Archive of the 164th session

[Lord DaKaren]

164th Meeting of the High Council of Brtiannia (Sept 5, 2005)

Note to self: note Chancellor Fl’Gith is chair tonight

Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Welcome t' this eve's meet o' the High Council.

Note to self: ailieve, poly, ioshus, pabll, arrenathian here

Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Those o' ye who 'ave been 'ere before probably recognize the change in decor.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Those of ye who haven't... welcome.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A brief request that I'll make at the front o' each meet.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Please do not steal seats o' the Councilors an' Officers o' the Council.
Zeph: *laughs*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: This open forum is designed so we all might 'ear each other better...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: In doin' so... well... it makes it quite easy to sit where one dinnae belong.

Note to self: ren is here

Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: So I ask that everyone sits where appropriate. I dinnae wish t' eject anyone for stealin'
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: a seat that isnae theirs.
Zeph: *rolls his eyes*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks at Zeph*
Zeph: *blows a kiss, grinning brightly*
Polynikes of Yew: Good evening Sir
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Always one in the crowd.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles and looks forward again*
Polynikes of Yew: *salutes*
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: Good evening.
Clover: *shudders*
Zeph: Ooooh.
Ren The Conjuror: *Returns the salute*
Ren The Conjuror: It's been some time.
Zeph: *leans over to Clover again*
Alban: *Turns back slightly to Imadii and passes a Smirk*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Welcome back, Grand Marshall.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles*
Clover: *wispers*
Polynikes of Yew: Yes Sir
Clover: *shush lad or you will find yourself a frog*
Polynikes of Yew: Good to see everyone hee
Zeph: *laughs*
Ren The Conjuror: So...
Clover: *smiles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Oh... an' whomever 'as parked their ostard in the lobby... there's a perfectly good stable next
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: door.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: Is this set up to ensure that we get the pleasure of not seeing the stabs coming so we die
Ren The Conjuror: peacefully?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Ren*
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks over his shoulder for a second and turns back*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Indeed.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ioshus: *looks at the person behind him*
Arrenathian: Ailieve we have the best seats
Omura Katsumoto: auction house?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Yes, clearly. Laws o' Britannia, goin' once, twice...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: So, over there on that eastern wall councilors also sit?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Councilors are t' the west 'alf...
Ren The Conjuror: Nevermind, I'll go read.
Ren The Conjuror: *winks*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Military is southeast, Justicars northeast, an' ambassadors to the east.
Arrenathian: Chancellor you will provide a map later?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An' miscellaneous people such as m'self an' the Minister are in the Inner Circle.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *listens for ominous music*
Ren The Conjuror: Inner Circle.
Ren The Conjuror: *Smiles a little*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Movin' on wi' all due seriousness, 'owe'er...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods at Ren and points to the book in front of him*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Ye may wish t' read this...
Ren The Conjuror: *Stands*
Ren The Conjuror: *Flips open the book*
pabII: Join the Yew Militia stand up for Justice
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: While the Grand Marshall reads, I just want t' cover a few comin' events...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks over at Pabll.*
Ren The Conjuror: Hm
Ren The Conjuror: *Scratches his chin*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Where do I sign up?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: This Thursday at 8:00 PM by the central skies, there will be a meet in Nujel'm
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: at the Palace o' Nujel'm, main 'all, t' hear from the citizens o' Nujel'm.
Clover: *makes note in worn book*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: All Councilors are encouraged t' attend...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An' the Britannian public be invited t' observe as well.
Zeph: I've got a question 'bout that.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An announcement 'as...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Zeph?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves him forward to the table*
Zeph: Is this related to the Embarassment of Armageddon?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Related more t' the status o' the Isle, as last I 'eard, the Empire 'ad fled the Isle.
Zeph: I didn't know.
Strider: *nods*
Zeph: Sorry for the interruption.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No need t' apologize.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles*
Zeph: *chuckles*
Zeph: I know.
Zeph: *winks*
Baequi Anea: hello
Arman Kharas: *nods*
Arman Kharas: Greetings
Arman Kharas: *coughs*
Mike The Trainer: *nods*
Ren The Conjuror: *Tilts his head in curiousity at the Historian*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Also...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Applications are open for a great many seats on the Council.
Clover: *eyes widen*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: The first debate shall be next Wednesday, the 14th, at 8:00 PM by the Central Skies,
Clover: *makes note*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: for the Seat o' Trinsic.
Baequi Anea: ok
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: It shall take place in the southeast meetin' room o' the Trinsic Meeting Hall.
Lilyannia: *smiles at Mike*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An', before I scour the Councilors for any items, I 'ave received word from Dracona...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Please bear in mind, this message is...
Mike The Trainer: *nods to Arrenathian*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: limited in its scope, so all I ask is that people be mindful o' what goes on in the land
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: at present.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Word comes from the lord of Dracona 'imself that there have been...
Mike The Trainer: *smiles at Lily*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *flips open the book in front of him*
Strider: *sits up*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: "lights seen in the darkened hallways of the Temple of Mondain in the Desert of
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Compassion Lost..."
Strider: hmmm
Zeph: *cocks an eyebrow*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: 'e says the temple 'as been devoid o' activity for some time, so the new activity
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: caught the attention of the Azure Dragon cultists.
Strider: *nods*
Daegoth: *looks around*
Zeph: *bites his lower lip*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: 'e says 'e is uncertain if the activities are Mondainites, or simply thieves, brigands, or looters
Zeph: Hmm...
Zeph: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: in the desert, but that 'e would send further word if more is uncovered.
Strider: Looters should fear for their lives
Strider: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods at Stride*
Angel of Death: *giggles softly*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Aye.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Not a place I'd go in search o' lost treasures.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: So anyhow, that's about it on that front.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Any Councilors or Officers w' item t' bring forth?
Arrenathian: Hmmm
Ren The Conjuror: Well...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Ren*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Grand Marshall?
Ren The Conjuror: You mean besides all the chaos resulting from the Opening of the Elven realm?
Arman Kharas: *eyes widen somewhat*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Oh, sure... blame the elves.
Ren The Conjuror: Powerful creatures being discovered in unheard of dungeons...
Tanda: *Giggles*
Zeph: I tend to blame everyone 'cept myself.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *grins at Zeph*
You see: grass
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: That's it?
Ren The Conjuror: One new item.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No vampires suckin' blood in Whisperin' Winds, or trolls charging taxes in Yew?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: What 'as this world come to?
Ren The Conjuror: The township of newcastle is beginning plans for an Autumn Harvest Faire.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *shakes his head in disappointment*
Ren The Conjuror: We will of course provide more information as the details our completed.
Strider: Vampires are too common these days to be newsworthy
Zeph: *laughs*
Strider: *smirks*
Zeph: That's so true!
Ren The Conjuror: There continue to be vague reports of activity by the Empire, and members of their criminal
Clover: *wispers*
Ren The Conjuror: element pop up from time to time in every crown city.
Clover: *we need to talk later lad*
Ren The Conjuror: Rumors of activity in Papau, Buc's Den and other remote places
Ren The Conjuror: after they departed Nujelm.
Arman Kharas: *looks over to the Grand Marshal and scribbles a fast note to text*
Zeph: Oh... Empire stuff. I've had an encounter with them lately, myself.
Zeph: A rather, blunt one.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Zeph*
Ren The Conjuror: Oh?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Would ye like t' share?
Zeph: Sure, Why not.
Zeph: *grins at Ra*
Arman Kharas: *jockeys to a better viewing position*
Zeph: Can I come up in the storytellin' area?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves his hand to the inner table*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Be my guest.
Zeph: Ahahaha!
Zeph: Great!
Zeph: *clears his throat, and cracks his knuckles*
Zeph: Alright, Anyway. I was in Skara with a good friend of mind.
Zeph: Y'know, Socializing?
Zeph: *makes some motions with his hand*
Koale : *yawns*
Strider: *elbows Koale*
Zeph: Anyway, All of a sudden up walks the man himself.
Zeph: Velturus Viaxus.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Lilyannia: *sighs*
Arman Kharas: *furrows a brow*
Zeph: The little cave elf started talkin' bout' ransom and all that.
Zeph: And I took that offensive, y'know... He was basically threatening my friend.
Alban: *Looks to Imadii*
Zeph: So I took off after him after he ran off.
Zeph: Yeah, He ran off... Like a little child.
Zeph: 'Course it could have just been my overpowering charisma and personality...
Zeph: *grins arrogantly*
Zeph: But that's a different story.
Arman Kharas: *coughs*
Alban: *Looks at Zeph*
Zeph: Anyway, He got scared and used his magic to poof off.
Zeph: So, I think somethin' here, might be being planned in the underground.
Zeph: Y'know.
Zeph: Scummy stuff.
Zeph: *grins*
Ren The Conjuror: *Raises his hand*
Zeph: Yuhhuh, Ren?
Ren The Conjuror: Well, two things really.
Zeph: 'Course.
Zeph: *folds his arms*
Ren The Conjuror: First I'll share with the council that the friends I have who are skilled in the arts of steath
Zeph: *laughs*
Zeph: By all means.
Ren The Conjuror: report that the Atalan general, known as Asimov, apparently has been hired by the
Ren The Conjuror: Empire to begin training their troops...
Zeph: Ahhh...
Strider: !!!
Zeph: *grins*
Zeph: Asimov...
Ren The Conjuror: I've also been informed, that Tenebrous and other of the Atalan have been reported
Ren The Conjuror: meeting with the Empire.
Zeph: *nods, chewing on his toothpick*
Zeph: Doesn't suprise me.
Ren The Conjuror: Now to my second point I guess which more directly involves you.
Ren The Conjuror: Perhaps this was covered while I was away.
Ren The Conjuror: Perhaps not.
Zeph: Anyone who doesn't know me, wont know that I was "in" the Empire during both of it's rising.
Zeph: And, They've got alot of...
Zeph: Contengencies.
Zeph: *grins*
Ren The Conjuror: Under the original formation of the Empire, my scouts...
Zeph: *nods*
Ren The Conjuror: Well I was just about to say, reported you being a part of the Empire.
Zeph: *chuckles and nods*
Arman Kharas: *continues vigrous note-taking*
Zeph: That'd be correct.
Leon DeLucsil: I wish to release this
Mike The Trainer: *watches the newcomer closely*
Zeph: Did you know though, that I was also a member of the Cult of The Black Dragon for some time?
Zeph: Not much time, but some.
Baequi Anea: hello
Zeph: O'course I was placed there, to...
Zeph: Spy...
Zeph: *grins*
Ren The Conjuror: So then your defense then for being a member of the Empire...
Clover: *makes copius notes*
Ren The Conjuror: was that you were actually not a member?
Zeph: *laughs*
Zeph: You know what my purpose there was.
Ren The Conjuror: I do and I don't.
Zeph: And I left the Empire, coldly, I may add shortly after.
Ren The Conjuror: *Shrugs*
Zeph: Everything I learned, Ren, was given to you.
Zeph: Outside of that.
Zeph: I've got no idea about what they do, and quite frankly, I don't care.
Alban: To save his neck from swinging, I bet!
Ren The Conjuror: The vague reports I heard of the information we discussed also being reported
Zeph: I think that the Empire has done nothing but decline since the original formation.
Ren The Conjuror: back to the Empire, gives one some hesitation.
Zeph: *nods*
Ren The Conjuror: But, let's just leave it by saying the thin line one walks as a Spy is most perilous
Zeph: You know I've always walked a thin line.
Ren The Conjuror: and far too often one can fall off, never to return to the right path.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Zeph: Well.
Ioshus: *blinks*
Zeph: If you want to talk about falling off lines...
Ioshus: Almost sounding like a trial here...
Zeph: I fell off -your- line a long time ago, when I was stabbed in the back.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Let us save philosophical debates fer another eve, an' stick t' the subject matter at 'and.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Zeph: *nods*
Ren The Conjuror: Thank you for your report Zeph.
Zeph: Well, All I'm saying is that... Keep your eye on em'
Ren The Conjuror: *Leans back in thought*
Zeph: They're sneaky.
Baequi Anea: Hello
Zeph: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Zeph: *tightens his skullcap*
Arrenathian: Chancellor?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Aye, m'lord?
Arrenathian: Might we put a high bounty on the heads of the Empire's leadership?
Zeph: I agree with that.
Zeph: *grins*
Arrenathian: Proof would be their heads.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Hmm...
Baequi Anea: Who's Horse
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Ren*
Ren The Conjuror: A high bounty?
Ailieve: Since when did the Britannian Armed Forces become mercenaries?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Any thoughts on that, Marshall?
Ren The Conjuror: Here are my thoughts.
Leon DeLucsil: ?yea
Zeph: Well.
Arrenathian: What ever can be afforded
Leon DeLucsil: *coughs*
Ren The Conjuror: I would think the last thing we want to do is start encouraging vigilantes
Arrenathian: Who said the BAF would do this?
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: and citizens of Britannia to take justice, the law, and such into their own hands
Ioshus: *raises hand*
Ren The Conjuror: for a bounty.
Zeph: Well... I've got my reservations on that plane of thought, but I'll keep it to my gorgeous self.
Ren The Conjuror: These people are dangerous.
Zeph: *grins*
Arrenathian: There are enough freelancers out there
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods at Ioshus that his hand's been seen*
Arrenathian: So are we.
Ren The Conjuror: If the Council member would prefer to replace the Armed Forces with Mercenaries whose loyalty
Zeph: I don't wanna offend anyone.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: we can question.
Ioshus: *smiles*
Ren The Conjuror: *Shrugs*
Arrenathian: No my dear Ren
Clover: *smiles*
Koale : !!
Clover: *wispers*
Ren The Conjuror: *Mutters a little*
Clover: *discontent how nice*
Ren The Conjuror: It's certainly a decision the council can make.
Arrenathian: but it might keep them on the run
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Justicar Ioshus...?
Arrenathian: if we did post it in Buc's Den
Ioshus: I have a few thoughts on the matter of bountys.
Ailieve: Arrenthian did you change seats?
Ioshus: First of all I know the Empire uses them because they put one on my head.
Arrenathian: How so?
Ioshus: *grins*
Ioshus: I can see how some may think hireing mercenaries would be taking away from the BAF, but
Ioshus: the mercenaries are out there whether we hire them or not.
Zeph: That is true.
Ren The Conjuror: *Raises his hand*
Ioshus: And honestly I would rather have them attacking other people instead of me.
Zeph: I've been offered contracts on people who support the EoA.
Zeph: And the oposite too.
Strider: Mercenaries tarnish the honor of the BAF!
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods to let Ren know his hand has been seen*
Strider: *spits*
Ioshus: And if the bounty was just posted.
Ioshus: We wouldn't technically be hireing them.
Ioshus: *grins*
Zeph: When the Councilors are done, I'd like to say something about this too.
Hammer
Zeph: *bites his lower lip*
Ioshus: Plus those sorts tend to blend in better than some of the BAf.
Ioshus: No offence of course.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods to Zeph that he will be called upon in turn*
Zeph: *nods*
Ioshus: Thats all I had to say.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods at Justicar Ioshus*

Note to self: rand al thor here 8:56 (unless he was stuck under his seat)

Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Thank ye, Justicar... afore I go on t' Grand Marshall Ren...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Let me say, I am... shocked... that th' Adjutant o' Order would suggest such chaos.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Grand Marshall...
Arrenathian: I have my reasons
Ren The Conjuror: Two points come to mind.
Zeph: Good reason too.
Ren The Conjuror: First, I certainly use hired agents, and have nothing against them, when it comes to information or
Ren The Conjuror: other non combat situations.
Clover: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: As you said, they can blend in easier..
Ren The Conjuror: But.
Ren The Conjuror: The first point.
Ren The Conjuror: The BAF drove the Empire from Nujelm, and scattered their forces, the BAF continue to function
Clover: *silly mortals make the seeds of chaos flower*
Ren The Conjuror: at our highest level of training in years.
Ren The Conjuror: Do we *need* mercenaries?
Clover: indeed my young man
Clover: indeed
Ren The Conjuror: Second.
Veldar the Black: *he watches the Grand Marshall speak*
Ren The Conjuror: How I'm curious, do I explain to the members of the Armed Forces who fight for the council
Lilyannia: *smiles at Jase*
Ren The Conjuror: and Britannia out of loyalty and love for free...
Ren The Conjuror: That the council is going to be paying someone, who would not be answerable to the council
Clover: this just gets better *smiles*
Ren The Conjuror: to do the job they have done for years without pay.
Strider: *nods*
Ren The Conjuror: I know...
Ren The Conjuror: When I go into combat, with every branch, that they are good men...
Ren The Conjuror: Who I can count on and trust with my life, and to uphold the wishes of the council and the
Ren The Conjuror: people of Britannia.
Ren The Conjuror: A man whose fighting for gold? Is not one I can trust...
pabII: *caughs*
Ren The Conjuror: As evidenced by the empires own mercenaries who turned on them.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ren The Conjuror: Someone else may always have more gold.
Ren The Conjuror: Consider these things I ask, and honor the men and women who fight daily for the council
Ren The Conjuror: and Britannia out of compassion and Valor, before we start telling them they
Ren The Conjuror: are the equals of those who fight for a check.
Ren The Conjuror: *Nods*
Ren The Conjuror: That's it.
Strider: *applauds*
Arrenathian: My Dear Ren
Zeph: *nods*
Arrenathian: I never meant to have them fight next to our own.
Ioshus: *nods*
Alban: *Raises Hand*
Arrenathian: We can
Clover: *wispers*
Arrenathian: however
Clover: *zeph*
Arrenathian: let some of the freelancers
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods to Alban to let him know his hand has been seen*
Clover: *i need to see these mercanaries*
Arrenathian: chase the Empire freeing us up to kill them
Clover: *can you arrange a meeting*
Baequi Anea: *looks over*
Zeph: *grins*
Clover: *smiles*
Clover: well two of us now
Clover: *smiles*
Zeph: *nods*
Clover: *wispers*
Arrenathian: Take another question
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Zeph: Just let me know when It's my turn.
Zeph: *laughs*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Zeph, t' be followed by Alban. Zeph...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves him forward*
Zeph: *nods*
Zeph: This is something that I feel like needs to be said, especially from me...
Zeph: And I'm not braggin'
Zeph: All through this nation's history even when this Council did not exist.
Zeph: It has prevailed through every test, every single one.
Strider: *nods*
Clover: *chuckles*
Zeph: When I followed Dorian DeLacey back in the day, with the Rebels.
Zeph: We fought our hearts out.
Clover: *shakes head*
Zeph: Sweat and blood.
Zeph: And we still weren't able to make a dent, in the end.
Tanda: *scratches head and mutters Dorian*
Zeph: This nation has never needed outside help, and I doubt it ever will.
Zeph: I believe in the -people- of this place.
Zeph: Regardless fo what type of government.
Zeph: It is the feeling I get here, that matters.
Koale : Rest In Peace ?!
Veldar the Black: *he looks over at Zeph with interest*
Zeph: And I think that it will overcome this challenge, just like all the others.
Zeph: I mean.
Zeph: When Basil Stag Hare and the Cult descended on Trinsic.
Lilyannia: *sighs once again*
Zeph: They were fought off, Not by a grand army.
Zeph: But the local militia, and CITIZENS.
Strider: *nods*
Zeph: This is all I've got to say on this
Zeph: *shrugs*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Alban...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves him forward*
Alban: *Nods*
Alban: Thank you, Sir.
Alban: But I am astounded by all of the War Hawks here,
Alban: Has anyone considered the Diplomatic approach to the Empire?
Mike The Trainer: *smothers a laugh*
Alban: And if so, why is it over shadowed by those that want to ravage the Land with War?
Zeph: Son, Half of them are Drow.
Lilyannia: *shakes her head a bit*
Alban: Thank you, Chancellor.
Zeph: There is no diplomacy.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Zeph: *grins brightly*
Ioshus: *raises hand*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Justicar Ioshus...
Zeph: *nudges Clover*
Ioshus: I would like to say that when I first became Tandas adjutant.
Baequi Anea: sir please stop.
Ioshus: I tried being diplomatic
Ioshus: And I still try to be nice to the empire and people that live similar lives.
Ioshus: But all you get from talking is waking up in diches if your lucky.
Ioshus: At least with those folk.
Strider: *nods*
Ioshus: Thats all.
Zeph: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Zeph: Like I said, They -are- Drow, let's not forget.
Zeph: Beautiful, but stubborn.
Arrenathian: Aye Zeph
Zeph: *grins*
Lilyannia: *stiffles a laugh*
Mike The Trainer: *shakes his head*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Were there any more comments on this matter?
Clover: the drow were but children when I was last on this plane
Arrenathian: They are abominations
Clover: nay rather a creation
Clover: with purpose
Arrenathian: Pfft
Clover: *smiles patiently*
Rand al'Thor: They are not evil as a Race...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *turns to face Rand*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: They're not?
Arrenathian: Are you mad
Mike The Trainer: *coughs*
Ioshus: I thought he looked ill..
Rand al'Thor: Of course not..no Race is etirely Evil...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I thought good drow were the exception, nae the rule.
Ailieve: Its the hair.
Clover: i see intelligence has not changed
Baequi Anea: Hello
Clover: *smiles*
Zeph: *chuckles*
Trendallynn: Hail
Rand al'Thor: I seen human's do thing that would put some Drow to shame.
Zeph: So have I.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Dinnae get me started on 'umanity.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Arrenathian: The race itself
Zeph: *chuckles*
Arrenathian: is a punishment upon it's people
Arrenathian: from the maker
Zeph: *shakes his head*
Alban: Maybe you should send a Peace Emmisary to them then?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... steerin' away from Drow 'istory, an' back t' the matter o' the bounty...
Zeph: Every race has commited atrocities, it's why I focus on inviduals.
Zeph: *grins*
Zeph: Righto!
Zeph: Bounties!
Clover: such simple thinking
Ioshus: *raises hand*
Zeph: *rolls his shoulders*
Alban: How do you know for certain it won't be recieved?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Justicar...
Ioshus: Well about the bounties....
Alban: *LOoks to Imadii*
Ren The Conjuror: The last diplomatic contact we recieved we a head in a box, when they threatened to kill me and
Ren The Conjuror: others unless we gave them Vesper.
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks back at Alban*
Ren The Conjuror: *Turns forward once more*
Ioshus: Unless the council passes a law against it theres nothing to stop individuals from making their own.
Clover: *smiles*
Ioshus: Not in the law codex anyways.
Ren The Conjuror: Is it legal....
Ren The Conjuror: For one Citizen to hire another, to kill their nrighbor if they felt they committed a crime?
Ioshus: No laws saying it isn't.
Clover: when my order arrives in earnest best you pick the right side Zeph
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods to himself that the judicial and military chairs were aptly placed*
Zeph: *gives Arrenathian a friendly nod*
Clover: *smiles*
Ioshus: Well the person doing the murdering would definetly be in trouble.
Ren The Conjuror: The person who hired them is innocent?
Ioshus: But if they were killing people of the empire..
Zeph: *leans over to Clover and wraps an arm around her shoulder*
Ioshus: Who aren't citizens of Britannia...
Ioshus: And EoS as well..
Ioshus: No laws against it.
Clover: *wraps tendril into Zephs mind*
Zeph: *grins and leans back*
Ioshus: Unless the council decides to make one.
Clover: indeed young man
pabII: *leans on elbow*
Clover: indeed
Ioshus: The law codex could do with some updating..
Ioshus: Thats all I have to say.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Any o'er comments?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Adjutant Arrenathian... did ye 'ave an amount ye were considerin' as a bounty?
Arrenathian: None that can't wait
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An'...
Arrenathian: No
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Nae t' put too fine a point on it... what method were ye considerin' for raisin' the funds for
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: such bounties t' be paid?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Given that this Council dinnae 'ave a taxation upon Britannia.
pabII: *head drops*
Arrenathian: I'm sure they can be found
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... if ye would like t' draft a formal proposal, we shall bring it to vote one meet hence.
Arrenathian: Let me look at this more closely
Arrenathian: Yes sir.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks at Ailieve*
Ren The Conjuror: When you find a way to raise funds, let me know so I can petition the funds to instead be
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: All propositions 'ave the right t' a vote.
Ren The Conjuror: rationed to the branches of the BAF for equipment.
Ren The Conjuror: *Coughs and mutters*
Arrenathian: Ren?
pabII: *looks to Ren*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: On t' the... oh gods... a treasurer...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *frowns and mutters quietly to himself*
Arrenathian: Is there a need for money to the BAF?
pabII: *smiles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: And on t' the next topic...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Lets nae beat a dead 'orse until e'en an orc wouldnae eat it.
Zeph: *chuckles*
Ioshus: Is that possible?
pabII: *wipes sleep from eyes*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Were there further items from the Council?
Leon DeLucsil: *pokes pab awke*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Before I move t' the floor, a couple o' brief items...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: First...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Councilors...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks around to each of them*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: By next meet, I would like a rune your offices that the public may meet you at,
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: an' both a typical hour at which you may be found there, as well as an alternate time or
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: two in case ye cannae make your regular time.
Arrenathian: Offices?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: If ye dinnae 'ave an office, find one.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Preferably in the city ye represent or another appropriate venue.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: We've been quite lax on bein' available t' the public...
Ailieve: Thought you already had a rune to the Royal Oaks, Chancellor?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: That ends as of next meet.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: The runes will be placed upstairs in the library for easy access to all.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Ye can split your time o'er a few periods or 'owe'er ye wish to do so.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Also...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: If any o' ye, or any present, 'ave 'istorical tomes ye'd like t' place in the library regardin'
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: the cities, virtues, whate'er, the library upstairs will certainly welcome those as well.
Baequi Anea: SHlash can you disarm yourself
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Those o' ye wi' cities wi' local governments, a copy o' yer charter would be appreciated as well.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Yew*
Slash: Oh sorry
Baequi Anea: Slash
Slash: i got lost
Slash: and almost died
Baequi Anea: Thank you
pabII: Aye
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Pab, ye may wish t' check the one upstairs just t' make sure it's still accurate.
pabII: Yes i will
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods at Pab*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Thank ye.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles*
Tanda: *raises hand*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Minister...
Tanda: There had been copies of most records
Tanda: of city laws
Tanda: and such
Tanda: in the Justicars office
Tanda: in the tomes
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Ahh...
Tanda: not sure how up to date they are
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Most excellent then...
Tanda: any more
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I'll 'ave t'... search the rubble in the old Council 'all.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Tanda: *Nods*
Tanda: I had pinned them to a wall
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An' get the architect on 'is feet again.
Tanda: once
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I'm certain they still exist. They're just in a crate o'er there waitin' unpackin'.
Tanda: *Nods*
Ioshus: Architects? Office?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods to Ioshus with a smile*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Yes, yes, an office.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: And a courtroom.
Ioshus: *nods in agreement*
Tanda: *raises hand*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods to Tanda*
Slash: I am at the High Council meeting right?
Tanda: well to through a wrench into things
Tanda: Lifestar and I on occasion
Tanda: used the fines of criminals
Ren The Conjuror: *Chuckles a little and looks back and nods at Slash*
Tanda: to pay for information on other criminals
Tanda: *Smiles*
Slash: Ah
Slash: Thank You
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Well... err... ah...
Polynikes of Yew: *stands and stretches*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Councilor Ailieve?
Tanda: Thought might aid the Councilor
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks back*
Ailieve: The Royal Knight's library
Mike The Trainer: *tries to signal to Ren*
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks over*
Ailieve: just got a donation of many many books containing copies of High Council Meeting minutes
Mike The Trainer: *signals that he has to leave*
Ailieve: Wouldn't they be better here?
Ren The Conjuror: *Nods and motions to knightwalker outside*
Mike The Trainer: *nods*
Ren The Conjuror: *Turns back to Ailieve and the CHancellor*
Mike The Trainer: *salutes*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: May'aps so.
Ren The Conjuror: Yes,
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Room can be made for 'em.
Ailieve: Good.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
Ailieve: Because the Royal Knights library is running out of run.
Ailieve: To many books.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... one last thing before movin' t' the floor...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Up on the third floor, a lecture 'all 'as been set up.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: It is my 'ope that in the comin' months, we might find a couple o' 'istorians or instructors
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: or some such t' put it t' good use.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: But more on that as plans get finalized.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Be there anyone present wi' an item t' bring before the Council?
Zeph: Oh. Faires.
Zeph: *nods*
Strider: *raises hand*
Leshyani Rianne: Actually i do
Leshyani Rianne: More of a request actually
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... Strider, followed by Zeph, an' Leshyani Rianne...
Strider: Just an announcement...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves Strider forward*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I won't bite, I promise.
Strider: The Vesper Museum is very close to it's 1st display!
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles*
Zeph: *chuckles*
Strider: All contributions are greatly appreciated
Strider: Thank you
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Arrenathian: Strider
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Thank ye for that news, Strider.
Strider: Yes Councilor?
Arrenathian: Can you get me a rune for that?
Strider: *nods*
Arrenathian: Thank you
Zeph: Nevermind, What I've got is still too undeveloped to talk 'bout.
Strider: The Museum is located in the far southeast corner of vesper
Zeph: Let the Enchantress go.
Zeph: *grins*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Zeph*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Ye sure?
Zeph: Perfectly.
Zeph: *grins*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight then... Leshyani Rianne...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves her forward*
Leshyani Rianne: Ahh.. thank yew..
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... what is it? Do my robes stink?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *waves her forward*
Zeph: *laughs*
Leshyani Rianne: I saw that Redlow's library had been closed.
Leshyani Rianne: And there had been a runor of a library here at the High Council
Ren The Conjuror: His books have been moved to my Keep...
Leshyani Rianne: SO I had assumed that Ariyana's books on Witchcraft had found thier way to this hall in the boxe
Leshyani Rianne: Boxes that is..
Ren The Conjuror: They are also at my Keep.
Ren The Conjuror: Though most of them are sealed from public viewing.
Leshyani Rianne: I would like to request a copy of those said books to be displayed in my Library
Ren The Conjuror: *Frowns*
Leshyani Rianne: As she was once a confidant and Enchantress of my organization
Zeph: *cocks an eyebrow at Ailieve*
pabII: *looks to Ren*
Ren The Conjuror: I will....consider the request.
Leshyani Rianne: *throws a look at Ailieve*
Veldar the Black: *he smiles slightly as the Enchantress speaks*
Leshyani Rianne: thank yew ren
Ren The Conjuror: We can speak more in private at a later time.
Veldar the Black: All the pawns...
Leshyani Rianne: I shall be at my Library later tonight if yew wish
Zeph: ...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Was there anyone else wi' an item to bring forth?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... just a couple o' reminders then...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Thursday, 8:00 PM central skies, a discussion about Nujel'm wi' its citizenry
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: t' be 'eld in the Nujel'm Palace main 'all.
Leon DeLucsil: *pokes Pab awke*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Ren*
Arrenathian: Sir
Slash: *looks confused*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Any appropriate security measures would be appreciated.
pabII: *sits up straight*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Aye?
Arrenathian: I have a prior commitment that ngit I am sorry
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Arrenathian: I wished to attend though
Arrenathian: I am sorry.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Hmm...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: That makes two... count 'em... two Councilors...
pabII: *raises hand*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *frowns a moment*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks to Pab*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Aye, m'lady?
Ailieve: Sorry.
Ailieve: My current studies and all.
pabII: Im sorry but i will be at the healers gettign surgery they call it
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *chuckles*
pabII: i wont be able to attend
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Thursday is not my night.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No laughter at yer surgery, m'lady.
pabII: I would hope not
Arrenathian: You are well though?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I 'ope all goes well.
pabII: sir
Slash: Excuse me
Ailieve: All our hopes and prayers for you Councilor Pab
pabII: i hear it is unpleasant
Zeph: Meep meep meep.
Zeph: *folds his arms*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: My best wishes for a speedy recovery, m'lady.
pabII: Thank Ye Chancelor
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *thinks for a moment*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Would Wednesday eve be better?
Arrenathian: I think it would for me
Slash: Um...
Leshyani Rianne: Hmm..
Ailieve: For me yes
Rand al'Thor: Ether night...I will show.
pabII: aye
Slash: Who is the Council of Istari
Tanda: *scribbles notes*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight... we'll call it Wednesday then...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: An' then, the other reminder... next Wednesday...
Clover: *looks over*
Zeph: *cocks an eyebrow at Clover*
Ren The Conjuror: *Whispers to Polynikes*
Arrenathian: Can you have a rune for the location here at the hall?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: 8:00 PM central skies... Trinsic Meeting Hall, southeast meetin' 'all...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Upstairs in the book marked Nujel'm.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *smiles*
Arrenathian: Thank you sir
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Debates for Trinsic... there'll be a book upstairs for the frequent debates spots for that as well.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Applications will be taken until 6:00 PM central skies that evening.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: As a reminder, candidates who apply MUST...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: an' let me stress that word again...
Slash: can someone please tell me who the Council of Istari is
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: MUST
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: attend the debate t' be on the ballot.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks over at Slash*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No clue 'ere...
Zeph: Me either.
Slash: Im gonna die after meeting...
Clover: *smiles*
Zeph: Never heard of em'
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *raises an eyebrow*
Slash: they just declared war on me...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Why are ye goin' t' die?
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks back at Slash*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Err... did ye accept the terms o' war?
Slash: Yes
Slash: It is chicken to not accept
Strider: *laughs*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Silly thing t' do if ye dinnae e'en know yer opponent.
Slash: and dishonorable
Clover: *chuckles*
Zeph: *chuckles*
Zeph: He's got a point.
Slash: I do not wish to dishonor my guild...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I'd go wi' dumb t' fight an unknown enemy... but...
Clover: indeed
Ren The Conjuror: What is your name sir?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *shrugs*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: To each their own.
Slash: Mine?
Ioshus: Running away works for most things hehe.
Ren The Conjuror: *Nods*
Slash: I am Slash
Zeph: *laughs*
Ren The Conjuror: I thought so...
Zeph: Yeah, Running can be affective.
Zeph: *grins*
Strider: *scowls at Ioshus*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: If Slash dies this eve,
Ren The Conjuror: Takashi has spoken highly of you.
Clover: *listens intently*
Ren The Conjuror: My name is Ren, and I believe we will be meeting on Tuesday to discuss
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: funery services t' be perfomed in Britain Graveyard tomorrow eve, 6:00 PM central skies.
Slash: Ah
Slash: Nice to meet you
Clover: *laughs*
Ren The Conjuror: your men...
Ioshus: *laughs*
Alban: *Laughs at the Chancellor*
KnightWalker: The bald one by the door.
Trendallynn: That is quick
Ren The Conjuror: I would reccomend cancelling any wars until we meet for your own safety.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Any last items?
Slash: yes ma'am
Clover: interesting
Clover: *smiles*
Ren The Conjuror: *Coughs*
Zeph: *laughs*
Zeph: Ma'am!
Zeph: Hahahaha
Dr.Faustus: *taps Jae on the back*
Ren The Conjuror: I know I'm pretty, but not that pretty.
Zeph: *leans back, laughing*
Ren The Conjuror: *winks*
Slash: Oh
Ethirali Jaemar: *looks back*
Ethirali Jaemar: Yes?
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Hearin' none, this meet stands adjourned...
Slash: I am teribly Sorry
Rand al'Thor: Hate to see the woman where he comes from..
Leon DeLucsil: *blinks*
Dr.Faustus: Excuse me, are you Jae?
Zeph: Hahahaha!
Ethirali Jaemar: *nods*
Trendallynn: *covers her mouth to stiffle a laugh*
Ethirali Jaemar: I am.
Arrenathian: Rand
Zeph: Whew.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Thank ye all fer comin'.