Post by Alistair Malak on Sept 4, 2015 20:25:39 GMT
Alistair sneered and wrinkled his nose at the smell. The Peasants hovel was the worst of the worst of Lodan society. It only spawned criminals and those trying to game a system that no longer wanted them. The city would be better off if the entire region were burned to the ground along with all the Magicals inside. It was the perfect place to start his inquisition. The paddy wagons were already lined up just outside the area, ready to take any lawbreakers into custody, and the writ of Martial Law gave him the power to arrest anyone he felt was a danger to the city. If he had his way, that would entail arresting every Magical here, but there was not enough space in the prison for that kind of influx.
For today, he would only be arresting those caught with some form of contraband. Those in the hovel were supposed to maintain a certain lifestyle, anything above that was reason for suspicion. It was time to show these things their place. This was not their city, it was the Human's city, and the magicals were a plague that needed to be removed so society could return to it's normal path. If only he'd been alive 50 years ago to stop the darned peace treaty.
Alistair looked at the afternoon sky as he waited for the others to arrive. A storm was brewing in the distance, but he planned to be out of the area before then. He hoped the rain would wash the filth away, but he knew it was really up to him. The storm he was hoping for would be an uprising in this district. If he caused enough strife the area would rise up against him and the rest of the EIRAL. It would be reason enough for him to bring in more troops to pacify the area. The more the magicals were seen as out of control, the more he could use that to bring the Queen around to his way of thinking, and his agenda was clear as a summer's sky.
For today, he would only be arresting those caught with some form of contraband. Those in the hovel were supposed to maintain a certain lifestyle, anything above that was reason for suspicion. It was time to show these things their place. This was not their city, it was the Human's city, and the magicals were a plague that needed to be removed so society could return to it's normal path. If only he'd been alive 50 years ago to stop the darned peace treaty.
Alistair looked at the afternoon sky as he waited for the others to arrive. A storm was brewing in the distance, but he planned to be out of the area before then. He hoped the rain would wash the filth away, but he knew it was really up to him. The storm he was hoping for would be an uprising in this district. If he caused enough strife the area would rise up against him and the rest of the EIRAL. It would be reason enough for him to bring in more troops to pacify the area. The more the magicals were seen as out of control, the more he could use that to bring the Queen around to his way of thinking, and his agenda was clear as a summer's sky.