Trials and Tribulations
Day One
(( These are done as concisely and unbiased as possible. Later on, character perspectives will be added in a thread alongside this one. ))
The Great Hall had been the place for the trial. It wasn't a real courtroom but it soon turned into one very quickly. Having stood quiet for most of the afternoon, people filtered in at around nine thirty. At ten o'clock, Rhy'Din bore witness to an honest-to-some-deity trial.
It could be said that the whole proceeding might have had someone watching over it all -- after the first failed try, it still went on. A straight-shooting judge, jury, defense and prosecutor had all been found at the last minute and it was this last-minute finding that might easily have been cause for worry.
They could have been sharks. Real sharks.
The prosecution and defense sized each other up and upon the proper signal, began their battle of wits, words and evidence.
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He was brought in with thin silver shackles around his neck, arms and feet. While he despised being restrained like the slave he used to be, he knew that this time, he was no slave. It was a means to keep him calm and rational enough that he might listen.
And maybe even learn.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help you?"
Renne listened to the bailiff as he asked that question. It wasn't to Renne himself but he heard the answer and quietly wondered if this was how Humans verified the truth from an untruth.
And he wondered how it worked. If it worked.
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The questions bounced against one another like a volley of verbal ping-pong balls. Occasionally one stepped out of line but each time, Judge Whisper tightened the reins. Each time one side or the other inched out of line, Judge Whisper snapped them back into proper protocol with the whack of a gavel upon the bench.
The first round had begun with opening statements. They took their sides from the start -- one suggesting a motive of human genocide and the other suggesting insanity. Neither side pulled punches as they battled with words.
Still, all in all, the first round proved to come together. It was legitimate, honourable. And it managed to prove an intense fight from the beginning. Rhy'Din's first honest-to-some-deity trial had pulled itself up by the bootstraps.
This trial wasn't even completed yet and it was already heated up.
Day One
(( These are done as concisely and unbiased as possible. Later on, character perspectives will be added in a thread alongside this one. ))
The Great Hall had been the place for the trial. It wasn't a real courtroom but it soon turned into one very quickly. Having stood quiet for most of the afternoon, people filtered in at around nine thirty. At ten o'clock, Rhy'Din bore witness to an honest-to-some-deity trial.
It could be said that the whole proceeding might have had someone watching over it all -- after the first failed try, it still went on. A straight-shooting judge, jury, defense and prosecutor had all been found at the last minute and it was this last-minute finding that might easily have been cause for worry.
They could have been sharks. Real sharks.
The prosecution and defense sized each other up and upon the proper signal, began their battle of wits, words and evidence.
-----------------
He was brought in with thin silver shackles around his neck, arms and feet. While he despised being restrained like the slave he used to be, he knew that this time, he was no slave. It was a means to keep him calm and rational enough that he might listen.
And maybe even learn.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help you?"
Renne listened to the bailiff as he asked that question. It wasn't to Renne himself but he heard the answer and quietly wondered if this was how Humans verified the truth from an untruth.
And he wondered how it worked. If it worked.
-----------------
The questions bounced against one another like a volley of verbal ping-pong balls. Occasionally one stepped out of line but each time, Judge Whisper tightened the reins. Each time one side or the other inched out of line, Judge Whisper snapped them back into proper protocol with the whack of a gavel upon the bench.
The first round had begun with opening statements. They took their sides from the start -- one suggesting a motive of human genocide and the other suggesting insanity. Neither side pulled punches as they battled with words.
Still, all in all, the first round proved to come together. It was legitimate, honourable. And it managed to prove an intense fight from the beginning. Rhy'Din's first honest-to-some-deity trial had pulled itself up by the bootstraps.
This trial wasn't even completed yet and it was already heated up.