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((This contained a lynch mob- and was a fairly big event to take place in the city. If you character would have been there, you may use these logs for their memory's sake- and if your character would have heard of it (likely), you may use these for IC information.))

Yin The Prig - With the blizzard still raging as harsh and unforgiving the town square was almost deserted, only those with immediate business dared to go outside of their cozy homes. But through the cold silence of the afternoon a shrill voice suddenly resounded. "The inquisitor, where is the inquisitor!?" The source was a young woman wrapped in a warm woollen cloak who came running into the square. The blizzard made it hard to see, and in her panic she seemed to have trouble finding the temple, instead she whirled around, nervously, almost as if hoping that someone could point her the way.

A man, a bundle of wood in his frosted arms (he was rushing back to the temple), stopped, squinting through the snow and ice. "This way!" he called over the wind, awkwardly holding the wood to his chest and stiffly flailing and arm, hoping she'd see.

Yin The Prig - The woman caught sight of the man but still seemed to be hesitant. "Thank you, wait there!" She shouted at him over the roar of the blizzard. The woman carefully walked over to the man, the ground was slippery and nervous as she was she seemed to almost slip more than a few times. When at last she placed a hand on the man's shoulder the woman seemed relieved. "We must hurry! I have seen something most horrible."

The man nodded and shoved forward, leading them to the temple door; he struggled against the wind to pull it open.

Mauricio was kneeled in front of the stone lab and praying silently to himself when the door to the temple opened. As soon as the two were inside the inquisitor got up again and turned around. "Something amiss?" He asked in his cold voice, seeing the lady's face he hardly needed an answer.

Yin The Prig kneeled in front of the inquisitor. "G-g-grand inquisitor I... have a terrible crime against the titans to report. I.. I hardly know where to start." She looked up again, but seemed to have a bit of trouble focusing on Mauricio's eyes.

Quincy Bird looked up, awoken from a sort of dead daze. She looked concerned- what was going on? What was the matter? She tried to sit up, to see.

Mauricio gave the farming lass a close look, trying to capture her eyes with his own. It took him almost a minute but eventually the lady looked him straight in the eyes. "Follow me to my office." His eyes turn on the man accompanying her. "You, go get a few guards." His voice sounded as definitive as any order one could give.

Quincy Bird - The man nodded again, and rushed out the door (ugh, again) to fetch guardsmen from the castle- but on the way back, starts knocking on doors, alerting others of trouble. Might as well get all the help he can manage, while he has the strength to be out in the blizzard.

Mauricio sat down in his comfy chair and opened a thick and heavy-looking book. "Do sit down." He said as he indicated the chair across of him, the farmer did so reluctantly. "Start from the beginning and tell me all I need to know." He slipped a quill from a wooden pot and dipped it in some ink, then already started writing things down although the woman hadn't said a word yet.

Yin The Prig - "Ehm, yes. Sir..." The lass had to force herself to look in his eyes, and the fact he was already writing things down didn't improve her comfort. "I was delivering a few pies to Okalo Oswald, a farmer of sheep. He didn't respond when I knocked and I noticed the door was open and so I went inside. He wasn't in his living area so I thought he might be in the back-"

Mauricio - "You seemed to know your way around his house pretty well." The inquisitor comments, although he speaks in a casual sounding voice, his sharp eyes are pointed straight at the lady.

Yin The Prig - "Yes I..I suppose I did. Our families have been friends for a very long time." The woman answered without much hesitation. "Well.. So I went to the back and there I found it.. it was an.. an altar dedicated to.. to the late Naeris Sol."

Mauricio - There was little that surprised a man such as Mauricio, but when the woman said those words his eyes widened just for a second. "An altar to the late princess..?" The inquisitor asked, although the question seemed more to himself than to the woman. "What kind of altar? To remember her?"

The man, Thomas Robinfeld, had brought the guards, and now, because there was trouble, quite a few people with him- rallied from the city.

Yin The Prig - The woman shook her head. "No sir. It was clearly more than that, I even found remains of something offered to her. I also found this." The lass reached under her cloak and pulled out a damp piece of parchment, some of the ink had ran out and the inquisitor had to hold it close to one of his candles to make it out.

Mauricio sighed as he read the piece of parchment. "Filthy dark elves, we should burn them all on sight." The inquisitor said to himself as he rolled up the parchment and slipped it into the pocket of his robe. "Very well, I shall go to the residence of which you speak. You'll be rewarded if what you say is true." Mauricio closed his large book and slid in back in its place among the other books on his desc, then the ermine stood up and went to the door. The woman also got up and let the clergyman go back into the temple.

Quincy Bird leaned forward, almost at the edge of her seat, nervously regarding the office door. She wished to know what was going on- worriedly chewing on her lip.

Seres D'eitre had been, to some degree, falling back into an old habit of not quite pacing herself properly. The half-fae could barely move in the infirmary, as the line of ill people seemed to be growing ever longer. Cold, flu, frost bite, hypothermia- even the healer was looking less than healthy, as she had barely had chance to leave the infirmary since the blizzard began. At present, however, after tending to a child whose fingertips looked as though they may have literally dropped off had he not appeared- Seres' pointed ears caught on to an unusual amount of conversation from behind the infirmary door. Her heart wept; she begged that the mutterings were not from a sudden herd of patients- although she loved her job, there was barely space to move, let alone to allow any one else in- and so, with a deep breath, as though preparing to anger a whole bunch of people, she would carefully open the infirmary door and- oh- as opposed to a gaggle of half-dead people, she was instead faced with a much more furious clump of people, that seemed to have collected in the temple, as opposed to outside her door. With a relieved sigh, she was thankful that she was not needed- though, once that passed, she began to grow curious; for exactly what reason would a mob appear in the temple? Instead of retreating back into the infirmary, the healer would instead stand and watch by the door, just quietly observing~

Quincy Bird - There had been a bit of a crowd in the temple before, but now it was packed in places; curious faces and frustrated worshippers grumbled and mumbled, gossiped and spoke, wondering what the trouble was- and why the guards, waiting at the door or the office, had been summoned. Quincy, shivering, still sitting in a row near the door of the infirmary, sat silently, nervously fidgeting, but far too weak to bother joining the rabble. She noticed the healer, and gave her a nod- but that was all.

Mauricio - With hardly a word Mauricio moved through the temple in his usual gliding step, the fact a crowd hat gathered made him smile briefly. "It has come to my attention there may be a most foul and rotten heretic in our midst! If this is true today will be the day we give the titan of ice the rotten blood she so desires, we will today act as her hand of justice!" With that the inquisitor rallies a few guards around him and accepts his crossbow and mace from a temple servant. With that taken care off he swings open the door of the temple. "Come now! And may our righteous anger be the heat that comforts us this day!"

The guards were his to command, but now most the remple was as well- hungry, cold, and more than willing to do what needed to be done to please the Titans. A few gave supporting cries, most rushed for the door.

Yin The Prig - The farmer who had come to get the inquisitor mingled with the crowd but also comes along, she also seemed riled up and ready to get this done.";
The farm was dead- crops blanketed in layers of snow, stables frozen up and the house stood with its door closed- covered in ice and frost, but still it stood, and looked active. A small glow shone from a window, barely visible in the white-out.

Mauricio wasteed no time as soon as he was at the farm, without a second of hesitation the grand inquisitor with a few guards around him walked up to the door to give a few loud knocks.

The door nearly caves in at the knocking, weakened by pummeling wind. But, given a few moments, someone did come to the door- and those at the sermon a week and a half prior would recognize him as the farmer who spoke out. He was a tad hairier now, having grown a bit of a beared, and accented with ugly little spots of frostbite, but still recognizable as Farmer Oswald. "..what's this?" He looked as though he'd been sleeping, and by the smell of alcohol, pretty heavily.

Mauricio - "Okalo Oswald you are accused of high heresy against the Titans, step aside so that we can search your residence." With a flick of his wrists a few guards stepped forward to seize the man, as soon as he was secured the inquisitor would step in and, remembering the womans instructions, try to find his way through the farmhouse.

The man looked absolutely baffled, shaking the moment he was out of the house- both to the cold and to fear. But still, his confusion was evidence. "What in the Titans' graces are you on about? Heresy? I visit the t-temple thrice a week!"

The Phoenix had seen the mob moving through town from her office windows. Intrigued she had headed down and followed them now. Though that's all she'd done at first, never having been one to just dive amonst the herd. As the inquisition made his claims she grinned, making her way to the front of the crowd. Considering her cloak was smouldering lightly to pretect from the chill it wasn't hard to clear a path. Anyone who jostled her would end up with burnt elbows.

Mauricio - Ignoring the man's pleas for now the inquisitor looked about until at last he went into the back. So far removed from the fire it was cold here although not cold enough to thoroughly bother a thick-furred ermine like Mauricio. There indeed stood the altar, it even seemed recently used with a few severed chicken heads lying in the middle with pictures and carvings of Naeris all around it. "Death worship, how ugly." The inquisitor commented to himself, searching the rest of the room he found a few more pieces of parchment similiar to the one the woman had given him, these too were filled with words to inspire the worship of the dead princess. "Let the man come here." Mauricio called out, the guards followed his command. "Confess here and now, and at least the titans might have mercy on you."

Oswald looked absolutely.. confused, still. "That.. is not mine," he chatters, fuzzy brows furrowing. Some of the mob press into the little farmhouse to get a look- and he turns his head to face them. "This isn't mine! I-I have no idea what's going on, here!"

Mauricio - "As treacherous as the drow you worship. Let us be done with him." He signalled for the guards to carry him off and then slung his mace from off his belt. He began a prayer, knowing that he had some time he did it more thoughfully. (1/2)

The heretic looked more irritated than afraid- until he began to get dragged off. "Wait- no! I can't e'en read!" He kicks and thrashes, but knows it's pointless. "Please, dun do this!"

Mauricio - His mace was not filled with holy energy, but he hardly needed it to smash this altar. Still it took him longer, but he was relentless as ever. As soon at the altar broke the inquisitor proceeded to tear the drawings of Nae off the wall to tear them apart.

The Phoenix stepped through the doorway to watch the master at work. Her shoulders still steaming against the frosty air as she pulled back her hood. "Should you like Master Inquisitor, I can set a blaze that'll keep enough to rend this unholy place despite the damp."

Mauricio had noticed the new overseer of magic in the crowd before although he hadn't adressed it. "I have torn down the unholy altar. Worship of the dead is a corrupt blasphemy however." The inquisitor looked around the house for a moment to make a decision. "Yes overseer, I believe you shall honour the titans by reducing this unholy place to ash." The grand inquisitor then followed the guards outside and adressed the mob as soon as he stepped out of the door. "See here! A most corrupt and vile man! This is one of those that is responsible for all of this." He indicated the blizzard around him. "He is responsible for the crops that died, he is responsible for the danger you and your childeren are in, responsible for the terrible wrath of the ice titan!" He took the note Yin had given him before and held it up. "For instead of paying honour to the titans, his true allegiance was to the dead body of the drow princess!"

The Phoenix at his final word the farmers shack creaked and the roof errupted with a blaze of blue flames behind him.

"No!" cried the farmer, one last cry of desperation-- but the mob was already louder than he was- even if most of them were already freezing. The sudden blaze only egged them on, and brought the dawning expression horror to irons upon Oswald's face.

The Phoenix stepped out through the doorway just as the ceiling collapsed, casually brushing some embers from her cloak. The fire went on without her, easily fending off the snow and wind as it went about happily devouring the dwelling. It would take some time to go out entirely, even as the snow around turned to slush.

Mauricio looked back at the burning house and said a little prayer, asking the titan of fire that he would cleanse this unholy place. Then with a nod towards the guards he started moving back towards the town into the direction of the gallows.
Mauricio - At the gallows the guards were just about ready with the noose when Mauricio stepped up to them. "No, we won't hang this one. Get ropes and tie him to this pole, we will let the blizzard consume him, this shall please the titan." The inquisitor stepped up to greet the people that had gathered. "Here upon this gallow the life of one heretic comes to an end. But know this good faithful people. Blasphemy is a disease and a highly contagious one, anyone here could be just as vile at his man." He pointed at the terrified Oswald. "Stay always wary for those who speak with unholy tongues, or they shall corrupt you too."

Johann Malagrav stands near the back of the second crowd that was beginning to grow near the gallows, freezing just as badly as anyone else there. Wrapped up as tightly in his cloak as he can be, the diplomat squints through the snow with an equally freezing gaze at the poor heretical sod about to be given up to the Ice Titan, occasionally shifting his attention away towards Mauricio.

The Phoenix had followed close by the Grand Inquistor, and now stood off the side, in front of the crowd. Arms crossed beneith her steaming cloak as she looked on with cruel approval at the judgement. "Here here!"

Mauricio - As soon as the man was tied to the pole the inquisitor whispered a guard in the ear, the guard ran off and came back a few minutes later with a few buckets of water. By this time the very pole that the poor heretic was tied to was trembling. "Let us make this one suffer all the pain that he caused, tenfold!" The inquisitor said in a venomous and merciless tone before he splashed the bucket over the man's face. It was so cold that a bit of the water had already frozen in the bucket, and it made the judged farmer scream in agony. "Confess! Even if it is merely in thought. Confess to yourself how wrong you were! The titan of snow may make this quick still, she will hear it."

Mauricio - It didn't take very long or the deed was done, it was clear that the man had died. Mauricio took a deep breath and turned back to the crowd. "Justice has been passed. Go back and warm yourselves in your homes now! If the Snow titan was pleased with our offering we will know it." The inquisitor also stepped away from the gallows and went towards the temple, after instructing the guards to take the man down during the night.

Yin The Prig - With the execution done, and the inquisitor finally gone the lass who had started all this also returned to her home, or at least she went into the direction of the farmland.

The Phoenix satisfied with the iqusitions work she smouldered off back to her tower.

The blizzard raged for the rest of the night, and few minds had begun to doubt the disposal of the heretic had actually worked in sating the Titan of Snow's anger. But come morning, they'd be waking up to a sky without clouds, the air clear of fluttering snow. The blizzard would come to an end. But left behind, in the snow at forest's edge, massive, primitive crates, filled to the brim with food and goods- as if by miracle, because the city was sorely needing it. It is a mystery, for now, where the gift of food has come from.. but considering the circumstances, the thankful commonfolk of Rayneth eat well for the first time in weeks.

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