[u][b]Red Sun Over Paradise[/b][/u] "[i]All I'm saying is - give war a chance.[/i]" -Sundowner ————————————————— [spoiler]Open to reactions and whoever wants to chat with Bella.[/spoiler] [u]Dojoville Center[/u] [u]2:30 PM[/u] [url=https://youtu.be/xNhctnU8YVw]Forgive Me[/url] [i]Outside of the massive, transparent dome that separated the Trayven's fortress and Rubicon's own encampments from the modernized civilization that was Dojoville, a temporal stage had been set up, by the warriors in purple that had came to the Dojo. The Trayvens labored upon this for a short time, drawing the attention of the people of Dojoville, as the project was complete.[/i] [i]The stage was only accompanied by several armored guards, each bearing rifles and the Trayven insignia of a golden lion and four individuals. Each of the four appeared to be entirely regular people. Three men, and one woman, each one bounded to rising poles.[/i] [i]One whom had known Trayven justice knew where this was going.[/i] [i]The steps up to the stage would creak slightly, the crowd that had surrounded the stage then falling into silence, as the mighty figurine of Isabella Trayven stepped up to the stage. She looked as if she was a hero out of some old fable, with blackened steel armoring covering her being in thick layers of plates, a sharpened hand axe kept with her waist. She kept a pistol and a combat knife holstered upon the left side of her waist, though her face was revealed for all: sharp, scarred, and threatening, with a mere crack of a frown breaking the expression as the blood red eyes scanned the crowd. The deep purple hair had been curled around her head, yet kept back to flush out her cheeks more.[/i] [i]She intended to make this quick.[/i] "Convicted of murder of two, Simon Lehman. Sentence: death." [i]The first in the row, from the left, was a young man, barely in his twenties. He yelled out at the sentencing, begging the knights to stop as they would find a torch and ignite the end of the stick.[/i] "Convicted of thievery, attempted murder, and rаpe, Chase Darrel. Sentence: death." [i]The previously stern face of the criminal face would break, as he would then try to tear away at his bonds, only for the Trayvens surrounding him to beat him down until he went still, dazedly kept to his bond as his eyes would flutter shut. Isabella knew who to pick.[/i] "Convicted of assisting Chase Darrel in hid thieveries, Mormon Darrel. Sentence.." [i]Isabella stopped to look at the third. A young man as well, Chase's son, who was crying at the sight of his now beaten father. The crowd had begun to boo - Trayven supporters, no doubt, while some left as they realized what was happening.[/i] "...Service to the Trayven cause." [i]Isabella didn't initially plan out the case, though she served her own justice yet. The young man was untied and thrown off the stage, only to be carried off after his face sunk into the mud. Back into the Trayven encampment.[/i] "Finally.. Convicted of treason, betrayal, and forgery, Emilia Ling. Sentence.. death." [i]The final one, a woman, was one that Isabella did recognize. A newcomer, whom turned to service after her home had been destroyed. So, in order to help her retrieve her home again, Tribune spies had made Emilia talk with cash. Isabella never recovered the spies, but she found the Dojoite, begging for mercy. This was mercy.[/i] "For years without end. For months, weeks, days.. this place has gone without law, without order, without proper [i]justice[/i]. Men and women rise and fall, claiming to bring peace, only to spin their wheel of lies and capital more and more. Today, the wheel breaks." [i]A lie. Isabella needed capital, and she needed support. And she had both, for a time, thanks to a few friends. Now, she needed territory, and a spark of flame to start a blaze.[/i] "Today, Dojoville is subjected to proper law. To true justice. To Trayve. Look upon these monsters in human flesh, and look upon them as they pay." [i]Bella didn't write her own speeches.[/i] [i]The Trayvens nodded as Isabella stepped to the side, as the torches were raised to the three still kept upon their pyres of flame. Those within the crowd either watched in awe or gazed in terror, or cried out and hid their eyes or blocked their ears, as the screams rang throughout the plaza. The flames cooked and tore through the skin and flesh, melting away the three criminals as the disturbing smell of charred, burning flesh would be suspended into the skies. Minutes afterwards, the screaming halted as the thief's live would cut out, flames still consuming the now blackened corpse.[/i] "Justice will come to all murderers, all thieves, all felons who dare to stain this place. The time has come, for [i]true[/i] justice, no matter the cost. Thank you, citizens of the Dojo." [i]Shocked, the crowd remained silent, though a few of the more hardcore members would clap as the Trayven woman would step down from the stage. The rest of the knights would bat out the flames before they scorched the whole stage, before leaving them there to smolder and rest, still as death.[/i] [spoiler]An update. Trayvens will "instill justice" upon those that commit public crimes. Misdemeanors are punishable through forced labor usually. Felonies are punishable by death. Yes, I will interrupt chains.[/spoiler]