1st of Fall, 516AV
The early morning rays of Syna's reign broke the dark embrace of her nocturnal lover's wall known as the horizon, pushing away her moon-and-stars yet again. There was whispers the night before that the thief from last season has been caught. And at first light of this very day the city would be confronted with both the source of their problems and the source of their supposed salvation. During the night one of the docks at the bay was given a makeover – A singular four-by-four trapdoor was put into the middle of it, a pole of wood extended upward at least ten feet through a hole in the center of the trapdoor. The door was of a unique design, latched in a fashion to keep the two doors shut and locked so the middle gap didn't swing open and revealing the rocks and sea below. Attached across the post was another slab of wood, this one had a chain with several hooks hung from it with a latch system of release.
On the bottom of the chain was attached an anchor. Barricading this monstrosity of human display were the wave guard. Three large men in leather armor. Each held a trident at their left, the tines pointing, unwavering, to the sky above. On their belts were nets or bolas. A few had the weaponry of short swords and fishing knives.
To the right of the pole was a trio of people in blues and whites – Officers of the Navy. Behind them were two more Wave Guards and another man. Aged even older than he already was the Lord Council was bound at the ankles, wrists, and waist with chains and shackles. A look of fear etched his face. As the sky brightened and people came to the docks to trade did one of the officers step forward, “Today is a new beginning. It is the end of a corrupt government, of the oppressive nature of a council rotten to it's core. Today we step forward into an age of new trade dreams, clothed in security and the people of this fine city.”
Somewhere over the bay a small flock of seagulls called out in mockery it seemed as the officer turned and motioned for the guards to bring forth the shackled man. And brought forth he was, a small stool was furnished by the other guard and their prisoner was stood upon the stool and turned to face the people of Zeltiva. There was no words spoke as hooks and chain were pulled to the man and the hooks were slipped into links with in the chains at his shackles, his waist, and his ankles.
“You are hereby been sentenced to death by sea drowning. Your crimes are numerous to count, but the evidence of theft and corruption has been paramount. In the wake of your actions the Tribunal sentences this upon you.” Once more the Officer turned away and walked back to his partners. The two guards bend down and unlatched the door, the stool was at the edge of the doors, not enough though to tear them open and have the chained man drop.
There were cries out from the people of Zeltiva, calls for justice, calls for mercy. The guard closest to the stool kicked it out from underneath the man, the weight of chains and man dropped, releasing the latch that held his restraints to the wood... Chain, anchor, and man disappeared with a sudden cry of fright before the splash of water occurred and the man's sounds were gone to the waters.
This was the breaking point and the people surged, some went forward to go after the Councilor to save him. Others went off in loud bursts of anger, excitement... Rioting.