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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>A sweltering morning. It only promise to get warmer as the sun rises high above. The doors open to admit the crowd into the cooled insides of the castle as dissenting and worried chatter of the now global contagion spreads.<br> <br>Selena takes a seat within the castle with a somewhat grim look on her face, setting herself down wherever she's ushered to for better or worse. It's hard to tell if she WANTS to be in court or is simply there to hear what has to be said, but either way she remains content to wait for the time being and listen to the banter and bustle as beings make their way in.<br> <br>A soft rumble leaves Flora's muzzle, and the she-cat moves into the court silently, moving towards the seat she usually takes IF she is present. One can tell she is not at all thrilled to be here, and she would prefer to be elsewhere, tending to LongTech Industries and its exploit, but for now, this takes precedence over other matters.<br> <br>Allista takes a seat in the commons' gllery to watch the court proceedings, patting over her vest to make sure everything is in place as she takes a seat. As she sits down and crosses her legs she pulls out a sheaf of papers and a stick of something charcoal-ish that has been wrapped with cloth, and her ears flick as she waits for proceedings to, well, proceed.<br> <br>Before the proceedings can even have a chance to start up, a well-fed bear bangs on the railing in front of him with her fist, "It's already too slow getting past the gates. Now you intend to make us wait possibly days for all members of a caravan to be inspected by one of only a handful of trained beings? The only inn out there is full of shadows, SHADOWS!" she cries, "No one wants to stay there. This is unacceptable!" Loud murmurings swiftly reveal she is not the only one thinking this, despite her outright ignoring of propriety.<br> <br>* him=her<br> <br>Angus slips in with the others, looking for any open seat before he takes it and strethes out his legs. He stretches his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders and cracking his back as he gets ready for the long argument ahead. His ears flick as the bear speaks up, leaning back in his chair to see how the argument goes before he raises his voice to speak.<br> <br>Selena glances over at the bear unimpressedly - "Would you rather being be a little uncomfortable, or dead?" She calls over to the bear - "For that matter, I'd rather not see a lapse in judgment like that open Firmament up to a disease like that so readily; it's unfortunate, but necessary. I don't think we're here to make this any more of a problem by acting indignant about it."<br> <br>A small sigh, a soft rumble, and Flora simply waits for the bear to take their seat again, or be dragged off, or what-have-you. She is for the time being, merely silent, waiting for the court to be brought to order.
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		+	Her eyes cast towards Selena momentarily, before she leans back in her own chair and rummages through her pockets a little, pulling out a small disc of sorts, keeping it with her for the time being.<br> <br>"Madame Lilac of the Large Clan. Please sit yourself," speaks Mione from the King's side, "We will conduct ourselves with proper decorum, even in trying times. Let us call this session of court to session. His Majesty, King Good, presides, and all members save one of the People's Council are present and ready to begin. There is no purpose in delaying the primary topic at hand, so all matters not relating to the 'Red Fever' or travel restrictions are considered shelved until the evening session."
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		+	Grumbling as she is scolded in two directions, the merchant bear settles herself back into her seat, glowering but restraining herself.<br> <br>Allista scratches a few times at her paper, then gently puffs at her marks, frowns a moment, then shrugs. She looks back up and around the court room, attentively listening.<br> <br>Selena sighs quietly and briefly rests her chin on a fist, furrowing her eyebrows. The council were busy people, after all, though with nothing particularly poignant to add or ask at that point in town she simply waits - taking a brief moment to scan the attendance for any familiar faces that might be there.<br> <br>Angus blinks, flicking his ears a bit as he sits up straight and looks over the presiding members, wondering who was absent today as he rests his hands on his knees. This would be a curious court date it seems, his foot tapping on the ground a bit as he thinks of a question to ask.<br> <br>A rare attendance of court, it seems the Queen is in the back with both of the royal children cradled against her. Now about two years of age, they have grown well. Twins technically, even if one did wait longer to emerge from their mother. The younger wears a soul pendant around her neck, gleaming with a parent soul gem that must have a portion of the Good King's own essence invested within.<br> <br>The Good King strikes his gavel thrice, "I understand, my people, that this is a great burden upon you, the merchants that keep the wheels of the city moving. However, it is better that these wheels be slowed, than to watch them rot from the inside, or even to break entirely. This disease cannot be treated lightly, as it has already crippled our friends in Shralesta. Beings will wait to visit a healthy city, but few dare to travel to Shralesta, despite their assurances of safety. And what good are those assurances, now that the disease has found new home with our allies to the north?"<br> <br>Flora smiles softly as she wactches the going-ons, before looking towards the King, towards the court, and waiting for, well... Someone to speak up. She mostly expected this session to have a pre-prepared agenda of sorts, with the main topics of discussion already decided upon. As such, she continues looking at her disk silently, ears flicking a little as she keeps her eyes focused on the source of whatever sounds may follow.
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		+	As the king speaks up, Flora smiles faintly, before nodding along. "Flora was... Planning travels towards our allies in the north, sir... However, in light of these developments, they will, of course, be postponed. The health of any beings attending is the first priority," she rumbles, before leaning back in her seat just lightly.
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		+	In silence, she waits for beings to speak up, cry out, or pose any questions they may have.<br> <br>That athes Angus' attention. "The plague has spread to Thera'dor?" He comments with a little mild shock. "....How has progress been with working on a cure?" He asks the good king, hoping that it has progressed at least some since last time the ourts had spoken about the plague.<br> <br>Selena rubs her cheek, raising to her feet. "It would be remiss of me not to offer the Ironsoul's Defenders' assistance if need be. In Lady Kilsa's absence, I'm currently in charge of the unit." She states, looking over the gathering to the front before turning to Angus. "I'll consult with beings at the Academy and see if there's any relevant material. It's entirely likely there won't be anything new, but if publicizing what's known already more extensively will help, then I see no reason not to bring the suggestion to the court."<br> <br>Adolphus comes a little late. Frankly he just heard the news himself, the hippo having thrown on some perfume and some actual silk. Finally looking like a royal, despite how much he hates it. However this is a serious matter, coming in to the side, to stand near his cousins, but far enough away.

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Revision as of 16:53, 22 August 2014

Participants

• Adolphus
• Allista
• Angus
• Flora
• Sally
• Selena

Date

22/8/477

Log

A sweltering morning. It only promise to get warmer as the sun rises high above. The doors open to admit the crowd into the cooled insides of the castle as dissenting and worried chatter of the now global contagion spreads.

Selena takes a seat within the castle with a somewhat grim look on her face, setting herself down wherever she's ushered to for better or worse. It's hard to tell if she WANTS to be in court or is simply there to hear what has to be said, but either way she remains content to wait for the time being and listen to the banter and bustle as beings make their way in.

A soft rumble leaves Flora's muzzle, and the she-cat moves into the court silently, moving towards the seat she usually takes IF she is present. One can tell she is not at all thrilled to be here, and she would prefer to be elsewhere, tending to LongTech Industries and its exploit, but for now, this takes precedence over other matters.

Allista takes a seat in the commons' gllery to watch the court proceedings, patting over her vest to make sure everything is in place as she takes a seat. As she sits down and crosses her legs she pulls out a sheaf of papers and a stick of something charcoal-ish that has been wrapped with cloth, and her ears flick as she waits for proceedings to, well, proceed.

Before the proceedings can even have a chance to start up, a well-fed bear bangs on the railing in front of him with her fist, "It's already too slow getting past the gates. Now you intend to make us wait possibly days for all members of a caravan to be inspected by one of only a handful of trained beings? The only inn out there is full of shadows, SHADOWS!" she cries, "No one wants to stay there. This is unacceptable!" Loud murmurings swiftly reveal she is not the only one thinking this, despite her outright ignoring of propriety.

* him=her

Angus slips in with the others, looking for any open seat before he takes it and strethes out his legs. He stretches his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders and cracking his back as he gets ready for the long argument ahead. His ears flick as the bear speaks up, leaning back in his chair to see how the argument goes before he raises his voice to speak.

Selena glances over at the bear unimpressedly - "Would you rather being be a little uncomfortable, or dead?" She calls over to the bear - "For that matter, I'd rather not see a lapse in judgment like that open Firmament up to a disease like that so readily; it's unfortunate, but necessary. I don't think we're here to make this any more of a problem by acting indignant about it."

A small sigh, a soft rumble, and Flora simply waits for the bear to take their seat again, or be dragged off, or what-have-you. She is for the time being, merely silent, waiting for the court to be brought to order.

Her eyes cast towards Selena momentarily, before she leans back in her own chair and rummages through her pockets a little, pulling out a small disc of sorts, keeping it with her for the time being.

"Madame Lilac of the Large Clan. Please sit yourself," speaks Mione from the King's side, "We will conduct ourselves with proper decorum, even in trying times. Let us call this session of court to session. His Majesty, King Good, presides, and all members save one of the People's Council are present and ready to begin. There is no purpose in delaying the primary topic at hand, so all matters not relating to the 'Red Fever' or travel restrictions are considered shelved until the evening session."

Grumbling as she is scolded in two directions, the merchant bear settles herself back into her seat, glowering but restraining herself.

Allista scratches a few times at her paper, then gently puffs at her marks, frowns a moment, then shrugs. She looks back up and around the court room, attentively listening.

Selena sighs quietly and briefly rests her chin on a fist, furrowing her eyebrows. The council were busy people, after all, though with nothing particularly poignant to add or ask at that point in town she simply waits - taking a brief moment to scan the attendance for any familiar faces that might be there.

Angus blinks, flicking his ears a bit as he sits up straight and looks over the presiding members, wondering who was absent today as he rests his hands on his knees. This would be a curious court date it seems, his foot tapping on the ground a bit as he thinks of a question to ask.

A rare attendance of court, it seems the Queen is in the back with both of the royal children cradled against her. Now about two years of age, they have grown well. Twins technically, even if one did wait longer to emerge from their mother. The younger wears a soul pendant around her neck, gleaming with a parent soul gem that must have a portion of the Good King's own essence invested within.

The Good King strikes his gavel thrice, "I understand, my people, that this is a great burden upon you, the merchants that keep the wheels of the city moving. However, it is better that these wheels be slowed, than to watch them rot from the inside, or even to break entirely. This disease cannot be treated lightly, as it has already crippled our friends in Shralesta. Beings will wait to visit a healthy city, but few dare to travel to Shralesta, despite their assurances of safety. And what good are those assurances, now that the disease has found new home with our allies to the north?"

Flora smiles softly as she wactches the going-ons, before looking towards the King, towards the court, and waiting for, well... Someone to speak up. She mostly expected this session to have a pre-prepared agenda of sorts, with the main topics of discussion already decided upon. As such, she continues looking at her disk silently, ears flicking a little as she keeps her eyes focused on the source of whatever sounds may follow.

As the king speaks up, Flora smiles faintly, before nodding along. "Flora was... Planning travels towards our allies in the north, sir... However, in light of these developments, they will, of course, be postponed. The health of any beings attending is the first priority," she rumbles, before leaning back in her seat just lightly.

In silence, she waits for beings to speak up, cry out, or pose any questions they may have.

That athes Angus' attention. "The plague has spread to Thera'dor?" He comments with a little mild shock. "....How has progress been with working on a cure?" He asks the good king, hoping that it has progressed at least some since last time the ourts had spoken about the plague.

Selena rubs her cheek, raising to her feet. "It would be remiss of me not to offer the Ironsoul's Defenders' assistance if need be. In Lady Kilsa's absence, I'm currently in charge of the unit." She states, looking over the gathering to the front before turning to Angus. "I'll consult with beings at the Academy and see if there's any relevant material. It's entirely likely there won't be anything new, but if publicizing what's known already more extensively will help, then I see no reason not to bring the suggestion to the court."

Adolphus comes a little late. Frankly he just heard the news himself, the hippo having thrown on some perfume and some actual silk. Finally looking like a royal, despite how much he hates it. However this is a serious matter, coming in to the side, to stand near his cousins, but far enough away.