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	<code>Found guilty of treason against the Chiefdom, worship of the devil, robbery, assault. Executed at the gallows.</code>		<code>Found guilty of treason against the Chiefdom, worship of the devil, robbery, assault. Executed at the gallows.</code>

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{{News Header|Type=Character News|RealDate=2026-09-30|Author=Cannafus}}

Muffled whispers, footsteps, bashed in door.

One’s life can be turned around any moment. Fortune is said to favour the bold. Here in [[Chiefdom of Baylara|Baylara]] your fortune is decided for you.

Earlier today I watched a public hanging, two weeks ago one of my neighbours disappeared, before that the old man from the fish market went missing. I turned the other way, did not dare to question it. But now, now it is my time. The [[Estorrum|High Chief]] commands, his militia executes.

I get dragged out onto the street. There is no trial, still I am found guilty. Locked up in the chambers below the town for what must have been a few days, awaiting my sentence. It is no different from anyone else down here. Death is one of the better punishments you can receive.

<code>Cannafus</code>

<code>* Era Vetus, Year 32</code>

<code>† Era Nova, Year 2</code>

<code>Found guilty of treason against the Chiefdom, worship of the devil, robbery, assault. Executed at the gallows.</code>

Likely this is what the inscription on my tomb would have said, had I not shied away from the destiny that was chosen for me. Instead, I ran from it. I did not care about my chances, anything for a chance at life. Into the crowd that had gathered to see the execution and out of my hometown. The camel riders hunted me feverishly across the dunes.

I ran, reaching the edge of Baylara. But I did not stop.

I fled, reaching the edge of the desert sands. But I did not stop.

I paddled, reaching the far lands across the ocean. But I did not stop.

Exile is where I am heading. A place so rotten and dammed, so devoid of life and light that it daunts pursuers from following.

A place that harbours me like a sentinel.

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