Esteemed Councillor Aledrec,

I was wondering if it is possible for a copy of the Ordinant Kanaut's trial transcript to be made available to the Society. We do wish to know exactly what happened to a highly regarded member of our organisation, and how it was that he was so speedily executed. No one has officially informed us of what happend to the Ordinant's remains or to his belongings, especially considering his Society issued equipment has gone missing.

Can you help us, Councillor?

Blessings along the Way,

- Ordinant Kepler Szul

//The reply letter is sealed with a wax stamp and hand delivered to the ordinant's citadel in New Dunwarren.

Dear Ordinant Szul,

Sorry for the delay, please find enclosed one transcript.

(Cell Guard): Sit. (Drilacko Kanaut): *eyes still firmly shut he trips and falls onto the bench* (Wyric Crowshire): Who will present this case to the court? (Cell Guard): [Looks towards Delorme.] (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): *glances to the other Watchmen* Guess that would be me! (Wyric Crowshire): One of the watch, I would presume. (Geraint Redpath): [He takes out a bottle full of a dubious looking liquid, and gulps deeply. He stinks of cheap spirits.] (Lyra Lockheart): *lets her halberd slip through her hand onto the ground and rest against her* (Drilacko Kanaut): *struggles with the shackles. His head his tilted towards the ground* (Wyric Crowshire): Very well, state your name for the record. (Wyric Crowshire): And then proceed with the facts of this case, please. (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): Valsre Delorme, Lieutenant at our gates. (Welfyr): *He seem to be studying Kanaut's every movement closely, keeping a firm hand on his sword hilt* (Alyssara Nil'vara): Excuse me. (Welfyr): Hm.. (Alyssara Nil'vara): Might I examine the accused? (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): The same gates this man *indicates Drilacko with a heavy hand* just attacked with all manner of foul magic. (Sen Asheneaf): Spot Check, Roll: 8 + Modifier: 9 = 17 (Lyra Lockheart): *gazes on kananut along while, particualary the odd buldge* (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): Two of my men were carried off before we could retrain him enough to send him to a cell. I still don't know if they're alive. (Legnar Ironfist): *obviously bored he takes out a bullet and throws it around (Wyric Crowshire): I see. He did not try to reason with you in any way? (Sheriff Azrus Azzam): [his frigid stare remains fixed hatefully on Drilacko] (Drilacko Kanaut): *shakes his head from side to side. The massive bulge sways along with him* (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): He showed up disguised as a little girl, and changed back to attack Neeshka! (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): After that it was all spells and swords. (Cell Guard): Neeshka! (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): She's alright, man. (Wyric Crowshire): Was there undead with him, there was a lot of rumours of undead around the town... (Cell Guard): [Glowers down at Kanaut] (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): I didn't see any, but he brought the stonework to life something fierce, smashed up one of the animatrons. (Geraint Redpath): [He scratches his chin, taking another swig of his bottle.] (Arcturus Daevurn): [gazes at Drilacko silently, a triumphant expression on his mahogany face] (Wyric Crowshire): I see. (Drilacko Kanaut): *simply keeps his closed eyes downcast. He shivers now and again, and his limbs spasm in a chaotic manner* (Wyric Crowshire): Do you have anything else to add? (Welfyr): If i may, sir. (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): If my men aren't dead, it's not for lack of trying on his part. I don't know what his problem is, but ours is him. (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): *indicates Welfyr and steps back* (Wyric Crowshire): Noted. Private wished to add something? (Wyric Crowshire): Please state your name to the record, and take your helmet off. (Welfyr): *He flips off his helm* (Welfyr): Private Welfyr Methredel. (Wyric Crowshire): And what do you have to add? (Drilacko Kanaut): *mumbles quietly, his head shaking from side to side* (Cell Guard): [Cuffs him.] (Cell Guard): Quiet! (Wyric Crowshire): [looks at the accused] He is not trying to cast is he? (Richard Torin'Stre): A gag would help *mutters* (Drilacko Kanaut): *winces, his whole right arm shuddering and spasming at the touch* (Arcturus Daevurn): [smiles faintly] (Welfyr): Kanaut has attacked on of our Toll Gates, seriously injuring several Watch Privates. (Cell Guard): Nah. Don't think so... (Wyric Crowshire): [nods] (Welfyr): He has also fled arrest by use of paralyzing enchantments on myself. (Geraint Redpath): [He scratches his chin.] (Legnar Ironfist): *takes helmet off* (Drilacko Kanaut): I should have killed you. Should have saved you from the fate that awaits you. (Welfyr): *He snorts* (Legnar Ironfist): *smiles at the words* (Geraint Redpath): [He takes another long swig of his bottle, before shoving it in his pouch after he is done. He says little.] (Cell Guard): [Glowers down at him] (Cell Guard): You cause all them undead? (Welfyr): That is all, Councilor. (Wyric Crowshire): [ignores the ordinant] Thank you private (Alyssara Nil'vara): Councilor. Might I address the court? I bring testimony which does not relate to today's attack, but that the court might find interesting, nevertheless. (Lyra Lockheart): *frowns still gazing on kanuat and his buldge* (Drilacko Kanaut): *returns to rattling his shackles lightly. He has yet, notably, to open his eyes* You left them to rot. They have a duty. A duty to The Crusade. It cannot be denied. I needed warriors. I would find none among you. (Geraint Redpath): I am hurt, Drilacko. (Legnar Ironfist): Ha (Wyric Crowshire): Is it related to the case? (Legnar Ironfist): As am I (Geraint Redpath): [He eyes Drilacko's large, pulsating, ample bulge.] (Alyssara Nil'vara): It is extremely pertinent to the case. (Cell Guard): You're a sick, sick man. (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): Will it be quick? (Alyssara Nil'vara): It should be. (Wyric Crowshire): Very well (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): *nods* (Wyric Crowshire): Come and spak your matter, state your name first. (Alyssara Nil'vara): My name is Alyssara Nil'vara. I am a practitioner of the Art, and surgeon from the Greycloak Hills of Evereska. (Drilacko Kanaut): *lowers his head, mumbling quietly* (Broda Twigfoot): *quirks a brow and leans forward* (Alyssara Nil'vara): Two days ago, I was called upon by Watch Private Agrael Lorthor to perform a peculiar sort of surgery upon a young man. This young man is under protection of the Watch, so I am unable to reveal his name, though if the Councilor wishes, I can deliver my full written report to him. (Alyssara Nil'vara): The surgery was upon an implant between cervical vertebrae two, through four. An illithid creation which allows them to control their thralls over long distances. (Alyssara Nil'vara): It allows them complete control, most of the time the thralls are helpless to act while they are under its influence. I noticed a similar bulge upon the Ordinant's posterior neck. Might I be allowed to assess him, in full view of the court? (Lyra Lockheart): *as alyssara talks she nervously covers the side of her head with her free hand* (Wyric Crowshire): I allow it, after trial, behind closed doors... (Legnar Ironfist): *leans against pillair* (Wyric Crowshire): Those things are dangerous. (Alyssara Nil'vara): Very well. (Alyssara Nil'vara): We removed the implant from the young man. (Boim West): Pfeh. "Kill the thralls" boy was a bloody thrall. (Alyssara Nil'vara): After he was revived, since the surgery was quite strenuous, his retrograde amnesia faded, and he was able to remember all that he had done while under the control of his illithid master. (Wyric Crowshire): Noted, anything else? (Boim West): [Rolls his eyes slightly, gnawing on the toothpick] (Alyssara Nil'vara): He confessed everything that he had performed to the Watch. (Sheriff Azrus Azzam): [is clearly becoming impatient] (Alyssara Nil'vara): I submit that if he truly is under the influence of the implant, then Ordinant Kanaut is not in control of his actions. (Alyssara Nil'vara): I am finished. (Drilacko Kanaut): I'm no thrall! *his head raises slightly, but he does not open his eyes* Never again. A fate worse than death. I wish it on no one! I tried to save you from that! (Legnar Ironfist): *yawns* (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): A short note, Councilor. (Welfyr): Be quiet! (Legnar Ironfist): Is he believed? (Lyra Lockheart): *shivers somewhat but stays quiet* (Drilacko Kanaut): I tried to save you all! You won't listen! You're fools! You don't see what they're doing, all around you! (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): I have a device on me at this very moment that will be able to determine if the Ordinant is enthralled. (Wyric Crowshire): We will find that out soon enough... former ordinant. (Alyssara Nil'vara): May I approach the bench, Councilor? (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): If my men are dying, I want to tell them about this man's broken body before they go to Kelemvor's realm. *grits his teeth* (Alyssara Nil'vara): There is something which I must say to you, for only your ears. (Harlow Penrose): It's more of a throne.. (Legnar Ironfist): Has there been reports of thralls around? (Wyric Crowshire): ORDER. (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): [folds his arms and regards the Councilor] (Wyric Crowshire): You may step down lady elf, you stated what you had to say, yes? (Drilacko Kanaut): *his head droops forward once more, and he falls silent* (Alyssara Nil'vara): Yes I did. May I approach the chair momentarily? There is something I must say to you, alone. (Legnar Ironfist): Will Drilacko have a say in all this? (Wyric Crowshire): Verywell, briefly. (Wyric Crowshire): [leans towards the elf] (Cell Guard): Changes nothing! We should stone this bugger and get it over with. (Cell Guard): Bloody elves wasting our time. (Welfyr): Stay quiet, Dwarf. You have not been given the word. (Harlow Penrose): Burn him, and burn whatever is in his neck! (Drilacko Kanaut): I don't want to die! *his head shakes violently* I don't. (Wyric Crowshire): Order inthe court, private. (Legnar Ironfist): I thought that to but if this is a trial we should let him speak (Cell Guard): [Gives a grunt and stares sullenly down at Drilacko] (Richard Torin'Stre): He has already confessed to his crime, something about saving us? Death, you all heard him. (Legnar Ironfist): yet he sielnced everytime he tries to finish his story (Wyric Crowshire): [nods to the elf] Very well. (Arcturus Daevurn): [rolls his eyes] (Wyric Crowshire): You may be seated. (Welfyr): Stay quiet or you will be thrown out, Dwarf. (Wyric Crowshire): Agent, you had something to add? Briefly please. (Legnar Ironfist): *shakes head* (Wyric Crowshire): State your name and remove your helmet, please. (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): Agent Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best. I have a Spellguard Cognitive Scrutinizer with me at the moment that will be able to determine accurately whether any given individual is enthralled. (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): I'm seeing my men. *spits at Drilacko's feet as he passes* (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): Using it would take little time. (Boim West): His necks bloody throbbin'. Don't need to test it. (Legnar Ironfist): *looks to Drilacko* (Wyric Crowshire): Very well, I allow it, but it is done privately behind closed doors like is the other experiment. (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): [nods and puts his helmet back on] (Wyric Crowshire): I was however told they do not work outside tower... (Wyric Crowshire): Have they improved recently? (Drilacko Kanaut): *his eyes are firmly shut. Head drooped slightly* Do it now. Here. They work everywhere. They are lies to keep the technology in their hands. (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): We can take him to the Tower, shackled and gagged of course, if need be. (Wyric Crowshire): No. (Drilacko Kanaut): Aberrant sympathisers as they are. Ask them of Zepheron! Ask them of his experiments, which they continue! (Hector Kingsworth Llewellyn Best): In fact, I could simply port him there with a wand. (Wyric Crowshire): No. (Welfyr): Do not. (Wyric Crowshire): Does the accused have anything to say in his defence? (Legnar Ironfist): *leans forward* (Agrael Lothor): [gives a small polite nod] (Wyric Crowshire): Do you choose to remain silent then? (Drilacko Kanaut): *his gaze moves towards the general direction of Wyric. His eyes are still noticably closed, and his right arm is in a state of spasms* It hurts, in ways you can't imagine! Make them return my helm, please, and I will speak. (Legnar Ironfist): *looks to Wyric* (Wyric Crowshire): No, we do not know what spells are inside it. (Welfyr): Do not. It could be imbued with spells of some sort., (Drilacko Kanaut): Have the elf see it! It is mundane. Nothing dangerous. (Richard Torin'Stre): Then why do you need it? (Wyric Crowshire): Then you do not need it, you are past confort here, you are accused of terrible crimes. (Drilacko Kanaut): I can't see without it. I can't -- *he shakes his head* please. (Legnar Ironfist): You wont get any answers from him (Lyra Lockheart): Can he not wear a different helmet? (Boim West): Pry 'em eyes open like? (Geraint Redpath): Councillor. The man is clearly enthralled. In torment. Allow him to wear it, I beg of you. (Welfyr): You able to speak now, and since you have proven yourself to be a trickster in the past, a trickster you remain. (Legnar Ironfist): I agree (Wyric Crowshire): You do not need helmet to speak. (Legnar Ironfist): Judge a man on his past is corrupt (Arcturus Daevurn): It is a trick! You've seen what this man is capable of. It would be an obscenely foolish choice to give it to him. (Wyric Crowshire): Silence both of you, do not interrupt the court. (Legnar Ironfist): *shakes head* (Geraint Redpath): [He sways slightly, before spitting to his right.] (Arcturus Daevurn): [murmurs something to Boim] (Lyra Lockheart): *nervously grips and ungrips her halberd with a slightly sly* (Wyric Crowshire): Is that is all you wish to say? (Wyric Crowshire): [looks at the accused] (Drilacko Kanaut): *he stumbles to his feet, his balance almost failing him as the shackles snare his feet** Give it to me! Your society is crumbling beneath you, and I can't help you! I can't -- I can't. Just give it to me! (Welfyr): Hey! (Wyric Crowshire): Hold him! (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): *crosses his arms over his chest, staring daggers into Kanaut* Freddy Beckett's dead. (Welfyr): *He grabs a hold of his shackled hands* (Boim West): Dead Watchman. Bam. Case closed. (Boim West): [Stads and and adjusts his tunic] (Legnar Ironfist): *eyes widen* (Welfyr): *Attempts to force him back in his seat* (Boim West): [Tries at the locked gate] (Drilacko Kanaut): *winces lightly* Please! Just let me see. I don't want to die like this! I don't. I - *he stumbles back, coughing* I won't! (Wyric Crowshire): Sentence is following. First he will be examined if he is a thrall slave. If he is not, sentence is death for endangering Sanctuary. (Boim West): [Rolls the toothpick in his mouth, shaking his head] (Lieutenant Valsre Delorme): Death for murdering a good man! (Wyric Crowshire): I am done, I will oversee the examination. (Drilacko Kanaut): I want to speak! I have to speak! (Wyric Crowshire): Move prisoner to a cell. (Drilacko Kanaut): *his head shakes from side to side* (Wyric Crowshire): You had your chance. (Legnar Ironfist): This is unfair! (Legnar Ironfist): The man is obviously hurt (Boim West): He's a bloody murderer, Dwarf. (Welfyr): *He clenches his fist, clearly having trouble resisting the urge to beat the man senseless* (Boim West): Nothin' to talk about. (Wyric Crowshire): Yes, rightfully so for trying to murder people. (Drilacko Kanaut): *sways on the bench, almost falling backwards, then fallwards* (Richard Torin'Stre): He's lucky he wasn't killed on sight at the gate (Legnar Ironfist): My name is Legnar my father gave me that name and not the name of dwarf

I hope this helps.

Regards, A. Y.

P.S. I prosume his possessions burned when he did. But I will make enquiries.

Councillor Aledrec,

Mystra's blessings to you for passing on this important document. I wish the Ordinant was given the chance to speak on his own behalf. Thralldom is not always easy to detect. A thrall's behaviour will vary according to the skills and powers of the individual who is enthralled.

An implant is one physical manifestation of enthrallment. Illithid have in the past exibited mind powers far beyond anything that can fit into an easy categorisation. Kanaut's behaviour is troubling because even in the trial he exhibits moments of lucidity and clear reasoning, along with clearly maniacal urges. Kanaut's errant behaviour may be a sign of the types of enthrallment yet to be revealed in Sanctuary. But what Kanaut has done is nothing compared to the atrocities that twelve pregnant woman who carry aberrant children will perform, if they are allowed to remain in Sanctuary any longer. I'm sure you are fully aware of this.

The Society still wishes to assist the citizens of Sanctuary in the location and cleansing of thralls inside Sanctuary. While Ysinode and Chabzash are active, thralls will always be sent to create chaos inside Sanctuary. Ordinant Kanaut's actions are a sad reflection of this.

Once again, thankyou enormously for your assistance in this matter.

- Ordinant Kepler Szul