Heretics (Templar, Dead Meat)
During the raid on the Dead Meat safehouse in Aberdeen, seventeen members of the mercenary group had been apprehended. Those seventeen members were quickly taken to the large Templar outpost on the outskirts of Glasgow for sentencing.
Dead Meat had been a thorn in the Templar's side for decades. The mercenary group thwarted their plans over and over again, and it could not be tolerated. The moment someone tipped them off as to the location of a safehouse, they were there to exact retribution. And the members of such a group would not be treated with clemency.
Bishop Macnamara stood in front of the tribunal which was attended by twenty or so Templar in hoods and robes, watching over the seventeen warriors who were chained together at the hands and feet. The bishop read a mass and then pronounced that God had smiled on them that day. Sinners had been delivered to them and the Templar would do their duty.
"It is God's will that you be punished, burned in the purifying flames for your sins which you commit as readily as breathing." Macnamara smiled to himself as the seventeen assembled warriors gasped, some cursing them. It was all useless. God was with them here in this place.
The Templar rarely burned so many heretics at once. They only had two pyres. And so it was decided that they would burn two an hour, holding a mass for each one, until they were rid of the murderers in their midst who sought to stop God's good work.
"God be with you."
Dead Meat had been a thorn in the Templar's side for decades. The mercenary group thwarted their plans over and over again, and it could not be tolerated. The moment someone tipped them off as to the location of a safehouse, they were there to exact retribution. And the members of such a group would not be treated with clemency.
Bishop Macnamara stood in front of the tribunal which was attended by twenty or so Templar in hoods and robes, watching over the seventeen warriors who were chained together at the hands and feet. The bishop read a mass and then pronounced that God had smiled on them that day. Sinners had been delivered to them and the Templar would do their duty.
"It is God's will that you be punished, burned in the purifying flames for your sins which you commit as readily as breathing." Macnamara smiled to himself as the seventeen assembled warriors gasped, some cursing them. It was all useless. God was with them here in this place.
The Templar rarely burned so many heretics at once. They only had two pyres. And so it was decided that they would burn two an hour, holding a mass for each one, until they were rid of the murderers in their midst who sought to stop God's good work.
"God be with you."