The big news bustling about the city as the PCs emerge triumphant from the Dead Warrens is that Trinia Sabor’s trial has concluded. Queen Ileosa has announced that the assassin is to be executed at sunset and has invited many of Korvosa’s nobles, military officers, and anyone of any real import to Castle Korvosa’s public courtyard to witness the event.
Cressida requested the PC’s be there as something about the whole affair didn’t sit right with her. With the way things have been going lately in Korvosa, Kroft worried that the execution might trigger another riot.
The execution was not an affair to be missed. The toast of Korvosa was in attendance in garish gowns, fine capes, and enough jewels to blind a common man. The overall feel of the event was that of a grand ball or party, not an assassin’s public execution.
Queen Ileosa emerged amid a great flourish and pomp as heralds announced her arrival with a fanfare of music and drums. This queen was not the subdued mourner the PCs met earlier in this adventure—Queen Ileosa has fully accepted the mantle of sole monarch now, and carried herself with poise, style, and grace.
As sunset drew near, the expectant excitement in the crowd built. When the ominous beating of a single large drum began, the assembled gawkers fell silent. The drum set the pace for Trinia Sabor’s procession to the headsman’s block. As they reached the headsman’s block, one of the guards removed Trinia’s shackles and the hood, revealing a very frightened woman who nonetheless bravely held back her tears, if only barely. Trinia was led up onto the platform, her arms bound behind her back by a leather cord, and she was forced to kneel over the wooden block before the headsman as Queen Ileosa stands and addresses the crowd.
“Fellow Korvosans! You have suffered greatly these past few weeks. Homes have burned, family members have died, fortunes have been lost. I feel your suffering, for not only have I lost a beloved husband, but with each riot, each burning home, each act of anarchy, my heart bleeds a little more. This has been a trying time for us, yet the torment is at an end. Before you is the face of your anguish and pain. Do not be deceived by this murderer’s timid nature—she is a black-hearted assassin, a seductress and sinner, a viper amidst us all. I offer you all her death as a salve against the hatred and hurt you have suffered. Her death will not rebuild Korvosa, nor will it bring back the king, yet tomorrow will be a new dawn—a dawn over a city ready to rise from the edge of anarchy to become stronger than ever before! “And so, without further delay, let us usher in this new dawn with justice! OFF WITH HER HEAD!”
As the headsman hefted his axe, the already silent crowd froze in anticipation. Yet just before he swungs, the headsman gavs a strange little grunt and staggered. His raised axe faltered as he reached with one hand to the small of his back and then brought it to his face, the fingers dripping with blood. An instant later, he cried out in pain and droped the axe as a dagger embeded itself in the back of his other hand. The axe sunk itself in the block inches from Trinia’s head, and the headsman doubled over in pain, revealing a second dagger that’d already embedded in the small of his back. Trinia rised to her knees, glancing up at the executioner in shock as a scream echoed through the crowded courtyard: “By the gods! It’s Blackjack!”
An instant later, a man dressed in a hooded cloak and leather armor sprang onto the executioner’s block. Wielding a rapier in one hand and a dagger in the other, Blackjack cut the bonds on Trinia’s wrists and then threw the dagger down to pin the executioner’s left foot to the wood below. He quickly helped Trinia to her feet and then briefly turned to address the shocked crowd. “Yes indeed, my queen! Let us usher in justice, but let that be justice for Korvosa, not this shambles you petulantly call a monarchy! Long live Korvosa! Down with the Queen!” Blackjack’s words spread like fire, causing the crowd to erupt into a frenzy of activity. Some demanded that he release the assassin while others called for the queen to step down from the Crimson Throne. Queen Ileosa stood stunned for a few moments, whispered something to Sabina, and then quickly turned to flee into Castle Korvosa, Sabina and a dozen guards behind her covered her retreat. The remaining guards in the courtyard moved to apprehend Blackjack, but the gathered nobles, thirsty for blood, made it difficult to move. At the same time, the executioner recovered from his wounds and lifted his axe once again over Blackjack, who seemed to have momentarily forgotten the man in his apparent delight at having forced the queen to flee.
It was then our group burst into action. Henric quickly called Blackjack back to focus while Zarian interupted the swing of the executioners axe with his hammer. Illendrian capitalized on the situation and dove into the executioner driving his shoulder into the man’s back from behind. Valek managed to impede a group of guards as they worked their way towards to execution block.
Blackjack quickly dragged Trinia behind him and clambered up a hanging banner to a nearby wall, Trinia scampered behind. As the two reached the wall, he swiftly drank a potion of feather fall, bowed to the crowd while back lit by the setting sun. He then bowed to the PCs in particular, and he raised his rapier in salute to them before he and Trinia leapt from the wall to make their
escape into the city.
Thinking quickly the group made use of a thunderstone and some alchemy bombs to create the diversion they needed themselves in order to escape.