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RoE Archive => The Imperial City => Courts of Anuire => RoE2 Archives => Sword & Crown 1535HC => : X-DM Jon March 10, 2009, 02:21:56 PM
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The ambassador to Dhoesone, Lord Airon Dosiere, takes the floor.
"I have been away from the Anuirean court these last ten years, so I am not aware of the way the high nobility does it's business these days. Nonetheless I see that there are matters that still remain unsolved, indeed they are as festering as ever - and it would seem the Anuirean nobility are doing what they can to ignore the problem.
So I ask you, nobles of Anuire, what is to be your future!? Why do you think you have a special claim to any title or position of honor afore the people, when you allow self-styled Dukes and Duchesses to sit amongst you!?
I speak of course of the so-called Duke of Ghieste and the so-called Duchess of Tornilen. That you allow them to administer a few provinces is one thing, but to allow them to call themselves Duke and Duchess and just smile and nod! PATHETIC!
They are usurpers of your glory! Of your ANCESTRAL GLORY! And you treat them and honor them like they are your equals!? Like they deserve an equal place amongst you!?
Is this the future Anuirean nobility you desire? Where any man be allowed to stick a knife in you, take your bloodline and be allowed to get away with it!? While all your so-called peers smile and call him great!?
WHAT IS THE FUTURE OF THE ANUIREAN NOBILITY!!!!!?"
With this last outburst of rather Rjuven anger, Airon Dosiere composes himself and takes his place once again.
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There is some nervous anticipation in the air as the Sword Mage rises to respond. She is known for her temper and arcane puissance - a few servants and attendants move away from both her and Lord Dosiere, fearing an outburst of magic.
She does not, however, start flinging fire at Lord Dosiere. Instead she reponds calmly.
"Ah yes, this is a matter of grave importance. The unrest in the Spiderfell, the Wraiths plaguing Ilien, even the war between Avanil and Boeruine, all these things pale in comparison."
She waits a moment to let her barb go through.
"Let me respond. I stake my claim on the blood of the Tanar family, hailing from Vosgaard. We have always been a Duchy and I see no reason to relinquish my claim even though I am in another land. Does the nobility disregard all titles of Vosgaard? That has not been the tradition previously, the nobles of Anuirea has never before disregarded foreign titles - do you mean to do so now? I can only imagine what it will do for the relations between the realms in the future."
She nods towards the Countess of Ilien.
"Perhaps Countess Geraldine el-Mesir of Ilien would like to give answer as well - as I understand it, her title hails from Khinasi. Is that to be disregarded as well?"
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The so-called Duke of Ghieste sits quietly, watching those in the room and showing no intention yet of speaking. In fact he seems almost amused by the angry speech of Lord Dosiere, a slight smile playing on his lips while he gently sighs at several pieces of the rabid rant.
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The count of Endier, Guy de Nichalier, rises to speak.
"I am very concerned about the perception of illegitimately-raised Dukes administering Anuirean lands. However, I feel this is a matter best raised by a Duke, or perhaps by a Temple of Haelyn. However, I agree with the Wit..err, the Sword Mage. There are more pressing matters, matters of life and death that need our attention. Would that we had an Emperor to decide these matters.
The Sword Mage has proven herself a valuable ally to the Conclave of Temples and a capable administrator of Anuirean lands. I don't know what more we can ask for from a Duchess. If none of her peers raises an issue with the manner of her ascension, then her right to rule is established de facto. And Lord Dosiere, perhaps you should make your intention clear, are you speaking as a landless noble, or as the official representative of Dhoesone."
Sir Guy de Nichalier sits, looking relaxed, and takes a sip from his wine.
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"But does the Sword Mage renounce the god of her people? Does she announce before this body that she adhere to the Anuirean Pantheon?" Sheik Musaraf Daouta of the Life and Protection of Avanlae says.
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Someone shouts:
She's already atoned! She went before Pontiff Aurlien himself, Haelyn bless his soul!
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"Exactly." Musaraf says.
"Therefore, the neccessity of this conversation seem moot, if not wholly irrelevent. Unless, this esteemed body is to set the criteria by which they shall be upheld."
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Arvour stands and addresses the representative of Dhoesone.
"Was it not the Roele emperors who acknowledged the Khinasi title of patriarch and legitimized the rule of the Daouta dyanasty in the duchy of Elinie and, unless I'm mistaken, the first Daouta was an assassin who did just what you described to the previous ruler of Elinie, stabbed him and took his birthright?"
"In the years since the Daoutas proved to be a blessing for the people of Elinie, and, as far as I've heard, the Duchess of Tornilen has taken the faith of the Stormlord to heart, an Anuirean god... my god."
"Should the duke of Ghieste and the duchess not be given an opportunity to prove themselves before their peers? After all, whose lands do they rule now, those of late baron Tael and I find it hard to believe that someone here would champion his interests."
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Baron Tshalen stands:
That whore bespelled my house and almost destroyed me and my kin. For that she will one day pay. If ever I get the chance I will strangle her with mine own hands if need be, or gut her like the filthy vermin that she is. And her brother can follow her to Hell - because that is where they are going. No action or absolution can wash their hands clean - and eternity in purgatory might cleanse them, but nothing less.
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*cough* "My good Baron Raemel, I feel inclined to point out, that the former Anuirean ruler of Elinie was Duke Manethander, an Azrai blooded Awnsheglien who was puppeteering his children and children's children to keep the power while killing hundreds of citizens.
Besides, he was not the original target of my most esteemed and noble ancestor. There was a state of legally declared war between the Empire and the Khinasi nations. - Indeed, cutting off the head of a snake can save thousands of lives.
You will desist your slanderous references to my ancestor or we will have something relevant to discuss."
EDIT: Added Baron's name, as there are quite a few barons active.
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Lord Carilon does not takes the floor as of yet. Instead he whispers something to his Lady, which makes her smile, albeit thinly.
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The Sword Mage looks over at Baron Tshalen, her cool demeanor is beginning to fray at the edges.
"Those are fighting words Baron, I demand satisfaction. I challenge you to trial by combat, I suggest we settle this at dawn tomorrow or the day after. You are welcome to meet me yourself or send a placeholder, but I will not suffer this from a spineless dog like you."
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Lord Dosiere shouts.
"The Emperor accepted the Daoutas! Who has accepted Tornilen or Ghieste!? Who has the right!? I'll tell you! The Chamberlain of Anuire has the right!"
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The Sword Mage simply raises a flat hand in Lord Dosiere's direction, ignoring him. She is looking directly at Baron Tshalen, seeing if he will meet her eyes. Her teeth are clenched as she speaks.
"My Lord, I am the recognized lord of Tornilen, as evidenced by my invitation and presence here. You have slighted my honor, by implication that of my realm and of my people. I demand satisfaction and demand a trial by combat. Resolving it at the jousting grounds is appropriate. By my right as a regent and a follower of Cuiraécen, I demand a trial! How do you respond!?"
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"Since she is no peer I will not fight myself - I would gladly strangle her though - as it gives to much credibility to her claim. As for honor...you have none and can never have any, so that I spit upon!
Fortunately the gods have, in their wisdom, sent me a champion that has no such qualms. Ser Estevan Daulton will represent me. Tomorrow at dawn it is, before the Cathedral of Cuiarécen!"
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Chamberlain Dosiere remains quiet - it is know that he has never recognized neither Ghieste nor Tornilen...but then again eh never recognize Raenech as Duke OR King.
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The Sword Mage smiles in grim satisfaction.
"Good, it will be a welcome distraction. Tomorrow at dawn it is. With blades to the death or surrender, Cuiraécen's Will be done."
She turns back to Lord Dosiere.
"Then let the Chamberlain speak, if he so chooses, otherwise I am done with the matter."
OOC: Small edit, changed "to the death" to "to the death or surrender", just to give me an out :)
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The Chamberlain leaves, and so does Tshalen.
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Sir Guy de Nichalier looks at the Sword Mage
"The Chamberlain doesn't have the Imperial Power. His recognition is meaningless, except as a moral victory. The recognition that counts is that of your peers.
I would wish you luck on the field, however, I fear the Daulton clan has suffered enough this season, and I would prefer no further deaths for them."
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"I have no particular wish to kill Sir Estevan Daulton, if I defeat him I shall accept his surrender and I hope he will show me the same mercy - or not, as is his right. If he wins, I will not mention this slight to my honour again, if I win, Baron Tshalan must withdraw his accusations."
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Ser Estevan isn't around unfortunately; he doesn't have the rank to attend these things. Probably out carousing and whoring instead. Like a good noble warrior.
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Musaraf speak lowly to an aide.
"Isn't Lord Estevan Daulton, known as the Green Knight?"
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Yes he is.
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Lord Dosiere looks torn between triumph and annoyance that he's no longer interesting after the dramatic turn of events. He jowls at the Count of Endier as they both leave the proceedings.
"And who are you representing!? Your precious Pontiff? The Knighthood? The Duchy of Diemed? The Nichaleirs? The Heartland Outfitters? Or the County of Endier?
It is said: You can't serve two masters. You serve SIX Nichaleir!"
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The Pontiff entering as Lord Dosiere leaves stare Lord Dosiere in the eyes and dryly remarks
"I believe the answer to your question is Count Nichaleir’s real master is Divine Haelyn. Now have you something you wish to discuss with me? Perhaps we can go somewhere more private?”
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Lord Dosiere seems a bit in over his head at the close encounter with Pontiff Isilviere.
"Your holiness, all men are servants of the Gods. And of course I shall be delighted to talk to Your Holiness, if Your Holiness wishes it."
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“Yes please do”
Silent for the first 30 steps and walking at a slow pace the Pontiff seems to choose his words with great care. When they get outside the Pontiffs bodyguards, The Knights of the Sun, make sure only Lord Dosiere’s entourage and bodyguards or the Chamberlain can get near the two of them as they slowly walk in the park.
“Lord Dosiere I am a Scion of a long noble line myself; I understand where you come from. But as Pontiff for the Conclave of Temples I have more important matters than this. The Grand-Maester is the commander of the military arm of the Conclave and as such too has important responsibilities. Many believe the Gorgon defeated but the truth is we know not if he is. Pontiff Gielbert Aurlien saw the willingness of the Sword Mage to repent and forsake her evil ways. He chose to forgive her past transgressions and charged her with serving the Conclave to fight the awnsheglien when called upon.
While the Sword Mage certainly is no saint she have never the less answered the calls from the conclave once and again. Recently she assisted me fighting the Red Wind on the other side of the Veil. Together with me, Baron Kaven and Baron Bellamie the Sword Mage helped protect Anuire against evil. Does it make her a saint? Certainly not! But it shows that the Conclave can rely on her to put her considerable powers to work for the protection of Anuire.”
Lord Dosiere seems to be listening albeit he voices no opinion of himself yet. Appreciating Lord Dosiere’s attention the Pontiff speaks his heart on the matter.
"I hope the duel between the Green Knight and the Sword Mage end without either of the two losing their life’s because a day will come where Anuire need all the help it can get to defend against awnsheglien. But I expect it not and it saddens me that human realms fight each other when so many dark enemies threaten the very existence of all humanity in Anuire. If at least someone had the power to defeat all opposition and reinstall the Empire it made sense but none seems to have that power.
As Pontiff I cannot get involved on either side in those conflicts or the position of the Conclave will get impossible – the temples can ill afford to get involved in the power struggles of the sovereigns. History has showed time and again it turn against the temple in the long run. We can only hope noble men such as you will listen and put away their differences if not forever then until the greater threat from forces of darkness have been vanquished.”
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Without expression, Sir Guy de Nichalier quips
"Ah, Lord Dosiere, you answer a question with a question. Clearly you've been taught the basics of debate. The very basics."
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"I didn't come here for duels and such your Holiness, I really didn't! I find that as detestable as any common murder. But there are many who looks at that whole Heartland mess and think, what's to become of Anuire if the nobility is up for grabs? I mean Roesone broke loose and became sovereign... I guess they're ok by now. But Ghieste and Tornilen? Who allowed them to style themselves Duke and Duchess?
Emperor Roele gave those titles to the leaders of the original Anuirean tribes. I mean they aren't equals of the Dieman duchy, or the Osoerdan or the Aerenwean. They've got no real Anuirean noble family, they're outsiders, dangerous to our very way of life.
Can't you see that your Holiness?
If Anuire starts breaking further apart in the centre, we in the periphery will suffer!"
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"It is not my place to acknowledge who is having what title and who not. All I know it the fight against the dark is very real and not at all finished nor won. I need the Sword Mage to do the work of the Conclave of Temples but I fear tommorows duel will mean her death."
"I cannot say I really know her but I know her as a companion that you can depend on; and believe me she can fight. Now I hope Sir Estevan dont kill her before she finish her redemtion and save Anuire & her own soul."
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You have a valid point Lord Dosiere - but equally if one can freely assault someone of rank - however obtained - then the centre will truly fall.
Would you permit some minor lordling to declare Duchess Tuornen a commoner and murder her, because the Dukes of Alamie have long claimed that Berric was Kaeduric's true heir as noble-raised son? Would an attack of Duke Alam be any more permissable because the Tuor's claim Daulton, the eldest recognised son, as the true heir to Kenduric?
In truth near every realm has some kink or twist in their path which could - and oft has - be used as pretext to assault them - Aerenwe, Alamie, Elenie, Endier, Ghiere, Medoere, Roesone, Talinie, Tornilen, Tuornen - the list of those realms whose status has been is publicly challenged is long and of interest only to those who seek pretext to overlook noble spirit and fair rule, for of surety if the regent is neither noble nor fair then far more ready pretext will be to hand.
Myself I see nobility as a thing of both blood and spirit - and the blood, it must be said, is spread far wider than is generally admitted. From time to time the spirit of those recognised as noble falters. When this occurs at the hands of a 'commoner' generally one finds the upstart far less common than is generally told - think you that but the blood of millers and yokes-men ran in Daen Roesone's veins? What drove him, and other, to greatness but noble blood matched with noble spirit that refused a commoner's life?
As for where random chance or treachery leave one ignoble with rulership, inevitably the upstart line fails - and rarely takes long to do so. So you need do nothing but avoid them as they fall - sooner or later blood will tell and one truly noble replace them.
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Lord Carilon rises slowly from his seat, his face drawn when asking in a forceful voice:
"Lord Robahn, while I understand the sake of rhetoric, may I ask you, which kink do you have in mind when including the name of Alamie in your list?"
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The Mhor Droene Kavarra was discussing with men of his entourage, when the matter of nobility came up. He suddenly frowns, and stares at Lord Dosiere. Once the confrontation ends, he shakes his head disapprovingly and his frown is deeper than before. He seems displeased with the turn of events, but he makes no comments.
Once the Lord Marshal makes the latest comment, the Mhor smirkes, apparently amused by the turn of events.
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No offence is intended I assure you Lord Carilon - merely that just as the Dukes of Alam have, in times past, inferred that they do not fully agree with the succession of the dukes of Tuornen, such comments have likewise been made in the other direction. Indeed such comments have been made of nearly every lord high and low over the centuries - and acres of land covered in graves from the duels that arose from such insults.
I make no more comment on the matter for others know far more of it, save to say simply that despite their unending efforts neither the goblins of the north nor the elves of the west have never set foot in either realm without paying heavy price, and when unkind fate grants them victory the valiance of the Dukes has freed the land but shortly thereafter - and such defence of their people I see as the truest test of nobility, for 'tis the heaviest duty laid upon them by great Haelyn.
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"Though I agree with the spirit of what you say High Marshal, I can only repeat what I have said before. Neither Ghieste nor Tornilen have been publically accepted by any Anuirean noble house of note.
The Swordmage is a Vos and a sorcerer. You know those wizardly types can't be trusted! When has there ever been a proper noble who fiddled with such... Ungodly EVIL!
And Ghieste is a guilder! A guilder! Heirl Diem himself rebuked his attempts at becoming a vassal but five years past. But in the meantime it becomes apparent that the nobles of Anuire want his money in return for closing their eyes!
Shame!
Aye! Shame I say!"
It's apparent enough that the good Dhoesonean ambassador considers the lack of proper noble blood to be worse than being a Vos. But a noble using magic is just about as bad.
OoC: It is an ancient tenet of Orthodox Haelynites: "better burn the witches and wizards before they turn out to be in lieu with the Shadow." Too often it turns out to be right, so the ideal of "burn the witch!" Is still very much alive to this day.
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Arvour cocks his head
"Lord Dosiere, please. Your arguments go beyond reason. Since when did magic become evil? Isn't the esteemed Chamberlain a skilled wizard? And the College? Or our court wizards?
Were it not for the Swordmage, the Eyeless One might have prevailed against us and you would be hiding from his undead hordes now."
He waves a hand dismissively
"You place far more value on titles than on that which defines a noble. As his Emminence, the High Marshal had already stated, my grandfather was not a recognized noble and yet, through his deeds of arms and his wise rule he created the house and realm of Roseone."
His eyes narrow
"Or would you dispute my status as well?"
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Lord Dosiere shakes his head.
"All your examples are College of Sorcery sanctioned wizards. College wizards have since the beginning of time worked closely and professionally for the good of the Anuirean realms. And are accepted by all realms.
All of them are governed by strict rules, one being that they lay aside their nobility when they join the College.
The Swordmage is not, Count Aglondier was not, the Eyeless One was not, the Warlock is not, the Red Wind is not. You fought the EO, you saw the devastation he wrought! What do you think would have happened had he access to further power, greater income, more men and so on!? The Conclave would have lost, you would have been dead.
This must not happen! The Anuriean traditions must be protected! They protect us against the Shadow. A foul existence that has already caused the ruin of the Empire! Or have you forgotten that it was magic of the foulest nature that caused Michael Roele to go mad and march against the Gorgon?
And yes, had I lived in the time of your grandfather, I would have protested his rebellion to the best of my ability. As it is now, I merely wait and see whether your line can stay the distance and prove itself a worthy Anuirean noble family. Your line has been accepted by your peers, neither Ghieste nor Tornilen have."
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Ghieste remains unmoved during the debate, watching the to and fro with some interest and a small smile on his lips, but not reacting to the continued claims and provocations launched by the ambassador. The most he does is call forth one of his pages, while Roesone speaks, and pens a short note. The page moves round the edge of the room eventually handing it the parchment to one of household of Alamie.
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A page of Alamie takes over the message from the Ghiestean page and with a bow presents it to Lord Carilon. Whilst listening to the debate, Lord Carilon's eye go over the paper, once, twice, thrice. He motions for his senior clerk, who hands over his own quill to his master. The Archduke looks at the ceiling of the Imperial Halls, at the gesticulating Lord Dosiere, before his eyes fly over the faces of the Imperial Peers. With the faintest of scratches on fine parchment, a message is put down, swiftly sealed and handed back to the Ghiestean page, by its Alamien counterpart.
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Far from being upset by the ambassadors rant Robhan catches himself from nodding at several parts of it. It would certainly be better were magic stricken from amongst us - as it was in time before we came to Cerilia, but, dislike it though I do, I must accept that foes abound with magic of their own - and if nobles turned entirely aside from such then we all would be imperiled.
As to the Duke of Ghorien's mercantile past, how many minor nobles turn to such things? Most guilders have noble blood of one line or another in their veins - as is proven by the ancient bloodlines of heroes past borne by several amongst there number, and no one of the blood is common in soul whatever temporal rank they possess.
As to recognition - show me the noble who opposed the Duke's coronation? Many could have done so. Show me the noble who ignores the road dues, tithes and suchlike that are a factor along all borders - those of the former Ghoere being no exception. There is recognition aplenty should you but look, though as you note many yet watch and wait to see whether blood will tell.
Recall Lord Dosiere that it has long been recognised that hidden seeds of nobility lie within many so-called common men - and that as such many lords have, from time to time, raised up common folk to the ranks of nobility - and rarely have we suffered for it for only the best are so raised. So, please, watch those you castigate for lack of known lineage for a whiles and see whether their actions over the coming weeks prove the noble or not.
OOC: If Robbie could have toasted the SM - and all other mages, and set a knight with impeccable lineage and 70 lbs of steel for brains in her place he'd have done it long ago, but he's not a noble so he's stuck with her...
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The page of Ghieste threads his way skillfully through the room, seeking out his Lord. He bows as he hands across the letter and the Duke reads it quickly. He re-reads it folds it and then nods to the ArchDuke of Alamie before penning another response that is returned to the household of Lord Carilon by his tireless page.
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Lord Carilon stands and takes the floor, facing Lord Dosiere:
“Your Lordship, our neighbour from Ghieste seems to have drawn to himself your righteous fires. I, for myself, believe that just as a young archer you try to shoot down too many birds, and hence will miss all of them. You plan to uproot false nobility, fine by me. Nevertheless, I feel that, at least one of your targets is a wrong one.”
The Archduke threads quietly in the open ground, in the middle of the halls, whilst speaking:
“Lord Ghorien has proved himself a fine guildmaster, as far as one considers the Golden Dragon achievements. Although I do not consider this to be a knightly activity, the man cleverly survived the crushing of his House under late Tael’s iron heels. He has further positioned himself to re-claim his birthright after the Iron Baron’s downfall, and has fulfilled his duty as a liege and as a peer of the Empire, by avoiding civil war engulfing old Ghoere, and fatally wounding the heartlands of Anuire.
I will conclude by saying that from Alam’s point of view, the man sitting on the Ghieste’s throne is indeed the heir of those with whom my forebears waged battle in the so-called War of the Bridges. That does not mean, Lord Dosiere, that Duke Ghorien’s paste activities have to be palatable to you. Your Lordship will have to provide us with a lot more hard facts, and if I am not mistaken, lodge your challenge to his rights to bear Ghieste’s arms and crown with the Imperial Herald of Arms. Then, if my memory does not fail me the Imperial Herald will have to ascertain the receivability of your claim, before eventually asking Lord Ghieste to defend his claim. Venting your anger, Lord Dosiere, on perceived flaws of the man or taints on his past, does not hinder his right to reign.”
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The baron of Roesone stands up next
"As far as I am concerned, both the duke of Ghieste and the duchess of Tornilen are my peers in the ranks of Anuirean nobility. His Grace Ghorien has the backing of heredity, once lost but now recovered, similarly, albeit of longer duration than that of His Grace William. Her Grace Marya, although lacking in acknowledged heredity is possessed of noble spirit, spirit that she has demonstrated on several occasions, most notably when she aided myself and others against the Eyeless One and converted to the worship of the Stormlord. In addition, both Graces have shown firm dedication to the betterment of life of their subject, which, in itself, is a great improvement compared to the previous regime of Baron Tael, who had inflicted uncountable hardships and suffering on his people."
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"I believe most of the lords assembled here do not dispute the actual right to rule, but rather discuss the very titles they wear.
Indeed, if we get slightly technical, the Archduke of Osoerde is dead without heirs, the Archducal title lost for all time."
Before anyone breaks in, Rashid continues; "It is just so fortunate, that the Archduke, by divine miracle was returned to life, and not only to life, but also a bloodline. Mark, another bloodline than he had when he died.
And he is not disputed by any, as being the Archduke of Osoerde!
Does this, more than other vague examples, not exemplify that it is the man, the stature, that defines the title one can take?"
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I think the divine intervention by returning from beyond overrule the claim that title of Archduke is nomore in Osoerde.
Dont take Haelyns intervention lightly. William Osoer is Archduke William Osoer
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Arvour nods at both the patriarch's and the pointiff's statements
"No one here doubts the validity of Lord William's title. There was always a debate on whether it is a particular bloodline or being the natural offspring of a dynasty that grants one the right to rule and to bear the accompanying title. In the case of Osoerde, it is clear that an exception has been made, by Haelyn's divine grace, blessed be his name, but regardless of the name change made by the archduke or his altered bloodline, he is the natural son of the late archduke and thus the legitimate ruler of Osoerde. I believe we can all agree on that."
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Does this, more than other vague examples, not exemplify that it is the man, the stature, that defines the title one can take?"
"How so, Patriarch? By your very implication, it is not by the blood, the divine right granted by the gods, but rather...what?"
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Does this, more than other vague examples, not exemplify that it is the man, the stature, that defines the title one can take?"
"How so, Patriarch? By your very implication, it is not by the blood, the divine right granted by the gods, but rather...what?"
Patriarch Rashid turns, slowly, to face the Archduke. "Blood will tell, as the saying goes. I do not recall having said the unblooded should rule. Are you reading my mind good Archduke?"
Disarmingly he makes a flourishing bow and continues; "Please, we are not before the Chamberlain, and were you reading my mind, you would not make such suggestion as you do.
Indeed, what you seem to confirm, is that any man with blood has the divine right to rule. Or woman, in the case of many rulers.
And I have never disputed this. What seems to lie close to heart in this room however, is who gets to call themselves what, and by who's authority.
The Chamberlain has refrained from making comments in, well, forever, and even so, we have several new dukes showing their face all over Anuire.
I do not want to tell them they can't call themselvess what they like. And neither do you, or the Pontiff seem to." A short pause before he continues.
"Thus, the matter remains, that the loud instigater of this discussion, seems to be the only one with enough ire and persuasion of spirit, to point out that modern noble titles seems to degrade into how much land swears fealty to you.
And yet, we do have a minimum of two, new, dukes with no more land under them than an average Baron."
Rashid eyes the Pontiff, before going on; "Fortunately, with the mandate of Haelyn so vocal and active, we are assisted, us mere mortals, as to the divine will of mighty Haelyn by his voice on Cerilia, the most Magnificient Pontiff.
And if he says, that dukes are dukes, and archdukes remain archdukes, beyond the gates of death, then it must be true. Verily, the will of Haelyn.
Or would you argue against the will of Haelyn, Archduke Osoer?"
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With ice in eyes the Pontiff rise.
"Patriarch Rashid do not turn my words around. I said Archduke William Osoer is by the will of Haelyn rightfull Archduke of Osoerde as proven by his resurrection from dead. Whatever I mean besides that I said only that. I did not in anyway speak on rightfull titles elsewhere or not.
Choose your words with great care or be silent. Take heed of this warning and show the propper respect for Haelyn's miracle"
A briliant light shimmers from the Pontiffs right fist. The fist remains clenched
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Rashid takes quick strides to place himself before the Pontiff, he then bows deeply and speaks in his raspy voice; "My Pontiff, I have shown nothing but proper respect for the miracle of Haelyn!
If you construe my words as anything but, it is you, who turn my words around, and not I turning words on you!
But I will give apology for having disturbed your Holyness' sense of propriety, if that is what I have done.
But help us then, I plead of you, most Benevolent Pontiff, what Do you feel on the titles of Ghieste and Tornilen? - Are they dukes or not?"
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"Patriarch, twice you have charged that I read minds -- a minor offense. Apparantly, one should not apply reason to your words; this is troubling, I admit, when you do not seem to say what you intend to mean," William says.
"Perhaps, Patriarch, you can inform us by what your words should be measured?"
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The Pontiff nod in approval to Osoers words.
"Yes Patriarch please inform us?"
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Facing both the Pontiff and the Archduke, Rashid speaks; "Now, now, gentlemen. The first was retracted, the second a humorous reference to the first. This is not the Conclave, but a gathering of nobles in amicable discourse. If humour has no place here, are things not grim in Anuire?
Surely we cannot let the discussion be derailed by mere semantics.
I believe I asked the Pontiff what his view were on Ghieste and Tornilen. Are their leaders dukes before the eyes of Haelyn?"
With a hand raised, Rashid continues; "And if you wish to, again, make accusations on my honor or respect for Haelyn, do, I implore you, hold your ire until the asked question is answered. I believe it to be critical, as the Pontiff so clearly is the voice of policy spoken aloud."
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Lord Dosiere can merely watch while his original thrust degrades into a verbal melee. Alot of nobles who'd never done so before suddenly jumping on the bandwagon of self-proclaimed dukes... It seemed indeed like the Empire was as good as fallen completely into ruin.
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"Patriarch, perhaps you should leave humor to the Fools." Osoer says.
"The Sword Mage, she is clearly NOT a Duchess, and wholly unfit to bear such a title. Were she to claim the title, Marquis, or perhaps Baroness, I would have no issue or regard, as such can be deemed appropiate for her actions with regards to the Lost," he says, before the Pontiff responds.
"Guildmaster Ghieste is another issue altogether. Unlike the Sword Mage, I do not know the extent of his bloodline and lineage, as such, I am unprepared to make such a statement regarding his title."
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"Indeed," the Patriarch rebuts; "I do not know the descent of the Swordmage either.
I am at an impassé. Either you, somehow, know more than the rest of us, or you are speculating and simply certain in your conviction.
Please," Rashid says, his tone hard; "explain how you judge who is fit for title, if not by descent.
Do only those, whose bloodlines were appointed by the last Emperor, or before, have the right of Anuirean duchal titles?
Yes or no, Archduke, if you please."
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"Good Patriarch, the Sword Mage is Vos. This alone should be enough, I would think for most."
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At the exchange between the Patriarch, the Pontiff and the Archduke the Swordmage simply smiles, making no comment.
Then she speaks after the Archduke's words.
"My Lord, you have a tendency to declare your opinions as fact. You have previously declared the intention of other, as you saw them, and then called it fact. Now you on one hand claim that only the Gods and imperial authority can grant titles - deeming if people are fit to have them or not. On the other hand you claim the authority to declare people unfit."
She regards the Pontiff.
"Your Holiness, after I became Duke I went before the Conclave to be judged. Pontiff Aurlien or anyone else never made protests against my title - is this not true?"
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"Because, he IS an Archduke, Sword Mage. Lacking an Emperor, I look to the Archdukes and His Imperial Excellency, Chamberlain Dosiere, to determine who amongst the Peerage, they consider 'Duke'."
"Frankly, just because a man calls himself a 'Paladin' does not mean that he is recognized as such, there are clear qualifications for such, and a body to make the determination and adhere to it. It makes prefect sense that such is true of a Duke," she says.
"And it seems fitting that the Archdukes of the Anuirean Empire, deem such, whether tacitly or explicitly."
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The Patriarch looks at the High Hierophant, it is not surprise on his face, but disappointment, then he rasps; "A little more Faith most Holy High Hierophant, in me. There is a reason you support me and my father.
I would not see you descend to the disease of mindreading that seems to plague this gathering. I, have not been asked to choose a side, nor have I any inclination to. The only one here, who seems adamant in so doing, is the Archduke.
Do you believe it is for my own amusement, that I take up the mantle of battered Reason? - I am a Paladin, and as you correctly declare, this is not something any man can call himself. More!
I am a Paladin of Avanalae, goddess of Reason and Philosophy, and my questions serve only to further Mans understanding, and, as my wicked, wicked goal is the eventual prosperity of All of Anuire."
Rashid turns, looking each noble in the eye; "Once we see, that we can work together, sovereign realms, instead of instigating a new period of hostility and abuse of power, to grasp what remains of an ancient empire, only then!
Will we be able, to truly become that Empire once more. Only when liege do not harry vassal, but realm accords realm due validation and rights, will we have a foundation that will last centuries.
See the realm created by Lord Raenech! - It is shattered, in pieces, with the ending of the life of one man.
So when I ask the Archduke, whether he believes bloodline or lineage carries the right to title, then it is to but remind him, that he himself carries a burden heavier than most. Yet he does not carry it evenly, but uses it, to burden those that could be his staunchest of allies.
Thus, here we are, throwing words."
Rashid looks about him, then says, with a laugh. "I have spent my words for today." He then begins to leave the room, his bodyguards following.
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The Patriarch looks at the High Hierophant, it is not surprise on his face, but disappointment, then he rasps; "A little more Faith most Holy High Hierophant, in me. There is a reason you support me and my father.
I would not see you descend to the disease of mindreading that seems to plague this gathering. I, have not been asked to choose a side, nor have I any inclination to. The only one here, who seems adamant in so doing, is the Archduke.
"Do you not presume to read my mind, Noble Patriarch? Do I seem to lack faith?" She says quietly.
"Perhaps there is a reason, perhaps there is not. But by the exercise of your reason, you have come to a judgement, one which is correct in boths its assumptions and outcomes, but a judgement nonetheless," She ever so slightly nods. "If this is what is done my 'mindreading' then so be it, but any who do this are also engaging in an act of the Lady of Reason, under the auspices of the All-Father," she says quietly, for Medlorhie is not an overly assuming person.
"For this, I do not think they should deserve to be chastised," she says.
Do you believe it is for my own amusement, that I take up the mantle of battered Reason? - I am a Paladin, and as you correctly declare, this is not something any man can call himself. More!
I am a Paladin of Avanalae, goddess of Reason and Philosophy, and my questions serve only to further Mans understanding, and, as my wicked, wicked goal is the eventual prosperity of All of Anuire."
Rashid turns, looking each noble in the eye; "Once we see, that we can work together, sovereign realms, instead of instigating a new period of hostility and abuse of power, to grasp what remains of an ancient empire, only then!
Will we be able, to truly become that Empire once more. Only when liege do not harry vassal, but realm accords realm due validation and rights, will we have a foundation that will last centuries.
"Yet, inherent in this, is the need to subordinate individual desire to some other ideal -- in this case -- an empire and that this entails. But many men are unable to subordinate themselves to the laws of their own homes, or to the desires of their family. If these arguably simple and natural things do not always occurs, why should it be so natural for them to subordinate to the ideal of an empire? Are you, My Noble Patriarch?"
See the realm created by Lord Raenech! - It is shattered, in pieces, with the ending of the life of one man.
"The Kingdom of Ghoere, twice was largely undone by deception, war and an unwillingness to adhere to the covenents men enter into with one another. It is nothing new and not uncommon in Anuire. In fact, even recent history is full of numerous events," she says.
So when I ask the Archduke, whether he believes bloodline or lineage carries the right to title, then it is to but remind him, that he himself carries a burden heavier than most. Yet he does not carry it evenly, but uses it, to burden those that could be his staunchest of allies.
"But are we not again, now attempt to read minds? The nature of reason is that no man owns it in exclusivity, and that as facts are undone, new facts discovered, or even new assumptions made, so to must the judgement." She says.
"Though I wholly agree with you, the Archduke of Osoerde, more so than any other, bears a unique burden; a burden too few are willing to offer aid to carry and many more are willing to take advantage of. Caution is prudent and testing most warranted," she says.
"Though I by no means claim and understanding of the matters of Nobility, my realm is but the Lady's adhering to the auspices of the All-Father, and I cannot bear to see the action of reason defamed."
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Lord Dosiere can't help but get to his feet at the High Priestess words.
"Hear hear!
Let the temples guide the faithful! Not create Dukes and Duchesses!"
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Arvour sighs
"Lord Dosiere. Maybe the life so far away from the Heartlands, that you only have an opportunity to see or experience the heart of Anuire every five years has made you somewhat too idealistic. When you speak of the empire, you speak of old tales of glory, of bardic songs about Michael Roele and wall paintings covered in a layer of dust hanging in the audience chamber of an ancestral castle that was built before the empire fell."
He pauses, waiting for his words to sink in. "Yes, fell. No matter how we choose to delude ourselves, the fact of the matter is that the empire of the Roeles died with Michael at Battlewaite. We have our legacy, our customs, and our history, but in reality, we are an empire of convenience. Nothing more."
He shakes his head "We choose to participate in these gatherings, to read of the deeds of the emperors, to watch the reenactments of Deismaar, but it cannot hide the simple truth that in the past five centuries imperial traditions have gone forgotten, imperial law vanished everywhere save for the Imperial City, and even the old Imperial Highways have all but fallen into disrepair as individual realms no longer trust their neighbors enough to maintain them."
"Look around you? This has the semblance of imperiality, but that is all that it is. Semblance, an illusion. We have our own titles, archdukes, dukes, barons, but we are in reality all kings of our realms. I guess only Queen Swordwraith has seen the truth of the matter and has adopted a title that suits her status."
"Since I have pressing business here, business that has to do with the life and prosperity of my people, those that I care about and protect in the name of Haelyn and Cuiraecen, I will withdraw now from this futile debate that serves little purpose other than to provide a stage for those with overinflated egos and a profound detachment from reality to show their verbal talent."
"And lord Dosiere, I would advise you to devote more of your time to the interests of the people of Dhoesone while you are here."
The baron, weariness and even sadness visible on his face, stands up, nods respectfully and leaves. As he passes by Ghieste and Swordmage he honors them both with "Your Grace"
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At long last Duke Ghorien stands up to speak, attempting to speak before the Patriarch and the Baron Arvour leaves the room.
"There has now been much discussion, to'ing and fro'ing and more than a little verbal sparring and it is good to see such vigorous discussion is healthy within this august body. we shall take no insult on our behalf from the various comments made, assuming instead that they were made in the spirit of that same vigorous discussion."
A pause for brief and to survey the room.
"Ghieste thanks those that, during this debate, have granted us the recognition that our position and lineage does justify. We also thank those that continue to recognise us who have spoken to us privately or through correspondance and look forward to their public recognition in due course. Our claim is documented and has been subject to significant scrutiny already. Our title is held by the right of blood and descent. Our Duchy has been held for us for over five years now independently and no one has seen fit in all that time to actually challenge our claim and in that time our Duchy has weathered those storms that have struck it and continued to prosper. It seems that more of our peers are now willing to recognise our right, despite the concerns expressed by the dear ambassador. One hopes that in due course he will re-consider his position therefore."
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As Rashid hears the words of the High Hierophant, he thinks, but speaks not; Natural? - It is not nature, that gives us will or power, to work for peace rather than domination. Nature is to dominate and destroy... by reason do we temper those urges and strive for peace.
She must be blinded by William...
When he hears Ghorien speak, he pauses in his step, then nods and exits.
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The Mhor rises, his face strained, his eyes scanning the room intensely.
"My lord Chamberlain.
I have seen to personal vendetta being waged in these Halls. I have not spoken.
I have listened to insults being exchanged or implied among decent Anuireans. I have not spoken.
I have listened to our Empire being considered a past, long forgotten an illusion, a dream long forgotten, a dead weight. I have not spoken.
For that I ask for the forgiveness of our host, the Imperial Chamberlain, and the people of the Imperial City."
He sighs, and his words are uttered with confidence.
"Now I will speak. I see that many have lost their faith, and are unwilling to see themselves as a part of an Empire. Then I wonder about their presence in the Halls. These Halls present us with an opportunity to leave everything behind and work for the prosperity of our people as well as the Empire's. I am certain that these are not self - exclusive notions."
He continues:
"Mhoried is considered the Guardian of the Empire. My people are proud of that title. It is not some self-claimed title of nobility, and cannot be disputed. It has been granted in the fields of the never-ending battle for the safety of the Empire. I am confident that most of you are grateful for the role my people have claimed over the centuries. I can guarantee you that when someone holds his sword in the battle for the defense of our Empire, I won't ask him of titles of nobility, and credentials."
He takes a deep breath and concludes:
"Regarding the titles, I am certain the Chamberlain has the ability to ascertain their validity. I for one, would welcome this initiative, and hope that discussions in the future will be oriented in more important matters".
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Robhan frowns, the Empire was far more than one man - more even than one line. Nor has it fallen - Michael Roele was no more dominating tyrant than any other emperor - he ruled for the main part through the wise advice of arch dukes, dukes, barons, counts and so on. Many of whom yet remain faithful to the old ways. While one man remembers the empire and follows its tenets it lives yet.
I am priest of Haelyn, I hold accord to the Book of Law that sets out the code of the Empire
I am guardian of the empire, I fight and, Haelyn willing, will die in its defense - regardless of whether those I defend remember their heritage
I am a noble of the empire, I shall show loyalty and respect to its lords and protect and guide its common folk.
As for choice of title, without an Emperor then clearly appointment of the highest ranks cannot follow the normal path - but only in the highest ranks. the Arch-Duke for example may appoint count, viscount, lord, knight and a legion of other ranks as befits his rank - and those titles are as valid as his own, for like it they flow from the Empire.
As to the Arch Duke in particular, he was Arch Duke before and after he died, under the laws of Osoerde his title passed to no heir - I see no question regarding his title. As to his reborn bloodline such is a matter between him and Haelyn - and not for even me, a priest of Haelyn, to consider for it was granted directly by divine will. Perhaps there might be question, from a bloodline perspective, as to precisely who is heir - but such is again a matter of Osoerdean law alone.
The question I suppose rises from claimants where succession is unclear. My view is simple, should a realm, under its own laws of succession, recognise title, then there is strong case for all to recognise the title until superior feudal lord of the realm demands otherwise. That Duchess Marya, who is but half Vos I note, and further has proven that her Anuirean heritage overwhelmed the Vos by kneeling before Conclave to forswear the Vos gods and follow holy Cuiraecen - claims her title is thus mainly a matter for the laws of Tornilen - just as the inheritance of any Duke or Duchess elsewhere is guided by the laws of their realm. To seek to impose laws of one realm over another in such matters, is to invite all nobles to fear for their safety and travel only surrounded with armed escort to enforce their rank lest some contrivance be made to permit murder...
But do not mis-interpret me, I do not say that Priests have no say in noble titles whatsoever - should a duke turn to worship of demons, become awnsheghlien, accept service to one of the Lost or commit some other grievous ill offensive to great Haelyn, then they break Haelyn's laws and forfeit their rank - but that is all say I hold as priest. A noble rank is a matter for nobles and laws of the realm, not for priests no matter how much they hunger to meddle. Robhan smiles, of course whether a title is recognised beyond the border of its home realm likely depends on how well its laws accord with those of its neighbours - but such is a matter of practicalities, not theory.
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I can confirm Pontiff Aurlien made no judgement on the SM's titel.
Actually but for Archduke William Osoer I will not involve me in wether or not titles are deserved or not; simply because it is not my place to do so. I will leave such things to nobility. My area is faith.
The exception is Archduke William Osoer and thats due to the direct involvment of Haelyns divine miracle by his resurrection. I will not have that insulted by powergames
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Lord Dosiere takes the floor.
"Lords and Ladies of Anuire. You will regret your actions and decisions on this most important matter tenfold, and we, the good traditional folk shall suffer the consequences a thousandfold and Anuire will be the worse for it.
Ghieste is no Duke, he is a murderer.
The Swordmage is no Duchess. She is a criminal.
And you are all blinded by gold, ambition and pure foolishness.
For you are allowing them to go free! Shame!
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The Mhor rises, staring intensely Lord Dosiere. He speaks with a booming voice, barely able to contain his irritation:
Lord Dosiere, you are talking to Regents of the Anuirean Empire and their representatives. Speaking in a condescending manner is not going to have us running around bowing and blabbering like frightened children. You are making a pure representation of your arguments.
He sighs and continues.
I can not however turn my back on these accusations. Lord Dosiere, you claim that both Ghorien Hiriele and the Swordmage are criminals. Do you have anything to support these accusations, or are you merely reproducing rumors that are quite frankly spreading along the Empire?
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Why of course I do, Mhor Kavarra. For one, the Swordmage has admitted to stealing Haelynic relics and planting them with the Tshalen family, so they bore the brunt of a holy inquisition, is that not a crime?
Another is Guilder Hiriele, he is assuredly guilty of murdering Baron Gavin Tael. And I know where there is proof, however presently I will keep it to myself. For it is a dangerous thing to go against a man such as Hiriele. Especially considering the willful blindness I sense in all Anuire!
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Geraldine sits quietly in the corner sipping from a goblet.
She looks as if she is listening to all that is said.
The only time she looked as she was going to say anything were when SM tried to include her in the conversation. But with the quick replies from all the other regents present she seems content with just observing.
Sometimes she smiles at what is said, but she seems to be smiling equally regardless of who is making a point.
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Lord Carilon stands:
"Lord Dosiere, from a rethorical point of view, you charge Lord Ghorien for having slayed what appears to be the one-time destroyer of House Ghieste, without supporting your claim. Am I correct?"
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Chamberlain Dosiere takes the pulpit.
"Enough. If my far off kinsman wishes to speculate or throw accusations against Guilder Hiriele, he must produce evidence. Not hearsay and innuendo.
We thank all present for their attendance at the Sword & Crown, but the time has come for Us to say farewell to you all and close these proceedings. We trust that We shall be honoured by all people present when next the Sword & Crown is held.
You are of course welcome to stay for as long as you desire, but for all other purposes this court must return to it's daily life.
We thank you for having honoured the Imperial Court. Haelyn's blessings go with your graces!
Lord Dosiere bows to his great uncle with deference and leaves the hall.
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Geraldine finishes her drink and leaves the hall. She gives her polite goodbye to any who looks as they want them.
Then she leaves.
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A tall man of heavy build enters the chamber, his mane of striking red hair a sure indication as to his parentage; Brandon Boer, Archduke of Boerunie (or self-proclaimed King if you will), has finally arrived. He's quite an imposing figure, radiant in his fine Western garb and both handsome and militant, but not the demon you have all come to think of him as.
What is more important, perhaps, is his company, old Duchess Eriene Mierelen of Brosengae. They are clearly arriving together aboard Brandon's own ship, presumably directly from the capital of Brosengae. Now...the question is, why would a sworn vassal of Prince Darien Avan of Avanil, be touching Brandon Boer's shoulder and laughing at his unheard jokes?
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Brandon speaks:
"Lords and Ladies of Anuire - I am late in the coming, and for that I offer you my apologies. It was never my intention to come at all, seeing as how there is a war, but my enemies have proven so weak and indecisive as to make it possible for me to pay my respects to the Chamberlain any my peers, if nothing else. Therefor, well-wishes and salutations to you all.
On a more serious note; I have defeated the Avanese army in battle - yet again, I lose track of mine victories, so numerous are they - and the good Duchess of Brosengae, the honorable Eriene Mierelen, has grown weary of her liege failing in his duties to her realm - yet again, she too has lost track of the number of times he's failed to meet his obligations, while Brosengae has fulfilled hers. And so, I have brought the Duchess here, so that she might speak her grievances before the Chamberlain and her peers, and let it be known that Brosengae is no longer a vassal of Avanil.
There is general commotion and chaos all around the Great Hall of the Imperial Cairn. The Avanese delegation is outraged, and Prince Avan needs to be physically restrained, lest he take to arms and rush to meet Brandon on the floor...
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The Chamberlain rises up in his full height. A man well over two meters.
"ORDER! THERE WILL BE ORDER! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; DIGNITY PLEASE!"
It creates some breathing space for the nobles of Anuire to react in...
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Patriarch Rashid, having been notified of the arrival by an aide, has hurried back to the grand hall, and taken a place, in the back, to observe this unexpected event.
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A scream cuts through the hall; a scream originating from the lips of Prince Avan:
"You treasonous bitch; at the first sign of trouble and you show your true colors! A man and an army and you surrender your honor to this...this...savage from a lost age. Always you were the guilder 'Duchess'. Even Ghorien hiriele has more honor than you do, more right to call himself Duke! He is, at least, a self-made man, whereas you have been given everything. This is a dark day for Anuire - Haelyn and St. Roele both are looking down upon us, their faces dark with shame..."
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The Chamberlain's face goes white at the Prince's outburst, but he doesn't say anything.
The Imperial Legionnaires eye him nervously and it seems like a pall of tension has lowered itself over the room.
He looks at Brandon Boer, then back at Prince Avan. Then pulls himself together visibly.
"Duchess Mierelen, you have something to say before this assembly?"
The general noble population have by now resumed their seats. It's quite obvious the S&C hasn't ended quite yet...
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The old woman steps forth:
"What is there to say? That man there, this Darien Avan, who pretends at nobility, has no inkling as to the true meaning of the compact between liege and vassal. He think that the liege is akin to a tyrant, that may demand much, but offer but little. But he has forgotten - forgotten that the liege is there to protect, to nurture, to guide. Instead he calls upon more men for his war, more gold to fuel his ill-begotten adventures, and heaps abuse upon us when we do not- in his eyes - do well enough. Where was he when the longships came raiding, or Boer's army arrived, or before that...when the buccaneers harrowed our coasts, all he could think of was his Mieran holdings! Enough is enough - he is our liege no more."
She pauses a bit
"Besides, as my ally Brandon has made me realize, a Duke does not bow before another Duke. A Duke only bows before the Emperor...and in case you haven't noticed Darien, there IS no Emperor, nor will you ever BE Emperor."
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Prince Darien Avan, Archduke of Avanil, has gone ashen. He stand up, quietly now, and addresses the treacherous duchess:
"Spin whatever excuses you will; Haelyn knows the truth. You are a traitor, and that is that. I'm sure your black soul can live wit that, if only the gold continues to flow. HE, won't be so easily placated...I shall send word to Archprelate Khárnmoin, I cannot see that he has any other choice but to censure your actions and excommunicate you. Especially considering your fornication with know worshipers of the so-called Old Gods...
Chamberlain. Peers of Anuire. Until next we meet, Haelyn's blessing upon You and your Houses."
With that he leaves the S&C to take up the sword and reap vengeance upon his treacherous vassal.
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The Chamberlain bows deeply before Prince Avan.
"Haelyn's grace upon your Highness."
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Kaven sits on the edge of his seat. Although his face turned quite ashen at the Duchess words, and his fists clenches to the point where his knuckles are white, his eyes cling to Brandon Boer. To all appearances, it could seem like someone studying the movements of some unknown beast, trying to predict it's next move.
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After a brief display of surprise crosses Lord Carilon's eyes, his face resumes an impassive display. After a few moments he whisper something to his Duchess, who nods in return. After having laid her hand on her husband's shoulder for a moment, the Duchess leaves quietly the Halls, escorted by most of the Alamien knights.
The Duke quietly sips a goblet of claret, waiting for more to be said, and eyeing throughtfully Lord Brandon.
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Carvaloen, with furrowed brow, while not taking his eyes off of those on center stage, leans over to Kaven seated next to him and begins whispering... his right hand raised subconsciously to his chin.
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The Mhor seems totally flabbergasted. He first looks at Archduke Beruine, next Duchess Eriene Mierelen, and last but not least Prince Darien Avan. After a few moments, his face becomes sober, and he raises.
Chamberlain. Lords and ladies. I will now leave the Halls of the City. I believe that there is nothing constructive to discuss any more. May Haelyn's blessing and Avani's reason be upon those who still value those Anuirean qualities.
He seems disappointed. With a nod he gathers his entourage, and proceeds towards the exit.
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OOC. Seeing as the discussion has died out and the S&C is closing, I'm shutting down this thread.
IC: As always partisan politics gain the upper hand; those that support Avan, or think that they might gain from doing so, denounced the Duchess' treachery. Those already pro-Boer applaud her courage. And those who are in no camp either keep their peace, or offer insignificant trivialities - such is the skill of Anuirean nobles at saying nothing, that they could shame even the greatest master of sayim.
A sad day for Anuirean nobility.