Learned Counsel
Barrister Silk “The Silk”
Ládipọ̀ Ògúndèjì
The most flamboyant advocate in the Republic, who never uses one word where nine will do. Defended Eseosa in the trial of the (only) century, won half his argument, lost his client, and calls it a triumph.
- Tribe
- Isa-Brown
- Age
- Adult rooster
- Laying status
- Not applicable
- Favourite food
- Whatever is served at another bird's expense
The story so far
Ládipọ̀ 'Silk' Ògúndèjì arrived at the Fence Line trial with a fan, a flourish, and an opening address so long the court broke for feed before he reached his first point. He is the Republic's most famous lawyer chiefly because he says so, loudly, at every opportunity, and because no one else has wanted the title badly enough to argue.
His defence of Eseosa became the great show of the season. Buried under a great many long words was a sharp point: that the heat and the crowded roost were as much to blame as his client, and that a coop built to fail should share the verdict. The court agreed with half of it, which he has since called 'a complete and historic vindication.'
He lost his client to exile and gained a reputation, which by his own accounting is the better trade. He is available, at length, for your next dispute over a perch.
Life events
9 August 2026
Enter the Silk
Every bird deserves a defence, even this one, and Eseosa got a famous one. Barrister Silk swept in with a fan under one wing and a title in front of his name, the flashiest advocate the Republic has ever produced, a rooster who has never in his life used one word where nine would do. He looked around the little shade court, decided it was beneath him, and announced he would take the case anyway. Whatever else this trial was going to be, it was not going to be boring.
9 August 2026
The trial of the (only) century
Silk called it 'the trial of the century.' There had, in fact, only ever been the one trial, but nobody felt like correcting him while he was enjoying himself so much. Kola Quill filled five straight front pages before a single witness had said a single word, and the Coop Times sold out at the trough each morning. Underneath all the spectacle a real question was waiting, but for a whole week the spectacle was winning.
12 August 2026
Three words
Barrister Silk gave the performance of his life, an argument so long the court broke for feed not once but twice, and buried inside all those words was a point sharp enough to land: the heat and the crowding were as guilty as his client. The court was still turning that over when Eseosa, who had not spoken in weeks, asked to speak. She said three words. 'I am sorry.' The shade went very, very quiet. The Chief Justice said she would rule the next day, and for once nobody rushed her.
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