[Hider= Summary and explanation of the events] 
        These posts between Vannoth and Nen are the result of the loss of the player for Kuki Aho…  As such Kuki is murdered in her sleep beside the sleeping Warlord. Vannoth does not wake as the mess is partially contained by the makeshift half barrier protecting Kuki from being too close to Vannoth- who not only is not interested in lewd acts due to the pain in his shoulder, but is also not interested in ruining a gift so soon. Vannoth’s part of this post is a terrifying one and is bound to an act of incredible violence, and the invention of a new punishment- one that one been soon forgotten by any viewer.  Vannoth will have named it “The Penitent Stand”, similar to roman crucifixion the victim is placed on a X shaped frame, and bound there with metal. This stand is then placed at the top of a makeshift hill, and serves as Flogging post, display, and its own pairing of death chair and torture.  Forced to stand and hang “spread eagle” the victim suffers the heat of the sun all while all who pass by are permitted hit, flog, stone and beat the man- so long as he does not die from it. (The one exception will be Crix, who will suffer a much worse fate.)       

Crix Bandor’s fate is far worse than the standard example, as on his stand the words “Loyalty”, “Dedication”, “Discipline”, “Respect”, and “Strength” are carved, cauterized, and branded into every available viewable inch on the man’s body before he is left to set in the middle of the street, for all to see. Bare of any clothes armor or arms and upside down to die a coward’s and a traitor’s death. [/hider]

    [Hider= The evils of family Bandor, and the returned evils of Mors]
    Crix Bandor was the Vassal of Agraxion Mors, who always fully supported the man’s intense casual brutality. Crix enjoyed destroying anything he found to make himself feel superior, and was a powerful terror tool for Agraxion to keep his other men in line- To be tortured or trained by Crix was to court death.  Vannoth however disagrees with his father completely. Vannoth instilled loyalty through a bond of brotherhood- his men are trained to help them become the best they can be and are not put through training that otherwise would prevent them from getting where they need to be or be more damage than help. This form of training takes longer, and far more interaction, but the result is a better understanding and much better communication between members of Vannoth’s men and even with the warlord himself. Not a lot of people understand that Vannoth’s anger is from pain- not because he’s a drunkard or a maniac. The Princes, his recruits and men, and the servants at the hall know the truth… Vassal’s like Bandor likely either don’t know or don’t care and use the warlords pain and anger as an excuse to insult and berate him for not being like his father- who they came to respect the vile nature of the man, rather than the respect and bond that Vannoth offers. [/hider]

[hider= A Message to the Princes]
    In this post Vannoth sends a letter, and eventually send it out- explaining to the princes that his vassal murdered his bride, then as in the process of doing so to his own. “ For the unforgivable insult and waste of life Crix Bandor, vassal of the Mors, was made an example of and place in the street on a frame. His family has gone too long unpunished justly for his and thier incompetent and continuous insults against your names, and the name of your father, with his acts of insubordination and now murder of a precious resource and gift. I have personally put an end to the man, and his warriors, foolish ways. I would invite you both to see the damage he caused, and the punishment the man earned for himself… It’s brutally and beautifully effective at making a point.”  The Warlord wanted the Princes to know of the crime, he didn't actually expect the Princes to come, not that he would not be prepared for just a visit. [/hider]

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The long noisey day and night made staying awake intolerable. Vannoth wanted to sleep and be gone from this den of and disrespect sooner rather than later. He had been content to leave the estate to Bandor most of the time and, and only sent some of his men here just to ensure they didn’t burn it down or raid the historic trophies. He did not however expect the betrayal that night. He woke to the smell of burning flesh, blood and shouting… Someone was slashed or stabbed, someone’s shouting about worthless slaves, and a croak of a scream that was cut off? Who was so brazen to wake a warlord? 

He sat up and looked about his room. It only took him a moment to realize what had happened. In that moment the room, and a part of the hall outside of the door was intolerably hot. It choked the air and dried the eyes. The air itself made it feel as if one would be standing directly under the desert sun with nothing to shield you from the heat.  As he stood, he reached to his nightstand, drawing his sword.  His voice breaking the already disturbed silence of the night with a thunderous bellow. [color=#C9AE5D]“BRING ME BANDOR- IN CHAINS OR IN DEATH!”[/color] he knew the mans blade- the cuts it makes. Too sharp to rip, too dull to slice. Like an axe it was more of a chop, and Kuki’s throat was clearly chopped- hacked and slightly sawed as the cut couldn’t, and wouldn’t ever, be clean. He stormed out of the room and to his grim delight found the vassal preoccupied.  In a rush of motion Crix Bandor, the vassal who had attacked Nenra,  let go began to lower his arm for his sword to find his arm drastically misplaced, no longer attached, still twitching as if trying to clutch Nenra’s throat. As the man screamed Vannoth swung a heavy handed fist, the smaller lesser man crumpled under the force and weight of the Warlord’s wrathful blow.  He looked to Nenra for a moment, the poor thing passed out form the abusive attack.[color=#C9AE5D]”Time to correct a problem. Someone come take care of this one. See her to a bed and well treated, she’s been burned.”[/color] that was the last thing he said before continuing his warpath as his mean  began to wake and take care of a problem long since overdue for rectifying. Bandors men were put to sword or chain, and a messenger sent to the Princes, to inform them that a vassal had decided to murder his gem, and marr his own. It was enough of an insult to kill a Warlord’s bride, but to kill one and harm another on the exact same night they were gifted? The Princes would see to it that the rest of bandor’s ilk were well  punished, but these here in this estate? They were his to punish as he saw fit. It was his duty to show all what happens to those who waste the gifts of their superiors, especially since the gifts were from the Princes themselves, and while they were an inferior people, the Gem’s were a very necessary part of society. To waste the life of a Gem was an infuriating and disgusting act. One that provoked the invention of a new punishment, an example and a warning. 

That same night after Bandor’s men and the vassal himself had been put to chains and the dead had been put to pyres, Vannoth ordered his men to start putting frames together in the shape of an X.  These frame would, in the morning, be stood out in front of the estate. These prisoners would be strapped to them, beat with clubs until either they renounced Bandor or died. If they chose bandor they would die by stoning still strapped to the Frames. Those who chose Mors would survive but suffer humiliation and stay strapped to the Frame for the rest of the day; Any that survived would be forgiven. The dead would be left for the day then burned on a pyre. Crix himself however was to be the prime example, set in the street before the estate, upside down on his  frame, words of the qualities he lacked carved, burned, and singed into his flesh, immediately beaten and stoned to near death, left to die in the sun. This is all, of course much later.

After the culling of the estates residents, Vannoth returns to his room and sees Kuki off to a proper Burial, A gesture of respect for someone who was not willing and died for putting up with it anyway. He then went to look in on Nenra. A few of his men having taken her to a clean bed no longer owned by another. One of the servants was tending her throat with water and bandage to clean and prepare it. Soon an herbal ointment was applied, something to help it heal in time and dull the immediate pain. “That’s all I can do for her now,  Mors”, The warlord was so used to the elderly servant calling him by that, an order from his father before his death, that he hardly even noticed anymore [color=#C9AE5D]“Thank you. Keep an eye on her, if anyone bothers you or her call for Kathar. He’ll be placed near the door and the hall. If Kathar bugs you, call for Me.” [/color] The servant gave a nod and began cleaning up his mess of supplies and items, [color=#C9AE5D] “Here… you’re getting too old to be carrying all of it.” [/color] the old servant merely looked at him and scoffed “Is that respect or is that pity? Don’t get too soft” he quickly smacked the mountainous man over the wounded shoulder and it was everything Vannoth could do to not bellow like a wounded beast. Through gritted death [color=#C9AE5D] “Don’t push your luck- you are as close as a friend as you can come, dont waste it one foolish acts of stupidity.”[/color] the servant just chuckled and walked off down the hall with his goods leaving the wincing and teary eyed Vannoth in the room with Nenra, at least just for the time being.