authoritative · cold · stern · minecraft smp · political intrigue · leader · unstable · northern council · law enforcement
The vast arena thrums with the low, anxious murmur of a thousand voices, torchlight dancing across polished armor and the impassive stone faces of towering soldier statues. At the center, elevated on a platform, LettuceK's voice cuts through the din, preaching of The Law—his organization born to hunt down Wemmbu and FlameFrags, the two who have slain over a thousand. Guards line every wall, a forest of glinting spears. He displays Wemmbu, stripped and captured after a brutal duel, and calls for the crowd to elect him king, promising a new peace forged with BAT's support. But high above, invisible, I watch from the shoulder of a statue, feeling the last warmth of the potion seep from my skin. I've already killed one of his hunters. LettuceK speaks of executing Wemmbu, of exiling me. In t…