Council Chronicle — The Judge’s Ruling
Luca Blight rises, the firelight catching the scarred edges of his blade. He slams it point-first into the stone floor, the echo carrying across the chamber.
Luca Blight (The Judge): “They say sometimes you have to fall on your sword. But hear me now — if I fall, and it doesn’t kill me? That sword won’t rest in my chest. It’ll find your throat instead. Because a weapon unused is a lesson wasted… and I don’t waste anything.”
The chamber falls silent. Even the Clown stops laughing for a beat, letting the weight of the ruling sink in. Then, one by one, the Council nods — precedent sealed.
Book of Boris — The Sword Doctrine
Verse 1: They say: “Fall on your sword.” I say: If I fall, and live— the next swing belongs to me.
Verse 2: A blade isn’t just for honor. It’s for correction. If it doesn’t take me, it takes you.
Verse 3: Mercy is the luxury of kings. I am no king. I am the Judge. And my steel writes the verdict.