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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is late afternoon, a few hours after noonday mass, and each of the larger churches of the fine desert-city of Shralesta has sent its high priest to the megacathedral. |
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| + | Each of them wearing only the finest robes, and ready to convene with High Lady Longtail's delegation. The Lady herself is not here though, doubtlessly enjoying a quiet noon with her recently lifebonded partner, exploring the city and showing him around town, leaving Lina, Cassidy and Brutus to fend for themselves. | ||
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| + | The gathered priests are of varying species, with, from left to right, a young-looking lion and an elderly lizard, an ursine priestess, with a Small Folk crest at her belt line despite being a large being. To the right of her and slightly in front of her, a duo of a female mouse-being and a male jackal. | ||
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| + | At the very front of the group is the hawk that was present at Flora's lifebonding, and due to his regalia, it is more apparent by the moment that he, in fact, leads Shralesta's largest church. | ||
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| + | Finally, to the right of him, a jackal, a camel, and a hyena, each of them smart folk, with a fennec to the for back and right, wearing no clan-marks at all... An apostate? As the high priest?<br> <br>Brutus stumps in, adorned in his most impeccable Sweetwater finery, his fur oiled and hair sheened, and smelling as if he was ravaged by a gang of pleasantly aromatic Plant-Folk. Nevertheless, he seems less winded than he did at the life-bonding. To the Shralestans assembled he sweeps a deep bow, though he balances himself still on the walking stick as he does so. | ||
| + | "We are humbled by the hospitality of your fine city for the nuptials of Lady Longtail, and deeply grateful that you grant us this audience," he begins in his pleasantly unctuous baritone.<br> <br>Cassidy wanders in alongside Brutus, dressed up in her white and blue finery, long gloves and all. She says nothing, though, frowning slightly when she sees that Flora is not present. A soft nod to Brutus and a murmured "You've got this, I'm sure. I'll be here for emotional support."<br> <br>Lina follows the grouping along with a hurried step, gawking to and fro as she checks out all the spots of intrest, greeting each and every person she meets with formal excitement. She was in the church and while she promised to be good at the wedding she was still supposed to be mostly good everywhere it counted.<br> <br>"Yes yes. Of course, of course," the hawk begins, before gesturing at a stairwell to the side of the church. "Shall we head to the conference-room and not waste any time on chit-chat?" he states, blandly, before glancing at the other priests. The young lion seems to be the only one to truly agree with him, while the others are in various states of disagreement. | ||
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| + | For example, the elderly lizard is quite excitedly shaking Brutus' hand, not wasting any time asking for permission, while the fennec and mouse are content watching the foreigners from their current spot. Some of them have a slight frown on their face, while others seem to be more excited about the outsiders instead. Yet again, there are two of them that show no particular interest at all, being the female jackal and the hyena.<br> <br>Brutus chuckles as he greets the excitable old Lizard currently trying to shake his arm off. "As you wish, my lord," he replies to the Hawk, "Lead, and we shall follow." | ||
| + | As with all said in high society, of course, there was a double meaning to this, if any of the bickering mucky-mucks were listening.., <br> <br>Cassidy turns to follow the others towards the conference room, folding her hands in front of her all proper-like. She was quite good at pulling off the stately and proper look, when it was needed.<br> <br>A short few glances between the various priests, a small roll of the shoulder. "Motion to move to the conference room?" the hawk finally bellows as he looks between the other priests, who seem to mumble among one-another and finally, after several minutes of bickering, nod in unison. "Aye." | ||
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| + | Finally, all of the priests move towards the exit indicated before, while the lizard gestures at the flat roof where a dome shold be. "We converse in the dome. There will be three stairs... Think you can handle it?" he jokes with a smirk. Clearly, age hasn't touched his sense of humor any.<br> <br>Brutus gives a tight-lipped smile at the Lizard's jest. "Worry not, good sir--I am capable of great feats of strength when duty so requires," he replies lightly, following along, taking note off the resuming chatter among the gathered folks...the Hawk was a familiar figure, but he should make it a point to do introductions and find out who the rest of these fellows were.<br> <br>Cassidy bobs her head along to some unheard tune. "Yes, shouldn't be any problem," she says distantly as if the comment was directed at her. "Lead on and let's get down to business, hmm?"<br> <br>Lina follows along the group as swiftly as she can, her focus on the conversation fleeting, there is so much chatter and she's interested in it all. She does catch a jest at Brutuses physique and she distinctly remembers her first words to the rotund noble. She stays quiet for now, not seeing a polite point to speak with.<br> <br>"Very well... Welcome to the conference-room. It is... Customary for guests to sit first. The first text advocates hospitality, after all," he mumbles, gesturing at four particular chairs at the round table, one for each cardinal direction. North, east, south and west. "Allow me to introduce myself and my... Peers. I am Antoine Grayfeather, high priest of this fine church, and, currently, head of state. This is-" he mumbles, gesturing at the lizard, before being cut off. "I'm old. Not deaf or senile, Antoine. Why don't we introduce ourselves?" he mumbles, eliciting another full round of bickering among the priests, before they all agree to his motion, Antoine and the lion a little... Reluctantly. | ||
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| + | "As I was saying... Dionysius goldenscale." | ||
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| + | One by one, each of the priests introduces themselves, before seating themselves. The lion, Gerard Silvermane. The fennec, Stephen Sandfur. The two jackals appear to be related, one Selin, one Seth Nighthide, though they do not appear to hold one-another in high esteem. | ||
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| + | Soon enough, each of them has introduced themselves, and all of them are seated, vesting their attention upon Antoine. | ||
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| + | "Now then... Let us open this meeting." | ||
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| + | And again, bickering, although simple things do not seem to take quite as long, and everyone is soon in agreement, as Antoine purses his lips lightly. "Now... Sir... Blackback, I believe? Why, pray tell, should we veer this far off course from the First Text? I do presume you are aware of our... Mode of governance?"<br> <br>Brutus takes the Northern seat at Antoine's insistence, though his eyes flash with smouldering frustration at being introduced with a loaded question. "Aye, I am Brutus of House Blackback, accompanied today by Lady Cassidy of House Solacious and Lady Lina of House Longtail, and cousin to High Lady Flora." He folds his great,<br> <br>thick hands over one another. "Aye, sir, a council of Though, my lord Grayfeather, we propose no such radical deviation-- in fact, our local Church representatives feel the notion is meet to the First Text. Not only will it preserve and continue the great body of knowledge, but it also encouraging its pursuit, as it protects the innovators and seekers, those who hunger for discovery but may not be able to fund the entire production on their own and are loath to be beholden to a patron."<br> <br>Cassidy flashes a genuine smile as she's introduced. "A pleasure. Yes, as mister Blackback has said, we do not seek to deviate from the First Text. Far from it! We look for a middle ground. A different understanding that will benefit many." | ||
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Log
It is late afternoon, a few hours after noonday mass, and each of the larger churches of the fine desert-city of Shralesta has sent its high priest to the megacathedral.
Each of them wearing only the finest robes, and ready to convene with High Lady Longtail's delegation. The Lady herself is not here though, doubtlessly enjoying a quiet noon with her recently lifebonded partner, exploring the city and showing him around town, leaving Lina, Cassidy and Brutus to fend for themselves.
The gathered priests are of varying species, with, from left to right, a young-looking lion and an elderly lizard, an ursine priestess, with a Small Folk crest at her belt line despite being a large being. To the right of her and slightly in front of her, a duo of a female mouse-being and a male jackal.
At the very front of the group is the hawk that was present at Flora's lifebonding, and due to his regalia, it is more apparent by the moment that he, in fact, leads Shralesta's largest church.
Finally, to the right of him, a jackal, a camel, and a hyena, each of them smart folk, with a fennec to the for back and right, wearing no clan-marks at all... An apostate? As the high priest?
Brutus stumps in, adorned in his most impeccable Sweetwater finery, his fur oiled and hair sheened, and smelling as if he was ravaged by a gang of pleasantly aromatic Plant-Folk. Nevertheless, he seems less winded than he did at the life-bonding. To the Shralestans assembled he sweeps a deep bow, though he balances himself still on the walking stick as he does so.
"We are humbled by the hospitality of your fine city for the nuptials of Lady Longtail, and deeply grateful that you grant us this audience," he begins in his pleasantly unctuous baritone.
Cassidy wanders in alongside Brutus, dressed up in her white and blue finery, long gloves and all. She says nothing, though, frowning slightly when she sees that Flora is not present. A soft nod to Brutus and a murmured "You've got this, I'm sure. I'll be here for emotional support."
Lina follows the grouping along with a hurried step, gawking to and fro as she checks out all the spots of intrest, greeting each and every person she meets with formal excitement. She was in the church and while she promised to be good at the wedding she was still supposed to be mostly good everywhere it counted.
"Yes yes. Of course, of course," the hawk begins, before gesturing at a stairwell to the side of the church. "Shall we head to the conference-room and not waste any time on chit-chat?" he states, blandly, before glancing at the other priests. The young lion seems to be the only one to truly agree with him, while the others are in various states of disagreement.
For example, the elderly lizard is quite excitedly shaking Brutus' hand, not wasting any time asking for permission, while the fennec and mouse are content watching the foreigners from their current spot. Some of them have a slight frown on their face, while others seem to be more excited about the outsiders instead. Yet again, there are two of them that show no particular interest at all, being the female jackal and the hyena.
Brutus chuckles as he greets the excitable old Lizard currently trying to shake his arm off. "As you wish, my lord," he replies to the Hawk, "Lead, and we shall follow."
As with all said in high society, of course, there was a double meaning to this, if any of the bickering mucky-mucks were listening..,
Cassidy turns to follow the others towards the conference room, folding her hands in front of her all proper-like. She was quite good at pulling off the stately and proper look, when it was needed.
A short few glances between the various priests, a small roll of the shoulder. "Motion to move to the conference room?" the hawk finally bellows as he looks between the other priests, who seem to mumble among one-another and finally, after several minutes of bickering, nod in unison. "Aye."
Finally, all of the priests move towards the exit indicated before, while the lizard gestures at the flat roof where a dome shold be. "We converse in the dome. There will be three stairs... Think you can handle it?" he jokes with a smirk. Clearly, age hasn't touched his sense of humor any.
Brutus gives a tight-lipped smile at the Lizard's jest. "Worry not, good sir--I am capable of great feats of strength when duty so requires," he replies lightly, following along, taking note off the resuming chatter among the gathered folks...the Hawk was a familiar figure, but he should make it a point to do introductions and find out who the rest of these fellows were.
Cassidy bobs her head along to some unheard tune. "Yes, shouldn't be any problem," she says distantly as if the comment was directed at her. "Lead on and let's get down to business, hmm?"
Lina follows along the group as swiftly as she can, her focus on the conversation fleeting, there is so much chatter and she's interested in it all. She does catch a jest at Brutuses physique and she distinctly remembers her first words to the rotund noble. She stays quiet for now, not seeing a polite point to speak with.
"Very well... Welcome to the conference-room. It is... Customary for guests to sit first. The first text advocates hospitality, after all," he mumbles, gesturing at four particular chairs at the round table, one for each cardinal direction. North, east, south and west. "Allow me to introduce myself and my... Peers. I am Antoine Grayfeather, high priest of this fine church, and, currently, head of state. This is-" he mumbles, gesturing at the lizard, before being cut off. "I'm old. Not deaf or senile, Antoine. Why don't we introduce ourselves?" he mumbles, eliciting another full round of bickering among the priests, before they all agree to his motion, Antoine and the lion a little... Reluctantly.
"As I was saying... Dionysius goldenscale."
One by one, each of the priests introduces themselves, before seating themselves. The lion, Gerard Silvermane. The fennec, Stephen Sandfur. The two jackals appear to be related, one Selin, one Seth Nighthide, though they do not appear to hold one-another in high esteem.
Soon enough, each of them has introduced themselves, and all of them are seated, vesting their attention upon Antoine.
"Now then... Let us open this meeting."
And again, bickering, although simple things do not seem to take quite as long, and everyone is soon in agreement, as Antoine purses his lips lightly. "Now... Sir... Blackback, I believe? Why, pray tell, should we veer this far off course from the First Text? I do presume you are aware of our... Mode of governance?"
Brutus takes the Northern seat at Antoine's insistence, though his eyes flash with smouldering frustration at being introduced with a loaded question. "Aye, I am Brutus of House Blackback, accompanied today by Lady Cassidy of House Solacious and Lady Lina of House Longtail, and cousin to High Lady Flora." He folds his great,
thick hands over one another. "Aye, sir, a council of Though, my lord Grayfeather, we propose no such radical deviation-- in fact, our local Church representatives feel the notion is meet to the First Text. Not only will it preserve and continue the great body of knowledge, but it also encouraging its pursuit, as it protects the innovators and seekers, those who hunger for discovery but may not be able to fund the entire production on their own and are loath to be beholden to a patron."
Cassidy flashes a genuine smile as she's introduced. "A pleasure. Yes, as mister Blackback has said, we do not seek to deviate from the First Text. Far from it! We look for a middle ground. A different understanding that will benefit many."
