Nothing But the Truth
Shark Infested Waters
(( Please note that the final muns involved have no court or legal experience. To those that gave it a shot, my apologies and my thanks for at least trying. Also due to connection problems with FlashChat, an AIM room was created with the name "Red Dragon Inn Great Hall" for the purpose of setting continuity. No infringement is intended.))
The Red Dragon Inn Great Hall stood quietly and empty for the better part of three days. Generally a place for duels, feasts and other such functions, it soon expanded its repertoire to include a courthouse.
Rhy'Din had seen almost no honest legal proceeding in only the deities know but this trial was held come hell and high water. Fate had thrown it for a loop four times but it went on.
Robert Lodell was determined to have it go on.
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He had heard of the case a week prior when he had decided to go mingle at the marketplace. At first it meant nothing -- just another Rhy'Din freak getting off with one of the many Rhy'Dinese felonies and never being spoken of again.
And then he read the need for a prosecutor.
"Haven't had a case this juicy in a while."
Lodell muttered to himself as he read the copy of the paper. Eventually, the mutter turned into a sneer. Six consecutive killings and none had taken the freak in until after it all. At length, Robert tucked the paper under his arm, turned on one heel and briskly walked back to the carriage he rented for that day.
This Rhy'Dinese freak wasn't getting off so easily.
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Henry Scotia had been keeping half-an-eye on the story of the Dockside Killer since the tale had been first circulated. Honestly, it was at first with detached interest, clinical curiosity. Honestly, he didn't see himself getting that involved.
The call to his dusty old office surprised him.
"Scotia, it's Bobby."
Henry cocked his head.
"Yeah, what's goin' on? Another divorce -- "
"No, Scotty."
"Oh come on! Only my dad called me that -- You're serious aren't you?"
Bobby was silent for a good fifteen seconds.
"Bobs, what's up?"
"I've got this cracked-up case."
Henry didn't know what drove him to accept this thing initially. Still, as he started gathering evidence and practically picking apart the surveillance footage at Port South, Room Five, he got more and more involved. Each passing hour turned up new thoughts and each stage of investigation turned up a more solid theory.
He knew Rhy'Din was full of nutcases but this one took the cake in a whole new way.
Henry had a misguided, crazy child on his hands.
Shark Infested Waters
(( Please note that the final muns involved have no court or legal experience. To those that gave it a shot, my apologies and my thanks for at least trying. Also due to connection problems with FlashChat, an AIM room was created with the name "Red Dragon Inn Great Hall" for the purpose of setting continuity. No infringement is intended.))
The Red Dragon Inn Great Hall stood quietly and empty for the better part of three days. Generally a place for duels, feasts and other such functions, it soon expanded its repertoire to include a courthouse.
Rhy'Din had seen almost no honest legal proceeding in only the deities know but this trial was held come hell and high water. Fate had thrown it for a loop four times but it went on.
Robert Lodell was determined to have it go on.
---------------------
He had heard of the case a week prior when he had decided to go mingle at the marketplace. At first it meant nothing -- just another Rhy'Din freak getting off with one of the many Rhy'Dinese felonies and never being spoken of again.
And then he read the need for a prosecutor.
"Haven't had a case this juicy in a while."
Lodell muttered to himself as he read the copy of the paper. Eventually, the mutter turned into a sneer. Six consecutive killings and none had taken the freak in until after it all. At length, Robert tucked the paper under his arm, turned on one heel and briskly walked back to the carriage he rented for that day.
This Rhy'Dinese freak wasn't getting off so easily.
---------------
Henry Scotia had been keeping half-an-eye on the story of the Dockside Killer since the tale had been first circulated. Honestly, it was at first with detached interest, clinical curiosity. Honestly, he didn't see himself getting that involved.
The call to his dusty old office surprised him.
"Scotia, it's Bobby."
Henry cocked his head.
"Yeah, what's goin' on? Another divorce -- "
"No, Scotty."
"Oh come on! Only my dad called me that -- You're serious aren't you?"
Bobby was silent for a good fifteen seconds.
"Bobs, what's up?"
"I've got this cracked-up case."
Henry didn't know what drove him to accept this thing initially. Still, as he started gathering evidence and practically picking apart the surveillance footage at Port South, Room Five, he got more and more involved. Each passing hour turned up new thoughts and each stage of investigation turned up a more solid theory.
He knew Rhy'Din was full of nutcases but this one took the cake in a whole new way.
Henry had a misguided, crazy child on his hands.