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As you regain consciousness, the sight that greets you is almost as disturbing as the dreams you had. The dying gray light of sunset peeks through slits in the boarded windows, barely illuminating a yawning courtroom replete with pews and a towering bench covered in cobwebs. A shadowed mural on the domed ceiling above depicts a goddess of justice locked in mortal combat with a trio of evil gods, holding them at bay with her shining sword. You find yourself in a jurors' box, and you are not alone. In the other chairs, figures stir in the darkness, each emerging from troubling dreams into a new nightmare.
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"This... looks ominous." Sareth lurches to his feet, trying to regain his balance, then examines the room more closely. "Nice decorations. Classy."
It takes a moment for his blurry mind to register the figures nearby. Sareth's lips curl in a smile. "Oh. Oh, I get it. This is a courtroom, isn't it?"
"So you've been here a while," Sareth reasons. "Alright."
He glances at the gnome, then bows, entirely without irony. "My name is Sareth D'Aran, at your service. May I inquire as to why we have been brought to this... place?"
"Ten years back, the executioner here, a cold-hearted bastard by the name o' Jarbin Mord, killed his wife and son with that axe over on the table there. So he was put on trial. It was th' last trial this courthouse ever saw; there was an earthquake th' day before, so they abandoned the building right after they hanged the bastard. Looks like someone didn' like our verdict, though."
"Maybe the brought me in because they thought I'd be partial to the defendant," Sareth replies, noting that the dwarf never answered his question. "Maybe the original jurors weren't available. What happened to them after the trial?"
"Dunno. I only met them for the trial. That was years back. I'd say it was water under the bridge, but, well..." -- he gestures around the courtroom -- "apparently not."
"Ah."
Sareth considers this for a moment. "What can you tell me about Jarbin Mord? What was he like as a person?"
Alandur woke up with a terrible headache, like he had been drinking too much hard liquor. a thumpin in his head harder than any drum beat in battle.
"where. the 'ell am I..." the dwarf grumbled, his vision distorted from the sleep in his eyes and the noise in his head. He tried to get up but hit body wouldnt allow it. from his peripheral vision he could see the shapes of others with him.
"Well thats bloody beautiful innit?" he mumbles to himself. pushing against the floor with his arms, he leans against the wal. "Suppose my names Alandur. Considerin' the circumstances, I won't say nice to meet cha."
With his vision clearing up a bit, Alandur takes a good look around the room.
"No, not exatly..." Alandur said. "I remember... a monster? Or was it a man?" He wasn't quite sure himself, really.