Medieval Kingdoms

[Angel Lucifer]

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[Eric Hayes]

It was the trial of the century. Because of how History went with the slaying of the NueroKings and the Word Lords; chains of both literal and metaphorical forms were banned in the kingdom, the punishment being deah. Because of another set of laws, the only people allowed to take the job of "professional juror" are people who have not up until that point had any schooling, meaning that the increasingly expensive orators that made up other nations legal guard found themselves increasingly unnecessary. In the end it was music that took over law, and not the type for kings mind you, a fast paced Baroque guitar backed by a thundering drum set and the hollers of the main attorney was what replaced the well put argument.


It was between two of the most respected musicians in the nation: the first group were quick witted known for biting satire and a beautiful but quick violinist in back; the other were a group of people dressed like dragons with the speed and ferocity of Cheetahs. The first were the Dragons, representing some nameless foreign guild, they smashed their drums so bad that they destroyed the damn things. The guitar barely held up better with strings breaking left and right. A brutal performance. But one well liked by the Jury.


The other band, the Monster of Menere, came out with a biting piece of music, harsh and rude. Insults against the foreign defendent filled the song with a patriotic zeal. The jury lost their minds at the prospect, screams of joy and nationalistic fear filled the air. The court was tied.


Suddenly a cry broke the neutrality. "The Menerians lost." It said in a harsh voice.


"No the Menere won-" an arrow blasted though the fools neck. they had just insulted the Lord Protector.


The lord protector couldn't have cared less about the legal proceedings. Trade was the heart of Navarria. The Lord Protector couldn't betray that.