Alpha, Beta and Gamma helped them with getting the dried wood to the square. They were happy to be of service. From there, it was arranged in such a way to provide the most effective execution. That got them some exp. for their troubles. It was pitiful amount when considering that they were level 484. When it was time to bring them to the site for their execution, the 4 of us were brought in. We were the highest leveled paladins in the region. Only we could ensure that they made it there in one piece. I brought the children with me and we spoke to the jailor. "How have they been? Any confessions out of them!?" I asked. The jailor spat on the ground. "No. Not a single word. Normally, it would be great for me. Less noise to deal with. Not when I'm told to get them to talk. We've done all sorts of torture, but nothing worked." Whoever they were, these cultists were not playing around with us. If they were some dangerous new faction, there would be clues to where and who they were. If I looked it over close enough, I might be able to find it. At least I could be closer to the bishop and cathedral.
Calling for their release for execution was already done. I had the warrant signed by Bishop Franco. The jailor took it and signaled for the guards to get them. They were covered in bruises and dried blood. Their arms were fully bound with the manacles on their wrists. We were to lead them to the cathedral plaza. We had chains to drag them along in the streets. It was fine to do so because they were criminals that killed many innocent people. As we made our way there, they were eerily quiet. Just as all of us arrived, I heard one of them mumble "outworlder scum". I then looked at him and dared him to say it again. Instead of speaking, he spat at me. That was just super gross to do to someone. It was nothing that I could not let go though. They were already condemned to death. Rolling my eyes, I continued on the path to hand them all over to the executioners. As I did so, they smiled at me and took the chains. It was no longer our responsibility to watch over them. I had to report what I heard him say to someone. I chose Bishop Franco. Maybe he would have insights on this. He was close.
Doing this was almost as important as finding out the reason they did this. I found Bishop Franco in the chapel off to the side of their main altar. He was deep in prayer at the moment. I approached him and then waited for him. I was not going to interrupt the man now of all times. It was not word shattering information. After a minute or two standing by, he looked up at me. He looked nervous. "What is it, Dame Terri? Have they arrived at the plaza!?" he asked. I nodded my head. "I just returned from the dungeon." I said. He hummed in acknowledgement. I took the opportunity and reported what I had heard. He rubbed his chin. "Is that all he said?" he questioned. "Yes. It was all he said. Even the jailor could not get a word out of them." It was hard coded in all of the NPCs to be able to perceive Players when they encountered them. It was like an uncanny feeling for them whenever they saw us. The degree to which that was a problem was different to each NPC. It effected their opinion of the Players. That was generally a negative penalty to most, but some had a neutral or positive reaction.
