Sasha stood at the port with a large smile on her face as she interacted with the excited people of Far Mile who jumped at the chance to write one of the Empire’s warships. "Admiral." An Unyeilding soldier came up to her, causing her demeanor to change quickly.

"What is it."

"Order’s from his Majesty. We need to check the port." The man said politely as Sahsa looked behind him at the few soldiers waiting.

"Go. I’ll delay the departure for ten minutes." Getting a nod in response she turned back to the people who statically backed off from the two and clapped her hands smiling. "Forgive me but we must wait ten minutes." A series of groans echoed in the background whilst the soldiers all split up and scoured the place.

The Unyielding soldier took another with him and walked down the port to a more secluded area. Hearing a muffled struggle he turned to the other with him and gave a small nod. His eyes went sharp as he grabbed the hilt of his sword, turning into an alley.

The body of a beaten man lay on the ground as three men beat him. The Unyelidng soldier didn’t hesitate and quietly snuck up behind and placed his sword on one of their necks. "Move and you die." The man broke into a cold sweat feeling the cold steel in his neck as the others quickly took off. He didn’t bother about them as the other went to the man on the ground.

"Look me in the eyes." The soldier grabbed the man’s face and forced him to look at him. His eyes were out of focus and bloodshot. searching his body, he quickly found a small bag full of herbs. Taking one out he smelt it and frowned. "It’s what the Mayor warned us about." Showing the herb the Unyeilding soldier nodded, as he quickly searched the body of the man.

Pulling out a small medallion he frowned. "The Iron Company again." He thought about it but soon gave up just going about the orders he was given. He was a soldier, it wasn’t his job to think about the game being played in the background, only to carry out the orders of his liege. "Deal with that and report to the General." The soldier nodded taking the beaten man away as the Unyeilding soldier took the Mercenary away.

He grinned mockingly as he was forced into a small building hidden away from sight. Pushing the man to the ground he looked down on him with contempt. "By order of His Majesty, the Blessed One. I sentence you to death." The Unyielding soldier’s voice was cold as the mercenary mocking face broke.

"WAIT!" He cried out in panic as he tried to push himself up getting kicked back to the ground. "I DEMAND A TRIAL!" He screamed in fear but his words fell on deaf ears as the Unyeilding soldier brought his sword down with no hesitation. His blood flew across the floor as the soldier wiped his blade clean and smirked. All across Far Mile similar scenes played out as the Unyeilding finally were given free rein to carry out executions.

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Blackwood sat in front of the Mayorl building with a small sheet of paper on his lap as he looked out at the gathering crowd. The sun began to set as he looked up to the window where his man was waiting. He saw him leaning out watching him and giving a small nod towards the Iron Companies leader he got one in return.

’Everything is ready.’ He clenched his fists in anticipation, trying to hide his nerves about everything. It was a risky plan but if it worked, the prestige the church would win over the people would be immense.

Byle walked up the steps and took a seat next to him. "What are you on edge about?" Byles asked confused seeing the subtle differences in the man.

Blackwood flashed a perfect t smile at him and shook his head. "I just hope my speech is good enough. If it fails then things will only get harder." Byles scoffed but said nothing, taking the paper out of his hands.

He gave it a quick read, "It’s good enough." Byles handed it back over and looked out to the gathering crowd. "Have you been visited by the Old Snake?"

"What do you mean?" Blackwood asked nervously making Byles suspicious. He stared deep into the bishops’s eyes and squinted.

"What have you done Blackwood?"

"Nothing old man." Blackwood waved off his concern but Byles didn’t yield, staring daggers into him.

"Blackwood," Byles said carefully in a hushed voice. "What have you done? Whatever it is, it can’t go ahead."

"I’ve done nothing really. besides why do you care."

"Because the Old Snake has been given complete freedom to act now. His Majesty has had enough now. If you have given a reason to act..."

"Byles." Blackwood cut in with a sharp voice. "If what you’re saying is true then it’s all the more reason for what I have planned to happen."

The old Bishop looked at him with horror as his mind spun trying to make sense of his words. His hands curled around his cane as he looked down. "You didn’t order an assassination on someone did you."

"No. A little different." Blackwood said mysteriously.

"What have you do..." His words were cut off by the main doors opening, Alfred, Chris, William, Desmond, and a few others coming out. Alfred groaned taking a seat next to Blackwood, a tall Inquisition guard standing between them.

"I get why you wanted me to have one of your men next to me, but you could have made it one who has less of a presence," Alfred grumbled the words as he looked at the two.

Blackwood smiled and shrugged. "Your protection is paramount. I simply provided the one who was the best to you."

"Right." Alfred rolled his eyes not bothering as he waved down to the people below. They all cried in joy looking up at him. "It seems the people have had a good day today. I must thank you for providing this for me."

"It is nothing, Your Majesty," Byles said politely looking out. "A chance to give back to the people is a core tenet of the Church. I’m sure dear Raven would have agreed."

"Yeah. You’re right." Alfred said in a melancholic voice as he looked out. The three fell into silence as Blackwood gently tapped the back of the Inquisition guard next to him. The man understood moving ever so slightly forward, blocking Alfred from sight from a part of the crowd.

"It’s time," Desmond said softly as he got up and waved to the people, quieting them. "Everybody. Thank you for coming today, I do hope that you have all enjoyed this amazing day." The crowd all smiled looking at him.

"Now whilst I’m sure that you all wish it could carry on, not have to go to work the next day, we still have our duties that we must do, so enjoy the rest while you still can. Now please, everybody, let us welcome the guides of our Lord, those who have been a great help in preparing everything for you today. Bishop Blackwood. If you may."

Blackwood smiled as he got up and waved to the people. Placing the paper he prepared on the podium he took a deep breath giving one last look to the Iron Company leader in the window.

"People." Blackwood started getting everyone’s attention. "I thank the faithful for gathering today on this blessed day. A day where we remember a loyal servant of the Chruch, one who gave his life to see to it that the heathen threat is destroyed. A man, who lived and died for the sake of our lord Sol, a man who greatly loved the church and its practices. Someone who threw away the glory and prestige of the nobility to serve it."

"I can never have claimed to have met who we all knew as ArchBishop Raven, but tales of his piety had reached the Holy Seat. He was a holy man and it is thanks to him that we can all say we lived another day of peace and prosperity."

Alfred watched Blackwood and took a deep breath. "He seems to know Raven quite well for a man who never met him." Whispering to William the old general scoffed.

"It’s all empty words, let us not forget."

"Don’t worry William. I know that he is a rat who only wishes to hold that seat himself." Alfred scoffed looking to his right. "Can you move, you’re blocking the light," Alfred asked the Inquisition guard who only looked down and did nothing.

Blackwood put a fake display of emotion on as he pretended to collect himself. "I ask you all, in this time where there are those who wish to undermine the great work done by such a holy man live, do not falter, stand tall and true, and help fight back against these faithless heathens. For it is what Raven would have wanted. It’s what his beloved Church wants."

Blackwood moved his hands in front of his chest creating a religious symbol over his heart. "Never forget, the church is here to protect us all, to guide us all. The Years of Darkness showed us the Chaos that exists without it. Glory to Sol. Glory to the Church." The Inquisition Guard next to Alfred excused himself as he knelt down to sort out the armor by his ankle. Alfred paid it no attention as he looked at the Blackwood’s back with disdain.

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The Iron Company leader leaned on the window watching intensely. "Glory to Sol. Glory to the Church." Blackwood’s words echoed in his ear as he saw the guard kneeling down. Grabbing a plant he placed it in front of the window to hide himself slightly. Placing the crossbow on the window ledge he aimed and took a deep breath.

"10...." Adjusting it ever so slightly he began his countdown.