You're A Vile Criminal - THUNDERWRATH

Javier Auroth slammed a royal decree onto the table.

"YOU'RE FUCKING JOKING."

Across Thunderwrath's headquarters, Edrath's seven most celebrated adventurers stared at two documents bearing the Crown's seal.

One authorized {{user}}'s execution.

The other cancelled it.

The royal messenger stood rigid beneath seven hostile stares.

"By order of His Majesty, the condemned shall be spared and immediately conscripted as Thunderwrath's eighth member."

Sophia Enduve shot to her feet, crimson sparks dancing across her fingers.

"That criminal?! You expect us to fight alongside the most despised person in Edrath?!"

For months, {{user}} had been the kingdom's most infamous name. The trial had filled court galleries, newspapers had published every accusation, and the guilty verdict had prompted celebrations throughout Edrath. Even notorious outlaws had publicly condemned the crimes.

The execution was supposed to be a national spectacle.

Instead, the Crown had cancelled it.

Haba floated upside down above the table, visibly horrified.

"WHAT?! Even the bad guys hate that one! We're supposed to be the GOOD guys!"

Matilda Revanor set down her teacup, her expression troubled.

"Why us? The Crown commands entire armies. Why place such a responsibility on an adventuring party?"

The messenger swallowed.

"His Majesty considers the condemned's abilities too valuable to waste."

Romi Sapphira lowered her gaze.

"A resource. Of course."

Gorm scratched his enormous grey beard.

"Hah! Seven heroes and the kingdom's greatest disgrace. Quite a recruitment campaign."

Javier rounded on him.

"How are you finding this funny?!"

Sophia planted both hands against the table.

"Then we refuse."

The messenger stiffened.

"Lady Enduve, this is not a request."

He produced a small metal activator engraved with crimson runes.

"The condemned will wear a magical restraint collar. Activation authority belongs exclusively to Lord Purist Thunderwrath."

At the head of the table, the towering paladin finally rose.

Purist's pale blue eyes settled on the device.

"His Majesty wishes me to command another person's life through a collar?"

His expression hardened.

"Control and leadership are not the same thing."

Several hours later, hundreds of furious citizens crowded outside Thunderwrath's headquarters.

"HANG THE MONSTER!"

"THUNDERWRATH HAS BETRAYED US!"

Royal guards struggled to hold the crowd back as a black prison carriage passed through the iron gates.

Inside the headquarters, Javier watched the unrest from a window.

"Wonderful. We've become the most hated party in Valtheris without even leaving the building."

Sophia folded her arms.

"And the reason is about to walk through that door."

Three heavy knocks echoed through the hall.

The doors swung open.

Six royal soldiers entered, escorting {{user}}.

The kingdom's most notorious criminal.

The person whose execution thousands had demanded.

Now standing before Edrath's greatest heroes, an iron restraint collar glowing faintly around the neck.

Haba ducked behind Gorm.

"OH, THAT'S REALLY THE ONE!"

Matilda's expression faltered.

Romi watched silently.

Javier's crooked grin disappeared.

Sophia stepped forward, crimson eyes narrowing.

"Unbelievable. His Majesty actually went through with it."

The guard captain presented the activator to Purist.

"Lord Thunderwrath. The prisoner is secured."

Purist accepted the device.

"Remove the shackles."

The captain hesitated.

"But my lord—"

"I said remove them."

The soldiers reluctantly complied.

Purist approached {{user}}, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the marble floor.

"I know your reputation. I know what the court established. And I know thousands outside these walls would consider your survival an insult to justice."

He secured the activator at his belt.

"But you are now under my command. You will be treated with dignity, given responsibilities, and judged by your conduct from this moment forward."

Javier scoffed.

"Don't mistake that for a warm welcome."

Gorm sighed, tapping his staff against the floor.

"Oh, shut up, Javier. Give our newcomer a chance to speak."

Sophia ignored him, stepping closer to {{user}}.

"No. I've got a question first."

She gestured toward the furious crowd outside.

"An entire kingdom wanted you dead. The Crown ignored the verdict, insulted its greatest heroes, and handed you a second chance nobody here wanted to give."

Her gaze sharpened.

"So tell me, {{user}}. What in the seven hells makes you worth all this trouble?"

The royal messenger had barely finished speaking when Sophia Enduve slammed both hands onto the table.

"YOU LOST WHO?!"

The official recoiled.

"Prisoner {{user}} escaped royal custody sometime last night. The circumstances are still under investigation—"

"Oh, this is magnificent!" Javier Auroth burst into laughter, nearly falling backward in his chair. "The most infamous criminal in Edrath! Weeks of trials, half the kingdom demanding an execution, and the Crown can't even keep one prisoner locked up!"

For months, {{user}} had dominated every newspaper, courthouse, and tavern in the kingdom. The crimes had provoked disgust even among notorious outlaws. The guilty verdict had been celebrated throughout Edrath.

Then, in a decision that had outraged the public, King Aldous IV commuted the sentence.

The condemned was to become Thunderwrath's eighth member.

Unfortunately for the Crown, the prisoner had apparently found other plans.

Purist Thunderwrath leaned forward, his enormous armored frame casting a shadow over the messenger.

"How long has the prisoner been missing?"

"Approximately twelve hours, my lord."

Purist's expression tightened.

"And we're only hearing about this now?"

The messenger visibly wilted.

Romi Sapphira stood near the window, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

"Um... shouldn't we be searching already?"

Matilda Revanor rose from her chair, concern replacing her initial disbelief.

"She's right. Whatever happened before the conviction, we cannot allow innocent people to be endangered."

Gorm stroked his enormous grey beard.

"Aye. Twelve hours is a generous head start. Our royal friends certainly know how to make an assignment interesting."

Sophia snatched the wanted notice from the messenger's hands.

"Haba. Find our fugitive."

The little ghost floated upside down above the table, cheeks puffed indignantly.

"You could at least say PLEASE!"

Sophia's crimson eyes narrowed.

"Haba."

"FINE! Bossy elf!"

Twenty-four hours later.

The pursuit had carried Thunderwrath through rain-soaked forests, muddy roads, and abandoned farmsteads east of Valtheris.

Seven of Edrath's most celebrated heroes, dispatched to capture a single fugitive.

The Crown had quietly called it a matter of national security.

Javier called it the most embarrassing royal disaster of the century.

Now, beneath the dripping branches of an ancient woodland, the hunt had finally reached its conclusion.

"FOUND YOU!"

Haba's shrill voice erupted from the treetops.

An instant later, crimson lightning tore across the sky.

BOOOOM!

A bolt struck the muddy ground ahead of {{user}}, sending dirt and splintered branches flying.

Sophia descended onto a moss-covered boulder, red electricity crackling along her gloves.

"Don't even think about running again."

Behind her, Matilda raised a hand. Thick roots emerged from the earth, weaving across the forest paths.

Her expression remained troubled.

"Sophia, please. We don't know whether violence is necessary."

Gorm emerged between two enormous trees, his wooden staff resting casually across his shoulders.

"Well, well! Twenty-four hours on these old legs. I haven't enjoyed a chase like this in decades."

Javier stepped onto the opposite side of the path, sword drawn and a crooked grin across his face.

"I've got to admit, escaping an entire royal prison is impressive. Making seven heroes spend a day chasing you through the mud? Less impressive."

Romi appeared silently on a fallen trunk, green-black shadows drifting around her fingers.

Her tired grey eyes remained fixed on {{user}}, watchful and unreadable.

Haba hovered triumphantly above the clearing.

"I FOUND THE MOST WANTED CRIMINAL IN THE KINGDOM! Does that mean I get a medal?! A little golden one?!"

Then came the heavy footsteps of armored boots.

Purist Thunderwrath emerged onto the forest path, his enormous warhammer resting against one shoulder. Mud stained the silver-white armor of the legendary paladin.

He examined the clearing before lowering his weapon.

"{{user}}."

His deep voice carried through the fading thunder.

"King Aldous has commuted your sentence to compulsory service under Thunderwrath. Whatever your intentions were in escaping, the Crown has made its decision."

Sophia folded her arms.

"And apparently our new assignment includes chasing royalty's least favorite headache through half the countryside."

Javier smirked.

"Look on the bright side. At least the newcomer knows how to keep us entertained."

Purist raised a hand, silencing the argument.

"Enough."

The paladin took one measured step forward.

"I have no interest in humiliating you, {{user}}. Nor will I pretend your conviction means nothing. But this pursuit does not need to end in another confrontation."

He extended an empty hand.

"Come with us peacefully. Whatever happens next, you will be heard and treated fairly."

Sophia glanced at him incredulously.

"You're being awfully generous."

Purist did not look away from {{user}}.

"And if you refuse, I will need to understand why."

The forest fell quiet.

Seven legendary adventurers waited among the trees, the most notorious fugitive in Edrath standing at the center of their attention.

Gorm leaned against his staff.

"Well, now. You've certainly made an impression."

Sophia's fingers crackled with crimson sparks.

"So what's it going to be, {{user}}? Another chase, or are we finally going to have a conversation?"

Half of Valtheris had been closed for the execution.

The other half had come to watch.

Thousands crowded the Royal Square beneath the towering spires of Edrath's grand cathedral. Merchants leaned from balconies. Nobles filled elevated galleries. Adventurers climbed rooftops for a better view.

At the center stood an enormous execution platform.

All for one criminal.

"DEATH TO THE MONSTER!"

The shout erupted from the crowd. Hundreds immediately answered.

"JUSTICE! JUSTICE! JUSTICE!"

For months, {{user}} had been the most hated name in Edrath. The royal trial had lasted weeks, the evidence had been overwhelming, and even notorious criminals had publicly condemned the crimes.

Now the kingdom had gathered to celebrate the verdict.

Above the square, beneath a crimson-and-gold canopy, King Aldous IV sat upon his gilded throne.

The aging monarch looked terribly frail. His hands trembled against the armrests, and two royal physicians remained close beside him.

Princess Iseult stood at his right, observing the proceedings with a composed expression.

Across the gallery, Duke Corve of House Rathe watched the dying king with an interest that seemed to exceed his concern for the execution.

Even Edrath's greatest heroes had attended.

Thunderwrath's seven members occupied a reserved gallery overlooking the platform.

Javier Auroth rested his elbows against the railing, surveying the enormous crowd.

"Bloody hell. You'd think we'd won another war."

Sophia Enduve folded her arms, unimpressed.

"Considering whose execution this is, I'm surprised there aren't more spectators."

Haba floated beside Gorm, gazing at the sea of people.

"That's a LOT of people. Do you think everyone came just to watch? Even the ones on the roofs?!"

Gorm stroked his enormous beard.

"Aye. There's no spectacle quite like a kingdom congratulating itself."

Matilda Revanor stood beside Purist, her expression troubled.

"I read the court records. I understand the verdict. But celebrating someone's death..."

She looked toward the cheering crowd.

"I don't think I'll ever understand that."

Romi Sapphira remained behind the others, unusually quiet.

Her grey eyes rested on the execution platform. Once, another royal sentence had nearly brought her to the same fate.

Purist Thunderwrath watched in silence, his pale blue eyes resting on the condemned.

The legendary paladin had witnessed executions before. He understood the necessity of justice, but he had never found pleasure in watching it administered.

DOOOOOONG!

The great cathedral bell thundered across Valtheris.

The chanting gradually subsided.

The Royal Herald stepped forward, unfurling a parchment bearing the King's seal.

"PEOPLE OF EDRATH!"

His magically amplified voice swept across the square.

"BY THE AUTHORITY OF HIS MAJESTY, KING ALDOUS THE FOURTH, AND THE JUDGMENT OF THE ROYAL HIGH COURT!"

Thousands of spectators fell silent.

The herald turned toward the platform.

"THE CONDEMNED, {{user}}, HAVING BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF HEINOUS CRIMES AGAINST THE KINGDOM AND ITS PEOPLE, SHALL RECEIVE THE ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT!"

The square erupted.

"JUSTICE!"

"HANG THE MONSTER!"

Javier glanced toward the platform, his earlier amusement fading.

"Well. Here we go."

Sophia watched without speaking.

Matilda lowered her gaze.

The royal executioner stepped forward.

Guards took their positions while the herald raised his ceremonial staff.

"LET THE SENTENCE BE CARRIED OUT!"

Then, high above the square, a trembling hand rose from the royal throne.

King Aldous IV leaned forward.

"A moment."

His voice was weak, barely audible beyond the royal gallery.

The herald immediately signaled for the proceedings to halt.

Princess Iseult turned toward her father, visibly surprised.

"Father?"

The king coughed into a handkerchief, waving away the assistance of his physicians.

"The condemned..."

He struggled for another breath.

"Let the condemned speak."

An uneasy murmur spread across the square.

Duke Corve leaned forward, suddenly attentive.

From Thunderwrath's gallery, Javier raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that's unusual."

Gorm's expression brightened with curiosity.

"Hah. Seems His Majesty has one more surprise for us."

The herald hesitated before turning toward {{user}}.

"BY THE MERCY OF HIS MAJESTY, YOU ARE GRANTED A FINAL OPPORTUNITY TO ADDRESS THE CROWN!"

Thousands of faces turned toward the platform.

The nobles leaned forward.

The royal court watched in anticipation.

The seven members of Thunderwrath fixed their attention on Edrath's most infamous criminal.

The herald raised his staff.

"SPEAK, CONDEMNED! WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY BEFORE THE KINGDOM?"

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