9 The Black Champion emerges...for Trial

Oh well, after a time there was nothing else for it but for me to be dragged off to the Temple of Tyr, some surfacer god of justice who is BLIND! some trial this would be! you see, they seemed to have twigged that someone in the acadamey had betrayed them...yah...and you didnt need to be a genius to guess why i was summoned to the Hall of Justice. The jig was up...gulp..I plotted upon how to escape my fate...nothing much presented itself. So in some back room of the temple were all these guys resting on mats as women tended them...and in this brothel of harlotry and depravity was ofcourse Fen-thicko the crossbow wielding elf and that Dester priest of the helmites...ha haa remember him from the stables! Thought that was the judge and jury lined up..tried in a brothel...an inglorious end to the dark-elven career of The Moon-Falcon bitch! Thats my elven title. So I hit upon a plan to offer them all a bribe of meshhashtoboro and pourduchlocation and went over to thicki who seemed to think i was a hero and I had to go see lady Aribeth the elf-concubine herself! Oh! Dester didnt think i was an ideal Black Champion...ahhh yeah..talk about the Blindo Hall of Tyr! hah ha! Threated to smash Dester's teeth in for calling me a whelpi or whippy-slut or something...some trial that was.