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Log of the High Council Meeting on 2/09/15

Post by Lord DaKaren » Mon Feb 16, 2015 11:36 am

Log of the 453rd Session of the High Council of Britannia.

DaKaren: Welcome to the 453rd session of the High Council of Britannia.
Malag aste: *rolls neck the sound of the bones realigning pierce the silence*
DaKaren: Out of reports of a fire on Buccaneer's Den came the revelation of just who the has been plaguing shipping the last several months.
DaKaren: The mysterious 'S' is a man named Samhayne, the guild master of the Crooked Key Thieved Guild.
DaKaren: Little is known about him, so as usual, caution is urged.
DaKaren: However, should you learn anything about him or his organization, I believe there are several interested parties in Britain.
DaKaren: *coyly arches a brow*
DaKaren: The Grand Marshal is running a bit late this eve, so we will hear his report after the cities.
DaKaren: Councilor Kivlov, does the Township of Newcastle have anything to bring before the Council this eve?
Malag aste: *folds his arms over his chest*
Guntur Kivlov: *Ahem*
Guntur Kivlov: No. *chuckles* We have been Faire... as usual.
Guntur Kivlov: Our lovely green village remains in tact...
Guntur Kivlov: I wish I had more to report...
Guntur Kivlov: But I suppose I don't...
Guntur Kivlov: *sighs*
DaKaren: Intactness is a good thing...
Guntur Kivlov: I suppose aye...
Martyna Z'muir: Is that even a word?
DaKaren: It is now.
Guntur Kivlov: But as such... I yield the floor chancellor.
DaKaren: Thank you, Councilor.
DaKaren: Councilor Knighthawke, does the city of Minoc have anything to bring before the Council this eve?
Tanda: Minoc itself is quiet
Tanda: The Brialla's Walk
Tanda: ended in Minoc
Tanda: it was a rather dangerous walk this year
Tanda: and barricades on one of the bridges
Tanda: would indicate
Tanda: someone was trying to stall the procession down
Tanda: John was paying more attention than I was
Tanda: *looks to the back of the room*
DaKaren: *looks to John*
John: Now or later, Chancellor?
DaKaren: Now would be fine.
John: There were trapped boxes blocking one of the bridges.
John: Shortly after they were cleared,
John: I saw a drow, which appeared to be the same one
John: who had been after Governor Warner.
Dot Warner: Oh?
John: It was wearing a hooded robe, lighter than one would think for a stealther,
John: but I am informed that hiding in light can be done, as easily as can hiding in shadow.
Martyna Z'muir: It can.
John: It was riding one of those drow lizards that resembles an ostard.
John: It had a bow, but it did not shoot that I saw.
John: I inferred Drow from the vague shape and the brief glimpse under the hood as it passed by.
John: It appeared to be scanning the crowd.
John: From this, I inferred that it was looking for Governor Warner,
John: and lost interest when she was not there.
Dot Warner: Hmm.
Dot Warner: I haven't offended any drow that I'm aware of...
John: Perhaps not aware of the well known fact that the librarian
John: in effect is the Governor's step mother.
John: *smirks*
John: Or so my father has informed me.
Tanda: most minor injuries seemed to be due to curiosity about the content of the boxes
Martyna Z'muir: Wait...WHAT?
John: Assuming that you are correct Governor Warner....Then, well I was thinking.
DaKaren: Excuse me?
John: And it occurred to me that, if this was not personal in some way, which it may be,
John: and not specifically related to Britain, which it may be....
John: Then the most likely reason to target Governor Warner would be that
John: doing so would be noticed, but would not be likely to provoke a direct reaction by the crown.
John: IN essence, to be large in scope, and small in scope, at the same time.
John: From that perspective, she likely is a perfect target.
John: And that is all I saw, and all I inferred.
Martyna Z'muir: Back to me being Dot's step-mother John... I must have missed something.
DaKaren: I think I must have as well...
Dot Warner: *looks amused*
John: *chuckling* Surely that cannot be the main issue here.
Tanda: I am sorry it wasn't a more memorable event for either of you
John: *chuckling softly*
Tanda: *laughs*
Guntur Kivlov: *chuckles*
John: Surely the important part is the slow-moving threat against Governor Warner.
John: But, at any rate, that was all I saw and all I inferred.
Martyna Z'muir: Well, I did peer into one of the barricades... Nearly lost my eyebrows.
Martyna Z'muir: But that was just too odd a thing to throw into the report...kinda overshadows it.
Tanda: On a side note
Tanda: There is a group of minstrels coming to our realm
Tanda: bring gold and such for a game of challenge
Tanda: on the 21st
Dot Warner: Threats I can handle... But gossip like this is hilarious.
Tanda: at 6 p.m.
DaKaren: *sighs*
Tanda: It's all in good fun Governor Warner
Tanda: to see if we can get a rise out of the good Librarian
Martyna Z'muir: I am no one's step-mother...
John: Surely that is not the main concern here!
Dot Warner: Especially not mine... Unless... father?
DaKaren: Oh for the love of Virtue...
Tanda: time travel does have a way of distorting memories
DaKaren: There is nothing between Lady Z'muir and myself.
Martyna Z'muir: Silverbrook was far more likely a candidate...
DaKaren: Argh!
Dot Warner: *snorts*
DaKaren: Enough...
Malag aste: *grins*
Malag aste: I never saw the Lady Silverbrook as a..... um.... never mind.
DaKaren: My love life, or lack thereof, is not this Council's concern.
DaKaren: I would thank you all to keep such....foolishness...out of these chambers.
Dot Warner: For decorum's sake?
Martyna Z'muir: *giggles*
Polynikes of Yew: oh I don't know
Polynikes of Yew: *grins
DaKaren: Something like that.
John: At any rate I think we agree the important part is the ongoing actions against Governor Warner.
John: And, of course, the upcoming events my wife has announced.
DaKaren: So... This drow.... Have they been identified in the past?
John: Not by me. I have a hard time with stealthers, sad to say.
Dot Warner: I carry a very sharp blade...
Martyna Z'muir: Is it the one that runs around as a canine?
John: I do not know.
Polynikes of Yew: oh more trouble?
Tanda: I didn't see any dogs
Dot Warner: I don't recall being attacked by a dog.
John: I told them of the drow apparition on Brialla's Walk, and how it appeared
John: to be the same one targeting Governor Warner.
Malag aste: Only Canines I usually see are the pack associated with Rodrick.
Polynikes of Yew: *nods* I see
John: And, irregardless of what else you may hear that I said, that was all.
DaKaren: Ah... Rodrick
Tanda: *muffles a snicker*
Dot Warner: *sighs*
Martyna Z'muir: Way to bury the lead, John.
Polynikes of Yew: hmmm a disgruntled paramour? or real evil?
DaKaren: Anyway, we should all be watchful for highwaymen.
John: I believe we do not yet know, though I lean toward the latter.
Martyna Z'muir: And highway dogs..
Polynikes of Yew: *nods*
Dot Warner: I have no jilted lovers, thankyouverymuch.
Tanda: Another important lesson
Martyna Z'muir: Alive anyway.... *winks*
Tanda: was it confirms one should never give in to the need to know
Tanda: what is inside a box
Tanda: on the road
Dot Warner: *rolls her eyes*
John: Or, say, what an out of place monster is doing there? *Sighs* Apologies again m'love.
Tanda: *hangs head*
DaKaren: A salient piece of advice, Councilor.
Martyna Z'muir: *snickers*
Martyna Z'muir: You married him!
DaKaren: Thank you, Councilor.... I think.
Tanda: *nods*
DaKaren: *winks at Tanda*
DaKaren: Councilor Warner, does the City of Britain have anything to bring before the Council this eve?
Dot Warner: Other then attacks are supposed step-mothers?
Dot Warner: Aye, I do...
DaKaren: *sighs*
Dot Warner: Britain's quiet winter has been shot through the heart by a scantily clad, winged toddler...or rather, by a statue of one.
Martyna Z'muir: *rolls her eyes*
Dot Warner: Artistic Armour in eastern Britain is playing host to part of this year's celebration of love, namely the aforementioned statue.
Dot Warner: Simply pat his chubby little head and you'll magically receive a picnic basket of ju...er...edibles.
Dot Warner: Please note, that the City of Britain assumes no liability for those foolish enough to picnic within city limits during winter.
Dot Warner: You're on your own.
Dot Warner: The next tournament cycle, though mainly the Tournament of Valor, is currently on hold due to, well...reasons.
Dot Warner: The Trans-Britannia Derby should have been held last month, but that simply wasn't possible.
Dot Warner: I hope to have both events rescheduled for the nearish future.
Dot Warner: Please keep an eye on the Tribune.
Dot Warner: That is all, thank you.
DaKaren: Thank you, Councilor.
DaKaren: Councilor Jameison, does the city of Jhelom have anything to bring before the Council this eve?
Thom Jameison: Thank you sir
Thom Jameison: things have been quiet lately and I hope they will stay that way.
Thom Jameison: I hope to have some town meetings and events in the upcoming weeks to announce.
Thom Jameison: That is all I have to report at this time.
DaKaren: Thank you, Councilor.
DaKaren: Councilor Mortaul, does the city of Trinsic have anything to bring before the Council this eve?
Requi Mortaul: Yes, Chancellor, thank you.
Requi Mortaul: All is peaceful in, Trinsic.
Requi Mortaul: We began discussing the plans
Requi Mortaul: for a small festival in Trinsic. I will present more information as it develops
DaKaren: Ah, that would be most welcome
Requi Mortaul: We may be able to also have the minstrels in attendance
Requi Mortaul: that was mentioned earlier.
Requi Mortaul: Lastly...
Requi Mortaul: Trinsic will be more than happy to be of any assistance in the situation with the
Requi Mortaul: Mysterious "S" *grins*
DaKaren: *nods*
Requi Mortaul: That is all for Trinsic this evening. Thank you
DaKaren: I'm sure he has negatively affected your shipping concerns.
DaKaren: Thank you, Councilor.
DaKaren: Minister Hla-ate, do you have anything to bring before the Council this eve?
Malag aste: Nope things are rather quiet.
DaKaren: Hmm... Very well.
Malag aste: Unless you want me to go on about my Children.
Malag aste: Which I do have.
DaKaren: Uh... no. No thank you.
Malag aste: Didn't think so.
DaKaren: I believe we have had enough gossip for one eve.
Malag aste: Or about me killing a vampire...
DaKaren: ...
Malag aste: Which I doubt anyone cares...
DaKaren: Anyone we know?
Malag aste: But if you remember the little weasel Jason...
DaKaren: Aye...
Malag aste: The fool decided to attempt to ... threaten my wife.
Malag aste: I ended his foul existence.
DaKaren: Hurrah!
DaKaren: For the slaying, not the threatening.
DaKaren: *looks icily at John*
Malag aste: Glad I could brighten your evening.
Malag aste: I had some special arrows made just for him...
Malag aste: I was getting tired of having them in my quiver taking up space...
DaKaren: I can't blame you. I still have the stake.
Malag aste: Was good to use it up.
Malag aste: I had a special bloodwood arrow crafted to absorb all the blood in him...
Malag aste: It worked quite well.
Dot Warner: You should mount them on a wall with a tiny urn of dust.
Malag aste: I swept his remains from my steps.
DaKaren: That might be a bit macabre...
Dot Warner: *arches a brow*
Malag aste: Fed the arrow to a bloodwyrm.
Malag aste: Who seemed quite pleased with it.
Dot Warner: After what you told me your people do to 'vores?
DaKaren: *sighs*
DaKaren: Not the time, Councilor Warner.
Guntur Kivlov: *sneezes*
Malag aste: *grins*
Dot Warner: *rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at the back of his head*
DaKaren: I saw that.
DaKaren: Anyway, thank you, Minister, for the service done to Sosaria.
Malag aste: *nods*
Malag aste: Just keeping my house clean.
Malag aste: Which by the way Martyna did I tell you your room is open again at the Keep?
Malag aste: All lovely and pink just for you.
Martyna Z'muir: Aye, twice now... It's still creepy.
Dot Warner: *snorts*
DaKaren: Erm...
DaKaren: Let's move on...
DaKaren: Circling back now... Grand Marshal Polynikes, would you please brief the Council on military matters in the Kingdom?
Polynikes of Yew: Things have been relatively quiet. I am concerned of your stealthy admirer
Polynikes of Yew: Governor Warner.
Polynikes of Yew: If you need extra security arranged please let me know.
Polynikes of Yew: We should take these sightings seriously.
Dot Warner: Perhaps just hire dog catchers?
Polynikes of Yew: Sightings like these have been precursors to more serious attacks in the past.
Polynikes of Yew: I will be available in Yew at my Headquarters if anyone needs to report sightings.
Polynikes of Yew: That is all I have for the council at this time.
DaKaren: Thank you, Grand Marshal.
DaKaren: Do any of the citizenry have anything to bring before the High Council this eve?
Martyna Z'muir: *raises hand*
DaKaren: Is this about the step mother issue?
Martyna Z'muir: *lowers hand slowly*
Martyna Z'muir: ...
Martyna Z'muir: No?
DaKaren: Mmm hmmm.
DaKaren: Anyone else?
DaKaren: Nay?
DaKaren: Very well.
DaKaren: I hereby adjourn the 453rd session of the High Council of Britannia.
DaKaren: Go with the Virtues.
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