Chronicles of Heroes ~ Judge, Jury, Executioner

[Aaronock]

The rogue dressed himself in a dark suit and had groomed back his hair that usually covered one of his to behave and had it tied with the rest of his hair. Next, the man would gracefully slip on dark shades to hide yellow-green eyes. A hat next would be placed atop his head, but not without protest from furry, cat ears flickering wildly as they were lost from sight of prying eyes. Where the man may have acquired the features was it's own story, worth telling another time, but it wasn't today.

Because Ezekiel had a speech to give regarding the Golemancer Kushiel.

He would recall words from the other day as he wandered Prontera's streets.

"Death is a finality. It is not one the Golemancer deserves...yet."

His hands adjusted his cap slightly as the ears under them wiggled. It bought him time to gather what he meant now fully with that statement.

"We show him mercy by simply killing him. But I know many would prefer his head instead on the guillotine. But let us not be hasty in our actions. Placing him on the chopping block today or even next week does not resolve the harms he caused, nor other plots I think this man is scheming."

He huffed, and realized if he'd already said this much he may as well reveal further concerns to the populace at large. How this could influence events in the future he could not say, but hoped it was in his favor.

"What powers his creations? His own life? Deeper magics we do not understand? I asked this to the Golemancer during his attack on the Dark Allegiance Headquarters. He gave no certain answers, and who could expect someone who considers himself such a 'schemer' to supply it?"

Ezekiel looked out straight to those who listened to him and continued. No longer unnerved to speak, realizing he didn't speak for himself, no, he spoke for those who could not.

"Let us not forget as well this man created golems via contract with the fae, and holds them hostage by yet another deal so they cannot speak of the exact nature of his work. If it is the Golemancer's very life that powers these machines as well, killing him will only release chaos upon them. Surely with a reprieve on this schemer's head, time can be given to the fae to bolster their defenses by their own methods."

For his final words, he'd give his resolution with a crooked grin.

"Before we let Kushiel die, I would like him to watch as his plans falter like dominoes. That he is not the master of life and death he believes himself to be. Let his head roll only when at last he sees his plans will never reach fruition."