[FL] Fantasy Lynching: Blood alone turns the Wheels of History

[Cracklord]

Matt
You crack the man between the eyes, stunning him, and clearing a space around yourself. As you do, you survey the room, and blink, as you see what the real problem was. The man at the bar puts down his tea, and stares directly at you with cold eyes. Cold, hard eyes. You then notice the ravens tattooed on his forearms, and remember why you kept your spear covered.
You feel like sinking back down and letting the world swallow you.

Tavi
Your escort welcomes you in with all the pomp and ceremony of your station, a proud procession that makes you swell. It's good to be king. You make your way down the docks and into the market, where you see Murtagh ahead. He managed to do a better job with his escort after-all. Even Varg draws back a bit at the sight of the enormous, blood red dragon.

Rand Al'Thor
Min is staring at him as well, her eyes glassy and distant. She sometimes gets like this. "I see a ring given, a crown, a noose and a bag of silver. I see tears and blood. And I see a face." She breaks her gaze away, stares at you and shrugs. "That's all, I'm afraid. Should we go speak to him, or should we watch a while. He might be an enemy yet."

Allecia Ehothorn
"Go to the other continent, and the champion will return sooner, as your struggle will strengthen him and speed his return. There, things must proceed one way or all may be lost."