The streets of the warrior’s tower were usually a little chaotic. There was no helping that fact. It was a place specifically made for people to come and train in combat skills, it was bound to draw a bit of an unruly element among the more respectable people simply trying to improve themselves, but even those who would consider themselves hardened veterans of the city's sometimes rougher atmosphere couldn’t help but be suprised by what they were seeing as a crowd marched forward, one particular man in the lead, alone in hearing the cry of a god in his head.
Of course I’m having fun, I’ve never started a riot before!
It wasn’t like he’d lost his rage. Someone in another faith had just tried to kill him and he didn’t even know why, along with more than a few others who had been put in a worse spot because one unscrupulous individual had been willing to take some bribes instead of being willing to focus on prioritizing the world as a whole, but Ben was a man who contained multitudes. His mind was complex enough that even if only a couple of dozen thoughts in his head had calmed down, it was still more than enough to enjoy the thrill that came with leading an angry mob all the way to the city's communal church, where it looked like some watching gods had already notified the priests within as a group stood outside to greet the crowd.
“Calm down, please, all of you calm down!” The oldest of them and likely the church head yelled out. “We’ve already been informed of what has happened, the gods will take charge of readjusting who will be sent to each point and the one who abused his authority in this situation will be properly punished to the fullest extent of the law for his crimes. There is no need to go further than this!”
“You say the man will be punished, but what about those who paid him to begin with!” Ben yelled back. “Make no mistake, this was attempted murder! Will they all see the same punishment such a crime deserves?”
“Yes! Yes, of course, so there's no need to go on with this any longer!”
“Even the oracle of Olensia?”
It was the identity of the one who’d tried to arrange both Ben and Sachel’s demise, ripped from the mind of the planner, and it was a bold enough reveal that the priest hesitated, just long enough that Ben took hold of the conversation, turning again to face the crowd.
“I thought not! We can't stand for this just because they're an oracle! We are all equal in this world, unified by our shared threat! A priest, an oracle, an apostle, no life stands as more valuable than your own, not even that of the gods! Why should anyone get slapped with a light sentence for a crime against another because of the position they hold? A crime that specifically tried to take advantage of the danger the world's in? A crime that ignored proper need in order to cull a few, with the potential to leave the entire planet worse off in the process? I ask you all, are you satisfied letting that stand?”
“NO!” The crowd screamed, the mob mentality breaking even the bred-in reverence for the gods.
“I thought not! We demand real justice, not whatever slap on the wrist his god wants to provide! In a relationship where they feed off our faith and give so little in return, it's time they realize the value we have!”
…maybe
Ugh, fine.
“As the apostle of Myriad, I tell the gods this! Punish the ones who attempted these crimes against the world's fighting force or we'll make sure you see firsthand how much more you need us than we you.”
A cheer went up amongst them, both those he’d lead from the colosseum and those who’d joined along the way, their curiosity or destructive desires bringing them into the crowd to hear his proclamation, with their feelings made clear from the notification going off in his head.
Huh, I kind of get the first one, I’m definitely making a scene, but what the heck is title holder? An achievement-type title again?
Myriad sighed.
The streets of the warrior’s tower were usually a little chaotic. There was no helping that fact. It was a place specifically made for people to come and train in combat skills, it was bound to draw a bit of an unruly element among the more respectable people simply trying to improve themselves, but even those who would consider themselves hardened veterans of the city's sometimes rougher atmosphere couldn’t help but be suprised by what they were seeing as a crowd marched forward, one particular man in the lead, alone in hearing the cry of a god in his head.
Of course I’m having fun, I’ve never started a riot before!
It wasn’t like he’d lost his rage. Someone in another faith had just tried to kill him and he didn’t even know why, along with more than a few others who had been put in a worse spot because one unscrupulous individual had been willing to take some bribes instead of being willing to focus on prioritizing the world as a whole, but Ben was a man who contained multitudes. His mind was complex enough that even if only a couple of dozen thoughts in his head had calmed down, it was still more than enough to enjoy the thrill that came with leading an angry mob all the way to the city's communal church, where it looked like some watching gods had already notified the priests within as a group stood outside to greet the crowd.
“Calm down, please, all of you calm down!” The oldest of them and likely the church head yelled out. “We’ve already been informed of what has happened, the gods will take charge of readjusting who will be sent to each point and the one who abused his authority in this situation will be properly punished to the fullest extent of the law for his crimes. There is no need to go further than this!”
“You say the man will be punished, but what about those who paid him to begin with!” Ben yelled back. “Make no mistake, this was attempted murder! Will they all see the same punishment such a crime deserves?”
“Yes! Yes, of course, so there's no need to go on with this any longer!”
“Even the oracle of Olensia?”
It was the identity of the one who’d tried to arrange both Ben and Sachel’s demise, ripped from the mind of the planner, and it was a bold enough reveal that the priest hesitated, just long enough that Ben took hold of the conversation, turning again to face the crowd.
“I thought not! We can't stand for this just because they're an oracle! We are all equal in this world, unified by our shared threat! A priest, an oracle, an apostle, no life stands as more valuable than your own, not even that of the gods! Why should anyone get slapped with a light sentence for a crime against another because of the position they hold? A crime that specifically tried to take advantage of the danger the world's in? A crime that ignored proper need in order to cull a few, with the potential to leave the entire planet worse off in the process? I ask you all, are you satisfied letting that stand?”
“NO!” The crowd screamed, the mob mentality breaking even the bred-in reverence for the gods.
“I thought not! We demand real justice, not whatever slap on the wrist his god wants to provide! In a relationship where they feed off our faith and give so little in return, it's time they realize the value we have!”
…maybe
Ugh, fine.
“As the apostle of Myriad, I tell the gods this! Punish the ones who attempted these crimes against the world's fighting force or we'll make sure you see firsthand how much more you need us than we you.”
A cheer went up amongst them, both those he’d lead from the colosseum and those who’d joined along the way, their curiosity or destructive desires bringing them into the crowd to hear his proclamation, with their feelings made clear from the notification going off in his head.
Huh, I kind of get the first one, I’m definitely making a scene, but what the heck is title holder? An achievement-type title again?
Myriad sighed.
