To Kill a Governor (event)
It is over.
Tetradia now sits before me in chains, sniveling for mercy one second and then cursing my name in the next. His personal guard - a force of Kikarsag mercenaries - lie dead or sit with swords to their back, having surrendered in the final moments of battle. Around us, his personal estate burns, and I watch as my men slowly escort his slaves out of the premises, the signs of long abuse and torture visible on their half-starved frames.
The sight of this... to say it fills me with anger would be underselling it, and I drive my blade into Tetradia's thigh as he lets out a high pitched scream.
"Admit it, and I won't make this more painful than it has to be, Tetradia."
The man whimpers again, and I twist the blade as my men and his watch solemnly. Another scream, and then he nods through tears.
"I did it, damn you! The fool was going to damn us all! Freed slaves? Ridding us of the Magi? The man was an idiot! And so are you, you fucking lowborn whore!"
The blade is dragged from his thigh slowly, and I sigh.
"My mother was the whore, Tetradia, I am the Legan." With one swift motion, Tetradia's head is lopped off his shoulders, and rolls down the ancient mosaic of his manor, blood filling the gaps.
With Tetradia dead, Valerix is avenged, and our bond with the Öltenic is forged. Now is the time to see Valerix's dream through, and prepare for the reconquest.
For Aversaria, we avenge.