Federico
*Her fellow was fast and seemed to have his own plan in mind, and he was already on the move.*
"When they see me, it will be too late." *She exactly understood what this sentence meant. Her body started to lightly shiver as her eyes widened in dread.*
`"Wait! No! Don't do that... There iss another ssolu-"`
*But the assassin disappeared from her sight again behind the height of the rampart. She had to stop him before something terrible would've happened. And thus, she climbed too. Thanks to her height and solid claws, the wall was nothing but a mere obstacle she overcame in two or three grips. Once she reached the top however, she faced something familiar. Death.*
*Her reaction wasn't as brutal as the first time she witnessed someone die - that high elf mercenary in Irunia who had his head cut off by her old comrade Eyalis - but still, her mind couldn't really handle the sheer horror of such an act. Yet, she had no choice but to accept this cruel fate. The dark canifor was quick, and he was clearly talented at his morbid art. She couldn't have saved this poor soul, but at least, she could've tried to save the others. She could've saved all of them.*

*Shuvah seriously glanced at the beastkin murderer after his irritating 'advice'.*
`"Do you really think thiss iss the ssolution? You will create a war!"` *She reprimanded.* `"Killing is ass horrible ass sslavery, you are playing their game... Thiss iss what they want! They want uss to act like monssterss, sso they get the right to ensslave our kind..."`
*The reptilian lady had no clue if that little reasoning would've had any effect on her one-time partner. Deep inside her in fact, she knew that this kind of tormented people wouldn't have listened to such a speech. She had to prepare for the worst.*
*She raised a brow of disdain toward him after elaborating her own plan in head.*
`"Let me do thingss my way, and no more people will die today. At worsst, ssome will be injured, but that will be it."`

*Allowing him an answer and judging his reaction, the cloaked dragoness would've then jumped from the rampart into the courtyard. Thanks to her Graceful Landing, she should've landed without any problem.*
*She kept her cloth on despite what she was going to do. She had to keep her wings and her blade hidden until the right instant.*
*Shuvah cleared her throat. She never had to deal with so many people at once. She only disposed of lower criminals in small gangs as of now, but here, she was going to oppose the will of a whole village, or maybe a whole state - or even Silnaria's will as a whole. Her anxiety drove her mind to hesitation, but she had already leaped down from her comfort position up there. It was too late to turn around. Thankfully, the adrenaline put those bad feelings aside when she started her loud speech.*
`"How much of a witch she iss, doessn't mean you have the rightss to judge her! Nobody should ever be able to ssentencce anyone to death, only a God could claim ssuch a judgement!"` *She loudly announced. Surely, she would've gotten all the attention now.* `"Let the beasstkin tribess deccide her fate! That way, she won't be able to blame the high elvess for her condemnation."`

*While her words should've been able to do the trick, she then cast a Comet Lock under her cloak, dropping it at her feet. Hopefully due to the ridiculous size of the projectile, nobody should've been able to see it. It would've proven to be useful if things would've inflamed.*
*At least even if Ashnard wouldn't have listened to the stellar lady, he would've been able to pursue his job at peace while she had caught all the attention.*


Mana: 171/190 (-25, +6)```
Ronald
*It seems that Shuvah made no attempt to be discreet as she leaps down into the courtyard. Immediately, she's faced by all the guards, who are pointing spears, swords, and crossbows. She has successfully drawn all the attention to her.*

*The guard's captain, at the top of the tower, raises his own voice opposing Shuvah's.*

"A beastkin! What is the opinion of an animal compared to that of an high elf? Continue the execution!"

*The black robed woman looks at Shuvah as she talks. Perhaps she had finally been saved? Then she's dragged once more towards a stake, and she's forcefully tied up against it. The masked figure yells out to the crowd, but mainly at the bound treton.*

"Yakaiyo Kiriyami! Today is the day you shall repent for your crimes against Silnaria and her people! Today, you shall burn!"

*The masked mage's hands glow red, and he fires a large blast of flame under the stage. Soon, the smell of pitch burning as well as the bright orange light is created. Yakaiyo's eyes are wide open in fear, and she desperately tries to get out of the ropes, to no avail.*

*However, as the captain finishes his speech, a single arrow goes through his neck, and he falls to the floor. Everyone around him simply looks in shock.*
Fay
**"I know *Fully* Well what I am creating here."** The jackal retorted with a morbid growl, his tone rough as gravel. Primal, unbridled hatred seared in his eyes as he pulled the string of his bow once more, his rancour channels through a dark scarlet glimmer spiralling around the tip of his arrow. Preparing yet another pair of shots at the two guards stationed at the north side, he flashed a ravenous grin.

**"If you can say that, then you have never been a slave,"** He noted before flashing a hollow chuckle. **"No... Compared to the atrocities those having committed against our kin, this is __*Nothing*__."** With no hesitation, he let loose of the string, arrows flying true against their respective targets, aiming right at their eyes. Even if they did manage the slightest glimpse of him through the ramparts as he fired, the sheer speed of his projectiles would likely be too much for them to evade unscathed.
```Deadeye and Lethal Salvo cast. 80/100 Mana remaining```
**"People *Will* Die today, tomorrow, and for all days to come. You cannot wash away the blood of kin with mercy; only more blood. Remember that."** The dark beast's words resonated across the battlements before Shuvah leapt down. Meanwhile, Ashnard rushed to the high tower, ascending it in quick motions thanks to his latching hands and feet. Shedding his cloak and holstering his bow as he finishes his climb, exposing the aberrant coil grafted upon his flesh underneath. 

Picking up the skewered captain's corpse by the collar of his neck, Ashnard walks towards the tower's edge, giving everyone below a good sight of his their slain captain and his own, malformed visage; a remorseless black beast clad in crimson-tinted steel, embellish in grarled spikes and broken chains. The beast whose moniker has been whispered in fear amidst the streets of Ulnoor- the Revenant.
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**"Complacent wretches!"** The beast bellowed out a scornful growl that echoed across the fortress. **"Today, you will ALL answer for your crimes! Today, you will ALL burn!"** Shaking the skewered cadaver in his right arm, the Revenant's wrath manifested into stygian flames, their all-consuming blackness spreading across the bloodied carcass. Before all the subjects he burned their captain like an effigy before letting the burning corpse drop down with a bone-cracking *Thud*.

He followed the fall immediately after, sable-black obsidian covering his body as he landed, crushing the charred cadaver's neck beneath his feet. His arms and tail blades brandished and burst into abyssal fire, a daunting aura of primal dread permeating his visage with a ten meter radius. The blackflame Revenant marches towards the gallows, and everyone standing in his way shall face his wrath, *Firsthand*.

```Mortal coil and Stygian inferno cast. 50/100 Mana left.
50/100 Rage available
Strength: 17.5 
Movement speed: 30 m/s
Attack speed: 150%```