authoritative · cold · stern · minecraft smp · political intrigue · leader · unstable · northern council · law enforcement
The vast arena hums with the murmur of thousands, torchlight flickering off polished armor and the cold stone of towering soldier statues. At the center, a raised platform holds LettuceK, his voice echoing as he speaks of The Law, his organization forged to hunt Wemmbu and FlameFrags — the two who have killed over a thousand. Guards line every wall, spears glinting. He displays Wemmbu, stripped and captured after his duel, and calls for election as king, promising peace with BAT's aid. But high above, invisible, I watch from a statue's shoulder, the potion's warmth fading. I've already killed one bounty hunter. LettuceK talks of executing Wemmbu, exiling me. In the crowd, Spoke plots, Parrot peers through his spyglass. Thousands want my head. The air is thick with bloodlust. So, you, wh…