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High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Lawrence Lambert on 01 July, 2020, 11:30:46 PM »
Lawrence listens to the two sides.  Picking up all the papers, he looks at the prosecutor and defendant, "I will review the documents and your statements and render my verdict soon."  With that Lawrence retires to his chambers to contemplate his decision.
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Flora Flanagan on 01 July, 2020, 07:34:14 PM »
Flora stood listening for quite some time as the Queen laid out her response in prosecution. Arms folded, Flora looked on with a stern, confident and slightly angry gaze though a shimmer of fear was also unmistakable. Settled on her submission, she was taken by surprise when posed questions in the prosecutions reply. Flora pursed her lips as the Queen finished, glancing about for a moment, before up toward the judge.

"M'honor, ye done 'eard it. Naer ya often hear such a many o' words ... but with so wee substance, aye."

Flora looks on before giving her response

"M'honor ..." Flora takes a deep breath, before resuming her slow pacing, side to side this time.

"Before I make me reply, I want ya ta know it be okay."

Flora smiles softly up at the judge, giving a little nod.

"It ain't be just me, standin' 'ere before ya. But all who stand watchin' I be sure. M'honor I dun be envyin' a man who have to take ye role, with yer own boss, master n' Queen as ta prosecution, aye. We all know no matter how ye feel, inside ya heart about me case, that to find me anythin' but straight guilty will likely see ya run up n' standin' right where I am tomorra'."

"This 'ere court be rigged 'arder 'n the ship I sailed in on, M'honor."

"But ... I want ye ta know, it be okay. M'honor I be young in me years it's true, but I be a lass of heart n' empathy. I'd not put ye in such a position should I ever have the graces to be served as a noble by such as ye. We all know ye gotta send me away, ta the dungeons, like so many mo' of ta helpless, ta lost, ta new, who be comin' before me. I don't envy ye, a family ta feed I'm sure n' a Queen ye daren't naer cross. I be a tough wee mite, aye so have no fear.

"M'honor, onta business n' let me say ta prosecution sure do love to present the accounts o' others, hearsay n' all in each n' every count. Nothin' presented before ye but written accounts, no eye witness. Further it be stuffs that I make contention be irrelevant ta the actually charge be laid 'ere taday, respect ta ye honors findin' of 'mostly overruled', aye."

"But with that firm in ye wise mind, M'honor, I ask ta be allowed to return the same. Ye know since I made sail south ta London for ta very hearin' we conductin' today, I be hearing words spoke on ta ship, M'honor. N' then in ta streets .... n' even today, in ta back o' ta court, aye. Whispers o' a Queen of wee lil mercy, aye. One o' vanity n' in ta words o' some, even villiany. M'honor I dunno if ta be true, n' naer make such a claim unlike ta prosecution, but as I plan ta show ye the Queen's evidence in fact ain't so, n' farther ta that I want ye ta know I heard word o' ta street... o' many such as I ... sent up ta White Tower n' naer ta be seen again. M'honor I know ye be screamin' on ta inside, despite ye outward calm, ta be free o' the curse of what ye master be puttin' ye through, aye. A man o' honor, puttin children, ta homeless, ta helpless behind bars while ta Queen glare o'er ye shoulde."

"But I look at ye M'honor n' I sees no pomp, no ceremony, aye. Not a man of ego though be one o' stout ta be sure. Practical man, who understand ta struggle o' the average lass. I not be holdin' taday against ye. Just so ye know, aye. Ye do ye duty n' keep yeself safe, I'll do ta time n' let it be a sacrifice for all ta others come before me, n' all those who be yet ta come after, inta the clutches o' that Queen, her sheep scam strongmen, and ultimately ta White Tower itself. Aye. Ye must fight ta sleep at night already I naer be ta kinda lass ta make it 'arder still."

Flora coughs. Her warm smile toward the judge switches back to a stern glare which she casts about the court before upward.

"But M'honor before I make reply most directly ta ta prosecution's questions. Ye need take inta account one fact farther. That all this, n' even these questions, be based offa evidence she tendered. I was gonna let it go, aye. Figured ye honor in ya wisdom would be spottin' it yeself, but just in case ..."

Flora points out that none of the accounts or evidence given show dates, times or even locations

"M'lord, naer just one, but all ta evidence tendered taday by ta prosecution comes nae only without witness, but without date, time nae even location. M'honor anyone of these accounts is useless taday, unnamed, uncomfirmed n' vague at ta best. How ye honor can even accept such flimsy evidence be beyond me wee head, but if ya do I still want ta noted for ta record. Let it be seen ta evidence be bogus! Not that I deny ta claim o' carryin', but let ta court see ta lack o' credibility in every bit o' the prosecutor n' 'err case, includin' ta evidence itself."

"Defence asked ta court ta rule all prosecution evidence unsubmittable, aye."

Flora reaches inside her ragged dress once more, pulling out a small copy of text, scrawled by someone for her on a piece of ripped scroll.

Unable to read, Flora holds the paper aloft.

Flora holds some writing aloft, showing a highlighted section

"By ye own laws, M'honor, it state ta raw resources be a crime ta extract. T'was near a raw resource, M'lord rather a pet. Livin' creature. I again ask ta court move ta dismiss ta charge on a further ground o' ta land 'n beasts I was sold, ta I naer even wanted, don't naer constitute ta raw resource in any reasonable context, aye. Ye laws done 'err poorly n' that not be my fault. Prosecution must show ta sheep ta be a raw resource n' that a form o' extraction was takin' place."

"How 'err ye wanna look at ta situation, I want ye ta know I sent meself broke tryin' ta make ta farm work ta see if I coulda even meet ta Queens demands. From ta hay, to more n' lets not be forgettin' ta hunnerd silver I pay for me scam license! I canna see in anywee, how ta crown has lost out in this deal. Only person ta suffer be me, me pocket n' now even me person as I stand 'ere taday. n' now even me sheep, after one o' the crowd 'ere slipped me word one o' me sheep has passed taday. Nae doubt since I be stuck 'ere unable ta feed n' now too broke ta anyways."

Flora opens her nearly-empty purse for the court

"What be next, ye be tellin' me I be lucky notta be charged on animal cruelty too??" Flora scowls. "Look what ye doin' 'ere taday!"

"Ta Queen make claims it's be unusual ta be wanderin' ta wharves o' her fine city. Seem ta me she not a so proud o' her city, ta not break bread on ta wharves with ta common man, aye. It ain't be so unsual, up north there ya see ta King make mingles all ta time. She was there, on ta wharf. How else she deliver ta scroll ta a homeless lass? It be my word again 'errs, n' I ask ta court ta look inta me eyes n' ask yeself who do ye trust mo'?  Ta crazy wharf lady, makin' dungeon soup o' the new folk ta ta land, stalkin' ta streets o' ta night, harass n' make threats. Or ta wee lil lass from up north with ta big heart, 'onest hand n' true spirit?"

Flora turns her gaze directly to the Queen.

"Ta prosecution, ye ask o' questions n' here be ye first. Nobody askin' me ta go nowhere, I made travel south nae knowin' where I'd make end. Ship was set ta stop 'ere anyways n' I 'eard some good things about London, 'specially ta trade. Market n' some o' the people. 'nough opportunities right there, aye."

"Ta ye second of questions. It kinda makes o' no sense in some ways, I told ye ta opportunities I dropped by ta seek or smell. I told ye I dun know why I be carryin' ta axe, ye ta one who seen me first with it, asleep on ta dock. But I do know I be usin' it before I board 'n Carrik, aye. So either I held onto it ta whole way n' naer even knew, or either ye or ta sailors planted it."

Flora sighs.

"Annnnd ta bucket. I been tellin' ye already I had ta relief meself. Ye want me ta get into ta details? Ye nobles naer seen a lass do 'err business, what kinda place this be ta bring up a child o' charges n' grill 'err on her toilet 'abits. I dun thought I 'eard it all, but nae. I keep me bucket, n' me axe mind, in me wagon normally. It's pulled by a wee ass, as opposed ta a big ass. Ta kind ye seem ta have 'round 'ere."

Flora looks to the judge, offering a shrug.

"Dunno what more ta say, aye. Do what ye gotta do."

((OOC: You'll be glad to know that my character giving her version of past events does not constitute "god modding", regardless whether or not it's an accurate or honest account of those event, or wether or not your character agrees with it. ))
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Elizabeth Plantagenet on 01 July, 2020, 03:21:27 PM »
The Queen sat full of grace and poise at the table designated for the prosecution. Her expression and demeanor were regal and reserved except for two noticeable moments. When Flora claimed that the Queen of England had accosted her on the docks of London in the middle of the night and had implied something rather nasty about what that might mean, Elizabeth’s eyebrow slowly inched up into an expression of incredulousness. What manner of person said such things about the leader of an allied kingdom? Within seconds, however, the corner of her mouth had turned upward into an amused smirk. The playacting of the young woman in this matter was a marvel to behold and Elizabeth could be forgiven for wondering if the young woman might have had an ulterior motive outside of defending the indefensible. Nevertheless, she sat silently, making a few marks now and then on a sheet of parchment until the defendant was done with her…defense.

Elizabeth glanced at the paper one last time and then rose to stand before the court. Her voice was even and measured with a hint of the amusement she had felt earlier.

“Brava, brava!” she said, looking directly at the defendant with a smile and then turning back towards the judge and the other attendants in the court room. “The defendant spins a fine yarn for the court today, but, alas, a yarn is all that it is. The defendant began her statement claiming that, for reasons which are impossible to imagine, I was somehow on the London docks in the middle of the night and accosted her as she was ever so innocently entering our kingdom with an illegal tool. I cannot say if this is an intentional fabrication or if there was indeed some person wandering around muttering about tools on the pier that night. What I can say is that it is preposterous to claim that the Monarch of England was anywhere near the place at that time or would have acted or spoken in any comparable fashion and there are more than sufficient witnesses to that effect.”

“As the court has previously seen by way of written evidence, the defendant received a written letter with the warning about her initial violation of the law and how to avoid violating that law again. At no point did I ever approach this woman nor speak with her face to face before the trial today. Any statement to the contrary is a complete falsehood.”

Elizabeth took a few steps, more than comfortable speaking in front of a crowd.

“Your Honor, the defendant questions what the crime might be in carrying a gathering tool (such as an axe or bucket) and claims that the kingdom would have to prove intent in order for her to be found guilty. I refer all present to the laws listed earlier which govern resource theft prevention, section 2b of the kingdom’s law codex, and resource theft, section 2a. There is no mention of intent being necessary in either section. It matters little what anyone’s intent is in carrying a tool suitable for gathering or in taking the precious and limited resources of the kingdom. The mere act of doing so in either case is sufficient to prove guilt under the law.”

“The defendant also claims that a sign she supposedly could not read somehow confused her in its wording such that she believed she could purchase a single sheep and that it was perfectly legal with no regard for law or respect for a neighboring kingdom. So which way was it? Could she read and the sign confused her or could she not and would have had no way to be confused by any sign in Norfolk? Curious.”

“The law is perfectly clear in terms of stating that permission is necessary for the extraction of resources. Sheep, cattle, pigs, and bees are resources vital to the survival of the kingdom just as much as any raw ore or timber might be. By purchasing a ranch, even if she did nothing further with it, the defendant was easily proven to have kept a sheep ranch out of the hands of an English citizen without permission thus illegally extracting a resource. Even more puzzling, she neglected to explain why she would have bothered to purchase an English sheep at all when sheep are so abundant in Scotland. Though, if she uses her milking bucket to relieve herself, I can easily see why she might think that the milk in her homeland was suspect. A bit of vinegar and water for the cleaning of the bucket and a proper privy would see that right as rain.”

“Finally, the defendant claims that she was very nearly swindled into purchasing a sheep ranch and that the kingdom has attempted to extort a poor, wee child. On the contrary, let the record show that England’s restraint in this matter has been nigh on to legendary. Carrying the axe was illegal, carrying the bucket was illegal, and purchasing the sheep ranch was illegal. It would have been well within the rights of the kingdom to bring the defendant up on three charges instead of one. At every opportunity, she was given sufficient warning, had the laws explained to her, and then offered a way to avoid being in the courtroom today at all. The deal offered was far more generous than the law prescribes and would have seen her given not only the wool but also paid the prevailing price for the milk so that she would have regained the value she had already put into the ranch and so that one so young might learn a lesson without being unduly harmed. Had she been the least bit cooperative, we would not be standing before Your Honor hearing a court case and the defendant was informed that it was our dearest wish to avoid this eventuality. It is only her stubborn refusal to work with or converse with the kingdom amiably at all that has resulted in this trial.”

“The prosecution must sadly request, based on the evidence seen and presented today, that this court find Flora Flanagan guilty and that she face the penalties listed in the law for her actions. Additionally, the prosecution has two lingering questions to be answered by the defendant:”

1) Flora, in your letter to the palace, you mention that you were told England was a land of great opportunity and that is true. Happily, it is. For English citizens and those friends and neighbors who deal with the kingdom respectfully. You were previously asked in the final letter sent to you and chose not to answer so I will ask again. Who was it that told you to come to England to seek “opportunities”?
2) You mentioned in your letter that you came to England for a visit. A visit does not require the wielding of an axe, the purchase and use of a milking bucket, or the purchase of sheep and land. Would you please detail for the court precisely which “opportunities” you came to England to avail yourself of that were not in direct violation of the law and that could not be found in Scotland?

“Thank you, Your Honor. The prosecution rests.”

***(OOC: For future reference, no permission has been given to god mod my character into doing or saying anything that she has not actually done. Please ask permission before writing that my character has done anything that I have not personally said or shown she has done. Thank you!)
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Lawrence Lambert on 01 July, 2020, 01:37:30 PM »
The judge listens to both the prosecution and the defense.  Hearing the defendant ask to throw evidence out, the judge takes a second look at the evidence the prosecution gave and said, "The defendant's objection to some of the evidence is denied as the evidence in question is relevant both to the sequence of events that has led up to this trial and to the information required to determine this case."

"The trial will continue with the prosecution's closing arguments."
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Flora Flanagan on 30 June, 2020, 05:38:20 PM »
Arriving somewhat late, but seemingly within the prescribed limits of tolerance, Flora makes her way into the court chamber late in the afternoon. She's led into the room, shuffling along while glancing to either side at those gathered. Some in the people gathered may be confused for a moment, this was surely a child. Flora stood barely five feet in height, skinny and clearly somewhat emaciated she wears nothing but simple, worn shoes and a dress that today is little more than a rag. Extremely long red hair somewhat unkempt, with a hasty braid visible. The young girl glares upward, unimpressed as she stands in place listening to the prosecutions charge.

Flora arrives at court

Flora listens quietly and respectfully, though clearly disinterested as the Queen lists details of the case and charge, raising an eyebrow occasionally while appearing to take mental note of some of the Queen's comments.

As the listing comes to it's end, Flora notices numerous eyes turn to her. It must be her turn to speak.

"M'lords, M'ladies! I make apologies for me lateness, aye I be Flora Flanagan. Traveled south from up north, stopped by Narfuk ta gather some evidence. I gots nothin' ta hide n' much ta explose, aye."  Flora says with a chirp, while keeping a stern expression.

"Ya hear o' the tale from this one tha be tha Queen. Ya hear of the charges n' now be me turn ta take ta stand, ah."

"I ask ya make good n' bear with me. I be breakin' me submissin' inta two parts, aye. Firstly, m'lord Judge ...

Flora looks toward the Judge, before producing two small scrolls from within her ragged dress. One seems to be the summons she was send in Lothain, the other a copy of the court listing from outside the room, taken from the wall.

Flora indicates her charge, asking for anything irrelevant be stricken from the court transcript or judge's consideration

"Ya dun gone hear a lot by that Queen, aye. A lot that nah be o' relevance ta what we here ta resolve taday, m'lord. As ye canna see, I be here taday, by me own recognisince ta answer ta charge ta ye summon me on. That be ta all, notin' mo, notin' less, aye. Defence moves to have ta comments and allegations regardin' the carryin' of stuff n' anythin' unrelated ta ta charge stricken from the record of this court proceedin' n' disregarded by ya honor, aye. "

"This Queen be tryin' ta tarnish me record n' me good name befare this court n' them present. I ain't charged with no carryin' o' stuff, so ya character assasinatin' ain't got no place in a court o' true justice, aye. M'lords, M'ladies, I barely gotten started, ah n' ya can already see how they be stackin' the case dishonestly."

Flora coughs, awaiting the Judge's response and looking up expectantly. However he responds, Flora continues her testimony shortly after.

"I first have ya know I not be o' age, aye. What sart o' system bring a child n' one o' me age up like this? M'lords, M'ladies, M'honour I ask ye keep firm in ya mind during ta proceedin's that ya lookin' at the dealin's of a child, aye. M'Honor, defence feels me age should be a mitigatin' factor in whatever outcome ye find fit. Thank ya."

Flora nods, placing her hands behind her back she lowers her head and begins pacing a slow, gentle circle.

"So 'tis, I begin. M'lords, M'ladies, M'honor. I be comin' from a humble background, aye. From up north in Lothain, I be o' no fixed address. That be right, homeless, aye."  Flora looks down at her ragged dress with a sigh. "As if that ain't bein' hard enough. A child, n' a homeless one ta boot."

Flora glances up with large eyes and a helpless expression, before returning to a stern gaze, pacing around and around.

"Tryin' to git somewhere, aye. I was. But up in Lothain ya find the trainin' grounds ain't got no stock, and ta store sometimes run low. Markets not much better. Don't get me wrong, aye 'tis home n' all but I be young n' need opportunities, travel n' this kinda thing. Not easy, ya see I canna actually read nar write. I be illiterate..."

Flora pauses, glancing up to check for gasps in the crowd.

"Ya see, not all of us come up in ta ivory towers like ya nobles, ah. I dunna know a word of English. Ye know, like pre'much everyone, except ye lot. Canna understand the writin' meself. How in heck can I be aware of laws n' rules when I canna even read 'em. M'honour, Defence gonna move at ta end of this to dismiss ta charge purely on the basis I canna read, n' ye all needa be more considerate n' understandin' ta ta workin' class, aye. Not ta mention ta tourists."

"Defence gonna show ye how n' illiterate child, far from home n' puttin' her hopes inta a foreign land was harassed, stalked, threatened, n' possibly even worse 'cus I dunno what that Queen be doin' while I was sleepin', but we gonna get ta that, aye..."

"T'was me first time travellin', aye. Dirty ol' ship from up north, I came down n' it took a couple o' days because I was very tired from ta stuff I was doin' prior. Fell clean 'sleep on the way. Aye, it be true I was cuttin' down wood earlier before me journey. Up thar in Carrik, aye. I was still carryin' ta logs in me cart onboard. Well, ya see though I fell asleep, right before me made land in England."

Flora sighs, looking downward...

"Canna only be thankful I not get assaulted by ta creepy men on ta boat. Fact quite ta opposite. Despite me bein' fast asleep when we made land, the lovely lads picked me up n' put me ashore, right onta ta wharf. n' there I laid, M'lords, M'ladies ... unconscious n' unawares I even be in England, aye."

"THEN I SEEN IT!!" Flora yells, spinning around fast with a dramatic expression on her face.

"She hadda crazy eyes, aye. This woman looked like she was out fa blood. I naer seen nothin' like it before, I'dda think she be a crazy homeless lady for it not the dress n' crown. She make eyes at me like I was dinner, if not for her then clearly her tax coffers, aye. I dunno how long she been thar, or what she do ta me, but suddenly she started carrying on, shoutin' in me face. 'Ye be carryin' ta axe, in England! Ya make break o' the laws!!'"

Flora recoils, reenacting her shock.

"I dunno I even was in England, n' axe??"

Flora looks down at her hand.

"Aye, I dunno whether I was still clutching it, for ta whole time I be asleep, of if maybe ta sailors .. or even ta Queen had put it in me hand, but sure enough, there it was ..."

"By ta Queen's own testimony, I be asleep and unable ta be responsible fa me own actions at ta time o' the incident'"

Flora presents the Queen's own evidence to show she was unconscious & unaware at the time the crime is alleged

Flora points to the Queen.

"But I still dinna know ta trust her or not, aye. Surely no real Queen would make treatin' a guest, a child, an illiterate, a homeless victim o' the worst of life's miseries, like this. This musta be a joke, maybe she is some homeless vagabond, I dunno? She made a good find in one o' the Queen's ol' dresses in the London trashheap maybe. Anycase, I think nothin' of it n' slip me axe away, gather me stuff n' was off thinkin' nothin' more of it. A bad impression o' London, aye but not ta end of ta world."

Flora continues her animated testimony

"Pretty much ta same deal with the pot she done shown ya a bit after, too. 'cept I ws just bustin' ta relieve m'self, not lookin' ta gather nothin'. Prodsecution canna prove that I was out ta cut wood any more n' they can show me intent was to fill ta bucket with anythin' but me own excrement, ya'honor."

"What be ta crime in that? Ya prefer I do me business in ye street? What kinda a place get laws for carryin' bucket, but not for poopin' in ta streets? Defence moves ta city take a long 'ard look at itself in one o' them many fancy mirrors ta Queen no doubt got, aye."

"So all ta harassment by ta Queen done run me outta London. I took ta ta roads north, headin' home. Lonely n' despondent. I come across tha place tha call Narfuk, I take a while ta rest. Not a crime, aye?"

Flora thinks back, sighing with a dissapointed tone...

"Lonely, M'lords, M'ladies, M'honor. That what I was, aye. Ye say ye got laws from procurin' recourses, n' ye say that be what a sheep be. But ta me tha sheep was ta be a pet. Ya gotta prove intent ta lay a charge o' crime, n' me intent was ta buy a pet, not resources."

"n' here come the important bit... here come the bit where ya see I feel to the scam o' England, aye. That Queen runnin' quotas maybe, or just a gambit in desperate time tryin' a tax ta heck outta any who make dare come through tha land o' England."

Flora gives a wry, stern smile and pulls forth a small stencil of a sign rolled up inside her dress, along with a second...

Flora shows the government sign clearly states she would be purchasing a license
Not land, nor even animals...

"As ye canna see, me intent was ta buy a sheep. One .. single ... sheep. Not as a resource, nay, but a pet. N' ye own city o' Narfuk salesman n' government signage led me astray. Firstly, this give ta impression that, despite ye laws that I canna read anyway, one can purchase a license no matter n' then be legal to own animals. It dont present no other context in ta contract, nor in ye laws."

"So ye see, even if I could read ye laws, ye own words 'ere give ta impression I can undertake this activity legally with ta purchase of this license. So I did so, aye. Got me license, n' I was legal. Salesman dun say nothin' ta ta contrary. Then he hands me not a sheep, but ... another bit o' paper..."

"Turns out what I just bought wasn't no sheep. It wasn't even a license, as advertised. It was a bit o' land and not one, but FIVE sheep!"

Flora gasps, eyes wide reenacting her shock at the time.

"Aye, how was I gonna handle this?? I been hoodwinked! Swindled! If not by ta crown itself then by ye salesman n' signage!"

"Was not long after this I get the scroll come in from ta Queen. I could be readin' it 'cus I'm illiterate, so I had me friend in Lothain read it out fa me, n' also the replies to ta Queen 'long with the scroll ye see here in ta court up above ye. I canna read and when ta queen give me her ultimatum n' deal I had no one ta read it fa me. Eventually I did, n' by that time it'd been a good day or two, aye. I travelled south ta Narfuk, I dunno if I have what it takes ta make a farm work n' meet ta Queens deal."

"Long days o' travel ensued n' I finally get ta Narfuk. I find it takes o' heap o' hay, time n' effort to make good on a farm, aye. A farm I naer asked for! A farm I was swindled inta! A farm ta Queen now stood over me after her henchmen made me buy it, forcing me by threat ta now work it, for her benefit even after her coffers done taken me hunnerd silver for the license!"

Flora spins around, expecting reactions of shock.

"Outrageous, aye! And with that, ta defence rests it's case. I had naer no intent to break laws, dun even know I was carryin' bad stuff cus I was ASLEEP! Dunno the laws cus I am ILLITERATE. And got taken 'vantage of by that Queen n' her salesmen, lookin' to buy a pet, NOT resources, aye. n' gettin' sold somethin' that weren't even advertised n' that was beyond me meagre ability to manage. I was hampered in me contact with ta Queen due to me illiteracy n' not havin' many friends. I asked the court move to find me not guilty n' dismiss all charges."

Flora nods, folding her arms.
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Elizabeth Plantagenet on 30 June, 2020, 03:50:52 PM »
The Queen rose from the prosecution’s desk and approached the front of the court room where Justice Lambert was presiding. She inclined her head to the Justice as she arranged a number of pieces of evidence on easels for display. When she had finished, she turned so that she might address the judge and the defendant.

“Your Honor, the case before us today is a simple one though it pains me to be forced to present it to the court. England’s laws are very clear that all foreigners are forbidden to take the resources of the kingdom without proper permission. These laws include all of the resources of England. For the benefit of all present, the specific wording of the laws is as follows:”

Section 2a - Resource Theft - No raw resources can be extracted by foreigners in English lands without permission being granted by the Sovereign or the related Vassal. If found guilty the person will have a jail time of 2 days and a fine of 400 silver coins for each gathering action. All extracted raw resources have to be given back to the Kingdom as compensation. The offense can be combined with the "Section 7 - Attack on Kingdom Security and Prestige" offense in severe cases. [Classification C-Severe crime, target: everyone, prison term: 0-2 days, fine: up to 400sc]

Section 2b - Resource Theft Prevention - Any foreigner equipping a tool suitable for gathering resources is strictly required to un-equip it in crossing English borders. The offense can be combined with the "Section 2a Resource Theft" offense. [Classification A - Administrative offense, target: foreigner people, prison term: 0 days, fine: up to 200sc]

Section 7 - Attack on Kingdom Security and Prestige - Whoever, by means of words, acts, omissions of due acts or in any form of expressions affects the security and peaceful coexistence in the Kingdom in some way or exposes it to external threats or damages its international prestige is considered an Attack on Kingdom Security and Prestige. Individuals found guilty will be punished by imprisonment for up to 3 days and a fine up to 1000 silver. The offense can be combined with the "Section 8 - High Treason" offense in severe cases. [Classification D-Capital Offense, target: everyone, prison term: 0-3 days, fine: up to 1000sc]

“On June 16th of this year, Flora Flanagan was reported to have entered the city of London carrying an axe. This alone is a violation of English law. However, as London is not a wood region and as Flora’s experience in affairs of this world was suspected to be brief (OOC: game age), it was decided that she would be given a thorough warning with the hope that she would abide by the laws going forward and no further action would be necessary. An artist’s depiction of a firsthand account of her presence in London and her possession of the aforementioned axe may be seen in the first piece of evidence:”

“Upon learning of the infraction, I promptly sent a letter to Flora that detailed her violation and gave instructions to put her axe away while she was in England and to not attempt to gather, chop, or mine any English resource while she was visiting. A copy of the letter written in my own hand may be seen in the second piece of evidence:”

“Flora did not respond to the first letter, however she did put her axe away as witnessed by our brave watchmen and so I dearly hoped that the matter would be at an end. Unfortunately, on June 21, 5 days after the initial violation and the warning letter, Flora was seen once more in England. Upon inspection, the kingdom’s tax ministers reported that Flora had purchased a sheep ranch in the county of Norfolk and had been spotted carrying a bucket suitable for the milking of sheep. I present to the court a copy of the tax minister’s report faithfully copied from the kingdom’s own ledgers as well as a portrait from a firsthand account of Flora on that same day with a bucket in hand.”

“Knowing that Flora had already received a warning letter, a second letter notifying her of the new infraction was sent promptly from the palace by royal messenger. A copy of which I present to the court:”

“The kingdom’s law ministers and local enforcement officers were notified of the potential situation. We all hoped for a swift and satisfactory answer. However, the following letter was received from Flora:”

“Suffice to say, Flora had to have read the first letter concerning the axe sufficiently to understand to put the axe away and, therefore, she must also have been able to understand the very simple explanation that foreigners are not allowed to take the resources of England without proper permission. Subsequently, she responded to the second violation letter in writing and so must have read and understood it as well since she is seen to specifically mention the axe as well as the purchase of the sheep ranch.”

“While the defendant immediately made flimsy excuses for her behavior when she knew very well that she was breaking the law, still yet the law ministers and I hoped that she would be cooperative and agree to a settlement in order to avoid a court case. A third and final letter was sent from the palace spelling out in no uncertain terms the relevant laws, that simply asking permission might have avoided the entire incident, that Scotland has two counties that both contain sheep and yet the defendant inexplicably chose to come south to England for resources anyway, that laws similar to those in England may be found in many kingdoms of the world, and that the second violation had been a step too far. Flora was offered a very generous deal to avoid prosecution and was given 24 hours to respond to that offer or to face trial. Sadly, the defendant did not respond to the offer. Instead, she continued to violate England’s laws by continuing to gather our resources and was subsequently caught in the act by our ever-vigilant watchmen.”

“And then also once more carrying the bucket:”

“Your Honor, there is little more to add except that Flora Flanagan did knowingly and willfully violate the laws of the Kingdom of England even after being generously warned and given more than sufficient opportunity to cease her law breaking and make amends for the infraction. She has, unfortunately, been entirely unrepentant and so must answer before the law.”

The Queen nodded to the judge and walked back to her chair, taking a seat with pen in hand to listen to the defendant’s arguments.
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Visar Morina
« Last post by Lawrence Lambert on 30 June, 2020, 08:15:29 AM »
The Judge reviewed the terms and saw they were fulfilled and was happy an out of court settlement had been reached to end the trial. "Case dismissed with prejudice."  Banging his gavel, the Judge retired to his chambers.
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Lawrence Lambert on 30 June, 2020, 08:11:55 AM »
Judge Lambert looked out over the court and acknowledged that both the prosecution and the defense had shown up on time and he fainted.  When he came back to himself, he said, "Thank you both for being in my court." Turning to the Queen, "You may begin the prosecution."
Ile De France / Re: Lost and Found
« Last post by Euphemia Courcel on 30 June, 2020, 07:35:35 AM »
For all the complaints Euphemia could make about her life, which if pressed would be an impressive amount, one such complaint she could never make was that it was boring or stagnant! Just as she had approached the clothed mannequin to hesitently grasp at the sword she heard movement behind her. Whirling about on instinct she found Lucifel preparing and asking to duel her as if no time had passed. Perhaps he had his excuses, that he needed to see her time in captivity had not weakened her, but to her it all just felt like a desperate clinging to the old days and routines....such that they were.

Yet she too could not resist the unspoken invitation as her body haunched low to begin the fight.

"If you wanted me to help with your physique you only need ask," only for him would such a taunt carry a seductive edge as she closed the distance between them and their swords clashed. Back and forth the pair would go, Euphemia far more interested in finding excuses to get close to him than winning or losing the fight, but it was obvious whatever pains she had endured (and due to her carelessness plenty of those angry red scars would be evident during the fight) her physique and technical skills were perhaps only stronger for it and she fought the king like only she could: In a deadly dance both seductive and yet keeping him on his toes.
High Court of Justice / Re: The Trial of Flora Flanagan
« Last post by Elizabeth Plantagenet on 29 June, 2020, 03:00:20 PM »
The Queen had entered the court room with a small sheaf of papers bundled neatly in hand and had sat at the table designated for the prosecution. She had been mildly surprised to see the defendant in attendance. It was unusual these days for defendants to answer a summons at all, especially when they had refused to answer requests for out of court settlement only days earlier. Elizabeth turned her eyes to the judge and awaited her cue to begin the prosecution.
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