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    [Navigators] Expulsion Ceremony

    Postby Goetic Priest » Wed Dec 05, 2018 7:47 pm

    Alfred Priestly, recently re-elected as the President of the Conference, was charged with the solemn duty of conducting the expulsion ceremony of John Babbit, the previous president who was discovered to be a saboteur. The man was sitting on the docks, hands bound behind him. Alfred and the other family leaders lifted him up and tossed him into a small dingy. They poured a barrel of fish guts onto the dingy. Alfred read some prepared remarks,

    "As duly elected president of the conference, I must enforce the will of said conference, which represents our families. Our families are built on trust, not blood. When one of us breaks that trust, it harms us all. You have behaved shamefully and have no place in your family, or any of our families. You are cast out from the Community and you shall never return. Our Queen has prepared a final and permanent punishment for you."

    Kizzy was standing back, watching the family leaders do their thing, but when Alfred mentioned her the crowd parted. "Thank you, Alfred. John Babbit, you are a condemned man. Your soul is rotten. All who come across you will know just how rotten your soul is," her eyes went white as she began a demonic chant, " Po ou se kounye a ki mouye. Luten ou pèmanan. And so it is done. The smell of rotten fish guts will sink into your skin. Forever!"

    Alfred then cut the dingy loose, letting it drift towards whatever fate had in store for John Babbit.
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