>>5893342>>5893346>>5893364>>5893411>>5893510>>5893866>Allow the council to make their case.“The council may make their case.” You step out from behind your lady, hands on your back. “But know that I will be on any discrepancy like a hound!”
“Miss de Hautdesert, we must ask that you keep your emotional support jester refrain from any more outburst during proceedings.” The human graybeard sighs, tweaking his mustache. “The jester may only make jokes during quiet moments in the tribunal, or when we request it.”
“Yes, please keep that thing quiet.” Morgan, the haughty high-elf clears her throat. “..The accused is charged with the practice of ghost magic, with several hundred witness statements to corroborate, including students, guards, teachers, and some on the board ourselves.”
“I remember it well–fifth night of last week, a pillar of green light burst from our chapter house dormitory.” Balthazar sighs, hand on his face. “The morgue was shrieking, all sorts of ghosts and spirits being pulled into the vortex.. even had a cemetery down the road sending us formal writs of complaint for upsetting the dead. Embarrassing! If you’re going to practice forbidden magic, at least be discrete about it–just what have I been teaching you..?”
“The magic began to spread into the sky and crack clouds, like a roiling thunderstorm of spirits. The voice of countless dead hung in the air. I was in the midst of an anatomical class for illusionists–dissecting a corpse so they might better fabricate bodies–when the spirit just up and left my cadaver.” The mindflayer grimaces (somewhere beneath his tentacles). “I shot off to see to the mess myself.”
“The accused was found in her room in the necromancy chapter house dormitory, surrounded by several magic circles inscribed with forbidden runes and chanting in a dead tongue. An unbound.. thing, composed of the body parts of several dead students stolen from the morgue, was present at the center of the room. The magical radiators in the room were so intense that they melted several rats into the walls.” The elf finishes. “I might add the room’s condition was deplorable–well beyond the standards we set for students here–and her RA was reprimanded and the student was billed for repairs. Just why are we wasting time on this half-foot, exactly?”
“I-I.. I-..” Sigrid attempts to speak, but her words seem to glom up in her mouth.
“I WOULD LIKE A JOKE NOW.” The eye of the beholder loudly demands.
>Demand more details. What ritual was she trying to perform?>Just what's so illegal about practicing forbidden magic and stealing corpse parts?>Tell a joke to the eye.>Cast a spell.>[Write-In.] 