You are here now for the crime of stilling a magical device of war while murder.—Witnesses may speak". The scribe read aloud to the court. You are the subject. When the witnesses finish, they give you a rod and ask "Did you steal it?". "No" you answer, and your body turns on fire. "Where did you hide it"—You tell them. "Who helped you"—"No one". "Who sent you"—"No one". "Why did you steal it"— "I don't know". They investigate you for hours, and they bring your company too. "He is no more one of us," they say.
The sun is high, the guards walk you through the crowd. You are set into a guillotine, you ache from hearing the quilter for long minutes. Then finally the executioner comes forth, you close your eyes calmly, and he pulls the lever. And to their disappointment, you disappear.
What did the trial or the execution look like? Were you surrounded by wizards? Fairies who wish to turn you into magical dust? Giant spiders? Primitive Ewokes