Axuul (axe-ool)

A crowd of silent onlookers gathered in Axuul's Plaza, waiting in anticipation for the grim priest of Axuul to read his judgment. The final result of judgements being read by an acolyte of the Imperial god of death typically have an unsurprising final result for the judged. Though, despite this, such readings never fail to draw a crowd of spectators curious to see how this gruesome façade of "Imperial Justice" will play out. The Axuulite raised his hand, hushing the already deathly quiet crowd. The uneasy silence as broken by the faint but distinct rattling of chains as four Imperial Phanglati escorted a haggard balding dwarf up to the central platform. He was then brought into a position behind the priest, where the Phanglati forced him to his knees and bound the chains attached to his wrists taught in such a manner that left his arms are completely outstretched. The prostate dwarf's heavy breathing could be heard over the crowd as his escorts retreated from the platform. Once they were out if sight of view, the priest finally began his recitation.
"For the theft of goods belonging to Great House Xeryn, and maleficence resulting in the deaths of fourty-one loyal servants of the empire, Serogod deems that Braxus Xerod must pay for his crimes with, death. It is also the wish of Axuul that this mans death be of use to The Empire, therefore he is sentenced to death, via consummation"
A murmur echoed through the crowd as the priest finished his recitation and turned towards the poisoner, who had no choice but sit there in stoic indignation as the cloaked figure reached out to him. Braxus, trying to keep his composure in his final moments, let out a grunt as a pale thumb was pressed into his forhead, burning a binding rune into it. Imperials, for reasons that should be obvious, are much more talented than us at necromantic magics, so this normally complex binding took but a moment, after which the death priest quickly departed from the platform. In his stead came the four phanglati, with undead thralls in tow. They marched to surround Braxus in perfect, well practiced synchronization, and in a single moment, loosed the bindings on their thralls.
Braxus' composure broke.
-'An Account of Imperial Customs' By Hysinin Fylond, Grand Lorekeep of Dol' Ingros (cca 703 P.C.)