[Ithaqua opens his mouth to talk, before blinking and closing his mouth, brow furrowing as he looks at the young wizard. When he realizes he knows that magical signature, surprise is all over his face before he clears his throat and schools his expression.]
Since you dislike bloodshed, [which he grumbles over but will relent,] then make it so he'll never be able to perform any of his old duties ever again.
He has delusions of grandeur-- the worst punishment to mete out to someone like that is to allow them to continue living in society, but remove all their ability to influence it. To interact with it. Ruin his reputation that the West shall consider him an everlasting shame even when he's dead and gone.
Remove his ability to speak, perhaps. Certainly, remove his ability to create machines ever again.
[Then he dispels his outfit, and returns to his normal fare-- though missing the stilts because he wasn't wearing them when the manor collapsed.]
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Since you dislike bloodshed, [which he grumbles over but will relent,] then make it so he'll never be able to perform any of his old duties ever again.
He has delusions of grandeur-- the worst punishment to mete out to someone like that is to allow them to continue living in society, but remove all their ability to influence it. To interact with it. Ruin his reputation that the West shall consider him an everlasting shame even when he's dead and gone.
Remove his ability to speak, perhaps. Certainly, remove his ability to create machines ever again.
[Then he dispels his outfit, and returns to his normal fare-- though missing the stilts because he wasn't wearing them when the manor collapsed.]