.

 

[Yigit]

Klaus von Leitner stood among the rest of the Inquisitors, protecting the Lord Inquisitor from any assault while the man gave his speech. His hand rested on the handle of his sheathed blade, a spiteful glare present in his multicolored irises. He had mercilessly flayed the nelfin who shot him, and he knew very well that those responsible had been dealt with, but something still did not sit right with him. He could be seen clenching the scabbard with a shaky hand, the silver white locks of his long hair stained by the drops of rain.

 

[Daekon]

Kaisa Decimar stands and listens, raindrops hitting the teenager's head as she watches. Upon the end of the speech, she nods, exclaiming with vigor, "Glory to the Empire, and to the Holy Spirit!" Before pivoting to leave, somewhat uplifted by the speech despite it's almost grim nature.

 

[Surrealizm]

Zaaliska Mu-Yaotl Would grin as he listened to this his raptor like teeth showing as he looked at the Lord Inquisitor smiling as best as he could then muttering to himself, "The girl called me a lizard and an animal, zhe insulted my kind and my people."

 

[Anarchizm]

Julius Peirgarten listened carefully to each word, looking to each of his comrades with a straight face. Upon hearing the news of the two deaths a subtle grin was then plastered onto his face. It faded after a few seconds as he began. He knew what was to come next, he was prepared for it. The Inquisitors watched, remaining silent, standing in a straight and ready position as the speech came to a close, Julius did the same. He thought back to memories of days past with a smirk once the Inquisitors began to disperse. How times had changed since those days.

 

[ylmadness]

"We all owe a debt of death to the Holy Spirit. Let us hope that the respective passing of the deceased prove an investment into the future of House Winslough. It would be a shameful waste of life if the family showed no desire to repent in light of these events. Often, when we cannot live and learn, we must learn instead from death. A harsh but potentially invigorating lesson for all."
Hermann Kruger trudged off through the rain, sheltering his pipe as he reflected on the Lord Inquisitor's speech. ​

 

[Ailethi]

Camilla listened to the speech with a straight face, lips pursing however as the Lord Inquisitior spoke. A hand idly tapped her thigh as the name 'Sabine' was spoken. Her gaze panned within the crowd, a grim smile on her features. She murmured to herself before departing once it was over. "I wonder if they have seen Peters body yet..."

 

[GRIST_]

Saen bounced back and forth on his heels as he stood more behind Abe closer to the keep. His hand holding both the book of creeds he'd been give and the book that the Lord Inquisitor had given him. As he listened his lips turned into a smaller frown. "They should have just listened... Changed for the better." He muttered after the speach, slipping back into the keep.

 

[Sujitation]

A Half-Orc grumbled upon hearing this from her fellow guard, mostly from her absence of being there. "Fock'n 'isn't me fa'lt dat I wus p'essed ou' frem g'eurdin fer 'lmost t'ree deys ina raw." Sib would complain to a certain Url as they stood at the barricade. Whining and pouting like a complete child after that, with many curses.
@R_O_B_E_rt

 

[R_O_B_E_rt]

The Url would take a glance to Sib, followed by a long shrug. "You did not miss much. The only noteworthy part was the fooling around before we actually marched in."

@Sujitation

 

[HeyitsNano]

Alveres Callajero listened deeply to the Lord Inquisitor's speech, after departing from the Citadel in his normal patrol armor. What he heard was true and undeniable, and so he whispered to General de Nodier.
"We let Sabine go, and she did not learn her lesson. Hmph."
The Lieutenant Commandant shook his head as he turned, moving off to carry on with his duties.
@Osowiec

 

[_GoldWolf_]

The Reverend Harhold was comfortably sat in a cushioned wheelchair which was pushed by a servant. His right side was also flanked by a Helerian who stood guard. Aelfric observed and listened, giving a smirk at the mention of "lose-loughs". He soon exclaimed, "Glory to the Empire! Glory to the Holy Spirit!" at the conclusion of the speech, before he was pushed along to a carriage.

 

[Walrusaur_]

"A fate most fitting for heretics and blasphemers." the Kehlen patriarch said looking over the news brought to him, a small grin gracing his features.

 

[AtticCat]

Winifred clasped her hands together through the speech, rather shaken at the thought of execution. After the words were finished and she gave herself a moment to ponder, her right hand flew up so to wave towards Abelhard. Helo.
@TheyCalledMeKiko

 

[Bearacuda]

Markolf would give two thumbs up to a fellow chi. @DeltaInsomnia

 

[butterthynugget]

Sabine's ghost grumbled in disapproval somewhere in heretic heaven.

 

[TheyCalledMeKiko]

The Lord Inquisitor would have a small note passed to Winnifred by courier later that day, having noticed her wave, albeit taking a brief while to remember her.
"If it weren't for you fixing my leg, and the bleeding at that, we'd be in a much sourer spot today. So thank you, noble Winnifred" It'd read, a small coin purse would then be given to her, any attempt at returning it, the courier would refuse and scamper away.

@AtticCat

 

[Salier]

The Hallowed Reverend-Minister Jakob Ludevar stood in attendance, like so many others. Beside him stood a Curate holding an umbrella to shield the Reverend from the rain. On the opposite side stood a faithful Helerian draped in the Sanchella colours.

"Justice has at last been served"

He muttered, the two around him being the only ones able to hear what he said. As soon as the Lord Inquisitor stepped away, the Reverend was also gone.

 

[Mortisian]

The Vanilla scented Dressolini looked onward at the derelict Forge site from what seemed like a long time ago. He gave a single clap and said, "Job well done Guardsmen, job well done." Before moving on down the way to begin the next adventure.

 

[NoRezForYou]

"Sssavagesss."
Uttered a Slizzar who had themselves coiled a mere stone throw away from the crowd, briefly enjoying the shade of a tree as they heeded the announcement. With a mere moments pause to ponder their choice of word, they simply nodded, catching a glance at a familiar Silven once she hid her notes in her bag... Only to slither into the crowd, quickly vanishing under a new face.
"Nothing has changed." ​

@CRASHIR