A Celebration of Common Interests - RPLOG
Participants
Date
13/8/478
Log
The party starts when Lanette starts her playing. Some of the assembled beings sit for a while and enjoy the music. A lot of beings seem to be around the hall. Standing furthest away from the crowds are two beings in Creator Church robes, both obviously high ranking, but both seem to be from a different nation.
William takes another sip from his cup before looking at Edmund and nodding his head, "Sympathies appreciated." he comments as he eyes Zuri and shakes his head when looking back at Edmund, "I am rather unfamiliar with Ridgewell and his supporters." he comments idly as his eyes glance another being, a red deer who seems to be mingling with the other scholars, but he quickly averts his gaze to focus on his entourage.
Next to the food table is a rather portly, mid-twenties gray wolf. The being is sporting a humble attire, in comparison to the more gaudily dressed people in the room, and is happily wolfing ((HAHA)) down food, currently there seems to be no one around her except a larger white oryx, who seems to be her body guard.
Zuri watches the beginning of the performance with a happy, wide smile. He walks over towards another table of refreshments, this time picking out a drink out of a tray. He sips daintily out of the fancy crystal glass as he regards the nearby being, a gray wolf who is clearly enjoying the food.. a lot. He paces close, careful not to invade his personal space too quickly. "Greetings sir! Quite the party this, isn't it?" He smiles, and proceeds to introduce himself.
Edmund turns to face the stage, still standing close to William. "I confess, I know little of him myself, save that he has brought in our Sweetwater Freeswords recently for several caravans and expeditions," the hippo says, "Based out of Braevales, I understand." He sips from his champaigne. "I understand that you arvying for your father's seat on the council?" he probes.
It isn't Lanette's first time performing for a function like this, and she knows enough to be able to play her notes and sing in her alto tones in a way that doesn't detract from the discussions themselves. She keeps it a quiet, hopefully pleasing ambience for the audience. Gentle lyrics of waning summer days in, where else, but Cliffside, accompanied by the melody of the harp.
Like tends to draw like, and Mindaugas diverts his course and attempts to shuffle towards the fellow Church members. Unfortunately, he brushes against Reginald nonetheless, and he immediately tenses up. Just his luck! All he had wanted to do was speak with some cohorts, and instead he has to hang behind because this...Lynx can't be bothered to look where he's going!
With a stiff motion that suggests lots of practice but little experience, he turns around and gives a very slight bow. "Pardon me, good sir," he mumbles, waiting for an acceptance of his apology so he can get on with it.
Reginald turns to the moose, stunned by his own actions. He hurries out a response to the gaffe. "My most ... ," the lynx pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. " ... sinc.. sincere of apologies for my clumsiness", returning the bow in the attempt to placate. Despite his lack of experience with the decorum of high society, there is obvious desperation in his voice, as he is aware that it is he who owes the moose an apology, not the other way round.
Some of the beings, mainly foreigners, stick around the stage listening to the exotic, for their ears at least, music and singing.
Ridgewell can be seen speaking with a rather old looking, early forties for those keeping score, golden hamster.
William nods his head, "As far as I know he moved there recently due to that ruins he discovered." the bat says as he sips his wine, "And indeed as everyone knows I am vying for the late Elder's position. And unlike what my detractors claim, I am doing so based on my own merit. The relationship to the previous elder is simply coincidental. I don't want people thinking that we base hour leadership here on some blood connection."
The gray wolfess finishes a piece of pastry on her steak before handing her plate to her bodyguard and nodding her head to Zuri, "Ah, hello there, cutie." she says with a smile as she extends her hand, "I am Maria Contanto, a merchant of sorts from Olispona." she says in a rather heavy Andrussian accent. Anyone who ever bothered going to the Emerald Isle would know that the 'humble' wolf merchant is actually once of the biggest heads of commerce there, some even joking about her owning half the city's craftsmen.
Lanette's singing eventually tapers off, though the harp work continues a few more moments before it, too, draws to a close. With her song done, the wintery wolf stands to offer a bow, a few smiles, and even a couple of waves to the group that had approached the stage. With promises of her return, she vacates the stage to allow for the other entertainers to make their presence, taking her harp back to her room.
Edmund frowns a little at the veiled jab at Sweetwater's monarchy, but lets it slide. "On what merits does the council choose the late elder's successor?" he asks.
Zuri reaches over to take the wolfess' hand in a hand shake, smiling up at her pleasantly. "Zuri Pondleaf, of Sweetwater. Senior partner at the Pathfinder's Society. A pleasure to meet yet another being from the fine Emerald Isle! Beautiful place, and beautiful people too." He says with a brief smirk.
Reparations made, Mindaugas tries to disentangle himself once more, slowly and genty cutting a path through the room towards the Church affiliates. Please don't leave, he thinks--at the very least, he might get fresh news from another land. And maybe learn why, exactly, he's stuck standing around here.
After dropping off the harp with her golem, Lanette makes her appearance again, working across the hall towards the feasting table once more. Taking in the various travelers, some more foreign than others, she takes mental notes and helps herself to a few of the finer, smaller foods.
The bat takes another sip from his glass before finally handing it to one of his minders, "Ideally, an elder is chosen depending on his skills in politics and administration, his diplomatic ability, and obviously his own history about how he achieved what he did."
The wolf smiles at Zuri and nods her head, "Oh, you flatterer, and an adventurer too. That must be quite the nice job." she says with a smile, "Well just so you know, I will be holding a contest there on Olispona so you might want to come visit us again soon."
By the time Lanette is out of the stage a group of minstrels arrive, quickly setting up, before they start playing some traditional Cliffside music.
Edmund passes his own empty flute along and joins in polite applause for the retiring singer. "Forgive my ignorance," he says, "But I know little about the goings on in Cliffside, except in the most general terms. What is it that you are best known for, Mister Alington, that would set you up to take your father's seat." All this politicking is hungry work, and the hippo stops a servant and relieves them of their entire tray of edibles, waving them away when they try to protest.
