Early Ikea

Stefan Kopinski

"Treason is treason - and no Court needs to decide this - the criminals shall hang!"
Pre-cut scaffolding came in kit form in easy-to-assemble pieces. The Viking carpenters were the first to bring the new system to the British Isles. Eleven poles sat erect upon a stage-like platform. The Sheriff would have been content with trees; but authority spoke far louder through a good show.

"You cannot execute monks,” the chief Ambassador sternly counselled.

"That as it may be, but this lot gave forfeit to the protection of their holy Order - and so, you have no argue with me concerning what I may or may not do with their sentences. You can join them if you prefer their point of view to mine."

The Ambassador sneered behind the Sheriff's back - he did not take well to being threatened.

The Sheriff Marc spun around and caught him on the nose - sticking a finger up inside each nostril, freakishly intimately, intimidatingly. Two black rays shot forth from his fingertips, directly up and into the brain. If you could have seen inside the Ambassador's head there was a black pungent vapour that wound around the interior, saturating his inner flesh.


He fell to the ground in a seizure of ecstasy. Opiates or ale could not have come par to the raptures that this poor man was spun into. From hereon the rest of his life became a shadow and he would hover like a dog towards Marc's power wantingly.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series