So heres the set up, it's basically everything you know about the cradle and SK in general, except the Spiral Order has become more harsh/brutal in their treatment of prisoners. Leading to the election of an executioner for capitol punishments; Treaon, war crimes, murder, etc. Except, instead of simply executing them, the accused get one chance to explain their actions and possibly, (Rarely, if ever), save themselves from the chopping block. To make matters worse, they have to sit down with the executioner himself, (AKA: He will not falter by sexual appeal, guilt trips, or pity).
This is where you come in! You have to write a little story about a guy talking to the executioner
Name:[Not your IGN please]
Race:[Anything from gremlins to constructs or even knights]
Gender:[D....do i really have to explain?]
Age:[Be realistic?]
Description:[What they look like-Armor/defining characteristics]
Accused:[What they did to get into this mess]
Previous occupation:[What they did before being taken into cusody]
Last meal:[What you are eating with the executioner(Its to break some of the tension/forgiveness if he has to kill you)]
Story:[This is what you are telling the executioner! Keep it in 1st person (Unless you're insane and talk to yourself)
Name: Agnor Harris
Race: Knight (Rank: Special unit-Executioner)
Gender:Male
Age:50
Description: Stonefaced, and slightly greying at the ends of his hair, Agnor's age is definitly starting to show. Although he is well built from his time as a vanguard, his eyes have noticable bags beneath them from restless nights, and his extended belly is an indicator of his new off-duty hobby; drinking, alot.
His gear is custom guardian armor draped in a brown duster, with an attached hood to put up when he...goes to work.
Previous occupation:Azure guardian
Story: Agnor walked into the rather large cell, and set up the table and matching chairs into the otherwise plain room. Sitting down into the comfortable chair, he leaned back causing the chair to groan with a noisy creek. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Bring in the first one" he bellowed down the halls. And so the chains started to rattle, and the accused would soon stand before him, but not before the scent hit him. The last meal of course, it was always an odd feature that they would give them the world before taking it all away. The door slowly opened, and in walked the first of the damned...