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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The Council Chambers of the Council of Families in Hilrock is as grand as Anton had said in his tour yesterday! The high ceiling is crss-crossed with support beams, all etched with the symbols of the great houses, and the walls are draped with ornate tapestries. While the weather outside is frigid, here in the Council Hall, it is almost too warm, thanks to the mass of attendants, politicians, courtiers, hangers on and general populace in attendance. The main floor contains a single table with eight chairs, the large chair at the table's head is obviously for the king, while each of the others is marked with the symbol of a great house. Around the floor is ample room for the milling crowd in several galleries, though it seems there are no seats. The council members do not seem to have arrived just yet.<br> <br>A flick of Flora's ears, and the feline looks out over the large halls, her tails swaying behind her and her eyes cast over the hallway. She is... Not quite sure on the protocol, so far... Should she wait in the center of the room? Take a seat?<br> <br>Brutus pushes his way through the crowd, half-involuntarily--being a head taller and about twice as wide as the average being--and looking quite uncomfortable in the sudden sweltering heat of gathered bodies. His...insultation...had served him quite well out and about Thera'Dor, but now, he struggled to find a place of his own for a second to shrug off these robes and breathe easy. His normally-syrupy cologne grows even more cloying to mask the musk...but odds are, the hoi-polloi wouldn't have the luxury of perfume...and no chairs? By the Creators, this was going to take all his patience and refinement to endure... |
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| + | Hartford seemed to notice none of these little problems, eagerly gawking at the vaulted ceilings and bustling throngs of people like a great big tourist. Of course, the failure to look where he was going led to the great Buck bumping into people left and right, with cheerful "Oops!"es and "Sorry!"s dispensed every couple of seconds. And he gets to be take part in this--this was going to be great!<br> <br>Natska slips her way through the crowd, gracefully taking the openings as they appeared and pushing here and there only where needed. She has Cassidy's hand in her own, vigilantly making sure the smaller fennec doesn't get lost in the press of the crowd, then giggles as she finally reaches the front. "And here we are! Oh, I'm excited to watch this."<br> <br>Cassidy wanders in with Natska, snickering softly as she gives her hand a squeeze. "Mmh. I'm not sure how exciting it'll be. I'm a stranger to Thera'dor's courts. Wish me luck, hm? Brutus usually serves as Flora's mouthpiece, so I'm sure he'll be doing most of it. I'm just here to lend the weight of my family support, really."<br> <br>No one seems to be bothered by the bumping and jostling from the bigger members of the party. It seems pretty par for the course. Beings of all kinds and stations mingle freely here, and there are even beings hawking popcorn and peanuts, as if this were a lowball game! It seems like someone is even taking bets on something, though it is hard to imagine what they could be gambling about here. | ||
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| + | After a short wait, the far doors of the hall, not the great doors that dominate the opposite wall, but a small side door opens and eight beings file in to take their seats. Two moles, a burly puma, a lanky wolf, a female reindeer, a saurian of some sort with a wide, shield-like head crest, and a scarred looking water buffalo, and an elegant white fox in military regalia.<br> <br>A soft rumble, and a small smile appears on Flora's face, as she offers an elegant bow towards the beings. She may not like all this formal stuff, but she does show a certain ability to be have according to it as she waits for a formal invitation to step onto the floor proper.<br> <br>Brutus glances askew towards Flora. "This...is how they govern?" He peers about warily. "Between the noise and the heat and...the hawkers? How do they get anything done?" Having thus complained...a snack does sound good right about now. He nudges Hartford, who leans over to listen, then bellows out "We'll take one of each!" After a bit of haggling, Brutus Hartford tosses a couple coins over, and the snacks make their way over--with minimal loss! The rotund skunk gives a smile and murmured thanks to Hartford and sweeps a waddling bow to the council before delicately eating a few puffs of popcorn. | ||
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| + | Hartford starts to cracking the peanuts in his palm, scoffing the fruit and letting the shell fall...though he finds himself dumbstruck at the sight of the she-Reindeer (reindeeress? reindoe?), his hand missing his mouth as he gawks unabashedly. He had never seen a female with such a nice...rack.<br> <br>Brutus spends 20 Crown to: peanuts and crackerjack<br> <br>Natska is quiet for a moment as she leans against Cassidy, her arm slipping through the fennec's. "Support for what, anyway?" she asks quietly, watching as the council files in down below.<br> <br>Cassidy offers a little flap of her hand, flagging down one of the 'merchants' and purchasing a bag of popcorn for herself, which she holds in a way so as to offer Natska some, as well, if she wanted. "Ahh... Flora is trying to get the rest of the cities in on her plan to have a standardized system of being able to sell ideas or somesuch." She nibbles on a few pieces as she takes in the crowd of arriving nobility.<br> <br>As the Council of Houses takes their seats, there is a noticeable lack of concern from the local populace. In fact, Flora and Brutus seem to be the only ones following any sort of courtly niceties. Most are doing much what Hartford is, enjoying the spectacle! Some even seem to be cheering for their favorite council member. Shouts of "SASHA! SASHA!" and "HAMMERFIST!" are interspersed with catcalls and whistles for the female members of the council. The council does not even seem to mind! The Snowmark puma even turns to wave at some of the loudest chanters in the crowd. What kind of council was this? | ||
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| + | As the others take their seats, the reindeer Aldermann remains standing and calls out in a clear voice. "The Council of Houses is now in session!" she declaims, her voice ringing easily through the hall, even over the rabble of the crowd, "Let those who would speak, speak now!" | ||
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| + | Suddenly, the chanting stops and the peanut gallery goes silent, aside from the occasional crunching of popcorn or peanuts. A few beings wave their hands and call for attention. Now would seem to be the time to act!<br> <br>Brutus sighs wearily. This was a farce! But...when in Thera'Dor, he supposes. He elbows the doe-eyed Buck and mutters something in his ear, and within a second, Hartford is stomping his great big hoof rhythmically and calling out "Long-Tech! Long-Tech!" with it--though it's still fairly obvious he's watching Lillia. Brutus joins in shortly, beating the foot of his pointy walking stick in time with Hartford and calling "Long-Tech! Long-Tech!" | ||
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| + | The chant continues while Brutus swivels his head around to give an exasperated glare to Flora, Natska, and Cassidy, impatient for them to join in. If he was going to look like an absolute idiot, he'd be damned if he was doing it alone. | ||
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Log
The Council Chambers of the Council of Families in Hilrock is as grand as Anton had said in his tour yesterday! The high ceiling is crss-crossed with support beams, all etched with the symbols of the great houses, and the walls are draped with ornate tapestries. While the weather outside is frigid, here in the Council Hall, it is almost too warm, thanks to the mass of attendants, politicians, courtiers, hangers on and general populace in attendance. The main floor contains a single table with eight chairs, the large chair at the table's head is obviously for the king, while each of the others is marked with the symbol of a great house. Around the floor is ample room for the milling crowd in several galleries, though it seems there are no seats. The council members do not seem to have arrived just yet.
A flick of Flora's ears, and the feline looks out over the large halls, her tails swaying behind her and her eyes cast over the hallway. She is... Not quite sure on the protocol, so far... Should she wait in the center of the room? Take a seat?
Brutus pushes his way through the crowd, half-involuntarily--being a head taller and about twice as wide as the average being--and looking quite uncomfortable in the sudden sweltering heat of gathered bodies. His...insultation...had served him quite well out and about Thera'Dor, but now, he struggled to find a place of his own for a second to shrug off these robes and breathe easy. His normally-syrupy cologne grows even more cloying to mask the musk...but odds are, the hoi-polloi wouldn't have the luxury of perfume...and no chairs? By the Creators, this was going to take all his patience and refinement to endure...
Hartford seemed to notice none of these little problems, eagerly gawking at the vaulted ceilings and bustling throngs of people like a great big tourist. Of course, the failure to look where he was going led to the great Buck bumping into people left and right, with cheerful "Oops!"es and "Sorry!"s dispensed every couple of seconds. And he gets to be take part in this--this was going to be great!
Natska slips her way through the crowd, gracefully taking the openings as they appeared and pushing here and there only where needed. She has Cassidy's hand in her own, vigilantly making sure the smaller fennec doesn't get lost in the press of the crowd, then giggles as she finally reaches the front. "And here we are! Oh, I'm excited to watch this."
Cassidy wanders in with Natska, snickering softly as she gives her hand a squeeze. "Mmh. I'm not sure how exciting it'll be. I'm a stranger to Thera'dor's courts. Wish me luck, hm? Brutus usually serves as Flora's mouthpiece, so I'm sure he'll be doing most of it. I'm just here to lend the weight of my family support, really."
No one seems to be bothered by the bumping and jostling from the bigger members of the party. It seems pretty par for the course. Beings of all kinds and stations mingle freely here, and there are even beings hawking popcorn and peanuts, as if this were a lowball game! It seems like someone is even taking bets on something, though it is hard to imagine what they could be gambling about here.
After a short wait, the far doors of the hall, not the great doors that dominate the opposite wall, but a small side door opens and eight beings file in to take their seats. Two moles, a burly puma, a lanky wolf, a female reindeer, a saurian of some sort with a wide, shield-like head crest, and a scarred looking water buffalo, and an elegant white fox in military regalia.
A soft rumble, and a small smile appears on Flora's face, as she offers an elegant bow towards the beings. She may not like all this formal stuff, but she does show a certain ability to be have according to it as she waits for a formal invitation to step onto the floor proper.
Brutus glances askew towards Flora. "This...is how they govern?" He peers about warily. "Between the noise and the heat and...the hawkers? How do they get anything done?" Having thus complained...a snack does sound good right about now. He nudges Hartford, who leans over to listen, then bellows out "We'll take one of each!" After a bit of haggling, Brutus Hartford tosses a couple coins over, and the snacks make their way over--with minimal loss! The rotund skunk gives a smile and murmured thanks to Hartford and sweeps a waddling bow to the council before delicately eating a few puffs of popcorn.
Hartford starts to cracking the peanuts in his palm, scoffing the fruit and letting the shell fall...though he finds himself dumbstruck at the sight of the she-Reindeer (reindeeress? reindoe?), his hand missing his mouth as he gawks unabashedly. He had never seen a female with such a nice...rack.
Brutus spends 20 Crown to: peanuts and crackerjack
Natska is quiet for a moment as she leans against Cassidy, her arm slipping through the fennec's. "Support for what, anyway?" she asks quietly, watching as the council files in down below.
Cassidy offers a little flap of her hand, flagging down one of the 'merchants' and purchasing a bag of popcorn for herself, which she holds in a way so as to offer Natska some, as well, if she wanted. "Ahh... Flora is trying to get the rest of the cities in on her plan to have a standardized system of being able to sell ideas or somesuch." She nibbles on a few pieces as she takes in the crowd of arriving nobility.
As the Council of Houses takes their seats, there is a noticeable lack of concern from the local populace. In fact, Flora and Brutus seem to be the only ones following any sort of courtly niceties. Most are doing much what Hartford is, enjoying the spectacle! Some even seem to be cheering for their favorite council member. Shouts of "SASHA! SASHA!" and "HAMMERFIST!" are interspersed with catcalls and whistles for the female members of the council. The council does not even seem to mind! The Snowmark puma even turns to wave at some of the loudest chanters in the crowd. What kind of council was this?
As the others take their seats, the reindeer Aldermann remains standing and calls out in a clear voice. "The Council of Houses is now in session!" she declaims, her voice ringing easily through the hall, even over the rabble of the crowd, "Let those who would speak, speak now!"
Suddenly, the chanting stops and the peanut gallery goes silent, aside from the occasional crunching of popcorn or peanuts. A few beings wave their hands and call for attention. Now would seem to be the time to act!
Brutus sighs wearily. This was a farce! But...when in Thera'Dor, he supposes. He elbows the doe-eyed Buck and mutters something in his ear, and within a second, Hartford is stomping his great big hoof rhythmically and calling out "Long-Tech! Long-Tech!" with it--though it's still fairly obvious he's watching Lillia. Brutus joins in shortly, beating the foot of his pointy walking stick in time with Hartford and calling "Long-Tech! Long-Tech!"
The chant continues while Brutus swivels his head around to give an exasperated glare to Flora, Natska, and Cassidy, impatient for them to join in. If he was going to look like an absolute idiot, he'd be damned if he was doing it alone.
