Archive of the 168th session

[Lord DaKaren]

168th Meeting of the High Council (October 3, 2005)

BEFORE MEETING

Slash: Go
Marc Bolan: k
hans noodlenogin: *whispers* i wonder whats in that book in the middle there.
Dar: i am not young
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Sorry t' be late.
Ren The Conjuror: *Gives Ra'dian a long look, his gaze distant and troubled*
Ren The Conjuror: *Turns forward and stiffens a little*
Ailieve: *sighs and tugs on her bangs*
Dar: *looks around and starts eating*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Give me a moment t' sort m' papers an' we'll begin if we 'avenae already.
hans noodlenogin: *smiles at Ailieve*
Ailieve: *nods to Hans*


HIGH COUNCIL MEETING

Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: A'ight...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Let's get this meetin' rollin'.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I'll open th' floor t' any Council members who 'ave items t' bring forth first...
Leon DeLucsil: *looks around*
Dar: *picks his ear*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No one?
Andreas: *looks around*
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks at Ra'dian*
Dar: *starts to fall asleep*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: *looks at Ren*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Would ye like the floor, Grand Marshall?
Ren The Conjuror: *Nods once*
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks aorund the room and takes a deep breath*
Ren The Conjuror: Since before even the final withdrawal of Lord British this High Council has served the people of
Ren The Conjuror: Britannia.
Ren The Conjuror: Its history is long and proud.
Ren The Conjuror: A history filled with struggle and ups and downs.
Ren The Conjuror: Throughout this long history the Royal Knights have offered their lives and their swords.
Ren The Conjuror: They have stood beside the brave men and women of the BAF.
Ren The Conjuror: Since before even the formation of this council
Ren The Conjuror: the Knighthood has struggled to serve the crown and the people of Britannia.
Ren The Conjuror: With Lord British gone,
Ren The Conjuror: the Knights have worked with this council in hopes of continuing this long tradition
Ren The Conjuror: Times have changed.
Ren The Conjuror: I have served as the Grand Marshall of Virtue far longer then any of my predecessors.
Ren The Conjuror: Before that time I served as on of the first three Field Marshalls
Ren The Conjuror: chosen by Grand Marshal Nero of the Order of the Silver Serpent.
Ren The Conjuror: During times of war, when leading the BAF into combat
Ren The Conjuror: against the orcs in Yew, the invading forces in Britain, or the Atalan in Trinsic, my job was clear
Ren The Conjuror: The need of the people was clear and the council served as a rallying force
Ren The Conjuror: against these clear threats
Ren The Conjuror: Since the last major battle in Nujelm against the Empire,
Ren The Conjuror: we have experienced a relative peace.
Ren The Conjuror: A peace that has allowed me the time to evaluate and question if I am still serving the people
Ren The Conjuror: The truth I believe now is that the existing council has long been held
Ren The Conjuror: together by a few strong individuals,
Ren The Conjuror: clinging to a proud tradition and hoping that things shall one day
Ren The Conjuror: return to what they once were.
Ren The Conjuror: Uncountable hours of work has been spent by a few in a struggle for the many.
Ren The Conjuror: It is my belief, that our work to this date, has failed.
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks around and takes another deep breath*
Ren The Conjuror: The council has become a ghost of what it once was.
Ren The Conjuror: There are failings in every branch from the Justice system to the armed forces.
Ren The Conjuror: None are without fault and none are without responsibility.
Ren The Conjuror: The votes and even verdicts have become a popularity contest and the
Ren The Conjuror: right decisions are no longer being made.
Ren The Conjuror: From week to week nothing is accomplished.
Ren The Conjuror: So many laws and subsections exist that almost nothing can be accomplished.
Ren The Conjuror: My duties as Grand Marshall and the discipline of the BAF
Ren The Conjuror: is at issue as the detailed charters prevent me from taking action.
Ren The Conjuror: With these troubled thoughts plaguing me daily...
Ren The Conjuror: I have been forced to make a decision.
Ren The Conjuror: In order to return to the original intent of this council
Ren The Conjuror: and to move once again in action, in the right direction.
Ren The Conjuror: To serve the people of Britannia with every resource at my disposal without constraint
Ren The Conjuror: I would like to announce my resignation as the Grand Marshal of Virtue.
Ren The Conjuror: *Pauses*
Ailieve: *sighs and looks down*
Ren The Conjuror: In addition
Andreas: *squints*
Ren The Conjuror: as the commanding officer of the Knighthood, I am withdrawing the Royal Knights
Ren The Conjuror: from official service in the Britannian Armed Forces.
hans noodlenogin: *gasps*
Ren The Conjuror: We shall continue to patrol the streets of our land.
Ren The Conjuror: Without a king, we look to the ruling council as he appointed for direction.
Ren The Conjuror: Should this direction be found lacking,
Ren The Conjuror: the knights and the citizens of Newcastle will be forced
Ren The Conjuror: to seek an alternative, one that only the future can determine.
Ren The Conjuror: It is our hope that with our withdrawal we can continue to work
Ren The Conjuror: with any remaining forces of this council during our patrols,
Ren The Conjuror: rather then the opposite alternative.
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks around the room and turns back forward*
Ren The Conjuror: The Knighthood and citizens of Newcastle hope to inspire
Ren The Conjuror: and work with any others who work for the people.
Ren The Conjuror: We wish this council success in the future,
Ren The Conjuror: but at this time
Ren The Conjuror: we can no longer serve nor recognize the existing council as the acting authority.
Ren The Conjuror: *Looks at each councilor and then turns to Ra'dian*
Ren The Conjuror: May the Virtues bless you all and the stars light your way.
Lilyannia: *Drops her pike*
Ariakas: *Drops pike*
KnightWalker: *drops her pike*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Inspiration through abandonment. A most interesting technique.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: This meeting stands adjourned.



POST MEETING REACTIONS


Lilyannia: *salutes*
KnightWalker: *salute*
Oona: *Throws down her pike*
Ailieve: *sighs heavily*
Ren The Conjuror: As I expected.
Ren The Conjuror: Knights, form up outside.
Aluriel: pThat's it?
Q'arlynd Melarn: hmm s trike
Maionna: *smirks*
Andreas: *looks around in confusion*
Polynikes of Yew: good luck with you work
Ardrion Hitirra: You People are weak
Maionna: Meneldur will find this interesting indeed.
Ren The Conjuror: I wish you the best Field Marshall.
Q'arlynd Melarn: this coulncil has falling apart
Polynikes of Yew: *nods*
Polynikes of Yew: I wish the same for your group
Ren The Conjuror: We will see you on the streets, stay safe.
Polynikes of Yew: you too
Ren The Conjuror: *Salutes*
Polynikes of Yew: *salutes*
Slash: Ren
Ren The Conjuror: Yes?
Slash: Cause I am a little confused
Ren The Conjuror: I remain the leader of a military force, and in an alliance.
Ren The Conjuror: But not the BAF.
Aluriel: Is the Council fallen?
Leon DeLucsil: Sir
Slash: Oh
hans noodlenogin: *poke poke*
Ren The Conjuror: The remains to be seen.
Slash: Am i still able to get in?
Ren The Conjuror: We will need to discuss this at a later date.
Slash: Yes sir...
pabII: well field marshall
pabII: interesting
Andreas: Aye
Polynikes of Yew: yes
Polynikes of Yew: especially
pabII: i have no words
Polynikes of Yew: the chancellor
Polynikes of Yew: closing the meeting
Leon DeLucsil: *nods*
Polynikes of Yew: without any discussion of what we should do
Polynikes of Yew: *shrugs*
pabII: i do not think Ra expected it
Polynikes of Yew: let us gather in Yew
pabII: aye
Leon DeLucsil: *AYe*
Polynikes of Yew: send runners to our allies and discuss this turn of events
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No, he did not.
Polynikes of Yew: Leon
Leon DeLucsil: Ye ssir
Polynikes of Yew: please inform the people to gather at my office
pabII: Ra what are we to do now?
Polynikes of Yew: *bows*
Leon DeLucsil: Of course
Leon DeLucsil: *salutes*
Polynikes of Yew: Chancilor
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I will give much thought over the course of the coming week.
Leon DeLucsil: All right
Leon DeLucsil: All Yew Militia Personnel
Polynikes of Yew: *nods*
Leon DeLucsil: Please report to the Militia Headquarters
Polynikes of Yew: That might be best
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: After that...
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Insult laden speech,
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I felt it best t' call it short this week.
Polynikes of Yew: Yes
Polynikes of Yew: *frowns*
pabII: aye agreed sir
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: No good could hae come from discussion.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: But...
Polynikes of Yew: *smiles ruefully*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: I dinnae expect this shall be the end o' the Council.
Polynikes of Yew: You are right Chancellor
Polynikes of Yew: perhaps
Rhiannon Lee: *finishes scribbling notes excitedly*
pabII: I certainly hope not
Polynikes of Yew: some of us just wanted a chance to return the compliments
Polynikes of Yew: *grins*
Polynikes of Yew: and that would have
Polynikes of Yew: been no benefit at all.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Exactly why I called the meet.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Let us stand from this taller than before.
Polynikes of Yew: Wise call sir.
Polynikes of Yew: *nods*
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: Now, nae offense t' anyone,
Polynikes of Yew: let us hope so
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: but I must see a surgeon t' remove th' dagger from betwixt m' shoulderblades.
Polynikes of Yew: *smiles*
Polynikes of Yew: be careful sir
Calibus: *frowns*
pabII: May the gods be with your thoughts this week Ra and guide you on the right path
Polynikes of Yew: Til later then
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: May Virtue keep ye all safe.
Maionna: Chancellor...I wish a word with you if possible
pabII: till nest week
Polynikes of Yew: Take care sir
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: In one week, we shall meet again.
Ra'Dian Fl'Gith: If it be a swift one, aye.
Polynikes of Yew: *nods*
Polynikes of Yew: Thank you sir
Polynikes of Yew: if you come to Yew we can talk more
Calibus: Need a gate sir?
Tarkus: Aye I shall do that then
Polynikes of Yew: I have many pressing things to deal with at this time.
Polynikes of Yew: you are welcome to come to Yew
Tarkus: Thank you for your time Field Marshal
Polynikes of Yew: I look forward to speaking with you more
Calibus: Sir?
Calibus: Would you be liking a gate?
Polynikes of Yew: Calibus
Polynikes of Yew: can you throw a gate to the old
Polynikes of Yew: armory
Polynikes of Yew: for me?
Calibus: Um.... I can to M'Lady Willa's office
Maionna: *tosses statue down*
Calibus: Is that close enough?