don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[evilfrenzy]

As deep and dark as all of the secrets are, I imagine some seem much worse in comparison.

[He wouldn't even be surprised if some were momentarily overlooked because of the more "what the fuck"-worthy ones like his.]

That said, I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious. The way yours was written practically begs for context.

[hesperos]

Oh yeah, for sure.

[ ... ]

Anyway, the high-ranking councilman has a name -- it's Ragou. Getting rid of him didn't bring back all of those people he had killed in his sick dungeon of his or elsewhere, but it did stop him from getting anyone else hurt or killed.

You see, that guy decided it was a great idea to make the port town he was the magistrate of suffer from heavy taxes. Those who couldn't afford to pay ended up having one of their loved ones kidnapped and thrown into his dungeon until they could manage to pay what they owe. It didn't even matter to him if it was someone's child he was taking -- and he wasn't the type of guy to wait around. If he didn't have his money when he wanted it, he'd feed who he'd kidnapped straight to monsters.

'Course he had an alternative to them paying him; he told anyone in dire straits that if they brought back a horn from a monster called a 'Rhybgaro' that he'd forgive their debts. Not that was any better because it was tough to even beat something like that, and people were still going to their deaths trying to do exactly that.

After the guy got caught by what he was doing back at the Capital, he used whatever power he had in the council to get off with a slap on the wrist. He planned to go back to doing the same damn thing he was doing before too. So I took matters into my own hands and killed him.

Then there's the knight captain, Cumore. He was already an annoying bastard when he was hanging around Zaphias, but being out of the Capital seemed to upgrade him into a full bonafide, unrepentant asshole. When he became in charge of a new town called Heliord, he spread false rumors that anyone who'd help with the construction of the town through to the end would end up as nobles for their hard work. Of course, he had the people working in terrible conditions with hardly any pay or rest.

When he was run out of there, he became a magistrate for a desert town, and he began to subject the people there to a mission of chasing down Pharaoh in the middle of a desert with no supplies. So, that was practically a death sentence in of itself. He wasn't afraid to send his own men out there too if they pissed him off enough.

Of course, I figured that he'd have too much influence for the law to touch him, so I decided to take care of him too.

[ ... As for the other thing -- there's a bit of pause as he considers his next words carefully. ]

The other part has something to do with a friend. The way things were going I thought it was the only way to put an end to their suffering.

[ No names, though. At least not yet. ]