Evening time, Monday the 21st, the Den was alight with street lamps, candles, and bonfires. The Den Hall of Laws was ablaze with light tonight. The trial of the Den vs. Mogriil was continuing on. Why at night though, many of the Lupinossai wondered. It seemed odd, though many suspected it had to do with daylight attacks recently on the Den Fangs. The crowd tonight wasn't as packed as the first part of the trial. Den Fang's were blocking all entry ways checking all ID's and turning any away without ID cards.
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius walked up to the den feeling a bit curious about what dwelled within it more. She was in her dark blue jeans and jean jacket casually approaching the Den. She had no weapons at all on her and certainly with Ammy's help that the evidence for her gun would now be invalid. Of course, she didn't forget the ID card and had it safely in a pocket. All Mirius did was grin once she walked up to The Den gate.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost entered the Den Hall of Laws from one of the less clogged side entrances, flashing his DFLEA badge to the Den Fangs on duty. They waved him and his assistant on into the Hall.
Dragonlover: Verbosk himself was standing at the Hall of Laws. He nods at the lawyer and maintains guard duty with watchful grey eyes.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost took up his seat at the prosecution table. He had had a full 3 weeks now to find every way to bury both Street and his bastard son deep in the laws of the Den.
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius simply had access to the den with that new ID card Ammy had given her. Such fantastic use it had. Slowly she walked the streets of the Den, her eyes looking around warily and curiously. Searching for anything of interest.
Street Wolf: Street arrived on his motorcycle, the wine of the TIE engine dying as he stopped. Dismounting the motorcycle he shoved others out of his way walking right up to the main entrance of the Hall. The Den Fangs stepped forward to stop him and check ID but faltered when Street skewered them with a Red and Brown eye that promised pain if they stopped him. The Den Fangs felt that a visual ID of Street was enough and let him through. "Rookies." he growled and took up his table on the Defense side.
Dragonlover: Verbosk growled after Street, if only for his rudeness.
Mogriil: Mogriil was sitting in the holding cell in a room to the left of the Den Hall of Laws, being a good prisoner and seeming to be in meditation. Must have been something he picked up from Aramus.
Mirius Pojoris: She wasn't too far off from that scene, watching the shoving and hearing the growls. Something was going on and it perked an interest. "Hmm," she said softly to herself. Mirius saw Verbosk, though, and rembered him being with Myrlene. Would be a rather pain to cross his path to see what was goin on in there.
The crowds were starting to settle some now inside the hall. Half the amount as last time and twice the security now. Lene had did a fine job reassigning shift and improving Den Security. A few people whispered about local news, weather, and the recent shootings.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost just watched Street like a predator. Last time the Lupe got lucky against Frost. Not tonight.
Street Wolf: Street ignored Frost completely. His eyes were focused on the empty seats the judges would occupy.
Mirius Pojoris: And she kept on walking, wondering if there was another entrance to avoid that draconian. Mirius was very wary about him. She very casually walked around the Hall of Laws with her paws in pockets of her jeans. But what was this? A side entrance. She walked up to the guards at the entrance. Mirius even pulled out her ID having a good feeling they were going to want to see it. That was nothing new to her being from a war torn military world.
Fen Stridar: A door in the rear of the courtroom opened and Fen stepped inside and moved to one of the three Jurisdiction Judging seats. A casual glance across the Hall and a small nod to himself. He hoped this trial will end today. Street was not looking so well these days and keeping to himself alot.
The Den Fangs at the side entry stopped Mirius and asked for the ID Card.
Dragonlover: The draconian does, indeed, spot Mirius. He speaks into the radio at a whisper. "Female, Lupinossai. Rounding the corner. Please secure the perimeter."
Mirius Pojoris: She held out the ID card and handed it over t othe guards with a grin. "Here ye go."
The Den Fangs hear the radio chatter a moment. The pause checking the ID Card then radioed Lene as their acting Lieutenant tonight. Soon they got an all clear from her. They let Mirius in. "Lupe suspect has full clearance from Ammy Spiritor and confirmed by Lieutenant Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor." they radioed in and went back to their posts. It wasn't like Mirius was going to be out of view with twice as many Den Fangs in the Hall.
Dragonlover: "Copy that. Just to confirm, where does that side door lead?"
N.P.C.: The crowd was getting a bit bored now when the Jury filled in and took their seats. The High Judge soon appeared from the rear entrance and took his seat above and behind Fen.
"Side Entrance is a one way to the courtroom." one of the Den Fang's responded.
Fen Stridar: Fen bowed his head politely to the High Judge. It was time to start.
Mirius Pojoris: She stuffed her ID card into her jeans and simply walked in. This was pretty easy all thanks to Ammy. Good thing she didn't come in her military uniform and weapons. She mooved into the courtroom and looked around just for a second or two. Once she was done observing she took a seat in the back of the courtroom to observe what issue was at paw.
Dragonlover: "Copy that. Thanks." Verbosk continues his watch without further vocal interruption.
A Den Fang approached the Judging Dias then turned and spoke to the crowd. "Bring respect to those who measure the law. Now is the time for silence. Lend your ears to what is said. The Case of the Den vs. Mogriil will now resume." the Den Fang left the dias and resumed his previous post near the Jury box.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost grinned, ready for the renewed fight.
Street Wolf: Street just stared at the Judges.
Mirius Pojoris: Silence. Well, it wasn't like she had something to say anyways. Mirius sat there with her arms crossed, watching and listening carefully. Perhaps, she could find out more about what was going on in this Den of the Lupinossai. Maybe find some flaws to thrive off of.
Fen Stridar: "Evening to you all. We shall now begin the continuance of this trial. To refresh the Jury and our listeners, our first session has determined that Mogriil has been found capable of using magic, as well as casting offensive magic outside of war time. Any reports of him directly attacking Lupinossai with magic are not clear. Tonight we will conclude this trial by viewing the allegations of Mogriil murdering two Den Council Elders as well as the attempted murder of Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor and Vuusoolta Wolf. Prosecution, you have the stand."
The crowd went silent as they watched and listened.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost stood and approached the witnessing dias and stood in front of it facing the Jury. "Tonight we put aside the magical mystical part of this lowlife Lupinossai that I'd would rank with the Spiritors in vileness."
Mirius Pojoris: Well, that was a tick in her mind. Good thing she didn't have a gun on her.....
Street Wolf: "Objection your honors! He is generalizing a bias against all Spiritors when we have many in our Den who are law abiding good citzens."
"Sustained. Prosecutor Frost, do not incite a riot in my courtroom or you will find yourself in a cell next to Mogriil. Understood?"
Frostad Shieldar: "Yes, High Judge Caravoos. As I was saying we will be looking at the more mundane aspects of this killer." he walked back to his table and lifted a file folder. "I hold in my paw two confirmed accounts that Mogriil killed the two elders in question." he walked up and submitted them to Caravoos and Fen.
Fen Stridar: Fen looked over the copies for a moment or two then looked to High Judge Caravoos. A raise of a furred brow was all Fen needed.
"Prosecutor Frost. These reports assume that the killer was Mogriil. Only one states proof of wounds possibly matching Mogriils lance. You also mention a witness and evidence not submitted to the court that backs these reports up. Where is the witness and the evidence?"
Frostad Shieldar: Frost grinned showing all teeth. "Yes. Indeed. I call forth Verbosk to the witness stand."
Street Wolf: Watched and listened. Two techniques so far that let him get the best of Frost.
Mirius Pojoris: She crossed one leg over the other as she sat there quietly, slighly leaning forward interested in wanting to know more of what was going on. This night looked like it was truly going to be of juicy information.
The crowd looked around hoping to see who Verbosk was.
Dragonlover: Verbosk, of course, was standing outside the main entrance. On guard duty.
The Den Fang that had given the opening ceremonial speech radioed in. "Send Verbosk in. He has been called in as a witness."
Dragonlover: Verbosk brings the radio to his mouth. "Roger that. Headin' in." He first confirms the replacement, then heads inside. It doesn't take him long to enter the court room.
Fen Stridar: Fen sat watching. This should be interesting. "Please approach the witness dias and stand in the center."
Dragonlover: Verbosk does so.
Fen Stridar: "Verbosk. You are under the oath of this Den Hall of Laws as well as bound by the oath of a Den Fang to answer truthfully to all question asked under penalty of the wrath of Lupis. Do you understand?"
Dragonlover: "I do."
Fen Stridar: "Proceed Prosecution." Fen leaned back.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost nodded with ease and picked up another copy of the file folder. He handed it to Verbosk. "Verbosk, take a look at these repots on the two murdered councilmen. I believe you were a member of the Rhydin City's Watch investigating the first murder. Am I correct?"
Dragonlover: "Yes, sir." Verbosk opens the file and looks over them.
Frostad Shieldar: "Tell me Verbosk. Who do you think commited the first murder based on your investigations?"
Dragonlover: "Well, initially, our primary suspect was Myrlene. A lightsaber was found on the body, but her alibi matched with other witnesses."
Frostad Shieldar: "A lightsaber you say. A weapon hard to use by many correct?"
Dragonlover: "Yes, sir. We originally operating under the assumption that since a lightsaber was the murder weapon, for the marks on the victims body matched those of a lightsaber wound, deep burns and all, that only a Force user could have done it. Myrlene possessed a saber of the same hilt, but claimed she lost it, if my memory serves me right."
Frostad Shieldar: "I see. Then how did you discover who really used the lightsaber to kill the councilor?"
Street Wolf: Street kept listening. He knew his chance was buried in this testimony somewhere.
Dragonlover: "Like I said, we first investigated her alibi, which was that she left the Red Dragon, which is where the murder took place, before the murder time narrowed down by forensics. Her witnesses confirmed the alibi, and so we investigated further into her missing lightsaber."
The crowd was murmuring slightly. "Always knew that Myrlene was a shady girl." "Wasn't natural how fast she grew up." "Demon spawn of a Wolf and Spiritor mating."
Frostad Shieldar: "I see. Did you find the missing lightsaber?"
Mirius Pojoris: The murmuring. The beliefs. The behaviors of the people in this Den. All was to be taken and thought out. To find out how the peoples' mind worked in the Den was important. Especially, to find flaws. To find any hatreds and issues within.
Dragonlover: "Yes, sir. The missing lightsaber was the murder weapon."
Frostad Shieldar: "Where did you find the lightsaber?"
Dragonlover: "Well, it was planted on the body. We believe it was an attempt to frame the honorable Leftenant."
Street Wolf: He wasn't liking the rumors he was hearing about his niece.
Frostad Shieldar: "So at the time you didn't know who used the lightsaber then. When did you find the perpertrator and what lead you to accusing Mogriil?"
Fen Stridar: So far nothing surprising about the testimony wasn't covered in the report. What was Frost getting at here?
The crowd was curious to hear how Mogriil was accused.
Dragonlover: "Well, we were running around in a lot of circles, because now we had no suspect after Lene was cleared. The break in the case came when Lene alleged that she had a bodyguard who knew how to use a lightsaber safely. She also admitted that he was a lover. That is how we narrowed it down to Mogriil."
Frostad Shieldar: "There you have it. Mogriil knew how to use a light saber and as we all saw during the first court session, Mogriil had a lance that matched the injuries you found on the second body, correct?"
Street Wolf: "Objection! Leading the witness your honors."
"Rephrase the question Prosecutor Frost." Caravoos stated clearly.
Frostad Shieldar: "Very well." he nodded once. Frost looked at Verbosk. "With your knowledge of what Lene alleged about Mogriil, did the second murder match up with your suspicion and evidence at paw?"
A few murmurs in the crowd. "That Frost is a tricky one." "Did you hear he used to be in hearings when the Great Dens still ruled the Old Country?" "Would hate to be against him."
Dragonlover: "Yes, sir. The second murder occurred while Lene was under arrest. This drew my attention to Mogriil, and I investigated further into his dealings."
Frostad Shieldar: "And did you arrest Mogriil?"
Iimiidiina: Iimii quietly enters the Hall and sits at the back.
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius looked over seeing that little boy enter and sit down in the back, too. Oh what a joy. She smirked at him and slowly put her attention back to what was going on.
Dragonlover: "Yes, sir. I brought my Bromissk, Alphrans Vuusoolta, along for the interview to keep an eye on him, knowing the alphas magical heritage. With his assistance, we discovered the truth. Mogriil ran from the scene, and he was... unaccounted for. The next time I saw him, he had killed Alphrans Vuusoolta with an assassins bullet. Or, at least, temporarily killed him."
That brought a gasp to the crowd. "How did he escape with the Den Alphrans there?" the whispers spread like wildfire.
Fen Stridar: Fen growled loudly, quieting the crowd.
Dragonlover: Verbosk flushes. He didn't want to rat out his Bromissk, even subtlely or indirectly, like that.
Street Wolf: Street's eyes narrowed as if he smelled blood. Aha!
Dragonlover: Verbosk had to be clever now.
Frostad Shieldar: "I see. You know for certain it was Mogriil who shot Vuusoolta Wolf in front of the gathered crowds?"
Iimiidiina: Even Iimii was shocked at this particular piece of information.
Dragonlover: Verbosk thinks carefully about how to phrase this...
Fen Stridar: Fen was intrigued now.
N.P.C.: The crowd was on the edge of their seats close to lynching Mogriil.
Dragonlover: "Mogriil... was unaccounted for. He had skillfully escaped my grasp, whether by magic or skill, I don't know. But it was clear that he had a hatred against the Den and its leaders, for if he was innocent of those murders, why run?"
Mirius Pojoris: Something gave her a hint in that. The Alphrans was there and the killer escaped? Then again, even she, herself, has gotten out of tough situations, but it wasn't something to let go lightly. She continued to listen as she slowly slid towards Iimiidiina.
Iimiidiina: Iimii already had wards set up around him. There was no getting even across the isle for Mirius.
Frostad Shieldar: "I am sure all here would feel that is a general assessment of 'Why run when nothing is wrong'. I am puzzled as it states you did capture Mogriil yet it revolves around a near fatal stabbing of the now Lieutenant Myrlene. Am I correct?"
Dragonlover: "With all due respect, sir, it was not I who captured Mogriil, for I was incapacitated from the war against Lord Travanix and his foul legion at the time of his arrest."
Frostad Shieldar: "Then who captured him?"
Mirius Pojoris: Something was keeping her from getting closer, so she sat there. All she wanted to do was talk. She simply shrugged it off and sat there listening intently.
Dragonlover: "I am not sure. Based on what I hear about the Den, this Aramus fellow was responsible for his capture, though this is just hearsay coming from me. I never met the... creature, whatever he is."
Mogriil: Listens quietly by way of speaker in the room outside of his cell. He felt no remorse, no sorrow. He had come to terms with himself and waited for the outcome.
Frostad Shieldar: "Ah yes. The strange fellow here the last time we all met. Very well then. Did Mogriil confess to shooting Vuusoolta?"
Dragonlover: "Again, I'm not sure. After his escape, I was whisked away by the tide of war. All that I know is what I have heard from the previous session. About how the armor seemed to control Mogriil, and all that that is common knowledge around the Den now."
Frostad Shieldar: Frost simply nodded. "I am done your honors." and he moved back to the prosecution table.
"Defense, you may now begin cross examination of the witness." High Judge Caravooss spoke.
Street Wolf: Street stood and slowly approached Verbosk sizing the draconian up and down like an old veteran sizing up a new recruit.
Dragonlover: Funny. Verbosk was doing the same thing.
Street Wolf: "Movin' testimony ye gave, Verbosk. Nice, tidy, detailed, except...." he raised a paw up, " when it gets to Mogriil becoming unaccounted fer. A large feller like ye and a powerful mage like Vuusoolta couldn't keep track of Mogriil during questioning?"
The crowd murmured some more. Again that part of the story seemed a little fishy.
Dragonlover: "Mogriil is wily and cunning. He had years of experience getting around mages, piercing their defenses, and taking their heads. I see no reason why he wouldn't have the capabilities to run if he needed."
Street Wolf: "And ye didn't stop him? Sure. He may be a mage killer, but yer nae a mage. Yer big, strong, and vicious."
Frostad Shieldar: "Objection. Badgering the witness and profiling."
Fen Stridar: "Over ruled. It is will documented that Draconians are big, strong, and can be vicious. Continue Defense, but tread lightly."
Street Wolf: "Yes yer honor. Again. Why didn't you stop Mogriil, Verbosk?"
Dragonlover: "A mage killer is just as much of a warrior as I, perhaps even stronger given his capabilities, whether they be skilled or magical or psionic or just plain luck."
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius softly chuckled at the comments about Verbosk.
Street Wolf: "I see. So you didn't just let him waltz by you by the commands of yer boss Vuusoolta Wolf?"
Cries of shock and howls of outrage errupted all over the courtroom at Street dirtying the name of their Alphrans with such an accusation.
Fen Stridar: "Quiet! Or I will have Den Fangs start removing viewers." Fen spoke with a booming voice thanks to the halls accustics.
The crowd simmered to a whispered sea of loathing.
Dragonlover: Verbosk glares at Street Wolf. Oh, that burst vessel somewhere. He was furious. But he answers nevertheless. "There were extraneous circumstances that were beyond my sight. There were tricks in Mogriils lair that had caught me off guard."
Mirius Pojoris: tilted her head and cross the other leg over the other. This was getting more and more interesting the further the trial went.
Street Wolf: "Oh really? What tricks are involved with Vuusoolta telling you to let him go to draw suspicion away from him ordering Mogriil to kill the two councilors?" Street walked to his table and withdrew a report in his paw. "I have here a testimony from one Moonshine Silverwood-Shimmerscale that states that he heard Vuusoolta speaking with Verbosk about ordering Mogriil to murder council members in order to start a coup for power and that Vuusoolta had blackmail agains every councilor."
Street Wolf: "Now tell me. Is this not true? Oh, and his mate Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor confirms his testimony as they both share a mental and soul bond."
Dragonlover: Verbosk takes in a sharp breath. He remains silent.
Street Wolf: Uh oh. Someone went quiet. Street was now grinning.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost looked a bit surprised by this piece of evidence Street had. "Objection! How can we be certain that this Moonshine was not lying? His mate afterall was one who was initially suspected of the murders and has a record of misusing magic as well as serving a dark queen."
Street Wolf: "My niece isn't on trial here. My son is. Now sit down and shut up Frost." he growled.
Dragonlover: Verbosk thinks, and he thinks quickly. But this was his Leftenant. Who should his loyalties lie with: his Master, who had given him safe haven, purpose even, within the Den, and painstakingly taught him for so long, or his commanding officer, his dear friend, even. Maybe Frost could bail him out...
Mirius Pojoris: This only got better and better for Mirius. She snickered to herself, but kept it low so it wouldn't be a disturbence.
Dragonlover: Verbosk watches the exchange and waits for the judge.
"Order! Defense watch your tongue and treat your rival with respect. The Jury is to disregard the statement about Myrlenes character. Though I must ask what means of verification were used for this testimony Defense?"
Street Wolf: He walked up to the judges with purpose and pride. "Here are the copies yer honors. You will that the testimony was given and witnessed by Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor, Den Fang Alruus Blackpaw, Den Fang Caas River who was there when Moonshine brought in a bleeding Myrlene near death and was in the house helping to settle said injured Myrlene. It has been verified by a Den Guild Mage as well."
Fen Stridar: Fen looked over the copies and saw Caravoos nodding. "Evidence has been verified."
The crowd was filling with nervous energy. "Was the Alphrans behind all of this?" "Maybe he's behind the Spiritor attacks to keep his seat?" "Would have anyone one of us killed for crossing his path?"
Frostad Shieldar: Frost was silent and deep in thought. This was an attack he didn't see coming and it had thrown him off track badly.
Street Wolf: "Well Verbosk? Yer under oath. Did Vuusoolta tell you not to stop Mogriil from escaping? Did he tell you he had planned all of the murders and even had a third waiting to happen?"
Dragonlover: Verbosk was tense again. It was up to him now. His choice. Who should be bailed out by his testimony: Lene, or Bromissk? Lene was a friend, had a mate, a child, a younger brother and parents. But Verbosk had sworn to justice as well. To bring Mogriil to justice, he would have to alienate Lene and her family in turn. If he could just save both of them somehow... and it was then that he realized what should be done... But that idea was shot down. They had confirmed testimony against his Bromissk. Verbosk made his choice. Like all students, they must cast off a teacher one day. And Verbosk knew, with these attacks by suspected Spiritors, Vuu might just have a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the Den. But at the same time, Mogriil must be put to justice. Verbosk speaks. "Yes. He did. However, it was he who was killed. Alphrans Vuusoolta would not have ordered his own death, the destruction of ...the Den. That was Mogriil's own doing, and that is a crime that, in my tribe, is unforgivable."
Street Wolf: "I see. And is it true that Vuusoolta had evidence against the old Den Council for blackmail purposes?"
The crowd was dead silent. Everyone was in shock.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost was now pulling what he could together to keep the momentum against Mogriil going.
Mogriil: Mogriil listened and didn't move. He didn't remember any of the murders or crimes but given what the armor did to him he didn't doubt that he physically committed the crime.
Dragonlover: "He did. Bromissk saw the flaws in the Council, and heard the howls of displeasure, about how slow decisions were made under the Council, how grown intelligent adults yearned for a quicker means of decision-making. Bromissk was simply the one who took the initiative, for the sake of his people and the general unity of the Den he loves."
Mirius Pojoris: All of this was catching Mirius by surprise, too. She peered over the crowd to get a good look at Mogriil. What an interesting Lupinossai to be in such a situation.
Iimiidiina: Iimii just sighed. He knew something was up, but didn't quite know the extent of it.
Street Wolf: "Granted, planned killin's for higher pack order be nothin' uncommon to us all given the bloody history of the Old Country. Yet, here we have someone who ordered death, then conveniently set up all them laws that none of you, and certainly not I, voted on. A lot of laws to make it hard to rebell against a coup and maybe....catch a well laid out scapegoat? Is this the type of law we want? One created by a murdering leader seeking power?" he raised his voice to the viewers.
Frostad Shieldar: "Objection! The laws were confirmed and voted upon by the previous Den Council!"
Street Wolf: "Who had two killed and the rest cowed by Vuusoolta." Street protested.
Dragonlover: "At least Vuusoolta had the courage to rise against the sham of a government that was in power at the time!" Yes, he did speak out of order. But Verbosk didn't care at that moment.
The crowd was murmuring a lot now. "Laws were traps." "We were better of under Spiritor rule in the Old Country." "Yes, at least then you knew when you were wanted dead and why. No law gibberish." "Maybe the law can be salvaged if we oust the little whelp? Why should a Wolf rule the Den?" "His father was no better."
Fen Stridar: Fen watched the whole courtroom fall into chaos for a moment or two.
High Judge Caravoos was looking a bit surprised and a bit thoughtful.
Fen Stridar: Fen leaned over to one of the Den Fangs and soon all exits were now locked down. No one in, no one out. "Order!" he shouted.
The crowd didn't stop their conversations and a few arguments were getting heated.
Mirius Pojoris: "Better and better." Mirius said to herself very quietly and snickered.
Fen Stridar: "Oh for the love of Lupis and Canis." he stood, his eyes flashed red for a moment and he clapped his paws sending a resounding wave of sound and energy through the whole courtroom jarring everyone and causing most to kneel.
The crowd had no choice to be quiet and those kneeling were allowed back up to sit.
Mirius Pojoris: She covered her ears when the sound lasted and gritted her teeth. Mirius is only hoping this crowd doesn't ruin everything for her. ALl of this information was very vital.
Fen Stridar: "My appologies your high honor." he helped Cavaroos back to his seat. "I wonder if we should continue tonight or postpone and convene with a private trial from this point out?"
"No, no, no. To do so would rile the crowds more. We are in a tight spot here Fen." Caravoos whispered to Fen.
Mirius Pojoris: That had her tense for a moment, but to hear that it wouldn't go private made her relax. Good...good.....
Fen Stridar: Fen continued his private council with Caravoos. "So you wish to proceed then?"
Dragonlover: Verbosk gets back into his seat and continues staring at Street.
"Fen, I have been around a long time. Laws are laws regardless of who makes or use them. This system has been the best we have had since the Den Council. This trial I would say is merely one of coincidence."
Fen Stridar: "You think so?" he asked cautiously.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost was remaining cool and poised letting the outbursts to give him time to collect himself.
Street Wolf: A Den Fang politely but forcefully moved Street back to his table.
The crowd seemed exhausted, excited, and tense. This case was very unusual.
"Yes, Fen. We should continue. I think delaying any further would just cause a riot."
Mirius Pojoris: A riot? That wouldn't be so bad. At least, not on her end. A smirk settled across Mirius' muzzle.
Fen Stridar: He sighed once. "Very well High Judge." he left his close council and took his seat. "The trial continues. Anymore outbursts meets with expulsion from the courtroom and a fine of 10 emerald nuukels per person offending. Prossecution and Defense. Same goes for both of you. Are you finished with the witness Verbosk?"
Street Wolf: "No further questions you're honor." Street looked smug.
Frostad Shieldar: "No futher questions either you honor. I wish to call my last witness."
Dragonlover: Verbosk clears the stand. He scowls very noticably at Street.
"Verry well. Thank you for your testimony and continuing service to the Den Fangs, Verbosk."
Dragonlover: He stayed inside the hall, watching over the crowd. Riot control, you could say.
Street Wolf: Street just gave a mock touche bow of his head.
Fen Stridar: "Go ahead and call your last witness Frost and pray to Lupis another disruption does not happen again." Fen said firmly though he looked at both Frost and Street.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost stood, and aproached the Jury slowly. His mirrored sunglasses reflecting the many lights in the court room. "I think it is time we put aside all of the witnesses and evidence as they all point to Mogriil regardless of who told him to do what. Let's bring Mogriil up here and ask him about all of this. I call forth Mogriil!"
Dragonlover: Plus, he was curious what Frost would do to seal the bars on... ahhh, Mogriil.
Mogriil: Mogriil stood and was released from his cell. He wore a simply white tunic and white canvas pants. Two Den Fangs lead him to the witness dias and he stood before everyone looking tall, strong, but non threatening, mellow even.
"Mogriil, you are under oath to tell the whole truth under penalty of Lupis' wrath. Do you understand?"
Mogriil: "Yes your honors." he said softly and in a quiet voice.
Mirius Pojoris: stretched her limbs in the seat getting relaxed. This sure was a long trial.
Mogriil: He also wore a mask made of jade pieces fitted into the form of a wolfs head.
Fen Stridar: "Proceed prosecution." he leaned back feeling exhausted by this zoo of a trial.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost nodded, then he removed his sun glasses showing eyes that were pure black, showing off his hidden soultre herritage. "Mogriil, what was your profession in the Old Country?"
Mogriil: "Soldier for hire by the Great Den Spiritor, then Mage Killer for the highest bidder. I killed mages on both sides of the war." he said in that soft quiet voice again.
Frostad Shieldar: "What profession did you have here in the Den when you came from the Old Country?"
Mogriil: "I was in the Den Militia before the Attack of Takhasis, and was a bodyguard for the former Den Alphran Fleetian Wolf's daughter, Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor."
Frostad Shieldar: "After that?"
Mogriil: "I... I... don't remember."
Fen Stridar: "Mogriil, you are under oath not to lie. Answer the question."
Mirius Pojoris: She leaned forward again. It surely would be important to focus her attention on Mogriil.
Mogriil: "It is the truth you honor. The last thing I remember was being told not to be around Myrlene anymore as we were courting and found that we were related by blood."
Dragonlover: Verbosk snorted with amusement. What a pack of lies.
Frostad Shieldar: "So you don't remember killing Councilor Ferrousteel in a dueling ring under the Red Dragon Inn with Myrlene lightsaber, nor repeatedly stabbing Councilor Graasiim with you lance in his own garden?"
Mogriil: "No." he looked up. "I am a killer. To this I attest. I have killed in war and in peacetime, but I do not remember killing those two councilors." he said in a confused voice.
Dragonlover: It can't be. Alpha ordered their deaths...
Frostad Shieldar: "Really now? You don't remember following Vuusoolta's orders? Nor the plans to poison the eldest Foxingale councilor with her own healing potions that were to be tainted with arsenic?" he walked to his table and held up the confiscated plans to perform the murder.
Mogriil: "No. I do not. All I remember is leaving Lene, then feeling a stabbing pain and a mirror image of myself stabbing me. I remember pleading with Aramus to help me, set me free."
Frostad Shieldar: "Asking him to set you free? Then you did know about these murders or you wouldn't feel a need to be freed from something if you don't remember a thing!" Frost was a few inches from Mogriils jade mask.
The crowd was quiet not wanting to get arrested but every single ear and eye were locked on mogriil and frost.
Fen Stridar: "Mogriil. You will get no further warnings."
Street Wolf: Street just watched as his triumphant beach head may crumble.
Mogriil: Mogriil didn't step back from Frost. He took a moment to breath and think. "How can I testify that I saw or did anything when all I knew was a faintness in my mind that I felt like a puppet being pulled by strings. Not by strings from this Vuusoolta Wolf you speak of, but strings laced with magic and old power. I do not remember the murders as my mind was wrapped in blinding cotton of magic. I asked for freedom when Aramus's stabbing broke the barrier to my mind." he said quietly.
Dragonlover: Verbosk looks about. Vuu is innocent? Something deeper was going on here.
Frostad Shieldar: "So you claim magic held you in sway to kill on command?" he asked simply.
Mogriil: "Yes."
Frostad Shieldar: "So you have no collective knowledge of stabbing your once beloved Myrlene to near death? Torturing her with each thrust to joints and known areas that hold many nerves to illicit pain?"
Mogriil: "I... I... did what?" he looked up, yellow eyes wide in shock and his voice trembled.
Iimiidiina: Iimii started to murmur his shock. Were the Spiritors behind this? Maybe the attacks are just a phase in a plan that started long ago.
Street Wolf: "Objection your honors. He's badgering the witness." Street called out.
Fen Stridar: Fen looked to Caravoos with a undecided look.
Mirius Pojoris: She brought her left paw up and slowly began to scratch and rub her chin. Interesting events.
"Sustained. Prosecutor Frost, rephrase the question."
Frostad Shieldar: "Very well. Did you know you nearly killed Myrlene?"
Mogriil: "No." he stammered, nearly sobbing.
Frostad Shieldar: "No further questions your honors." Frost returned to his table.
Fen Stridar: "Defense you may cross examine." Fen said a bit tired.
Street Wolf: Street stood and approached Mogriil. This was the home stretch. Hang in there son. "Mogriil. Did you ever have these bout's of not remembering who you killed in the Old Country during the wars?"
Mogriil: "Yes. When I received the armor and the lance from a Spiritor Mage. He was getting old and was tired of all the bickering so he offered me weaponry and defense to make me a double edged sword in the wars."
Street Wolf: "So this was an on going problem of mental black outs due to magical artifacts." he looked to the jury and the Judges. "Is is right that we try a Lupe who, while his body killed, his mind and soul are innocent of the crimes?"
Frostad Shieldar: "Objection. Records show that all Soul Knights, suits of armor powered by souls were tried and put to oblivion during the wars and even today we destroy such artifacts as the Soul powers the armor and makes it a very lethal threat to the Lupinossai Public. Mogriil is mereley the same case, just a fleshy variation."
Caravoos sat back, looking a bit troubled.
Fen Stridar: Fen rubbed his fore head in thought. This case was intricate, confusing, and yet pivotal.
The crowd quitely whispered among themselves. They were all confused too. Who was really at fault here?
Frostad Shieldar: Frost looked to the Judges to see if his objection stands.
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius raised her brows, awaiting to see what would happen. Oh the suspense!
Street Wolf: Street just held his ground asking with body and eyes that this was a mistrial of a Lupe who was not in control of his body.
Dragonlover: Verbosk crosses his arms. In his tribe, it matters entirely if a being is merely a pawn. He is now trying to decide if Mogriil is lying on the stand, or if he really was used. He is guessing the Spiritors. However, the pawn should be punished just as the master should.
Caravoos stood and motioned to Fen. "We will take a short break while Fen and I discuss this." and he left into the back council room.
Fen Stridar: Fen followed.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost sat back down and sipped some water. He gave Street a toast for surprising the hell out of him.
Mirius Pojoris: She sat back in the seat and covered her mouth with a paw, yawning.
Street Wolf: He resisted an urge to hug his son. This was hard on Mogriil. Instead he walked back to his table and sat waiting impatiently.
Mogriil: Mogriil just stood, slumped, looking broken, worn, and in absolute misery. He had hurt Myrlene?
Soon Caravoos was back and seated.
Fen Stridar: So was Fen.
Dragonlover: Verbosk listens on.
Fen Stridar: "This has been a very trying case. One of much evidence, supportive, contradictory, and misleading. It is also quite apparent that another party may be at fault as well, yet, we have no solid evidence to support that claim. We do have before us a Lupionssai that has physically murdered two Den Councilors as well as attempting murder twice and using dangerous magic. Both statements of Defense and Prosecution stand."
Caravoos looked to the Jury. "It is with a heavy heart that we must let the decision of guilty or innocent fall to your shoulders with such heavy proof. Remember what you heard, all of the evidence, and the tesimony. Den Fan Laas, please take the Jury into the jury room for deliberation. We shall wait here for a verdict."
The Den Fang nodded and opened a door to the back. The jury filed out quietly and the door closed.
Mogriil was allowed to sit, cross legged in the center of the witness dias.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost put his sunglasses back on and waited.
Dragonlover: Moment of truth.
Street Wolf: Street sat. It was all he could do.
Iimiidiina: Iimii kneads his cloak nervously.
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius began to just hum to herself and closed her eyes as she waited.
The crowd went back to idle chatter of Den events and possible holidays. Anything to break the silence of waiting.
Fen Stridar: Fen checked for any hospital messages on his cell phone.
Iimiidiina: With a POP, Iimii pulls out his volume on alchemy and starts reading Dragonflight.
Mirius Pojoris: Another yawn and she would continue humming. Even if the night was full of information, it was a bit boring at the same time. Just imagine everything she'd have to explain to her partner and friends.
With a creak of the door easily heard in the room, the Jury filed back in and took their seats. One Jurer, an Airii, handed a scroll of paper to Den Fang Laas. Laas handed the scroll to Fen.
Fen Stridar: Fen read the results then handed the scroll to Cavaroos, not showing any hint of the verdict.
Caravoos read the scroll then rolled it back up. "Mogriil Wolf, please rise."
Mogriil: Mogriil stood and looked at the Judges with yellow eyes that were uncertain of his fate but braving the news none the less.
Iimiidiina: Iimii closes the book and leans forward, watching intently.
Caravoos looked over to the Airii Juror. She nodded and spoke in a high voice.
Mirius Pojoris: She opened her eyes and stopped humming. It was time to listen and watch again.
"We the jurry, find Mogriil the accused, by a vote of 5 to 2, guilty of killing a lupinossai on both counts. A vote of 5 to 2 guilty of using magic during peace time to harm others. A vote of 5 to 2 guilty of being a danger to society. A vote of 7 to 0 not guilty of willful murder."
Iimiidiina: Iimii nods his head. He can agree with the verdict.
"Very well. Mogriil you have been found guilty for the crimes of kill two Lupinossai, using magic to harm others, and to being a general threat to society. How do you plead?"
Aramus Con Jackuss: A odd presence may be felt in the area of the court room. Maybe familiar to some, strange to others.
Mogriil: "Guilty."
"Very well then. Sentencing shall be met out now. The highest punishment for these crimes would be death by execution but prior arrangements have nullified that sentence. Therefor, by the power invested by the Den and the Alphrans, I sentence you to permanent exile from the Den, no less than 20 years endentured servitude to one Aramus Con Jackuss, and to be neutered in the morning."
Street Wolf: Street look sickened. It was the same sentencing he had faced back in the Old Country for leading rebellions. Street slumped, defeated.
Mirius Pojoris: She blinked. That surely sounded painful enough.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost simply nodded to the Judges. He won.
Iimiidiina: Iimii grimaces. Neutering... even that sounds painfully brutal.
Mogriil: Mogriil dropped his gaze to the floor. "As you wish."
Iimiidiina: And, more than likely, it will be done by his Dad, unless there is some specialist.
Aramus Con Jackuss: Aramus appeared with a gasp in the crowd. "<I>Oh my!"</I> The being said out loud.
Fen Stridar: Guess who has to do the neutering. Fen sighed once, then stood. "The trial is now over. Mogriil is to be taken into custody and remanded to a secure room in Whisper Paws Hospital to receive part of his sentencing. From their, Aramus Con Jackuss has claim to him. He is never allowed back into the Den, Aramus." he said to the being in the crowd.
Caravoos stood and left the court room.
Iimiidiina: Iimii looks upon Mogriil. Somehow, he was pitying the poor form.
The crowd hummed with conversations as the Den Fangs opened the doors and let the crowds file out.
Aramus Con Jackuss: The being gave a bow from its position to Fen. "Very well!"
Dragonlover: Verbosk comes forward with the other Den Fangs to secure Mogriil.
Mirius Pojoris: Mirius decided not to move. Instead, she had her eyes on Street. Hmmm.
Iimiidiina: Iimii waited in his seat for the chamber to clear out.
Fen Stridar: He looked up through the glassy canopy and hoped that justice was done. He left to make arrangements for the first neutering of a public criminal.
Mogriil: Mogriil didn't put up a fight. He simply walked where directed.
The Den Fangs led Mogriil out to the hospital and secured him in a private room with no windows and guards inside and outside the room.
Aramus Con Jackuss: The being disappeared and appeared right beside Iimiidiina. "Hello!" The being said in excitement
Iimiidiina: Iimii first sends a message, telepathically, to Mogriil as he's sent off. ~Mogriil, for whatever it is worth, I'm sorry I treated you like mu'udra.~ He then looks up at Aramus. "Hey, Aramus."
Frostad Shieldar: Frost stood and sent his aid on out. He crossed over and stood before Street's table. "Well fought and well met Street. I am sorry the verdict was bad for your son. You did very well and I know that this means little to your sorrow." Frost then walked for the aisles leading out.
Mirius Pojoris: slowly stood up and made her way towards Street Wolf slowly with a curious look on her muzzle. Though, she'd occasionally glance at that Frost. "Just another spiritor hater" she thought to herself.
Street Wolf: "Frost. You better hope I never meet you alone in a dark alley." he growled.
Iimiidiina: Iimii starts to head outside.
Aramus Con Jackuss: "How does your day treat you?" The being chuckled some.
One of the Den Fangs stiffened hearing that threat.
Mirius Pojoris: Oh, Mirius heard it, too once she was closer. Interesting.
Frostad Shieldar: Frost stopped for a moment and turned slowly. "Street. One of you family has been punished for not being smart. Do not follow that same path." And with that he left.
Iimiidiina: "Well enough. I'm happy justice was served. But I really think neutering is harsh."
The last guard left. The court room was empty except for Street, Mirius, Iimii and Aramus.
Aramus Con Jackuss: "Things could be worse! They could always turn him into a female!" The being snickered.
Street Wolf: Street stood, and walked for the aisle, taking one last look at the where the judges had sat. He was so damned close to getting his son freed.
Mirius Pojoris: "Ain't he rough 'round the edges, huh?" She stopped by Street.
Street Wolf: "Just doing his damned job." he muttered under his breath walking for the door. Street was in a black mood and close to killing.
Iimiidiina: "Aramus, this isn't funny. Mogriil was used. And that means we have far more serious problems than it would seem."
Aramus Con Jackuss: "Some problems you can't cross until the situation arises." it examined the boy. "And my oh my, you got new looks! Getting fancy are we?"
Mirius Pojoris: She began to follow him. "Well, certainly, I know what it is like to be accused of...killings."
Iimiidiina: Iimii was happy for the change in subject as they walked outside. "Yes. Birthday presents."
Street Wolf: He turned a killing look on Mirius for a long moment or two. "I've seen you before. Drinking with that feline Emuna."
Aramus Con Jackuss: It had no problem at all following Iimiidiina. "Birthday? When so?!"
Mirius Pojoris: She saw that stare, but it didn't bother her to much. "And that be a problem? I ain't hurtin' anyone. Besides, I kinda am on yer side y'know."
Street Wolf: "Really now?" he left the Den Hall of Law. "Walk with me."
Mirius Pojoris: She grinned and decided to walk with him, of course. Who knew what she was up to.
((And this concludes the trial of The Den Vs. Mogriil))
