OK, this one will require a bit of work and I'll be quite busy tomorrow, so here is the case for November 3rd an hour early. Again I'm not sure if each case should be a separate thread, but given the volume of responses to the first two perhaps that is best? Mods, feel free to combine them if felt necessary...
Case 3: The Case of the Diabolical Pride
The Tribunal is protected by a moderately powerful Aegis of the Hearth. The magi sit among the ancient stones of Stonehenge, after a hard day deliberating on pressing matters. That pompous show off Henricius the Hammer (a Tytalan magi who deems himself "Exorcist in chief to the Tribunal", and who is renowned for his war on demons, and many Perdo Vim enchantments) is droning on about how he uncovered a coven of infernal witches in a small village in Norfolk, and destroyed them and banished a score of demons and a demon prince back to Hell. (You have all heard his boasts before -(he has Reputation (Order of Hermes) Demon-slayer 4, and Reputation: (Order of Hermes) crushing bore 5). Henricius has been talking for an hour when those of you near the Praeco hear him mutter quietly "Hell, won't someone shut him up?"
Just at that moment a flash of lightning in the distance attracts everyone's attention, apart from Henricius, who is still absorbed in his tale, mistaking bored indifference for rapt attention for all present. And then a noblewoman clad in a stunning gown of black samite rides up, her ivory skin offset by lustrous curls of pitch black hair, her dark eyes seemingly deep empty voids, yet strangely compelling. She leaps from her horse, and through the slit at the back of her dress her red devil's tail slips out, and alluringly curls around a shapely thigh, tip twitching like an annoyed cat. She stands just outside the Aegis and call out
"Praeco darling, I really need a word. Would someone be as good as to let a little She-devil in? I wish to bring charges against one known as Henricius, and I demand I am heard, and a cup of good wine, and a nice comfy lap to sit upon..." she giggles seductively "and above all, my hair is getting all messed up buy this wind, so let me in, and I'll make my case for justi--- vengeance. You know me well enough to know we never seek that other thing."
She smiles, and flashes a quick smile over lips as red as the ruby blood of babes, and licking her lips with her little forked tongue, adds if an after thought "I think that fine fellow" (with intense sarcasm) pointing at Henricius with an elegant finger and the tip of her prehensile tail "I think he deserves to be recognized for what he has done. So who will speak as my (and she laughs, in a manner both menacing and somehow cute), well, as my 'Devil's Advocate?'
Henricius stands up, grabs a wand tipped with a star ruby and clearly begins to cast a spell.
OK, what do you all do?