Darmir III

“King Darmir the third of Cassus, with the power given to me as Judicator, I hereby revoke your right to rule and sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?” Lorellia looked down with pity at the king, kneeling before her on the headstone. He looked up at her with eyes full of regret. At least he realized what he had done. Perhaps the Divine would spare his soul. He then looked out at the crowd of people in the square below. “I wish you all to know that the actions I have taken were for the good of this nation. I have been judged rightly.” The king’s words rang out into the silent courtyard of his palace, echoing off of the sides of the palace. “And I wish you luck in the times to come. My wish is for you to respect the line of succession and allow my son to succeed me without trouble. I will not allow this kingdom to fracture after its century of prosperity. That is all.” The king finished his short yet final speech, nodding at Lorellia. “Very well.” She said, materializing her sword in her hands, building the steel grain by grain from the wind around her. The blade glistened in the midday sun, the hilt adorned with a brown striped gem holding its conceptualization. She modified the blade, changing it from its curved shape to an executioner's sword, the wind swirling around the tip as it created more steel, making it heavier in her hands. “This writ was carried out on the third half crossing. May the Divine judge you how he wishes.” Lorellia said, raising the sword. A smile cracked across the doomed king’s face as he laid his neck across the headstone. “The shadow will consume us all.” He whispered, and Lorellia brought the sword down on his neck, the sharpened steel cutting through it as easily as butter. It dropped into the waiting basket, blood pooling around it.