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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>It's a fine afternoon for court. The heat outside is dispelled with subtle air and water magics that keep the interior of the court room comfortable. The Good King presides at the highest seat, while the Council of the People are arranged around the room in a loose circle. Other concerned people, or just people who like to watch such things, have seats towards the front of the room, facing the rest. The last case is just wrapping up, a council member speaking, "And that is why we find the defendant guilty of all charges, due to overwhelming evidence and her prior convictions, we have no choice but to harsh. Ten years hard labor, five years public service, followed by a year of militia to remind her what we work so hard to protect." The Good King apparently finds nothing objectionable about this, banging his gavel. The she-parrot is hauled off with a defeated expression, ending that matter.<br> <br>Arianna has arrived at Court dressed somewhat better than she was seen in the marketplace the other day. She's wearing a dress which is by far not the finest among nobles, but a simple and clean gown that hugs her waist in, emphasizes her bodice, and matches a small jeweled hairclip in the top of her fur near an ear. One comes to court looking proper after all. She's been watching the cases quietly, with just the slightest bit of fidgeting as she waits for them to get around to the supposed debate about the Soulless. Her own Soul Gem is displayed rather proudly, hanging from her necklace into her cleavage.<br> <br>Keeping quiet for the proceedings, Monique is among the usual crowd in attendance. She looks around for any others she may recognize. The thylacine is simply dressed, wearing her usual light shirt and trousers, conspicuously missing, of course, is her weaponry or indeed, any hammer at all, the burly smith devoid of anything to have in her big hands.<br> <br>Bite hears the sentence as she seemingly aimlessly wanders the city thinking to herself. She looks the parrot over as she's dragged off and feels that she must have been doing something forgiveable, she doesn't really look so hardened. Giggling to herself she looks over the court with a smile, having never been here before. Hopefully, she never will be involved beyond having the pleasure of viewing it's workings. Her bandages have long since been abandoned and she has taken to her very drab method of dress.<br> <br>Eleanor Solacious is sitting quietly on her seat, dressed as the etiquette requires. Over her noble dress there is, quite visible, her Soul Gem which she touches from time in time, almost finding such gesture relaxing. <br> <br>"The next case before the court," announces the court crier, a ferret with a horn at his belt and a parchment in hand. He reads loud and clearly, "The issue of Soulless Justice. The treatment of Soulless while imprisoned. Arguing against the soulless, Sir Kaldon, of the Cliffside Crescent family. Arguing for, Arianna Strongheart, of the Stronghearts." Both are led up to small podiums facing one another. "Sir Kaldon, Present the argument, if you would, sir."<br> <br>Monique goes dead quiet, wanting to hear this as clearly as she can, her hands trying not to fidget for lack of something to hold.<br> <br>Kaldon is a male of the Clever Folk, by the seal that glitters on his sharp garments. Brightly clothed. He is a squirrel, flying variety.<br> <br>And it's the moment she's been waiting for, Arianna stands up and moves through the small crowd to make her way to the podium. When she sees the other soul-less in the crowd, she nods to Monique, Eleanor, and Bite, giving them a slightly nervous smile but a firm nod as if to promise she'll do her best. When she gets up to the podium she makes a deep bowing curtsey, "Your Majesty, Officers of the Court, it is my deep honor to have been allowed to plead my case before your justice today." She turns to look at Sir Kaldon, turning her head slightly to look the squirrel man over.<br> <br>Bite holds her tongue, preventing an audible hiss a she hears the topic. Soulless aren't unlike anyone else and deserve the same basic treatment. She squirms and smiles as she sees Arianna is in fact a soulless, and is defending their case. Setting down a bit she looks over Kaldon, and then the King himself, nodding in silent approval that he would see over proceedings. He is a great king.<br> <br>Kaldon tips his head towards his opponent, Arianna, then to the council members and the Good King, "It is always an honor to visit your esteemed country," Fine words from a Cliffsider, who have warred with Sweetwater several times in the past. "Today I bring the case for disarmament of Soulless who are serving time for criminal activities. We have already begun this in Cliffside with great success. As you are all well aware, Soulless are very dangerous people, and criminals of their ilk more dangerous still. It is unthinkable to leave them with their gems and baubles, any more than you would leave a warrior with his blade." he argues, "The case is simple."<br> <br>Eleanor takes a deep breath, her flickering ears betraying how much she's interested about this topic. She leans forward a bit, silent and giving her full attention.<br> <br>Arianna blinks, taken a bit in surprise. She knew the topic was disarmament of course, but her eyes blink at Kaldon and she wonders, interjecting briefly, "Begging your pardon Sir Kaldon, but do I understand you to be suggesting that Soulless should also have their soul-gems removed from them, along with everything else?"<br> <br>Monique's mouth is half open before she remembers where she is and clamps it shut.<br> <br>"Of course," says Sir Kaldon, "Otherwise they can weave terrible divine mathematics with nothing else, and use other techniques of highly specialized nature that makes them more dangerous than many others. Without them, they are weak as newborns and easier to handle," he argues, "Your guards should not have to fear for such terrifying power while upholding the law. The cost in life and capital is unreasonable otherwise."<br> <br>Bite holds her tongue as she glares at Kaldon. Taking away their soul gem for the entire sentence essentially will lead them to losing who they are as a being. Sure they'll be simple to deal with for a time, until something gets ahold of them. <br> <br>Sitting still as can be, Monique continues to listen to the knight mis-inform the court.<br> <br>"Your Majesty." Arianna cuts in on Kaldon firmly, massive hands gripping the edges of the podium, digging her fingers in as if to keep them from turning into fists. "A Soul-gem is not merely another tool in the Soul-less skillset. They are gifts of the Creators which permit those who would otherwise be quickly lost in Shadow to not only join society, but to excel within it. This has been confirmed by the Church as a genuine miracle at the highest levels of the priesthood." Arianna touches the necklace around her her own throat, pressing her palm against it and her sternum, "It is true, that through the power contained within them we have access to many and often potent skills. But a magician without his recipes and notes is still a person. A warrior without his arms is still a man. To deprive a Soulless of their gem is to risk stripping this designation from them. It is true, we might survive for a time without them, we may even remain functional for long periods." Arianna purses her lips togethers before saying, "Majesty, if I may, a hypothetical...."<br> <br>The Good King wobbles his gavel lightly, "Present your case," beckons the large hippo of a man. Kaldon settles back a little, patient enough to give his rival a turn at presentation.

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Revision as of 22:19, 26 August 2012

Participants

• Arianna
• Bite_PC
• Eleanor
• Ictus
• Monique
• Valente

Date

26/8/475

Log

It's a fine afternoon for court. The heat outside is dispelled with subtle air and water magics that keep the interior of the court room comfortable. The Good King presides at the highest seat, while the Council of the People are arranged around the room in a loose circle. Other concerned people, or just people who like to watch such things, have seats towards the front of the room, facing the rest. The last case is just wrapping up, a council member speaking, "And that is why we find the defendant guilty of all charges, due to overwhelming evidence and her prior convictions, we have no choice but to harsh. Ten years hard labor, five years public service, followed by a year of militia to remind her what we work so hard to protect." The Good King apparently finds nothing objectionable about this, banging his gavel. The she-parrot is hauled off with a defeated expression, ending that matter.

Arianna has arrived at Court dressed somewhat better than she was seen in the marketplace the other day. She's wearing a dress which is by far not the finest among nobles, but a simple and clean gown that hugs her waist in, emphasizes her bodice, and matches a small jeweled hairclip in the top of her fur near an ear. One comes to court looking proper after all. She's been watching the cases quietly, with just the slightest bit of fidgeting as she waits for them to get around to the supposed debate about the Soulless. Her own Soul Gem is displayed rather proudly, hanging from her necklace into her cleavage.

Keeping quiet for the proceedings, Monique is among the usual crowd in attendance. She looks around for any others she may recognize. The thylacine is simply dressed, wearing her usual light shirt and trousers, conspicuously missing, of course, is her weaponry or indeed, any hammer at all, the burly smith devoid of anything to have in her big hands.

Bite hears the sentence as she seemingly aimlessly wanders the city thinking to herself. She looks the parrot over as she's dragged off and feels that she must have been doing something forgiveable, she doesn't really look so hardened. Giggling to herself she looks over the court with a smile, having never been here before. Hopefully, she never will be involved beyond having the pleasure of viewing it's workings. Her bandages have long since been abandoned and she has taken to her very drab method of dress.

Eleanor Solacious is sitting quietly on her seat, dressed as the etiquette requires. Over her noble dress there is, quite visible, her Soul Gem which she touches from time in time, almost finding such gesture relaxing.

"The next case before the court," announces the court crier, a ferret with a horn at his belt and a parchment in hand. He reads loud and clearly, "The issue of Soulless Justice. The treatment of Soulless while imprisoned. Arguing against the soulless, Sir Kaldon, of the Cliffside Crescent family. Arguing for, Arianna Strongheart, of the Stronghearts." Both are led up to small podiums facing one another. "Sir Kaldon, Present the argument, if you would, sir."

Monique goes dead quiet, wanting to hear this as clearly as she can, her hands trying not to fidget for lack of something to hold.

Kaldon is a male of the Clever Folk, by the seal that glitters on his sharp garments. Brightly clothed. He is a squirrel, flying variety.

And it's the moment she's been waiting for, Arianna stands up and moves through the small crowd to make her way to the podium. When she sees the other soul-less in the crowd, she nods to Monique, Eleanor, and Bite, giving them a slightly nervous smile but a firm nod as if to promise she'll do her best. When she gets up to the podium she makes a deep bowing curtsey, "Your Majesty, Officers of the Court, it is my deep honor to have been allowed to plead my case before your justice today." She turns to look at Sir Kaldon, turning her head slightly to look the squirrel man over.

Bite holds her tongue, preventing an audible hiss a she hears the topic. Soulless aren't unlike anyone else and deserve the same basic treatment. She squirms and smiles as she sees Arianna is in fact a soulless, and is defending their case. Setting down a bit she looks over Kaldon, and then the King himself, nodding in silent approval that he would see over proceedings. He is a great king.

Kaldon tips his head towards his opponent, Arianna, then to the council members and the Good King, "It is always an honor to visit your esteemed country," Fine words from a Cliffsider, who have warred with Sweetwater several times in the past. "Today I bring the case for disarmament of Soulless who are serving time for criminal activities. We have already begun this in Cliffside with great success. As you are all well aware, Soulless are very dangerous people, and criminals of their ilk more dangerous still. It is unthinkable to leave them with their gems and baubles, any more than you would leave a warrior with his blade." he argues, "The case is simple."

Eleanor takes a deep breath, her flickering ears betraying how much she's interested about this topic. She leans forward a bit, silent and giving her full attention.

Arianna blinks, taken a bit in surprise. She knew the topic was disarmament of course, but her eyes blink at Kaldon and she wonders, interjecting briefly, "Begging your pardon Sir Kaldon, but do I understand you to be suggesting that Soulless should also have their soul-gems removed from them, along with everything else?"

Monique's mouth is half open before she remembers where she is and clamps it shut.

"Of course," says Sir Kaldon, "Otherwise they can weave terrible divine mathematics with nothing else, and use other techniques of highly specialized nature that makes them more dangerous than many others. Without them, they are weak as newborns and easier to handle," he argues, "Your guards should not have to fear for such terrifying power while upholding the law. The cost in life and capital is unreasonable otherwise."

Bite holds her tongue as she glares at Kaldon. Taking away their soul gem for the entire sentence essentially will lead them to losing who they are as a being. Sure they'll be simple to deal with for a time, until something gets ahold of them.

Sitting still as can be, Monique continues to listen to the knight mis-inform the court.

"Your Majesty." Arianna cuts in on Kaldon firmly, massive hands gripping the edges of the podium, digging her fingers in as if to keep them from turning into fists. "A Soul-gem is not merely another tool in the Soul-less skillset. They are gifts of the Creators which permit those who would otherwise be quickly lost in Shadow to not only join society, but to excel within it. This has been confirmed by the Church as a genuine miracle at the highest levels of the priesthood." Arianna touches the necklace around her her own throat, pressing her palm against it and her sternum, "It is true, that through the power contained within them we have access to many and often potent skills. But a magician without his recipes and notes is still a person. A warrior without his arms is still a man. To deprive a Soulless of their gem is to risk stripping this designation from them. It is true, we might survive for a time without them, we may even remain functional for long periods." Arianna purses her lips togethers before saying, "Majesty, if I may, a hypothetical...."

The Good King wobbles his gavel lightly, "Present your case," beckons the large hippo of a man. Kaldon settles back a little, patient enough to give his rival a turn at presentation.