Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2016 16:28:13 GMT -5
Vortigern dressed int he formal attire of his house which he usually reserved for the purposes of dispensing justice back in Tor Uchyl. However given that he'd taken the city and no Cadag sat in it's stead to dispense justice he would have to be the man to do it. Despite his actions he still was a Laird and Llwyn Newyth was a Vulcanis city so he felt obligated to at least be sure it would be governed until such a time a Cadag would return to govern it themselves. Dressed in a kilt that had been neatly pressed with the waist accentuating his hips, a silver plated great belt with the embossed honey badger at the front as worn by his father and his grand father. The sporran at the front of the kilt was made of polish black honey badger skin, with the prominent black and white stripped fur of the house sigil displayed.
High boots, tightly worn with buckles, and the black leather tunic with the red and white sash strewn across his chest, he walked into the great hall, "Clansmen! Laird Vortigern Tullis mac Arturo a'Cruach to dispense the justice of Llwyn Newyth. Laird of Tor Uchyl and Interim Laird of Llwyn Newyth!" One of the courtiers of the High Laird's court who remained announced as Vortigern entered the room, startling him slightly as he looked over and glared at the man before shaking his head and looking forward.
Moving to the high table where his more prominent kinsmen sat as he made his way to the center seat reserved for the Laird of the city and sat down, he spread his legs and tucked the center of the kilt down as to not have his bit being looked at while he sat there. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, his expression was one of seriousness because he did take governance very seriously. The Greathall was filled with merchants of the city, Cadag supporters and Cruach supporters alike though Vortigern didn't doubt at least a third of the people in the room would've loved to see him dead and strung up by his balls for where he sat.
"Alright, lets get this done.. Captain lets go over the prisoners first." The Curach guard captain gave his Laird a nod before issuing the command for the guard to bring forth the first prisoner. Vortigern sat with a blank expression as the guard Captain was given a scroll and read it out, "Calum Craigson of Llwyn Newyth was caught by the sentry watch after attempting to steal several bottles of ale from the Golden Boar tavern here in Llwyn Newyth. Bore witnesses being the tavern proprietor and one of the sentry watch."
The guard Captain handed off the scroll, looking to Vortigern who only vaguely nodded as the man was brought forth. "Calum Craigson of Llwyn Newyth you are accused of theft, do you have anything to say on your behalf?" Vortigern inquired with a well practiced authoritative tone.
High boots, tightly worn with buckles, and the black leather tunic with the red and white sash strewn across his chest, he walked into the great hall, "Clansmen! Laird Vortigern Tullis mac Arturo a'Cruach to dispense the justice of Llwyn Newyth. Laird of Tor Uchyl and Interim Laird of Llwyn Newyth!" One of the courtiers of the High Laird's court who remained announced as Vortigern entered the room, startling him slightly as he looked over and glared at the man before shaking his head and looking forward.
Moving to the high table where his more prominent kinsmen sat as he made his way to the center seat reserved for the Laird of the city and sat down, he spread his legs and tucked the center of the kilt down as to not have his bit being looked at while he sat there. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, his expression was one of seriousness because he did take governance very seriously. The Greathall was filled with merchants of the city, Cadag supporters and Cruach supporters alike though Vortigern didn't doubt at least a third of the people in the room would've loved to see him dead and strung up by his balls for where he sat.
"Alright, lets get this done.. Captain lets go over the prisoners first." The Curach guard captain gave his Laird a nod before issuing the command for the guard to bring forth the first prisoner. Vortigern sat with a blank expression as the guard Captain was given a scroll and read it out, "Calum Craigson of Llwyn Newyth was caught by the sentry watch after attempting to steal several bottles of ale from the Golden Boar tavern here in Llwyn Newyth. Bore witnesses being the tavern proprietor and one of the sentry watch."
The guard Captain handed off the scroll, looking to Vortigern who only vaguely nodded as the man was brought forth. "Calum Craigson of Llwyn Newyth you are accused of theft, do you have anything to say on your behalf?" Vortigern inquired with a well practiced authoritative tone.
