Soldier Of Gods 62.

Tuledare. 

"Most of them want to stop it" says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy to Beldane the cleric as they walk along the curving hallway that circles the central chamber of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

"Though a few want to hurry the executions along" continues the spy who hails from the elven principality of Alínlae. 

"They want to kill them before things even get started" adds the spy Tanith who follows that with "Mira and Zam got one of them a little earlier". 

Next to the elven spy, the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine nods, as they continue along the hallway, followed by a number of black clad Farqian soldiers. 

They exit the long curving hallway, and make their way into the main reception chamber of the massive building, located in the city center. 

Being held here are quite a number of people, taken from the crowd outside in Foundation Square. 

And others who were on their way to the city center, and Foundation Square, where in a short time, the public execution of the ruling council of Tuledare will take place. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, along with the fighting cleric in the half plate armour. 

Make their way to where most of the group are waiting, along with members of field commander Drubine's staff. 

Absent are lord Farque and Helbe the elven thief, who are onboard a Krean scoutship, which is above the city. Directly above the city center and Foundation Square. 

When Dalin and Beldane join them, Tamric Drubine the field commander after looking over at all the captives that are under guard, says "We all ready then?". 

The spy Tanith who is a commander in the Armies of Farque, nods his head and replies with "We are" followed by "They're in position". 

Beldane the cleric nods in agreement with the elven spy originally from the principality of Alínlae. 

"Right then, let's get this over with" says the young field commander who leads the Fifth Army of Farque, who turns to a member of his staff and tells her "Send them out". 

A short while later, and the group along with members of Tamric Drubine's staff, as well as various soldiers from the Fifth Army of Farque. Have made their way outside, and onto Foundation Square. 

Beldane the cleric looks back to where Dorc da Orc has sat down on the bottom step in front of the main building of the ruling council, and says to him "You coming Dorc?". 

The large ork just grunts in reply, and is about to open up one of his sacks to see if he's got anything to eat. 

The ork warleader pauses as he's about to stuff his head into the sack, when the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine says to him "You're going to miss out on the executions". 

"Huh?" says Dorc da Orc who has absolutely no idea what's going on today, nor does he want to know what's going on. Though that has suddenly changed when Beldane mentioned something about executions. 

"Who fucken dying?" asks the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who looks ahead and spots in the distance, the platform and gallows that has been built. 

"The ruling council" replies Beldane the cleric, who spots out of the corner of his eye, sir Percavelle Le Dic has stopped and looked back to see what his bitter rival is doing. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy who is next to the powerful cleric, and knows exactly what to say to the large ork, says to him "Come on Dorc, you don't want to miss out on all the killing". 

A grin spreads across the broad, green brutish looking face of the ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque. 

Then Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, gets up off the step and makes his way forward and says "Fucken get some". 

Between the middle of Foundation Square, and the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, which lies on the north side of the massive square. 

It's fairly empty, with only the group, and members of field commander Drubine's staff, along with Farqian soldiers, as well as the occasional bureaucrat crossing to the main building of the ruling council, are to be found there. 

Meanwhile, the southern half of the massive square, here in the city center, is where the crowd has gathered to watch the public executions, on what's the coldest autumn morning so far. 

There's a large number of Farqian soldiers, as well as city guardsmen, those persuaded to return to work, keeping an eye on the crowd that numbers well over twelve thousand people, and is still growing. 

There's also a large contingent of soldiers from the Fifth Army of Farque on the rooftops of the buildings, that surround Foundation Square. 

They too are keeping a close watch of the growing crowd, and those still approaching the massive square from nearby streets and lanes. 

As they walk with the others towards the middle of the massive square where the platform and gallows have been built. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy gestures away to their right, and Beldane the cleric looks that way, as does Dorc da Orc who is closely following the two of them. 

In that direction they see the dozen prisoners, those to be executed, who have exited the main building of the ruling council of the city-state of Tuledare. By a different set of doors, than the main front ones. 

They're being escorted by a company of black clad Farqian soldiers. Who have a firm hold upon each prisoner. As more than a few of them don't want to face the inevitable. And are being hauled to their fate. 

It seems appropriate that they've just come out of the main building of the ruling council of Tuledare, for after all, the twelve of them are the ruling council of the city-state. 

With Dorc da Orc chuckling, due to the fact the large ork finds it hilarious that those about to be executed are struggling to escape their captors. 

Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy quietly says to Beldane the cleric "Any more being picked up?". As he noticed when he glanced up into the morning sky, he spotted the Krean scoutship high above the city center, slowly circling. 

"They're not bothering to apprehend them down here anymore" quietly replies Beldane the cleric, who continues with "They're just taking them when they identify any threat". 

The powerful fighting cleric who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, where in the north of his homeland, his god is widely worshipped. 

Is silent for a few moments, then he tells the elven spy walking beside him "There goes one now" 

Darlin looks to where Beldane points, and the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine adds "And another one". 

The spy Tanith suddenly sees a man at the edge of the crowd on the west side of the massive square, who looks thoroughly disgruntled with proceedings, disappear with barely anyone near him, noticing that he's gone. 

"That'll keep the troublemakers away" quietly says the spy who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland, the elven principality of Alínlae. 

The powerful spellcaster walking beside him, nods in agreement, as they and the rest of the group, along with most of Tamric Drubine's staff, as well as a number of soldiers in the Fifth Army of Farque make their way to the middle of Foundation Square, the site of this morning's public executions. 

They get to the middle of the massive square, and stand behind the platform, though Dorc da Orc goes to one side, as he wants to see the faces of the ruling council of Tuledare when they die. 

Shur Kee the monk goes with him, just to keep an eye on the large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque. 

While the ork warleader's bitter rival, sir Percavelle Le Dic wanders after the short statured monk, and the big, burly ork. 

Behind the platform and the gallows, Dalinvardèl Tanith and Beldane the cleric watch as the condemned are brought forward. 

And though they're handed over to members of the public. Some of those who took part in the meeting yesterday. 

They have the Farqian soldiers who hauled the prisoners here. Take them up onto the platform, and place then onto the wooden stools, and the noose placed around each neck of the members of the ruling council of Tuledare. 

They range in age from those in their early thirties, to a couple in their seventies. Men and women both. All human. 

None of them are gagged, and many of them are shouting that they're innocent, while others are sobbing, and a few are outright crying in despair. 

The last member of the ruling council to be brought up onto the platform, lifted up onto a stool, and a noose placed around his neck, is the councilor Owin Falmist who is yelling incoherently. While Mira Reinholt the mage watches him in silence.

While the gathered crowd also watch on in near silence. As they await what's about to happen here in the middle of Foundation Square. 

On what's so far been the coldest morning of the autumn, here in the capital of the city-state of Tuledare . . . . . .