As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
His mouth is sewn shut.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces it. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
It leaves his thoughts utterly free, which means he is capable of boiling over with loathing for everyone around him.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
His mouth is sewn shut.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
It leaves his thoughts utterly free, which means he is capable of boiling over with loathing for everyone around him.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
His mouth is sewn shut.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the first geas was placed.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
His mouth is sewn shut.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the geas was placed.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
His mouth is sewn shut.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the geas was placed.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
His mouth is sewn shut.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the geas was placed.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the geas was placed.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the geas was placed.
As the old joke goes - he's dead, but that's the least of his worries.
His gauntlets are locked together, behind his back. The swords are already in his hands; they will be in his hands until he is too damaged to fight. But the blades of his swords point outward, uselessly.
An emerald green rune glows on his forehead. It is a simple geas. It was placed a few hours ago. An enchanter - a stranger in swirling green silk and a featureless white mask - drew the rune. A petty criminal said the words: "I give a measure of my Breath to enforce this geas: take no action other than to follow whoever holds your chain closely enough to leave it slack, if they are moving; and to stay standing up, if you are standing." Of course no spoken language is truly unambiguous, but these terms are simple enough to be defined only by the Breath that enforces them. It is one of the simplests geases ever placed on the dead, so spending the Breath to enforce it is an almost inconsequential punishment.
Before these words were spoken, his arms were chained behind him, and his legs were chained together, and he was wrapped in further chains that secured him to a stretcher. Some of the guards wanted to nail him to the stretcher, before the geas was placed.
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