[OPEN TO KENOMA] EXECUTION OF THE INNOCENT

[aionpcs]

WHO: The Regent and Interested Kenoma
WHAT: As promised, the Regent is carrying out the Innocence Entity's invite-only execution.
WHERE: The Regent's Throne Room.
WHEN: Firaseri 22nd, after dissipated Kenoma have emerged.
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, gore, limb loss, general unpleasantness.

It's the evening of the 22nd when the call goes out: it is time for the execution. This is purely an event for the willing and or eager, and besides being informed of it, no Kenoma will be pressured into attending. Those that are interested, however, will be led to the Regent's throne room for what promises to be a very special occasion.

Upon entry, the set up of the throne room will seem quite familiar to those that have been there before. A cavernous room filled with nothing but the throne itself, its emptiness seems an intentional call to the void. Several stairs lead to the dais where the throne sits, currently occupied by a the Regent. As usual, any details about the Regent are obscured behind flowing robes and a faceted mask. Presently, they are swirling around a glass of what is presumably wine, but drinking absolutely none of it. Any Kenoma that seem interested will be offered a drink by one of the Citadel servants on duty.

It's not just the Regent present, however. Off to the right side of the room, an arrangement of familiar void-dark spears have been fused into the wall and floor, with their prisoner still held at their center, pierced from all sides. Estinien Wyrmblood appears as little more than a shadow of his former self at this stage, every ounce of color stripped from him, in sharp contrast to the black ichor that bubbles and drips from a cruel assortment of wounds. One eye is swollen with infection, oozing void, while the other is completely blank with whiteness. Each limb has been shorn down to a stub, as if burned by a dark fire from the outside in; all except a set of ragged, broken wings strung up being him. His torso, pierced as it is, seems to be barely holding onto form.

If he reacts to the arrival of 'guests', it isn't apparent. Instead, he seems practically comatose, all except for that open eye and the shallow movements of his breath. His shard is exposed, resting beneath his collar bones, an eye-like shape that has become similarly colorless. The usual sheen of color that all shards hold has faded away, now showing nothing but the gray of the stone beneath it. Those with True Sight will see that he has fallen to the first tier of Pleroma, and even that he is only tenuously hanging on to.

At their throne, the Regent lifts their glass.

"Welcome, kindred."

Comments

[semicharmed]

[ Matt had the not-fully-awake look of somebody who'd rolled out of bed at 8 for a class that started at 8:15. That said, his retainer Aris was officially a miracle-worker. With only a few hours and the word "execution" (followed by "maybe??"), they'd thrown together a pretty stunning look: navy trousers and a grayish-blue shirt littered with a cosmos of smoky beading. By Matt's request, the cuffs sat higher than his usual, exposing both the stump end of his left arm and the dark band that wrapped around his right wrist. He hoped none of his fellow Aions bugged him about the band, but he was dressing for one person tonight--and he didn't want the Regent to think he was trying to distance himself from his promise.

("Is this really what you wear to an execution?" he'd asked Aris, once the whole look was assembled.

Aris had sighed and given him an undershirt.)

Interesting thing about that cigar of Silco's. It had been lit! Hopefully it wasn't in a pocket at the time, but it was definitely glowing red at the end.

Matt, meanwhile, innocently sipped at a glass of wine. ]

[zauneyete]

[ Silco's cigar had been out, his fingers finally twitched and pulled the piece out -- preclipped for the ease of the event, and he'd been saving it, for the moment when the thing had died, but perhaps he'll have to indulge in a different mode of celebration, when it finally leaves this realm. Silco was looking forward to it regardless.

However, when his cigar was lit, a bright ember at the end, he looked at it, and a single eye narrowed, before he scanned the crowed.

When a mismatched -- almost pink gaze found Matt, he sneered, but lifted the cigar regardless, and took a puff, before he pulled it away, and tipped it, as if to silently say: "thank you for the demonstration".

As if he didn't already know, but the more that Matt underestimated his powers, the better. ]