“Rowida Verdum,” the councilwoman addressed Rowida, who was tied down from all limbs with special cuffs supplied by the purple mages. “Your crimes are unprecedented; you are the worst criminal in the history of this council, we have never seen your kind, not even in the legends of Agartha.”
Rowida just laughed a long throaty laugh as a response.
“You killed three men, and four women in less than a month, including your own mentor,” the council woman spoke a firm melodic voice.
“She had it coming,” Rowida spat, “she was always taunting me about my low status.”
“What was bad about your status?” Another councilman addressed Rowida, “You had a good life with the other apprentices, three meals a day and a future in mineral detection to keep you well to do for the rest of your days.”
“I don’t want to be well fed,” screamed Rowida, then scoffed, “I was special at Nafoura but you refused to recognize this unless I had a powerful Vrill, you can’t blame me then for procuring that Vrill.”
“By stealing the souls of others,” the councilwoman said with disdain filling her words. “Such a low and heinous act as we have never heard of.”
“But you did,” Rowida smiled viciously as she spoke, “it is right there in the ballad of the black queen.”
“Done by a man who will always be remembered as a betrayer to the entire populace of Agartha,” another councilman said. “A man remembered for only his evil deeds.”
“Yet his line ruled Agartha for five hundred years,” Rowida said as she laughed. “History be damned, Malachi the Terrible was a man with a vision, one which united all the waring tribes of this land.”
“Enough of this,” the head of the council, and ruler of the land said loud. “We have been deliberating on the way to punish you, and we settled on one.”
The ruler raised his voice as he said, “We will strip you of all of your stollen Aura, and almost all of yours, leaving you just enough to survive the procedure,” he shook his head sadly, and said, “we didn’t want to do this, but you can’t be allowed to live in Agartha, so, in addition to stripping your of your Aura, we employed a purple mage to compel you to go the surface world, forever banished from ours.”
The screams of Rowida resounded on the walls of the hall of the council, as a purple mage approached her with a small cube, another Arcanos as she felt its power, and placed it on her forehead.
There was no glow this time, not like with the staff, just a low whine and wafts of smoke rising from the body of Rowida.
Then the mage made intricate moves with his metal rod, the one all purples carry to concentrate the forces of nature to do their miracles, and then he whispered a few words in her ears.
Two guards approached her and removed her cuffs, and she couldn’t resist going step after step out of the council hall, down the streets of Zarzura, and towards the gate.
The guards by the gate opened for her to leave, and she just marched on.
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