Sickest Court Ever - RPLOG
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Date
19/8/477
Log
Tis a sunny summer day, the sun shining brightly with only scattered clouds and the outside reaching towards ninety degrees F. Fortunately, the inside of the castle is kept cool and dry with subtle air and water magics, allowing people to work in comfort as they fill in the courtroom. The Good King presides on the highest chair, with the council of the people spread out around him. Mione stands nearby with a quill and pad, ready to do his job, along with several stout royal guard.
It was times like this Mirana really wished she had a proxy she could send in her place. But there was also a lot to be said for showing up in person. With a sigh she looks at the steps leading up toward the courts, carefully walking up them. The moment she'd heard there was something this severe happening anywhere on Promise, she was hopeful there was going to be a swift convening. Entering into the court, she slowly moves her way over and around to take a seat. She fiddles with her locket, feeling certain of her choices. She awaits a decleration that the floor is open, or what other concerns may be voiced.
Cassidy shuffles into the castle, dressed in her typical finery and hat, though she left her mask hanging from her hip out of respect for the time being. She moves off to settle into a seat near the rest of her kin, stifling a little yawn. She didn't have much to talk about herself, but she liked listening, usually. It was something to do at least, and to show her support and presence.
Cythim followes shorty as she went inside the castle. Wear a red overdress on top of a white underdress, she was wearing a hood bur removed it by respect. She searched around for a place where she could hear and see properly while she wondered what were the events that lead to this announcement.
As showing up wearing a plague mask might be considered to be 'in poor taste,' Thelergramor left it at home. Never one to wear finery, even though he has it, the wolf shows up in his torn, bloody coat. Good luck not getting turned away at the door, right? Knowing very little about, well, anything related to the king or his governing, Thel will likely have little to add. But, he was bored. And so, here he is. Heads in, or tries to.
The gavel is struck, "Court is now in session," speaks the Good King, appearing to be in fine health and spirit. "What is first on the docket today?" he asks, looking towards Mione.
"It has been proposed," speaks the rodent scholar, "That the crown officially recognize the sex and species of the fleshcrafted, for matters of lineage. The proposer has declined to argue their case personally."
Now there was something of interest! Mirana ponders a moment if that was about Jessica. A very strange thing if it was not. She had her own feeling about that. With a slight grunt she stands, looking over and cathcing Cythim walking in, Cassidy, and Thele. Looking back to the king and Mione, "Lady Mirana Solacious, my liege, if I may have the floor a moment?" She asks. After, she awaits being recognized before continuing.
Cassidy cants her head to the side. An interesting topic, to be sure. She folds her arms and looks over towards Mirana, waiting to hear her speak as she starts to start pondering her own assumptions as to the origin of the topic.
With a subtle nod from the king, Mione calls out, "The court recognizes Lady Mirana Solacious! Please step forward and be heard, m'lady."
She wonder to herself, "Fleshcrafting? Maybe that's related to the creators". As she was thinking about it, she cross her arms and notice Lady Mirana asking for an audience, and followed her with her eyes. As Mione called her out, she moved her regard toward the court, staying silent and waiting for what to come.
Thelergramor thinks he knows why this topic is important. Though, doesn't make much difference to him what comes of the discussion. Watches in silence, occasionally looking at other beings in the room.
Mirana shuffles her way out from infront of her seat, stepping forward. "This is quite the prospect, I must say, not one to be consitered lightly from any angle. I would speak for this passing and being recognized. We do not begrudge the union between those whom share love but are not traditional. I would take the bonding of Mazurek and Ixitixl. Both of whom are male, and bonded because of their love and a shared sacred family. Now, it may be asked why this is of importance? I myself am a Pheonix, and while I prefer the form I was born in, there is nothing to say that my lifebonded could have been another Pheonix. Mayhaps this being was born a mouse! Or born a feline! Let's also continue on that they would be willing to change themselves, to be a fox like myself, so should we be bonded it would be much easier recognised, and accepted. Should we deny that acceptance? This of course would not make such a being a noble in their own right, but a knight of course, but should that be denied them? And should we have children, should they be cast to the side? Now, I'm aware that some my discuss the debotchery that such a thing could lead to. Unsavory actions and impure intentions. This could well indeed be a very unusual case, but in such events, would we be right in denying a being whom they charish?" She asks, looking about, not only to King Good and Mione, but around to the court as well.
Cassidy listens quietly, nodding along. She had little to do with fleshcrafting, but matters of... Alternative union was certainly of concern to her, all things considered. So, she watches to see what kind of rebuttals might be made, and how.
"Very well said," speaks the Good King, "But this is not purely, or even largely, a matter of lifebonds. There have been non-traditional lifebonds for some time, between those fated to never concieve child. In many ways, it is very easy to reconcile, as the family line dies with them." He drums his fingers against the wood as he looks over the crowd, "But the new act of fleshcrafting changes things. A parrot can take on the form of a cat, and join the Longtails. Would, and should, such union be recognized? Would their children be entitled to all the rights and privileges of the noble house? How long before the Goods are met with courters taking on hippo form, hoping to get lucky?"
Cythim simply listened to Mirana, seeing in her mind the situation she described in her mind as best as she could. While she also agree to Mirana, she can't be helped but wonder about the comment of the Good King. The problem wouldn't be if it occured but what would occured if they joined the nobility or the royal family. Thinking that it isn't the proper time to speak, she simply stand still on her seat, waiting.
Elijah lumbers into the area of the court reserved for spectators of the common variety. "What did I miss?" he rumbles to someone nearby. The grizzly does nit really expect to understand much of the politics and policy, that 's what nobles were for, but he could not pass up an opportunity to see King Good in person!
Mirana nods and continues, "You speak with wisdom and elegance, my liege. I have not met many who suffer in the bonds of having a love who is not compatible to them, this is indeed quite rare. And your concerns are very much in line with such an unsavory act I had mentioned. Changing one's form to use love as a tool for political posturing, or to gain power undo." She stops a moment, thinking carefully, "I believe we already have a solution. If I bonded with a wolf from Cliffside, my bonded would certainly not be a noble in his, or her, own right. They would be made a knight, with little true say in anything. The best they could do is to try and sway my own say. And, if I'm of such a persuasion as my own mind is so easily turned, then there are many other ways this could be done! I am not so weak in my own thinking that this could be done. Should their children be entitled? To that I ask, should the children of a noble widow be entitled to such rights? The children of a noble widower? If my dear brother were to bond to one who was not noble, have children, and then fall in defence of our nation, should we push aside the one he charished and the children who survived him? I would think not, and would speak that yes, their children should be so entitled! But my liege makes a very good point, those with less the pure intentions could try to use this in very unpleasent ways. Perhaps a notery of sorts should be made, we already track the linage to the best of our abilities, of our noble beings, our royal and graceful kings, queens, and theirs. Would we be capable of keeping a notery of whom uses the Fleshcrafter, and for what? To be used as part of a check into one's lineage if so approprate?"
Thelergramor keeps his peace for the moment. Though, were he to say anthing, it would be that not all nobles are so hard to sway. Can't all be so sure in their decisions as Mirana suggested. Still, fleshcrafted bondings mean nothing to the wolf. Lineage and all that... Nobles are rediculous. Thels opinions on that though, might get him attacked again.
Cythim tries to formulate something in her mind, wondering on how things would be taken for the Fleshcrafters. But having a hard time to properly argumentate her own thoughts, she decide to stay low. Having noticed the bear near her who asked the whereabouts of the court, she turn her head to ward Elijah and answer, "They are debating about Fleshcrafted and families. ... Mostly where it come to to nobles and the royalty from what i heard."
The Good King looks meaningfully to Mione, who speaks, "The current doctrine of records is quite thorough when it comes to noble and royal lineages, but lacking when it comes to those of 'common' birth.' However, clan entry ceremonies are very well documented, and could be used to determine sex and species, at least at time of entering adulthood." The Good King nods to this
"It is my decree that, before final judgement is rendered, it would serve us well in any event to consolidate these records. Let it be known the birth condition of all my citizens, be it notated at the time, or at their coming of age entrance to the clans. Having this information could be invaluable." The gavel comes down, bang, "Next on the docket?" The matter is successfully shelved for the time being, with no complaints rising from the council of the people. Mione gestures to Mirana, "There is an issue on the docket put forward by the lady Solacious. Since fate has conspired to put her before the court already, this seems well timed." Whether or not it was actually next on the docket, it seems it has become so by fiat. Ah it's good to be king, or the king's scholar.
"That's just stupid," Elijah rumbles from his seat, "Just because someone's a hippo doesn't mean they're a good!" The burly bear folds his arms and leans back on the bench making it groan a bit under his weight. "And fiddly Creator magic doesn't make a being noble! Let the King decide all that!" The grizzly nods and smiles as the King makes his decision. "Like that! See?" he rumbles, "There's a noble!"
Mirana looks a bit relieved that things weren't completely tossed out, there was progress. When she is called to continue, she opens her muzzle, only to be interupted by Elijah's outburst. She does nothing but to dust off her dress a bit, placing her hands upon her middle and wait. Once he is done, her ears perk, four tails swish behind her a moment, waiting a bit more to make sure. "Yes good Mione, my liege. It has come to my attention that there is a disaster going on in Shralesta. They have long been our allies in times of prosparity and in times of need. I have heard of a disease of which we have precious little information. I have been working to put together a formal guild of healers. I am unsure of any wisdom in going to Shralesta itself before we know more, but I put forward my talents and the skills of those who serve with me. So, my questions are, what offering of aid do we have that we could bring to the unfortunate beings of Shralesta? And if I may bring forward the skills of the Trauma Mages and Journeyman with whom I have the pleasure of working to offer defence of our own nation should this illness be found traveling?" She asks.
Thelergramor crosses his arms and leans back. The plague is something he is far more interested in. Specifically, how they are dealing with it. It -is- a foreign problem, after all. Continues to listen, though he may have something to say on this one soon.
Elijah sits back to listen. The burly grizzly doesn't have anything to say about foreign plagues, but it's good to see that the nobles of Sweetwater were showing their quality!
Cythim decide to stand up after hearing the description of the problem offered by Mirana. "As a member of said guild, i have a few questions that come to my mind: How would we able to treat the pest without being ourselves infected? How would we be able to keep the pest from entering our country? And is there any backstory of similar events that occured beforehand?".
King Good looks mildly surprised, "Hmm, it seems you travel with all the auspices of the creators themselves today, Lady Solacious. If I am not mistaken, that was next on the docket." A glance to Mione confirms this. "I have no reason to do anything but bless your attempts at forming a guild of those talented in the healing arts, provided you pay the usual fees and taxes. Not that imagine you will have any trouble with that. I would recommend against traveling to Shralesta at this time, however." He looks to Mione again, one of those subtle gestures made for the rodent to speak.
"It was proposed by his majesty that physicians of the city be incentivized to safeguard our sailors and traders. They will assuredly come into contact with the disease, despite Shralestan efforts. We wish to see to their health, and prevent any further spread of it anywhere on our own shores. With the blessings of the council of the people, all people of the sea coming from foreign lands will spend one day in observation, to be fed, sheltered, and monitored before being allowed about their business." On Cythim's concern, Mione shakes his head, "There is no entirely certain way to ensure the health of those brave enough to volunteer for the task. This is the sacrifice physicians take, but perhaps the Lady Solacious knows more? This would be her project, if she intends to move forward." Ah, allowing someone else to take the blame, another valuable noble skill.
Mirana listens carefully, though thinks about what Cythim was thinking blurting that out like that! She'd have to talk to her later. "Thank you for your vote of confidence gentle Mione, and graceful King. I would be honored to take up the observation of those brave enough to continue their works through trying times, and attempt treatment of those who find themselves afflicted." A glance to Cythim, "And of course it is one of the dangers of following the healer's path, but there are many known ways to help prevent the spread of illness. My next question, if I may continue, is what should be done in the event of a tragic case of someone contracting this illness? It is, of course, our first and best interest to ensure it does not spread." She says, looking carefully. This was perhaps the most important of answers.
One of the people's council, a female lemur with the water clan's seal at her chest, rises to her feet abruptly, "You keep them until they're not sick anymore!" she says in a loud voice, almost alarmed, "We can't have the docks becoming the nesting ground for something so terrible! I'd rather pay them to not work!"
Cassidy nods along slowly, finally perking her ears again. She was not a healer, and so she had little to add as far as that... But the threat of the disease making its way into Firmament was definitely a concern of hers.
Mirana listens to the water clanned lemur, "Of course, to keep them away from others..." she ponders a moment. Maybe it would be best to keep the delicate work out of public eye. "I do believe me and mine can come up with a solution, though thank you greatly for your advice." She says, a very short curtsey given to her. Hand to her middle again, "If the court has nothing else for me at this time, I believe I have all from my fellow beings that I could ask. I thank you gentle beings of the court, and my liege, for your time." She says, another short curtsey as she awaits being dismissed.
Bang, goes the gavel, "It is settled," says King Good, "We look forward to hearing of your success. The docket is exhausted, so unless anyone else has a matter for the court...?" Bang! "Court is adjourned then. We'll reconvene after lunch." On prompting, people start to shuffle about, and food is brought in. Free snacks for anyone who wants some, but court is done for the moment.
