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Duke Romaine sat back in his comfortable chair in the main hall of his castle. He hadn't realised how much he had missed the place during the unexpected long time he'd spent in the capital and then abroad over the better part of the past year. (Certainly more than he's missed his wife!) And not just the castle or his chair, but he had also missed holding court - no lawyers or juries like in some countries, just accuser and accused standing before him in the knowledge that both verdict and sentence were his to pronounce.

And it was a good thing he was up for some trials, because there was a dire need - his wife had neglected to hold ani in his absence, which had left the castle dungeons crammed almost fuller than they can hold. He'd heard they'd even had to release some of the prisoners (in chains of course) to help with the harvest, although they'd all been rounded up again upon word of his return.

Well, he was back now, and ready to see justice done. The tables had already been rearranged into court formation, and a line of men and women - presumably accusers - stood to one side. All that was missing were the accused, and from the sound of clinking chains approaching, at least the first was on their way. He wondered how many would tri and claim innocence today...

(So, prisoners and accusers. I expect most will come with of the other as a minor role, but feel free to pair off too. probably only one pair should be actually on trial at once,but others can post from the queue. As well as current events, backstory is welcome, especially tales of one's crime, arrest and time in vhe dungeon.

Planned punishments include: fines, stocks, pillory, whipping, branding, mutilation, and death bi hanging. Please state in brackets if uou do or don't desire something specific, on the list or not. Likewise, if you wish said punishment narrated, please indicate so in a post following uour sentencing.)
 
Barbaria1 said:
I think Beate is asking you about the historical era and place that is the setting for the story.

As for me, I prefer being a prisoner, falsely accused, of course, and destined to be whipped in public.
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Generic medieval Europeanesque - actual history requires research. A place where, as mentioned, a lord is sole judge in his fief, with no right of jury or counsel for the accused.

And in that case, I reccomend making a post from the perspective of said prisoner, detailing how she came to be inn such a situation.

Lord Romaine's fief includes both rural villages and a market town.
 
KageKamen said:
He wondered how many would tri and claim innocence today...
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Barbaria1 said:
As for me, I prefer being a prisoner, falsely accused, of course, and destined to be whipped in public.
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On cue - at least Barbara will claim. In truth, was there ever a beautiful, guilty, woman prisoner, deserving of torture and death, who didn't assert her innocence?
The Red Queen had it right - "Off with their heads" (after appropriate and erotic torture, of course!)
 
Barbaria1 said:
As for me, I prefer being a prisoner, falsely accused, of course, and destined to be whipped in public.
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Note: Don’t accuse her of driving recklessly, because it wouldn’t be a false accusation anymore :p
Note2: I just realized the setting is Medieval one... well, I assume crashing a horse still constituted a crime back then?
Note3: I thought it was “wreckless driving” before the spell checker taught me of the correct spelling... I wonder if that can count as a Freudian slip since I actually knew it wrong and it would quite the opposite of being “wreckless” if you crash your car or a cart into something hard.
 
There is a spring in my step, despite the encumbrance of my ankle shackles, as I am led along with others up the worn steps of the stone staircase to the castle’s great hall. My spirits are soaring because, at long last, after weeks of confinement in a dank and rat-infested dungeon cell, my case is about to be heard. We’ve been told that Duke Romaine has finally returned from his long sojourn in the capital, and has resumed presiding over the weekly court session in which the cases of those incarcerated in the dungeons are heard and judged.

As a young woman who can claim respectable social standing, I expect to be heard and the wretched injustice that landed me in the castle dungeon reversed. Indeed, I have my defense well planned. I have a speech prepared which I have practiced and honed over the long days I have spent below awaiting this moment.

I shall begin with a respectful curtesy, directed at the Duke, and then at my accuser, before boldly stating my name as Fr. Barbra Mohr. I will remind the Duke, lest he mistake me for anyone else, that I am none other than the youngest daughter of one of his most respected and loyal subjects, August Mohr, cloth merchant and councilman in the nearby market town of Tandemere ... and that as further evidence of my social standing and virtue, my uncle, Heinrich, just happens to be a notable member of the clergy.

Pivoting to face my accuser, the inn keeper, Otto Fiend, I will deny the charges for which he had me falsely arrested, namely for conducting certain lewd and immoral behaviors on the premises of his establishment. I will insist that such charges are false, that in fact they were concocted in revenge for the fact that on the evening in question I had in fact resisted unwanted advances that he had himself made upon my person on the premises of his establishment. In short he has cast me as a person of ill repute, a common whore, when in fact it was he who had debauchery on his mind.

And when I have finished with that, I shall also set forth, for the good Duke, a series of formal complaints pertaining to the abominable conditions that prevail in his castle dungeon. I shall relate how I was taken there and shackled, most uncomfortably, with my arms stretched overhead, to the wall of my cell; how the cell was dank and overcrowded; how the guards ... who were pigs of men ... took it upon themselves to openly and wantonly molest the women prisoners, in support of which I shall show the Duke, as Irrefutable proof, the sorry disheveled state of my ripped and tattered garments, and declare before him that I was personally assaulted and deflowered by those pigs while the other occupants of my cell looked on. I shall also complain about the poor quality of the food, the cold and disagreeable air, and the general filth.

And when all is said, and the good Duke rises to pass judgement on my case, I expected that I will be set free and Herr Fiend will be ordered to compensate me for all that has transpired. Although the normal punishment for that which I have been accused is a public whipping of 30 to 40 lashes, I expect that perhaps it will be not I but Herr Fiend who will face the fearsome bite of the lash.

This is how I imagine my moment in court before the good and just Duke Romaine shall go. I can hardly wait until I am there and the proceedings begin.
 
Lord Romaine watched as the first batch of prisoners were ushered into the hall - a sorry, stinking lot, most filthy and in tattered cloths, all with their wrists and ankles clasped in rusty iron shackles. The escorting guards led most of them over to one side of the hall, opposite to the accusers, and took up watchful positions around them.

One guard, however, pushed a single prisoner forwards towards the table where the accused was meant to stand. Said prisoner was a woman, likely a younger one, although her tangled hair and unwashed face made it hard to tell her age more precisely. What was noticeable, however, was that her dress, while so torn and tattered he could catch glimpses of things a married man really shouldn't through it, was not the plain cloth of a peasant woman's garment, but something that you might expect to see on the wife of a successful tradesman. And the woman carried herself quite proudly too, as if she was a queen and not a prisoner in chains.

Yes, this was quite an interesting figure to be starting off with, thought Duke Romaine as he turned to his steward, who promptly announced "Otto Fiend accuses Fr' Barbra Mohr of indecent behaviour, fornication and common prostitution."

Barbra Mohr, eh? Interesting. Of course, Fiend got vo speak first, but Romaine wasn't listening very hard. He at least got the gist, though - that Fr. Mohr had been using his inn as a place to hold illicit assignations. When he finished, it was Duke Romaine's turn to speak again, asking "Fr' Mohr, do you admit to these crimes, or deny them?"

(Other questions from me rather than Romaine - about how old is she? How was she able to feed, or carry out other necessary tasks, with her arms chained above her head for weeks? How did she interact with her cellmates in those weeks-did she make frinds or enemies?)
 
(answers to those questions from me rather than Barbra: ... early twenties, slim and leggy, medium-sized breasts, long brown hair and brown eyes; never shackled to the wall continuously ... taken down, from time to time, to allow her to eat her meagre dungeon rations and toilet with her cellmates, as well as, however unwilling, perform the humiliating sexual demands of her gaolers. Generally disliked by her cellmates for her righteousness and constant complaints. They thought her, and her pretentious behaviors, to be a pain, and suspected, if not desired, that she get her comeuppance when her case was taken up by the Duke. Some were even placing bets among themselves over whether she’d go to the public whipping post sentenced to get the usual 30 or the more severe 40 lashes.)
 
Barbaria1 said:
(answers to those questions from me rather than Barbra: ... early twenties, slim and leggy, medium-sized breasts, long brown hair and brown eyes; never shackled to the wall continuously ... taken down, from time to time, to allow her to eat her meagre dungeon rations and toilet with her cellmates, as well as, however unwilling, perform the humiliating sexual demands of her gaolers. Generally disliked by her cellmates for her righteousness and constant complaints. They thought her, and her pretentious behaviors, to be a pain, and suspected, if not desired, that she get her comeuppance when her case was taken up by the Duke. Some were even placing bets among themselves over whether she’d go to the public whipping post sentenced to get the usual 30 or the more severe 40 lashes.)
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I see - so rather than just ravishing her, it was more extortion? If she didn't spread her legs, they'd just hang her up and leave her?

Of course, I suspect even when allowed down, both the food and toileting arrangements were hardly to her liking...

And are you going to give her plea and defense, or should I just extropolate it from uour above post?
 
Barbaria1 said:
Extrapolate away, please ;)
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Fr. Mohr wasted no time in vociferously denying the charges, claiming to have been a lady of perfect virtue "at least at the time of mi unjust arrest - but I will get to that later!" She reminded Duke Romaine of her most respectable father and uncle, who were present and affirmed her good character.

The Duke moved on to questioning her on the facts of the case - where she had been, when, and whi Mr. Fiend would accuse her. Fr. Mohr could offer no alibi, and instead presented a counter-narrative which painted Fiend as a spurned lecher who had made the whole thing up as a revenge for the maiden's refusal to break her chastity for him. Not implausible - but it was just her word, and Fiend had managed to rustle up a couple of witnesses who supported his story. Of course, Fr. Mohr insisted that he had simply bribed them to corroborate his story.

After hearing all the evidence, the Duke asked both parties if they had anything further to say before he passed judgement. Mr. Fiend simply stated he had faith in the Duke's wisdom to see justice done. As for Fr. Mohr...

(now's the time for uour rant on dungeon conditions, or anything else you'd like to add to uour defence.)
 
My dear, Duke Romaine, my abhorrence of dungeon conditions has already been stated and can most assuredly be collaborated by my erstwhile dungeon mates. As to Herr Fiend’s outrageously fabricated charges, I demand that the Court call forth his wife, whom I suspect knows well of his lechery. It was after all, the sudden appearance of the old shrew as he was forcing himself on me, that caused him to claim that I was unscrupulously ensnaring him in sin by flaunting my devilish charms!
 
Barbaria1 said:
There is a spring in my step, despite the encumbrance of my ankle shackles, as I am led along with others up the worn steps of the stone staircase to the castle’s great hall. My spirits are soaring because, at long last, after weeks of confinement in a dank and rat-infested dungeon cell, my case is about to be heard. We’ve been told that Duke Romaine has finally returned from his long sojourn in the capital, and has resumed presiding over the weekly court session in which the cases of those incarcerated in the dungeons are heard and judged.

As a young woman who can claim respectable social standing, I expect to be heard and the wretched injustice that landed me in the castle dungeon reversed. Indeed, I have my defense well planned. I have a speech prepared which I have practiced and honed over the long days I have spent below awaiting this moment.

I shall begin with a respectful curtesy, directed at the Duke, and then at my accuser, before boldly stating my name as Fr. Barbra Mohr. I will remind the Duke, lest he mistake me for anyone else, that I am none other than the youngest daughter of one of his most respected and loyal subjects, August Mohr, cloth merchant and councilman in the nearby market town of Tandemere ... and that as further evidence of my social standing and virtue, my uncle, Heinrich, just happens to be a notable member of the clergy.

Pivoting to face my accuser, the inn keeper, Otto Fiend, I will deny the charges for which he had me falsely arrested, namely for conducting certain lewd and immoral behaviors on the premises of his establishment. I will insist that such charges are false, that in fact they were concocted in revenge for the fact that on the evening in question I had in fact resisted unwanted advances that he had himself made upon my person on the premises of his establishment. In short he has cast me as a person of ill repute, a common whore, when in fact it was he who had debauchery on his mind.

And when I have finished with that, I shall also set forth, for the good Duke, a series of formal complaints pertaining to the abominable conditions that prevail in his castle dungeon. I shall relate how I was taken there and shackled, most uncomfortably, with my arms stretched overhead, to the wall of my cell; how the cell was dank and overcrowded; how the guards ... who were pigs of men ... took it upon themselves to openly and wantonly molest the women prisoners, in support of which I shall show the Duke, as Irrefutable proof, the sorry disheveled state of my ripped and tattered garments, and declare before him that I was personally assaulted and deflowered by those pigs while the other occupants of my cell looked on. I shall also complain about the poor quality of the food, the cold and disagreeable air, and the general filth.

And when all is said, and the good Duke rises to pass judgement on my case, I expected that I will be set free and Herr Fiend will be ordered to compensate me for all that has transpired. Although the normal punishment for that which I have been accused is a public whipping of 30 to 40 lashes, I expect that perhaps it will be not I but Herr Fiend who will face the fearsome bite of the lash.

This is how I imagine my moment in court before the good and just Duke Romaine shall go. I can hardly wait until I am there and the proceedings begin.
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One could never accuse our Barb of being inconsistent !!
 
"A dungeon isn't supposed to be pleasant, girl! I'm sure none of you enjoyed it down there, nor were you meant to. As for pertinent matters - is Fr. Fiend present? "

She was indeed - but her testimony was, to Fr. Mohr's obvious amazement, in accord with her husband's.

"Well then. It seems there are mani witnesses in agreement on Fr. Mohr's crimes, and none who can support her denial. While I have no doubt her relatives attest her character sincerely, women are good at hiding such things from honest men. And the fact that she has a cover story for ani test of her maidenhood is also too convenient. "

"Based on this evidence, I find Fr. Mohr guilty on all charges, and sentence her to 40 lashes of the horsewhip on her bare back, to be carried out immediate in the castle courtyard. "

Mr. Fiend and his wife were clearly quite pleased bi this news, while Fr. Mohr's family looked stricken. Some of the prisoners waiting to the side seemed quite glad.. But Fr. Mohr herself...
 
Scheisse! Forty lashes! I can’t bear the thought! You, Duke Romaine, are not the enlightened and benevolent prince I expected you to be. I hereby call upon my brother, Heinrich, true man of the cloth, to step forward in my defense and call upon the Almighty above to bring down a horrible curse on you and your dukedom. Forever shall you rue this day and this wrongful decision!
 
Barbaria1 said:
Scheisse! Forty lashes! I can’t bear the thought! You, Duke Romaine, are not the enlightened and benevolent prince I expected you to be. I hereby call upon my brother, Heinrich, true man of the cloth, to step forward in my defense and call upon the Almighty above to bring down a horrible curse on you and your dukedom. Forever shall you rue this day and this wrongful decision!
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But Heinrich did nothing - indeed, no-one spoke further in Barbra's defense. The Duke's word was law, after all, and defying him a risky business. Her family might have tried anyway if the sentence was more severe, but a lashing would do little permanent harm save to the girl's marriageability, which was already quite ruined.

So the only one complaining as the guard who had stood bi Barbra the whole trial now began dragging her towards the doors bi her chains was Barbra herself, although she quite made up for this solo status in vociferousness. However this litany of complaints and curses served her no avail, as she was dragged stumbling all the way to the courtyard where various tools of justice stood at the ready - a gallows in pride of place, flanked bi stocks and with a couple of pillories in front. A small crowd was already waiting for today's "entertainment", and others including her family and accusers had followed her from the hall.

Before the gaze of all these spectators. Barbra was led all the way round in front of one of the pillories, which the guard unlocked and swung open before shoving her head and still-shackled hands into it and slamming it shut again. A quite embarrassing position for a lady to be in, but it was about to get worse- the guard seized hold of Barbra's already wrecked dress and tore it open with great force. Obviously the intent was to bare her back as the sentence required, but between the guard's strength and the garments state of disrepair it came apart a bit more than was intended - at the least exposing her pert buttocks, and possibly falling away all together.

(Another turn for Barb.)
 
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