The Martinez Capture

[GoodDreamer]

Me thinks we need a -Scary- rating.

He remained silent as the golden masked troop walked before the noticeboard in the Willow, not wanting any attention to be attracted to himself.

-Borug Steelhide isn't fond of public beatings, especially when he's the one being beaten.- he thinks to himself, the conscious effort of keeping in the third person allowing him to distract himself while the Order does what they do. Being nothing more than a wallflower in this scene, the masked flock moves elsewhere without so much as noticing him, they have notices to pin on other signs after all... He hopes.

The slight crowd disperses, the interest dropping back to a low as the majority continues up into the main tavern room or amble on out, dissallowed from drinking by a well-intentioned bartender of one sort or another. The few literate among the dispersed onlookers migrate to the board, their curiosity leading them to read the parchment. To his own surprise, Borug finds himself amongst them, his eyes straining as he slowly reads over the shoulder of a highly uncomfortable and mildly agitated Altalar.

". .Heretic. . . Martinez. . . Sins. . . Defacement o' th' Emporer. . Void tha' sounds bad already. . Where was. . Right.

Written document. . . High Heretic. . Shite, they make tha' focker sound important. .

Cesar. . . Punished. . . Most severe of bea- Oh damn.."

His right-hand rises up to his chin, rubbing it with a crooked forefinger as his heart silently goes out to the poor bastard. Common is hard enough to read without knowing that the main subject likely lost a few teeth. .

After a quick berating by the Altalar, infuriated by Borug's incessant muttering, he decides to remain silent for the rest of his reading. .

Walking away a few minutes later, he finds himself instilled with a quiet, icy fear. He had never met Cesar, nor had he really ever heard of him, but to be beaten to the point of.. He didn't have a proper word for it. Monkhood? Chastity?
He decides on Reclusion, feeling that it fits better than the other two.
The word hardly matters though, it's the fear that he cares about. To be able to take a man from his home for words only spoken, and break him until he transforms into something.. else. Trolls won't do that. Neither will Orcs, or Ogres, or Frosthorns. Not a beast nor man he has ever encountered had such a deep cutting weapon their disposal before. . .

And that terrefies him

I tried damnit​

 

[Anseran]

@KiddingAround

The annoyed Altalar by his side contemplated things in just the same manner, albeit... The fellow; Borug, had likely never experienced such beatings, or even heard of them. It became all too clear to Whitlock that the world viewed Cesar in a much more pale light... He sneered, but nodded... At least the chapter had closed, and he hoped that not another beating was due or to be as brutal as the last.

 

[xJomax]

Looks at the gold mask, as Cesar is about to be beat.
"Hmph.." He huffed.
"His fault."
He took a copy of the confession and walked to his apartment. He opened the brown, creaky door unto the so called 'living space'. He sat down at his desk and read the confession.
"This Alexander..Is he the man who Sigurna Wodenstaff talked of when she discussed her losing her position in the government and was beaten? Damn..And this 'Brother Michael' blames his father? Pfft. I wouldn't play 'The Devil Made me do it' against the people here..I need to do something about this..I need to get started.."