Trenchport Courthouse

The Trenchport Courthouse stands as a monument to justice in name only. Its towering stone columns and austere architecture project an image of law and order but inside, the scales of justice are anything but balanced. This is where the city's elite wield the law like a weapon, bending it to serve their own interests while the powerless are crushed beneath its weight.

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Judges, once sworn to uphold justice, are little more than pawns in the city’s sprawling network of corruption. Many owe their black robes to political favors and backroom bargains, and their rulings reflect the debts they carry. Verdicts are not decided by evidence or truth but by who can pay the highest price. For the wealthy and well-connected, the courtroom is a place where crimes are erased and reputations are polished. For everyone else, it’s a conveyor belt leading straight to ruin.

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Prosecutors and defense attorneys play their parts in the farce, some out of greed, others out of fear. Deals are struck in shadowed chambers, charges reduced, cases buried, and witnesses silenced. Justice is not blind in Trenchport; she simply knows when to look the other way. Those who refuse to play along face professional ruin, or worse. The rare honest lawyer quickly learns that truth alone cannot win cases here.

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The holding cells beneath the courthouse tell their own story of a grim collection of those too poor or too powerless to buy their freedom. Innocents rot alongside the guilty, while those with the right connections walk free without ever seeing the inside of a cell. The walls echo with the voices of those who learned too late that the law is not their ally.

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At the heart of it all sits the Judge, a figure cloaked in an illusion of impartiality. In reality, the Judge is the ultimate broker of power within the courthouse, deciding which cases see daylight and which are buried forever. No decision of consequence is made without their knowledge or their blessing.

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In Trenchport, the Courthouse is not a beacon of justice. It is a fortress of corruption where the powerful twist the law to serve their needs and the weak are ground to dust beneath their heels. Here, justice is not a right; it’s a privilege reserved for those who can afford it.