LOG: Regency Debate
Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:02 pm
Church Square
[Chilly, cloudy, morning]
The grand facade of the Cathedral of St. Aelwyn dominates this square
in all its gothic opulence, set opposite the less imposing but equally
large edifice of the Town Hall. Laid in an artful pattern, the red and
white bricks between them converge in alternating bands towards a central
fixture, a splendid fountain. Around it, a small grassy area has been left
open, hosting the small roofed shelter of the town announcement board.
Several benches wrought from intricate ironwork edge this small lawn,
offering seating to the weary.
(The square is bustling with activity. Vendors carts have been laid out
with their wares. A purple Troubadours Guild banner displaying the bardic
sceptre, a deep blue Merchants Guild banner displaying the Gold Coin, and a
Scarlet Order banner displaying the Chalice of Dav hang together on the
front of the Town Hall. A pavilion has been laid out there as well with
three podiums. )
[ Exits: north east south west ]
( 11)A cask of 'Rice Suprise' Wattkil Rice Wine sits here. (eastern edge)
( 2)A cask of white wine is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of Apple Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of Red Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of White Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of Pear Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
( 5)A loaf of honey-drizzled bread, mixed with peaches and nuts is being distributed from a baker's stall. (northeastern corner)
( 2)A variety of succulent marzipan cookies sprinkled in spices is being distributed from a baker's stall. (northeastern corner)
( 5)A refined, baker's dozen package of delicious sugar cookies is being distributed from a baker's stall. (northeastern corner)
Benches of black wrought-iron frame the grassy lawn. (center)
A baroque fountain rises majestically in the center of the square. (center)
A public trough keeps the company of a hitching post along a wide patch of grass. (northwestern corner)
The square's public board stands beneath a protective wood shingle roof. (northwestern corner)
Silver lanterns hung on tall stakes guard the four corners of the square. (center) (lit)
[AFK] Jenifyr von Vakhrova stands before the cathedral steps, observing the festival. [App: 3]
A bay palfrey with a white blaze has been tethered here.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes is standing around the perimeter of the square, looking bemused. [App: 1]
A dappled brown mare with a long mane stands here, pawing at the ground restlessly.
Maxwell Wattkil is here, his horse bearing a hilarious amount of wine. [App: 2]
He is indecent.
A svelte, young golden-blonde woman with pale eyes is here. [App: 4]
An angelically delicate, palomino palfrey mare watches everyone with curiousity.
A skinny man of short, onyx hair is here. [App: 3]
A floppy-eared brown dog with a curl of a tail frolicks about.
Beth is here. [App: 3]
A male dappled grey destrier stands here, pawing restlessly at the ground.
A towering, muscular young man stands by a male dappled grey destrier, holding its reins and listening to the performance [App: 2]
Sebastian wanders the festival, tasting, drinking and loving life. [App: 3]
He is indecent.
Haidar Abn'Zahi is here. [App: 1]
A large, ash-gray destrier dappled with darker spots
A gentlemanly valet is here.
A snow white Vanner mare stands here, pawing the ground.
Samantha ab Vortina is standing near Hera and the other noblewomen talking [App: 5]
A wiry, hazel-eyed man stands near the center of the square, loaded with armor [App: 1]
A dusky-skinned man sporting a fashionable beard is here.
A lean, limber and long-legged gentleman is here.
Hera stands here, seeming to be enjoying herself and the music. [App: 5]
Kaiden de Gorman is standing around, enjoying the festival. [App: 1]
Johannes op Eremitan stands on the pavilion, addressing the people. [App: 3]
He is playing an artfully crafted viol, etched with thin lines and swirls.
Kiana ab Beaufort is standing by Samantha ab Vortina and Hera talking quietly [App: 4]
A delicately built, tall black mare stands here
Kiyarin ab Valareaux is here. [App: 4]
A large brown chicken donning a tiny, custom-made chainmail bodice is here.
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes is comfortable, seated on one of the pavilions overlooking the podiums. [App: 3]
A mighty black-midnight steed with a long silver mane has been tethered here.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair is standing closely to the refreshments, watching over the square. [App: 3]
Beronica Destral is sitting on a bench. [App: 4]
A lad with deep amber eyes and waist-length hair leans on the notice board. [App: 4]
He is indecent.
Johannes op Eremitan continues playing out the fiddle, almost dancing about the stage as he stomps to the beat of the music. "Is there a Grand Magnate Alphos out there?!" he yells eyes probing the audience.
He appears to be proficient at the strings.
"Aye, you're not allowed to guess, Barca..." Ariel takes a moment to survey the casks set out. "How lucky for me I am not a Fariner." With his cane's support, he limps his way toward the brandy to fill a cup from a cask chosen seemingly almost at random. His head nods in rhythm to the music, another wistful glance stolen Johannes op Eremitan' way as the man fiddles about the stage. [Ariel]
"Of course," a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes says, bowing down to brush lips to the back of a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair's hand and then pulls her closer, hand firmly upon her waist when he leads her into a more open spot, boots thudding on the pebbles. His moves at first are short and full of rhythm, matching the music, then pulls her into a spin of them both, leading her off by one hand in a twirl before returning to the usual beat.
Taking a deep breath, Kiyarin ab Valareaux sets her hand politely on a towering, muscular young man's arm as she follows the man towards the dance floor, keeping a soft smile upon her features. Once there, she turns towards him, pushing an opaline woolen cloak lined with green daisy painted silk back over her shoulders, before turning to face him. The lady dips into a curtsey, as is customary before starting a dance, and then looks up at the a towering, muscular young man's face, waiting for him to take the lead. [Kiyarin ab Valareaux]
A massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur Watches the mass of people moving about as they enjoy the festival. However occassionally he lets out a deep 'gruff' sound as he watches
Mister dul Meticus has left the game.
a gentlemanly valet has left the game.
A snow white Vanner mare, with a flowing white mane has left the game.
Sebastian selects a cask of rice wine, grinning broadly at Maxwell Wattkil, "You make? Can tell about?" He fills a glass, eyeing it and taking a sip.
A large brown chicken with custom-made, chainmail bodice paddles after a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes when he moves to dance with the other woman, but soon hops back and lets out a loud cackle when the spin starts and boots begin swinging.
A towering, muscular young man flips a blue cotton cloak bearing the Crossed Swords on a Chalice back over his shoulder.
Hera continues moving through the lively dance with Haidar Abn'Zahi, skirts twirling and her sari masterfully accompanying the movements. She laughs as she informs Kaiden de Gorman as they finish one step, "We dance at home oh... perhaps once a month? I insist on it, and it keeps our little court smiling, friendly and in highest spirits. You're doing well, my Lord!" she encourages him before she steps back out, her feet moving swiftly as if doing extra work so that Haidar Abn'Zahi doesn't have to.
Hera appears to be a master at acting.
You fill a sleek wineglass engraved with a tussle over a large crown with brandy from a cask of Pear Pyre brandy.
Kaiden de Gorman shakes his head at Beth, "Others may, but I do not."
Samantha ab Vortina looks over at Ariel offering him a pleasant smile "It has been awhile lord le orban.. how have you been." however as she speaks lightly she gently rubs the head of a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur
drink wineglass
This lovely, somewhat light brandy tastes much like a crisp pear,
although very strong. The burn isn't powerful, but neither is the alcohol,
more like a wine instead of a real brandy, but the strength isn't to be
underestimated. Nothing is added to it, leaving naught but the strong,
smooth taste of the brandy itself to wash across the tongue.
You feel drunk.
Johannes op Eremitan frowns a little, thought continues playing. Eyes scanning, he lands on Ariel. "Lord le Orban!" he calls, "Why don't you come up on stage! If you might be willing to be a Lord Officiant for aour little debate event here.."
He appears to be proficient at the strings.
[Action: a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes is having a lively dance with October.]
With a smile on his face, a towering, muscular young man also frees himself from the close confines of a blue cotton cloak bearing the Crossed Swords on a Chalice, letting it flow freely with his movements as he begins a traditional Lithmorran dance, considering the culture of the two dancers, the form more elegant, refined, reserved than the energetic Farinese dancing displayed by some. Leading capably but not expertly, he passes through the motions with Kiyarin ab Valareaux, a smile on his face that should appear real to all but those with the keenest insight into his or general human personality [a towering, muscular young man]
[Action: a towering, muscular young man is dancing with Kiyarin]
Haidar Abn'Zahi seems to grow more comfortable as the dance progresses, hands clapping in time until the music eventually dies down. Dipping into a vew low bow, the Earl Marshal places a hand over his heart in salute to Hera 'Dame ab Chevalier, I will remember this dance for all time, thank you."
Ariel seems to be intent on drinking his way through the event, downing a healthy mouthful of the pyre brandy. As Samantha ab Vortina addresses him, he offers a mild smile her way. "Not terribly well, truth be told - ah?" As Johannes op Eremitan addresses him, he cocks a dark brow. "Well, why not? Everyone knows I love a debate." He limps his way up the steps to join the other man on the stage.
Action set to:
Ariel is up on stage with a full glass of brandy.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair carefully moves into her dance with a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes careful to grip along his hand, carefully keeping them locked by the finger finger tips. Her cloak ruffles about as she is applied into a spin, then reverses back towards him in a fairly close manner. She too keeps with the rhythm, keeping her opposite hand snug along the nap of his neck, motioning her hips and feet to the rhythm of the music. "I never knew...You had it in you to dance like this,"
Johannes op Eremitan hacks out a few final notes on his viol. Before passing over to Ariel. Finding a slip of paper, he hands it to the man. "My Lord." he bows, "Many thanks.. it seems our good Grand Magnate has.. evaporated and with so many good nobles here quite happy for this debate, I do not wish to deprive them. Perhaps you would be so kind as to give us a little help, my Lord?"
He appears to be proficient at the strings.
Hera 's hand settles over her own heart as well when the dance with Haidar Abn'Zahi concludes. "Lord bless you, my Lord Earl Marshall- it was good to get on my feet again, I have to say. It has been a few months now, afterall." She gives him a friendly smile, but is distracted as it looks like the debates are about to start up, her lips pursing in thought as she notices the change of moderator.
"Ah, most certainly." Glancing over the crowd, Ariel points a finger at Kaiden de Gorman. "Gorman! Find me a seat, will you?" he calls, voice pitched to carry in something hardly short of a roar. "Now, then, will the debate participants do me the honor of joining me on stage?" [Ariel]
[Action: a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair is dancing with a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes in the open area]
After a taste of the rice wine, Sebastian parks himself right next to those casks like he intends to live out the rest of his natural life there, "Much good! Very taste."
Beronica Destral settles herself a bit more comfortably upon the benches as she turns to look towards the stage and the up coming debate.
Leans back on the bench as she sees Ariel already walking away. She merely sighs lightly seeing all the drunken people moving about like fools. One may notice Samantha ab Vortina hasn't partaken of anything yet. However at Ariel's statement she makes a sharp motion to a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur which roughly means stay at which point the dog complies and lays down on the grassy area even as Samantha ab Vortina moves towards the stage slowly with the most -sober- of steps [Samantha ab Vortina]
[Action: Samantha ab Vortina is standing on the stage with the other nobles]
Haidar Abn'Zahi politely extracts himself from the stage center, making his slow way towards his waiting horse, one hand resting against its neck as he watches Ariel take the stage. Taking a long drink from a metal flask of Farin coffee wrapped in protective leather, he nods slowly, before leaning more heavily against the mount.
Johannes op Eremitan bows to Ariel. "The City's thanks." he says before stepping down from the pavilion. He snatches a glass of wine as he passes. A grin is flashed to kiara as he passes. A nod is added to Hera. "Good luck, my Lady." he says, tapping a plain yellow ribbon hung with a silver Mont Innes token.
Kiana ab Beaufort's own attention turns towards the state as Ariel takes it, smiling softly as Ariel calls for the participants, beginning to work her way up towards the stage from the crowd. Her face seems to pale ever so slightly as she approaches the stage, a few deep breaths being taken as she mounts it with the other participants
[Action: Kiana ab Beaufort is standing upon the stage prepared for the debate]
Johannes op Eremitan appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Johannes op Eremitan even winks to kiara, so briefly, as he walks by.. not that anyone would notice.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux appears to be quite a graceful dancer, light on her feet, flowing with the rhythm of the music quite easily. The smile on her face is clearly more genuine than that of the smile that seems to be forced across a towering, muscular young man's lips, as the lady lets him lead her about the area. Though, as soon as the time comes, Kiyarin ab Valareaux steps back from the page, dipping into a little curtsey as she politely says to him, "Thank you for the dance, Page ab Norcress. I do hope you have a nice day." Letting an opaline woolen cloak lined with green daisy painted silk fall back over her shoulders, Kiyarin ab Valareaux takes her leave and heads back towards the gathered nobles, a nod and smile offered to Haidar Abn'Zahi on her way past.
"Aye M'Lord!" Kaiden de Gorman calls out after being tasked by Ariel, he takes off into the town hall only to return several moments later carrying a elegant chair, he rushes it up to to the stage and offers it to Ariel, "Here you are Lord le Orban. From the ballroom." [Kaiden de Gorman]
"How else do you think we stay warm in the North of the North, Lady Justiciar?" a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes laughs, obviously very pleased and enjoying the dance, pulling her closer and and making a few circles, his steps careful but precise. "I suppose I cannot say the same for yourself. Dancing on the stones is a little better than rolling around on the dirt during our off-hours, eh?" After a few more movements he pauses, a little out of breath and takes a step back to give an elegant bow and a flourish of his hand, holding it out yet again to lead her back to the pavilion in preperation for the debate.
A wiry, hazel-eyed man is far too encumbered by his metal armour to join in the dancing, so he confines himself to drinking and commenting with the flush-faced individuals stepping off the floor for a break.
Hera gives Haidar Abn'Zahi a final smile as Ariel calls the debate to a start. She's smiling as she makes her way through the crowd, taking a few words of luck and well wishes from those she passes- touching the elbow of a friendly lady that she passes. Johannes op Eremitan receives a wide smile, and she touches a hand to her heart as she passes him. With that, she makes her way up to the stage, commenting to Ariel, "My Lord, I'm pleased to have you as the moderator, I was going to have to withdraw myself otherwise over the question of firness, due to the Grand Magnate's open loyalties." This is said with an easy smile and a glance directed at Kiana ab Beaufort.
Maxwell Wattkil rubs at his nose a bit, almost sort of waiting for something to happen, as he stands by his pile of, well, casks of wine. He doesn't seem much for dancing, I'm afraid, but doesn't really see anyone to really talk to that isn't far too busy to chat with. So he lingers.
"Lovely, thank you." Bending over, Ariel swipes the chair from Kaidan, planting it on the stage off to the side of the podiums. Sinking into it, he sets his cane down close at hand. The piece of paper handed over from Johannes op Eremitan is reviewed as he sips at his glass. "Hmmmmnnn..." At Hera's words he glances up, laughingly. "Is that so? Well, we all know that I am undecided in this contest - so convince me prettily, my lady." [Ariel]
Alphos's Provided Debate Questions:
1. <Name>, As Regent of Her HIghness, Caitrin ab Samael. What values
would you like to instill in her throughout your reign?
2. <Name>, Given the already tense political situation regarding the
regency, How would you ease the sour relations between the vassals and the
Crown?
3. Everday more and more loyal soldiers return from the front, suffering
from loss of limb and broken spirirt. What efforts will you take as regent
to make the transition back to a normal, peacefull life possible?
4. Cases of corruption among the Kingdom's guildleaders, and exploitation
of the peasantry by certain 'Robber Barons' have made for bitter relations
between the common folk and those who are sworn to protect them. As Regent,
How would you seek to remedy this matter and restore the people's faith in
social order?
5. What qualities do you find to be your greatest strength?
6. What about yourself do you find me be your greatest weakness?
7. What would the person that likes you the least on Urth say about you?
And Why?
Sebastian leans an arm across a cask of the rice wine, seeming determined to stay there and drink it dry. He again tries to catch the attention of Maxwell Wattkil, "Hey, brother!" His Lithmorran isn't very good, and he seems intent on making up for it with volume and enthusiasm, "Make this wine? Is best here!"
Haidar Abn'Zahi raises his flask to Maxwell Wattkil perhaps trying to garner the man's attention before storm-laden eyes focus once more upon the stage.
Completing the dance on time, a towering, muscular young man bows politely to kirayan and returns her greeting with, "You are welcome, M'Lady ab Valareaux" before stepping out of the way. As the dancing perhaps begins to die down with the preparation for the debate, he steps off of the floor and finds himself a seat. [a towering, muscular young man]
[Action: a towering, muscular young man sits in a seat watching the debates.]
"I did speak with him about the debate." Kiana ab Beaufort admits with a smile to Hera "But I trust in his ability to be fair." she murmurs softly "But I do concur, Lord le Orban is probably the better moderator." she chuckles "If you'd let it be known it was to be an issue i'm sure something could have been arranged Lady ab Chevalier. I hardly want this debate tainted by any accusations that the moderator favored myself or any other candidate." [Kiana ab Beaufort]
Samantha ab Vortina arches a brow as she looks to Hera "What open loyalties doe the grand magnate have.. If anything i would say that this is not fair given lord le orban having known you longer than any of the other competitors." she mentiones idly "and the fact that he was a past bard while apparently the troubadours support you lady ab chevalier."
[Action: Hera is standing on the stage, looking to be at her ease.]
A lad with deep amber eyes and waist-length hair rolls his shoulders back, the first real movement from him for most of the event. He grimaces briefly as a few bones crack, but soon, he's loose and ready for more sentinel duty. His amber gaze flits over the crowd to the crates of wine and there's an expression of brief earnest, but he shakes his head a moment later and continues to watch the square.
Maxwell Wattkil sort of nods to Haidar Abn'Zahi, with a tad of a grin that way, though his attention shifts to Sebastian as he advances towards the knightly sort. "Yeh- Rice. Warm, pleasant, yeah?"
Samantha ab Vortina shrugs a bit "But i see it merely as a more challenging hurdle to overcome so I think we should just let this debate commence.
Johannes op Eremitan takes a long swig of the rice wine and a bite of the loaf before slipping up north toward the Cathedral.
With word the debate is about to start, kya moves towards the stage with Hera, Kiana ab Beaufort and Samantha ab Vortina, a pleasant smile on her lips. The lady stays quiet for now, waiting for instructions as to how the event is to proceed. [Kiyarin ab Valareaux]
Johannes op Eremitan leaves north
"Well, I'm sure he'll be fair!" Beth insists to Samantha ab Vortina, drawing up her mouth. "And it's not like he's deciding anyone's minds for them."
[Action: Samantha ab Vortina is standing on the stage with the other nobles looking focused and determined during this all.]
Kaiden de Gorman moves to stand just infront of the stage at an angle so he can watch both the stage and crowd gathered, with his hands resting on his belt.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair inclines a formal curtsy before a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes, her cloak and form dipping to the ground after the strong flourish. She smiles lastly and inclines a nod at his gesture, moving back over towards their seating arrangements. Finally the debate was to begin, and this was keenly what she had been interested in rather than the wine.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes looks to the stage with a curious expression, from her vantage point, away from the main mass of humanity.
"My lady Vortina, I am insulted. Do you know, it's not wise to insult a man who is about to moderate your debate? But, because I am an eminently fair and open-minded man, I will pretend you have -not- just accused me of lying about my objective stance..." Inclining his head, Ariel glances among the four women as they take the stage. "Let's begin with a simple question, and indeed - since I am unbiased - you may even answer first, my lady Vortina. Why should -you- be regent above and beyond the candidates who oppose you?" [Ariel]
"I fully trust in the Lord le Orban's ability to moderate justly, and I doubt there will be any 'hurdles' to overcome My Ladies...." Haidar Abn'Zahi clarifies from his corner of the square, a quick bow of his head given to Ariel as the man draws the entrants to the stage, "Perhaps someone shop offer a prayer over this occasion before commencing?" [Haidar Abn'Zahi]
[Action: a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes is seated on the pavilion, watching the debate.]
"Is great! Have time, tell about how make?" Sebastian presses a big hand to his ample chest, "Also make drink! Much enjoy your rice wine." He thunks the cask enthusiastically, "How much can have?"
[Action: a wiry young woman with grey eyes is standing around the perimeter of the square, watching the stage.]
Hera 's eyes sparkle with excitement that the debate seems about to be begin, especially with the cat thrown amongst the pigeons about the Grand Magnate's loyalties. Her hands fold together as she awaits her turn, watching the others with clear interest.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair inclines a head towards a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur. "I agree, we should have a prayer to start things off, especially as it seems as though things may already begin to slip into a negative connotation," a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair speaks fairly aloud.
Kiana ab Beaufort appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Kiana ab Beaufort brushes gloved hands idly over her skirt as Ariel asks the question of Samantha ab Vortina, her attention upon the woman as she prepares her answer
Samantha ab Vortina looks to Ariel and it is obvious she is neither withdrawing her comment or regretting it "Why i should be Regent you say? Why that is a very good question. However perhaps we should have a prayer since so many seem intent on it?"
Kiyarin ab Valareaux chuckles softly, seeming relaxed and at ease, as the debate begins, the quips being thrown around. But, she listens quietly as the question is posed by Ariel, her eyes turning towards Samantha ab Vortina as she waits to hear her response.
Action set to:
Ariel is sitting in a chair on stage, ostensibly moderating the debate.
"Very well, then; let's have a prayer! My lord Earl Marshall, will you do us the honors, as the requester?" Ariel asks of Haidar Abn'Zahi, turning a light grin his way; his eyes sparkle, the one openly seen and the other concealed beneath his plain, sable mask. "A few brief words to start us off." [Ariel]
"Let us bow our heads." Haidar Abn'Zahi intones before chalicing himself, "Lord, let your wisdom guide these people as they speak on the behalf of their Kingdom, their people, and their hearts. Let honesty and truth prevail, as is the way of the right and just. We ask these thing in your name." [Haidar Abn'Zahi]
Samantha ab Vortina dips her head as she join in
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair whispers quietly under her breath, "Lord be with us today," while forming a light chalice and nodding intently.
Hera 's hand once more comes to rest over her heart as she readies herself for prayer. When Haidar Abn'Zahi speaks up, her eyes lower respectfully throughout the prayer, and she chalices herself at the conclusion.
Kiana ab Beaufort nods inclining her head softly into a position of prayer as Ariel calls upon the Haidar Abn'Zahi to perform the prayer and the man begins, finally raising her head when the prayer is completed, chalicing herself softly, whispering quietly "Lord strengthen and guide us." before resting her hands against her side, demurely waiting for Samantha ab Vortina's answer to the question stated earlier by Ariel
Kaiden de Gorman bows his head and makes the chalice over himself as Haidar Abn'Zahi prays and finishes.
Chalicing himself at the conclusion of the prayer, Ariel follows up the gesture with a deep gulp of brandy: evidently his personal holy sacrament at the moment. "Excellent well, my lord. Now, my Lady Vortina?" [Ariel]
A wiry young woman with grey eyes bows her head, listening to the prayer, and then smoothly chalices herself and looks back up towards the group of nobles at the stage with a curious expression.
Maxwell Wattkil bows his head,with a soft sigh of breath as he pauses en-route to Haidar Abn'Zahi. Well, he doesn't quite pause, but he slows his way through the crowd.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux bows her head as a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur starts to say a prayer, the lady clasping her hands before her chest, as she listens quietly. When the prayer is done, Kiyarin ab Valareaux murmurs a soft little prayer of her own, before she looks back up at the crowd, "Lord be with us."
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes bows his head and closes his eyes when the words are spoken, making the Sign of the Chalice once the prayer has been concluded. "Lord bless us on this day, for we are fortunate to have been bestowed the merriness that has been laid out before us." he whispers solemnly.
Martine op Fournier arrives from the east
Martine op Fournier slows to a halt.
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera seems a touch more stately in her bearing after the prayer, the ritual of it seeming to have helped her to focus and throw off the fun and frivolity of the festival itself. Still, she smiles, directing her gaze out at the square.
A chattering passerby replies to a bit of gossip, "Oh Good Lord! Did you see that lady in Bluebirds just now? A plump, blond-haired teenage woman, wearing blue and lilac? She had her hair down! How completely scandalous! No good lady in their right mind would be seen in public with their hair down. Only women of the night do such unspeakable things. I do hope she's not one of those noble ladies here for the council. ". [Rumor #16]
Haidar Abn'Zahi remains silent after the prayer, settling back against a large, ash-gray destrier dappled with darker spots as he awaits the questions to be posed, and their respective answers.
Sebastian holds his own personal debate between two large glasses of wine. No word on who is winning yet, but it's probably -joy- by a wide margin.
"...So," Maxwell Wattkil offers to Haidar Abn'Zahi, taking a brief second to bounceh is brows. "...Here- Are you going to be debating? I brought something for each debater." [Maxwell Wattkil]
Haidar Abn'Zahi shakes his head slowly as Maxwell Wattkil speaks to him, "I run an Army my friend, that is enough politics for me. The candiates are currently on the stage."
Beronica Destral keeps her eye trained upon the stage after the prayer as she awaits to hear Samantha ab Vortina's response.
Samantha ab Vortina raises her head as soon as the prayer is done and looks back to Ariel "Back to the debate now. Why I should be regent above the others is not a question i feel comfortable answering. Each candidate has good reasons to be regent that i can not deny. However what i feel places me above my competitors is that fact i intend to be a speaker for the people. The gentry and freeman make up more of lithmore than the nobles do. As such they should have more say in how -their- kingdom is ran. And given that most of the competitors only arrived in lithmore as soon as the baronial council was called i doubt how much they know about the people they truly wish to represent. I have spent the last year in lithmore and have come to know the people here quite well.. However lady ab Chevalier also knows these people better than I and i feel she is my only real competitor in this matter.." However she takes a breath as she lets her response waft to those listening
"Right. Suppose anyone would mind if I gave each of them a bottle of Vodka and a bottle of Rice Wine?" Maxwell Wattkil asks of Haidar Abn'Zahi. "..You need plenty of drinks if you're into politics." [Maxwell Wattkil]
"Interesting." Ariel's expression gives nothing away as to his reaction. "My Lady ab Beaufort, I've heard you position yourself as the candidate of the people. How would you answer the question, given Lady ab Vortina's response and your own... personal qualities?" [Ariel]
Sebastian could only be getting more familiar with this cask of fine rice wine if he was inside it, and it's effects are starting to show. Gesturing grandly with his glass and nearly spilling some wine, he asks rhetorically of those around him, "She supporting others, or self? Could no tell."
Martine op Fournier's head bobs with her click-clacked pace into the side of the crowd spilling into the crossroads. Sharp eyes zag a run over the collected populace, waving banners, and the pavilion itself while she slows, and finds herself a place to stand and observe proceedings.
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera makes a gesture of acknowledgement to Samantha ab Vortina as she is named as the only real competitor, although a light shake of her head follows as if she doesn't really agree with the point.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair "Interesting..." is what comes from a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair's lips as she looks upon the candidates on the stage, there isn't much of a hint as to what she may have been feeling at the first response but she does perk a brow at the following candidate, hoping the other answer my be a little more concrete.
A lad with deep amber eyes and waist-length hair pulls his hood up as the morning chill arrives. His head is turned away from the debate, instead eyeing the few who're arriving to observe.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux listens to the words that are being spoken, her eyes flicking towards Hera when her name is mentioned, but the lady lets no expression show on her face. She remains completely neutral in her stance for now.
[Action: Martine op Fournier watches the debates with crossed arms, eyes partially shaded by the angular tilt of hat.]
"I listen to the input of others." Kiana ab Beaufort states after a moment, evidently taken a little off balance by Ariel's redirection of the question to herself "Many of the prominent members of the gentry, as well as the freeman often feel as if they cannot approach members of the nobility about their problems. By being approachable, they are far more willing to talk to me." she smiles wryly and glances toward sma "Take the Grand Magnate for example." she murmurs softly "He is undoubtably one of the most important members of the gentry inside of the city-yet, due to.... concerns he had about another canditate's ah... impartiality towards him and his own guild would be concerned. He came to me and expressed them." she pauses, sea-green eyes coming to rest upon Samantha ab Vortina "In fact, I believe he was extremely concerned about your enmity with him. Lady ab Vortina." she murmurs to the woman [Kiana ab Beaufort]
Arynon von Eclen rides in from the east
A sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf has arrived.
A sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf has arrived.
A weathered looking warrior has arrived.
Arynon von Eclen slows to a halt.
"I'm sure the Grand Magnate -did- come to you, Lady ab Beaufort... leaving that question aside for the moment, Lady ab Valareaux? What is it you feel you have to offer - why should you be the regent?" Ariel turns his benign half-smile Kiyarin ab Valareaux's way. [Ariel]
Sebastian lets out a burst of incredibly loud, inappropriate laughter at Ariel's words, making no effort to conceal his mirth.
Arynon von Eclen arrives atop a well-muscled brown destrier of average height, a weathered looking warrior following close behind, and a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf and a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf flanking either side of the horse, stopping as he listens to the debate.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes smirks faintly to herself, and cocks her head, looking to the next candidate on the platform.
[Action: Arynon von Eclen is seated atop a well-muscled brown destrier of average height with a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf and a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf sitting nearby as a weathered looking warrior watches the crowd.]
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera waits patiently for her turn, eyes scanning the crowd, smiling pleasantly throughout.
Arches her brow minutely as she hears Kiana ab Beaufort but apparently does not seem to care enough to make a comment on the woman's statement since it is obvious everyone knows that Samantha ab Vortina and alphos has a certain dispute. Instead her eyes drift to Kiyarin ab Valareaux awaiting a response [Samantha ab Vortina]
Beronica Destral appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Beronica Destral sighs and shakes her head at Samantha ab Vortina's answer before listening to kia's.
Swishes his silvery mane against his dappled rump, a male dappled grey destrier next holds it up vertically, clenching his rump muscles and depositing a big pile of horse turd over by the stabling areas where he's tied up. [a male dappled grey destrier]
Haidar Abn'Zahi leaves east
A large, ash-gray destrier dappled with darker spots leaves east.
A massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur approaches Arynon von Eclen's wolves seeming to consider the animals for a second before heading back to his small patch of land
Martine op Fournier chews the inside of a cheek, flicking her gaze from speaker to speaker. Her jaw untightens, however, for Hera, as that lady's eyes trail over her corner of the crowd. A short, tight smile delivers, paired with a subtle nod.
Arynon von Eclen appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Arynon von Eclen does something under his cloak that isn't seen by any paying any attention to him.
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera 's eye catches Martine op Fournier's for the split of a moment, giving her a soft nod and a curved smile in return before her eyes shift towards the lady that has been asked to speak.
Kaiden de Gorman continues to stand near the front of the stage, eyes focused on the canidates with an occasionaly glance over the crowd.
Beth leaves east
A floppy-eared brown dog with a curl of a tail leaves east.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux flicks her eyes towards Kiana ab Beaufort and Samantha ab Vortina for a moment, as the pair seem rather intent on simply downgrading the other, the lady looking perhaps a touch disappointed. As she is called upon, Kiyarin ab Valareaux turns a smile towards Ariel and nods her head politely, "Thank you, Lord le Orban. All of the ladies on the stage with me have fine qualities that they bring with them, and all of us, for different reasons, I believe, would be good regents. For myself, I am very new to Lithmore, and while others may see this as a disadvantage, I do not. There are ongoing problems within the city that need to be addressed, and a pair of fresh eyes is always an advantage in that situation. I have no bias, no ties to any particular faction, or group of people, test respect all in the same fashion. Each person, each Barony, each County... Every farmer, merchants, soldier and courtier has a quality that offers something unique and wonderful to this city. I intend to harness those talents, bring the people together to aid each other where they can. It has long since been a tradition in Eastgale that we open up the doors to my family manor once a month, an open invite for all to attend, and bring forth news, pleas for aid, ideas and projects that would improve the city. At these gatherings, we listen to everyone that takes their time to come, and then spend the next month working on fixing whatever issues are drawn to our attention, giving each and every person within Eastgale a job, a purpose... Our levels of unemployment are next to none, our crime rate is low, our people work together for the good of all, and I believe that is something that would benefit the Kingdom, as a whole."
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes leans back in his seat on the pavilion, resting an arm over his tunic with half-full wineglass in one hand and the other resting upon it to cradle his chin under a finger, giving each of the candidates a scrutinizing look as they give their statements.
Marisa rides in from the east
A stocky, sandy-haired bodyguard with a square jaw has arrived.
A petite young woman with strawberry blonde ringlets has arrived.
A tall, slender manservant with light brown hair has arrived.
A lithe male knight with wavy blond hair has arrived.
Marisa slows to a halt.
A wiry, hazel-eyed man appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A wiry, hazel-eyed man quietly adjusts himself at his seat, listening to the candidates curiously, head swiveling from one to the other
[Action: Sebastian appears to be very close to embracing a cask of rice wine as he watches the debate.]
Lloyd le Tarrow rides in from the east
Lloyd le Tarrow veers to the east.
Lloyd le Tarrow rides east, sagged over his mount's neck and blood dripping from him as he rides.
"I see, my lady ab Valareaux; also a champion of the people," Ariel tells Kiyarin ab Valareaux, in even tones that again give no hint as to his feelings about the woman's responses. "Well, then. My lady ab Chevalier, it falls to you to finish up this question: what, then, makes you the best candidate for the regency?" [Ariel]
Arynon von Eclen turns and smiles as he notices Marisa's entrance into the square, offering her a bow of the head, then returning his attention to the debate at hand.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair carefully mounts A mighty black-midnight steed with a long silver mane.
Kaiden de Gorman turns towards the man that rode threw the crowd with blood dripping from him, a question look cross his features as he looks towards the direction he left and then back to the Nobles at hand.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair quickly rises to her feet as an odd occurrence seemed to catch her attention, she bites her lip and carefully tugs along her cloak, and readying her blade to bare. " Give me a moment...to see what that was all about," a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair addresses a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes, casually offering a person wearing a worn and patched cloak, displaying the Scales of Justice a glance as well before mounted her steed and began to ride off to the east.
Samantha ab Vortina considers Kiyarin ab Valareaux's response softly as she hears this and nods softly though to herself she gently says "It seems that Lothos and Eastgale are not very different in the long run." she says softly enough that only those on the stage would likely hear it
Marisa raises an eyebrow slightly to find Ariel up on the stage moderating, though accented with a small smile. She dismounts and passes off the reins to a tall, slender manservant with light brown hair to get the horse out of the way and moves up to settle in and watch.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair rides east
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes hops to his feet after seeing the scene and noddles his head quickly, "I'll be back promptly," he says, moving toward the Crossroads with a hasty step. a large brown chicken with custom-made, chainmail bodice appears to be insistent on following him at his heels, almost getting a kick after every few steps.
Sebastian spots Marisa approaching and waves both arms at her cheerily, "My Lady! I find good wine. Want good wine?" He thunks the cask next to him affectionately, beckoning the woman over, "Your lord husband is best... uh... uh... argue manage person! He manage best argue."
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes leaves east taking graceful strides as he walks.
A large brown chicken with custom-made, chainmail bodice leaves east.
Hera speaks up, and she moves about the stage as she speaks, "Lord Orban, if I may... we're sure that Lady Beaufort and Vortina are not here to be elected mayor of Lithmore? I dare say that that is as far as their goals seem to spread- I'd be more than happy to support either. We're sure? Alright..." Smiling, she leans back again to address the question. "To be regent is to be one thing primarily above all else. It is to see to the protection, the education and well being of our Queen Caitrin ab Samael. All else fades before that. As regent, I intend to trust in the respected Lords and Ladies of the state. The Earl Marshall and the Justiciar on matters of security and military, the Matriarch on spiritual concerns. The good lady just arriving on matters mercantile," she adds, directing a hand at Marisa as she arrives. "I will trust the people around me, while I focus on my niece's well being, on ensuring that the great lords and ladies work well together for the betterment of our kingdom, and on the court."
"I would love some good wine," Marisa answers to Sebastian with a light smile. "And he ees rather a natural, mm?"
Sebastian fetches a glass and fills it for Marisa, blinking heavy brows at the cask as he does so, "He very good say two thing with one thing." Swaying a little on his feet, he continues, "Lady, have much important ask. No approve servant drink much?" Gee, now why would he be worried about that?
Samantha ab Vortina turns to look at Hera and she seems to be nearly speechless but not in an offended way but in a shocked manner but alas she shakes her head sadly and looks back to Ariel "If i may have the floor for a second lord le orban.. I wish to counter that statement. Afterall this is a debate, not an interview."
"A very different answer, my lady ab Chevalier." Inscrutable as ever, Ariel punctuates his response with yet another mouthful of brandy. "Yet I do believe it's fair to say that our regent must not only be the steward of our Princess, but the steward of Lithmore itself. Given that position, many difficult decisions will present themselves. You are correct this is a debate, my lady ab Vortina, and I had intended to introduce a different question to truly begin discussion... but if you feel moved to reply, then very well - reply." [Ariel]
[Chilly, cloudy, morning]
The grand facade of the Cathedral of St. Aelwyn dominates this square
in all its gothic opulence, set opposite the less imposing but equally
large edifice of the Town Hall. Laid in an artful pattern, the red and
white bricks between them converge in alternating bands towards a central
fixture, a splendid fountain. Around it, a small grassy area has been left
open, hosting the small roofed shelter of the town announcement board.
Several benches wrought from intricate ironwork edge this small lawn,
offering seating to the weary.
(The square is bustling with activity. Vendors carts have been laid out
with their wares. A purple Troubadours Guild banner displaying the bardic
sceptre, a deep blue Merchants Guild banner displaying the Gold Coin, and a
Scarlet Order banner displaying the Chalice of Dav hang together on the
front of the Town Hall. A pavilion has been laid out there as well with
three podiums. )
[ Exits: north east south west ]
( 11)A cask of 'Rice Suprise' Wattkil Rice Wine sits here. (eastern edge)
( 2)A cask of white wine is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of Apple Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of Red Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of White Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
A cask of Pear Pyre brandy is displayed at a large booth, surrounded by alrge crowds of people. (northwestern corner)
( 5)A loaf of honey-drizzled bread, mixed with peaches and nuts is being distributed from a baker's stall. (northeastern corner)
( 2)A variety of succulent marzipan cookies sprinkled in spices is being distributed from a baker's stall. (northeastern corner)
( 5)A refined, baker's dozen package of delicious sugar cookies is being distributed from a baker's stall. (northeastern corner)
Benches of black wrought-iron frame the grassy lawn. (center)
A baroque fountain rises majestically in the center of the square. (center)
A public trough keeps the company of a hitching post along a wide patch of grass. (northwestern corner)
The square's public board stands beneath a protective wood shingle roof. (northwestern corner)
Silver lanterns hung on tall stakes guard the four corners of the square. (center) (lit)
[AFK] Jenifyr von Vakhrova stands before the cathedral steps, observing the festival. [App: 3]
A bay palfrey with a white blaze has been tethered here.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes is standing around the perimeter of the square, looking bemused. [App: 1]
A dappled brown mare with a long mane stands here, pawing at the ground restlessly.
Maxwell Wattkil is here, his horse bearing a hilarious amount of wine. [App: 2]
He is indecent.
A svelte, young golden-blonde woman with pale eyes is here. [App: 4]
An angelically delicate, palomino palfrey mare watches everyone with curiousity.
A skinny man of short, onyx hair is here. [App: 3]
A floppy-eared brown dog with a curl of a tail frolicks about.
Beth is here. [App: 3]
A male dappled grey destrier stands here, pawing restlessly at the ground.
A towering, muscular young man stands by a male dappled grey destrier, holding its reins and listening to the performance [App: 2]
Sebastian wanders the festival, tasting, drinking and loving life. [App: 3]
He is indecent.
Haidar Abn'Zahi is here. [App: 1]
A large, ash-gray destrier dappled with darker spots
A gentlemanly valet is here.
A snow white Vanner mare stands here, pawing the ground.
Samantha ab Vortina is standing near Hera and the other noblewomen talking [App: 5]
A wiry, hazel-eyed man stands near the center of the square, loaded with armor [App: 1]
A dusky-skinned man sporting a fashionable beard is here.
A lean, limber and long-legged gentleman is here.
Hera stands here, seeming to be enjoying herself and the music. [App: 5]
Kaiden de Gorman is standing around, enjoying the festival. [App: 1]
Johannes op Eremitan stands on the pavilion, addressing the people. [App: 3]
He is playing an artfully crafted viol, etched with thin lines and swirls.
Kiana ab Beaufort is standing by Samantha ab Vortina and Hera talking quietly [App: 4]
A delicately built, tall black mare stands here
Kiyarin ab Valareaux is here. [App: 4]
A large brown chicken donning a tiny, custom-made chainmail bodice is here.
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes is comfortable, seated on one of the pavilions overlooking the podiums. [App: 3]
A mighty black-midnight steed with a long silver mane has been tethered here.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair is standing closely to the refreshments, watching over the square. [App: 3]
Beronica Destral is sitting on a bench. [App: 4]
A lad with deep amber eyes and waist-length hair leans on the notice board. [App: 4]
He is indecent.
Johannes op Eremitan continues playing out the fiddle, almost dancing about the stage as he stomps to the beat of the music. "Is there a Grand Magnate Alphos out there?!" he yells eyes probing the audience.
He appears to be proficient at the strings.
"Aye, you're not allowed to guess, Barca..." Ariel takes a moment to survey the casks set out. "How lucky for me I am not a Fariner." With his cane's support, he limps his way toward the brandy to fill a cup from a cask chosen seemingly almost at random. His head nods in rhythm to the music, another wistful glance stolen Johannes op Eremitan' way as the man fiddles about the stage. [Ariel]
"Of course," a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes says, bowing down to brush lips to the back of a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair's hand and then pulls her closer, hand firmly upon her waist when he leads her into a more open spot, boots thudding on the pebbles. His moves at first are short and full of rhythm, matching the music, then pulls her into a spin of them both, leading her off by one hand in a twirl before returning to the usual beat.
Taking a deep breath, Kiyarin ab Valareaux sets her hand politely on a towering, muscular young man's arm as she follows the man towards the dance floor, keeping a soft smile upon her features. Once there, she turns towards him, pushing an opaline woolen cloak lined with green daisy painted silk back over her shoulders, before turning to face him. The lady dips into a curtsey, as is customary before starting a dance, and then looks up at the a towering, muscular young man's face, waiting for him to take the lead. [Kiyarin ab Valareaux]
A massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur Watches the mass of people moving about as they enjoy the festival. However occassionally he lets out a deep 'gruff' sound as he watches
Mister dul Meticus has left the game.
a gentlemanly valet has left the game.
A snow white Vanner mare, with a flowing white mane has left the game.
Sebastian selects a cask of rice wine, grinning broadly at Maxwell Wattkil, "You make? Can tell about?" He fills a glass, eyeing it and taking a sip.
A large brown chicken with custom-made, chainmail bodice paddles after a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes when he moves to dance with the other woman, but soon hops back and lets out a loud cackle when the spin starts and boots begin swinging.
A towering, muscular young man flips a blue cotton cloak bearing the Crossed Swords on a Chalice back over his shoulder.
Hera continues moving through the lively dance with Haidar Abn'Zahi, skirts twirling and her sari masterfully accompanying the movements. She laughs as she informs Kaiden de Gorman as they finish one step, "We dance at home oh... perhaps once a month? I insist on it, and it keeps our little court smiling, friendly and in highest spirits. You're doing well, my Lord!" she encourages him before she steps back out, her feet moving swiftly as if doing extra work so that Haidar Abn'Zahi doesn't have to.
Hera appears to be a master at acting.
You fill a sleek wineglass engraved with a tussle over a large crown with brandy from a cask of Pear Pyre brandy.
Kaiden de Gorman shakes his head at Beth, "Others may, but I do not."
Samantha ab Vortina looks over at Ariel offering him a pleasant smile "It has been awhile lord le orban.. how have you been." however as she speaks lightly she gently rubs the head of a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur
drink wineglass
This lovely, somewhat light brandy tastes much like a crisp pear,
although very strong. The burn isn't powerful, but neither is the alcohol,
more like a wine instead of a real brandy, but the strength isn't to be
underestimated. Nothing is added to it, leaving naught but the strong,
smooth taste of the brandy itself to wash across the tongue.
You feel drunk.
Johannes op Eremitan frowns a little, thought continues playing. Eyes scanning, he lands on Ariel. "Lord le Orban!" he calls, "Why don't you come up on stage! If you might be willing to be a Lord Officiant for aour little debate event here.."
He appears to be proficient at the strings.
[Action: a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes is having a lively dance with October.]
With a smile on his face, a towering, muscular young man also frees himself from the close confines of a blue cotton cloak bearing the Crossed Swords on a Chalice, letting it flow freely with his movements as he begins a traditional Lithmorran dance, considering the culture of the two dancers, the form more elegant, refined, reserved than the energetic Farinese dancing displayed by some. Leading capably but not expertly, he passes through the motions with Kiyarin ab Valareaux, a smile on his face that should appear real to all but those with the keenest insight into his or general human personality [a towering, muscular young man]
[Action: a towering, muscular young man is dancing with Kiyarin]
Haidar Abn'Zahi seems to grow more comfortable as the dance progresses, hands clapping in time until the music eventually dies down. Dipping into a vew low bow, the Earl Marshal places a hand over his heart in salute to Hera 'Dame ab Chevalier, I will remember this dance for all time, thank you."
Ariel seems to be intent on drinking his way through the event, downing a healthy mouthful of the pyre brandy. As Samantha ab Vortina addresses him, he offers a mild smile her way. "Not terribly well, truth be told - ah?" As Johannes op Eremitan addresses him, he cocks a dark brow. "Well, why not? Everyone knows I love a debate." He limps his way up the steps to join the other man on the stage.
Action set to:
Ariel is up on stage with a full glass of brandy.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair carefully moves into her dance with a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes careful to grip along his hand, carefully keeping them locked by the finger finger tips. Her cloak ruffles about as she is applied into a spin, then reverses back towards him in a fairly close manner. She too keeps with the rhythm, keeping her opposite hand snug along the nap of his neck, motioning her hips and feet to the rhythm of the music. "I never knew...You had it in you to dance like this,"
Johannes op Eremitan hacks out a few final notes on his viol. Before passing over to Ariel. Finding a slip of paper, he hands it to the man. "My Lord." he bows, "Many thanks.. it seems our good Grand Magnate has.. evaporated and with so many good nobles here quite happy for this debate, I do not wish to deprive them. Perhaps you would be so kind as to give us a little help, my Lord?"
He appears to be proficient at the strings.
Hera 's hand settles over her own heart as well when the dance with Haidar Abn'Zahi concludes. "Lord bless you, my Lord Earl Marshall- it was good to get on my feet again, I have to say. It has been a few months now, afterall." She gives him a friendly smile, but is distracted as it looks like the debates are about to start up, her lips pursing in thought as she notices the change of moderator.
"Ah, most certainly." Glancing over the crowd, Ariel points a finger at Kaiden de Gorman. "Gorman! Find me a seat, will you?" he calls, voice pitched to carry in something hardly short of a roar. "Now, then, will the debate participants do me the honor of joining me on stage?" [Ariel]
[Action: a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair is dancing with a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes in the open area]
After a taste of the rice wine, Sebastian parks himself right next to those casks like he intends to live out the rest of his natural life there, "Much good! Very taste."
Beronica Destral settles herself a bit more comfortably upon the benches as she turns to look towards the stage and the up coming debate.
Leans back on the bench as she sees Ariel already walking away. She merely sighs lightly seeing all the drunken people moving about like fools. One may notice Samantha ab Vortina hasn't partaken of anything yet. However at Ariel's statement she makes a sharp motion to a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur which roughly means stay at which point the dog complies and lays down on the grassy area even as Samantha ab Vortina moves towards the stage slowly with the most -sober- of steps [Samantha ab Vortina]
[Action: Samantha ab Vortina is standing on the stage with the other nobles]
Haidar Abn'Zahi politely extracts himself from the stage center, making his slow way towards his waiting horse, one hand resting against its neck as he watches Ariel take the stage. Taking a long drink from a metal flask of Farin coffee wrapped in protective leather, he nods slowly, before leaning more heavily against the mount.
Johannes op Eremitan bows to Ariel. "The City's thanks." he says before stepping down from the pavilion. He snatches a glass of wine as he passes. A grin is flashed to kiara as he passes. A nod is added to Hera. "Good luck, my Lady." he says, tapping a plain yellow ribbon hung with a silver Mont Innes token.
Kiana ab Beaufort's own attention turns towards the state as Ariel takes it, smiling softly as Ariel calls for the participants, beginning to work her way up towards the stage from the crowd. Her face seems to pale ever so slightly as she approaches the stage, a few deep breaths being taken as she mounts it with the other participants
[Action: Kiana ab Beaufort is standing upon the stage prepared for the debate]
Johannes op Eremitan appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Johannes op Eremitan even winks to kiara, so briefly, as he walks by.. not that anyone would notice.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux appears to be quite a graceful dancer, light on her feet, flowing with the rhythm of the music quite easily. The smile on her face is clearly more genuine than that of the smile that seems to be forced across a towering, muscular young man's lips, as the lady lets him lead her about the area. Though, as soon as the time comes, Kiyarin ab Valareaux steps back from the page, dipping into a little curtsey as she politely says to him, "Thank you for the dance, Page ab Norcress. I do hope you have a nice day." Letting an opaline woolen cloak lined with green daisy painted silk fall back over her shoulders, Kiyarin ab Valareaux takes her leave and heads back towards the gathered nobles, a nod and smile offered to Haidar Abn'Zahi on her way past.
"Aye M'Lord!" Kaiden de Gorman calls out after being tasked by Ariel, he takes off into the town hall only to return several moments later carrying a elegant chair, he rushes it up to to the stage and offers it to Ariel, "Here you are Lord le Orban. From the ballroom." [Kaiden de Gorman]
"How else do you think we stay warm in the North of the North, Lady Justiciar?" a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes laughs, obviously very pleased and enjoying the dance, pulling her closer and and making a few circles, his steps careful but precise. "I suppose I cannot say the same for yourself. Dancing on the stones is a little better than rolling around on the dirt during our off-hours, eh?" After a few more movements he pauses, a little out of breath and takes a step back to give an elegant bow and a flourish of his hand, holding it out yet again to lead her back to the pavilion in preperation for the debate.
A wiry, hazel-eyed man is far too encumbered by his metal armour to join in the dancing, so he confines himself to drinking and commenting with the flush-faced individuals stepping off the floor for a break.
Hera gives Haidar Abn'Zahi a final smile as Ariel calls the debate to a start. She's smiling as she makes her way through the crowd, taking a few words of luck and well wishes from those she passes- touching the elbow of a friendly lady that she passes. Johannes op Eremitan receives a wide smile, and she touches a hand to her heart as she passes him. With that, she makes her way up to the stage, commenting to Ariel, "My Lord, I'm pleased to have you as the moderator, I was going to have to withdraw myself otherwise over the question of firness, due to the Grand Magnate's open loyalties." This is said with an easy smile and a glance directed at Kiana ab Beaufort.
Maxwell Wattkil rubs at his nose a bit, almost sort of waiting for something to happen, as he stands by his pile of, well, casks of wine. He doesn't seem much for dancing, I'm afraid, but doesn't really see anyone to really talk to that isn't far too busy to chat with. So he lingers.
"Lovely, thank you." Bending over, Ariel swipes the chair from Kaidan, planting it on the stage off to the side of the podiums. Sinking into it, he sets his cane down close at hand. The piece of paper handed over from Johannes op Eremitan is reviewed as he sips at his glass. "Hmmmmnnn..." At Hera's words he glances up, laughingly. "Is that so? Well, we all know that I am undecided in this contest - so convince me prettily, my lady." [Ariel]
Alphos's Provided Debate Questions:
1. <Name>, As Regent of Her HIghness, Caitrin ab Samael. What values
would you like to instill in her throughout your reign?
2. <Name>, Given the already tense political situation regarding the
regency, How would you ease the sour relations between the vassals and the
Crown?
3. Everday more and more loyal soldiers return from the front, suffering
from loss of limb and broken spirirt. What efforts will you take as regent
to make the transition back to a normal, peacefull life possible?
4. Cases of corruption among the Kingdom's guildleaders, and exploitation
of the peasantry by certain 'Robber Barons' have made for bitter relations
between the common folk and those who are sworn to protect them. As Regent,
How would you seek to remedy this matter and restore the people's faith in
social order?
5. What qualities do you find to be your greatest strength?
6. What about yourself do you find me be your greatest weakness?
7. What would the person that likes you the least on Urth say about you?
And Why?
Sebastian leans an arm across a cask of the rice wine, seeming determined to stay there and drink it dry. He again tries to catch the attention of Maxwell Wattkil, "Hey, brother!" His Lithmorran isn't very good, and he seems intent on making up for it with volume and enthusiasm, "Make this wine? Is best here!"
Haidar Abn'Zahi raises his flask to Maxwell Wattkil perhaps trying to garner the man's attention before storm-laden eyes focus once more upon the stage.
Completing the dance on time, a towering, muscular young man bows politely to kirayan and returns her greeting with, "You are welcome, M'Lady ab Valareaux" before stepping out of the way. As the dancing perhaps begins to die down with the preparation for the debate, he steps off of the floor and finds himself a seat. [a towering, muscular young man]
[Action: a towering, muscular young man sits in a seat watching the debates.]
"I did speak with him about the debate." Kiana ab Beaufort admits with a smile to Hera "But I trust in his ability to be fair." she murmurs softly "But I do concur, Lord le Orban is probably the better moderator." she chuckles "If you'd let it be known it was to be an issue i'm sure something could have been arranged Lady ab Chevalier. I hardly want this debate tainted by any accusations that the moderator favored myself or any other candidate." [Kiana ab Beaufort]
Samantha ab Vortina arches a brow as she looks to Hera "What open loyalties doe the grand magnate have.. If anything i would say that this is not fair given lord le orban having known you longer than any of the other competitors." she mentiones idly "and the fact that he was a past bard while apparently the troubadours support you lady ab chevalier."
[Action: Hera is standing on the stage, looking to be at her ease.]
A lad with deep amber eyes and waist-length hair rolls his shoulders back, the first real movement from him for most of the event. He grimaces briefly as a few bones crack, but soon, he's loose and ready for more sentinel duty. His amber gaze flits over the crowd to the crates of wine and there's an expression of brief earnest, but he shakes his head a moment later and continues to watch the square.
Maxwell Wattkil sort of nods to Haidar Abn'Zahi, with a tad of a grin that way, though his attention shifts to Sebastian as he advances towards the knightly sort. "Yeh- Rice. Warm, pleasant, yeah?"
Samantha ab Vortina shrugs a bit "But i see it merely as a more challenging hurdle to overcome so I think we should just let this debate commence.
Johannes op Eremitan takes a long swig of the rice wine and a bite of the loaf before slipping up north toward the Cathedral.
With word the debate is about to start, kya moves towards the stage with Hera, Kiana ab Beaufort and Samantha ab Vortina, a pleasant smile on her lips. The lady stays quiet for now, waiting for instructions as to how the event is to proceed. [Kiyarin ab Valareaux]
Johannes op Eremitan leaves north
"Well, I'm sure he'll be fair!" Beth insists to Samantha ab Vortina, drawing up her mouth. "And it's not like he's deciding anyone's minds for them."
[Action: Samantha ab Vortina is standing on the stage with the other nobles looking focused and determined during this all.]
Kaiden de Gorman moves to stand just infront of the stage at an angle so he can watch both the stage and crowd gathered, with his hands resting on his belt.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair inclines a formal curtsy before a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes, her cloak and form dipping to the ground after the strong flourish. She smiles lastly and inclines a nod at his gesture, moving back over towards their seating arrangements. Finally the debate was to begin, and this was keenly what she had been interested in rather than the wine.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes looks to the stage with a curious expression, from her vantage point, away from the main mass of humanity.
"My lady Vortina, I am insulted. Do you know, it's not wise to insult a man who is about to moderate your debate? But, because I am an eminently fair and open-minded man, I will pretend you have -not- just accused me of lying about my objective stance..." Inclining his head, Ariel glances among the four women as they take the stage. "Let's begin with a simple question, and indeed - since I am unbiased - you may even answer first, my lady Vortina. Why should -you- be regent above and beyond the candidates who oppose you?" [Ariel]
"I fully trust in the Lord le Orban's ability to moderate justly, and I doubt there will be any 'hurdles' to overcome My Ladies...." Haidar Abn'Zahi clarifies from his corner of the square, a quick bow of his head given to Ariel as the man draws the entrants to the stage, "Perhaps someone shop offer a prayer over this occasion before commencing?" [Haidar Abn'Zahi]
[Action: a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes is seated on the pavilion, watching the debate.]
"Is great! Have time, tell about how make?" Sebastian presses a big hand to his ample chest, "Also make drink! Much enjoy your rice wine." He thunks the cask enthusiastically, "How much can have?"
[Action: a wiry young woman with grey eyes is standing around the perimeter of the square, watching the stage.]
Hera 's eyes sparkle with excitement that the debate seems about to be begin, especially with the cat thrown amongst the pigeons about the Grand Magnate's loyalties. Her hands fold together as she awaits her turn, watching the others with clear interest.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair inclines a head towards a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur. "I agree, we should have a prayer to start things off, especially as it seems as though things may already begin to slip into a negative connotation," a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair speaks fairly aloud.
Kiana ab Beaufort appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Kiana ab Beaufort brushes gloved hands idly over her skirt as Ariel asks the question of Samantha ab Vortina, her attention upon the woman as she prepares her answer
Samantha ab Vortina looks to Ariel and it is obvious she is neither withdrawing her comment or regretting it "Why i should be Regent you say? Why that is a very good question. However perhaps we should have a prayer since so many seem intent on it?"
Kiyarin ab Valareaux chuckles softly, seeming relaxed and at ease, as the debate begins, the quips being thrown around. But, she listens quietly as the question is posed by Ariel, her eyes turning towards Samantha ab Vortina as she waits to hear her response.
Action set to:
Ariel is sitting in a chair on stage, ostensibly moderating the debate.
"Very well, then; let's have a prayer! My lord Earl Marshall, will you do us the honors, as the requester?" Ariel asks of Haidar Abn'Zahi, turning a light grin his way; his eyes sparkle, the one openly seen and the other concealed beneath his plain, sable mask. "A few brief words to start us off." [Ariel]
"Let us bow our heads." Haidar Abn'Zahi intones before chalicing himself, "Lord, let your wisdom guide these people as they speak on the behalf of their Kingdom, their people, and their hearts. Let honesty and truth prevail, as is the way of the right and just. We ask these thing in your name." [Haidar Abn'Zahi]
Samantha ab Vortina dips her head as she join in
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair whispers quietly under her breath, "Lord be with us today," while forming a light chalice and nodding intently.
Hera 's hand once more comes to rest over her heart as she readies herself for prayer. When Haidar Abn'Zahi speaks up, her eyes lower respectfully throughout the prayer, and she chalices herself at the conclusion.
Kiana ab Beaufort nods inclining her head softly into a position of prayer as Ariel calls upon the Haidar Abn'Zahi to perform the prayer and the man begins, finally raising her head when the prayer is completed, chalicing herself softly, whispering quietly "Lord strengthen and guide us." before resting her hands against her side, demurely waiting for Samantha ab Vortina's answer to the question stated earlier by Ariel
Kaiden de Gorman bows his head and makes the chalice over himself as Haidar Abn'Zahi prays and finishes.
Chalicing himself at the conclusion of the prayer, Ariel follows up the gesture with a deep gulp of brandy: evidently his personal holy sacrament at the moment. "Excellent well, my lord. Now, my Lady Vortina?" [Ariel]
A wiry young woman with grey eyes bows her head, listening to the prayer, and then smoothly chalices herself and looks back up towards the group of nobles at the stage with a curious expression.
Maxwell Wattkil bows his head,with a soft sigh of breath as he pauses en-route to Haidar Abn'Zahi. Well, he doesn't quite pause, but he slows his way through the crowd.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux bows her head as a massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur starts to say a prayer, the lady clasping her hands before her chest, as she listens quietly. When the prayer is done, Kiyarin ab Valareaux murmurs a soft little prayer of her own, before she looks back up at the crowd, "Lord be with us."
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes bows his head and closes his eyes when the words are spoken, making the Sign of the Chalice once the prayer has been concluded. "Lord bless us on this day, for we are fortunate to have been bestowed the merriness that has been laid out before us." he whispers solemnly.
Martine op Fournier arrives from the east
Martine op Fournier slows to a halt.
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera seems a touch more stately in her bearing after the prayer, the ritual of it seeming to have helped her to focus and throw off the fun and frivolity of the festival itself. Still, she smiles, directing her gaze out at the square.
A chattering passerby replies to a bit of gossip, "Oh Good Lord! Did you see that lady in Bluebirds just now? A plump, blond-haired teenage woman, wearing blue and lilac? She had her hair down! How completely scandalous! No good lady in their right mind would be seen in public with their hair down. Only women of the night do such unspeakable things. I do hope she's not one of those noble ladies here for the council. ". [Rumor #16]
Haidar Abn'Zahi remains silent after the prayer, settling back against a large, ash-gray destrier dappled with darker spots as he awaits the questions to be posed, and their respective answers.
Sebastian holds his own personal debate between two large glasses of wine. No word on who is winning yet, but it's probably -joy- by a wide margin.
"...So," Maxwell Wattkil offers to Haidar Abn'Zahi, taking a brief second to bounceh is brows. "...Here- Are you going to be debating? I brought something for each debater." [Maxwell Wattkil]
Haidar Abn'Zahi shakes his head slowly as Maxwell Wattkil speaks to him, "I run an Army my friend, that is enough politics for me. The candiates are currently on the stage."
Beronica Destral keeps her eye trained upon the stage after the prayer as she awaits to hear Samantha ab Vortina's response.
Samantha ab Vortina raises her head as soon as the prayer is done and looks back to Ariel "Back to the debate now. Why I should be regent above the others is not a question i feel comfortable answering. Each candidate has good reasons to be regent that i can not deny. However what i feel places me above my competitors is that fact i intend to be a speaker for the people. The gentry and freeman make up more of lithmore than the nobles do. As such they should have more say in how -their- kingdom is ran. And given that most of the competitors only arrived in lithmore as soon as the baronial council was called i doubt how much they know about the people they truly wish to represent. I have spent the last year in lithmore and have come to know the people here quite well.. However lady ab Chevalier also knows these people better than I and i feel she is my only real competitor in this matter.." However she takes a breath as she lets her response waft to those listening
"Right. Suppose anyone would mind if I gave each of them a bottle of Vodka and a bottle of Rice Wine?" Maxwell Wattkil asks of Haidar Abn'Zahi. "..You need plenty of drinks if you're into politics." [Maxwell Wattkil]
"Interesting." Ariel's expression gives nothing away as to his reaction. "My Lady ab Beaufort, I've heard you position yourself as the candidate of the people. How would you answer the question, given Lady ab Vortina's response and your own... personal qualities?" [Ariel]
Sebastian could only be getting more familiar with this cask of fine rice wine if he was inside it, and it's effects are starting to show. Gesturing grandly with his glass and nearly spilling some wine, he asks rhetorically of those around him, "She supporting others, or self? Could no tell."
Martine op Fournier's head bobs with her click-clacked pace into the side of the crowd spilling into the crossroads. Sharp eyes zag a run over the collected populace, waving banners, and the pavilion itself while she slows, and finds herself a place to stand and observe proceedings.
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera makes a gesture of acknowledgement to Samantha ab Vortina as she is named as the only real competitor, although a light shake of her head follows as if she doesn't really agree with the point.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair "Interesting..." is what comes from a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair's lips as she looks upon the candidates on the stage, there isn't much of a hint as to what she may have been feeling at the first response but she does perk a brow at the following candidate, hoping the other answer my be a little more concrete.
A lad with deep amber eyes and waist-length hair pulls his hood up as the morning chill arrives. His head is turned away from the debate, instead eyeing the few who're arriving to observe.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux listens to the words that are being spoken, her eyes flicking towards Hera when her name is mentioned, but the lady lets no expression show on her face. She remains completely neutral in her stance for now.
[Action: Martine op Fournier watches the debates with crossed arms, eyes partially shaded by the angular tilt of hat.]
"I listen to the input of others." Kiana ab Beaufort states after a moment, evidently taken a little off balance by Ariel's redirection of the question to herself "Many of the prominent members of the gentry, as well as the freeman often feel as if they cannot approach members of the nobility about their problems. By being approachable, they are far more willing to talk to me." she smiles wryly and glances toward sma "Take the Grand Magnate for example." she murmurs softly "He is undoubtably one of the most important members of the gentry inside of the city-yet, due to.... concerns he had about another canditate's ah... impartiality towards him and his own guild would be concerned. He came to me and expressed them." she pauses, sea-green eyes coming to rest upon Samantha ab Vortina "In fact, I believe he was extremely concerned about your enmity with him. Lady ab Vortina." she murmurs to the woman [Kiana ab Beaufort]
Arynon von Eclen rides in from the east
A sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf has arrived.
A sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf has arrived.
A weathered looking warrior has arrived.
Arynon von Eclen slows to a halt.
"I'm sure the Grand Magnate -did- come to you, Lady ab Beaufort... leaving that question aside for the moment, Lady ab Valareaux? What is it you feel you have to offer - why should you be the regent?" Ariel turns his benign half-smile Kiyarin ab Valareaux's way. [Ariel]
Sebastian lets out a burst of incredibly loud, inappropriate laughter at Ariel's words, making no effort to conceal his mirth.
Arynon von Eclen arrives atop a well-muscled brown destrier of average height, a weathered looking warrior following close behind, and a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf and a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf flanking either side of the horse, stopping as he listens to the debate.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A wiry young woman with grey eyes smirks faintly to herself, and cocks her head, looking to the next candidate on the platform.
[Action: Arynon von Eclen is seated atop a well-muscled brown destrier of average height with a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf and a sleek, vicious-looking, black-furred wolf sitting nearby as a weathered looking warrior watches the crowd.]
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera waits patiently for her turn, eyes scanning the crowd, smiling pleasantly throughout.
Arches her brow minutely as she hears Kiana ab Beaufort but apparently does not seem to care enough to make a comment on the woman's statement since it is obvious everyone knows that Samantha ab Vortina and alphos has a certain dispute. Instead her eyes drift to Kiyarin ab Valareaux awaiting a response [Samantha ab Vortina]
Beronica Destral appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Beronica Destral sighs and shakes her head at Samantha ab Vortina's answer before listening to kia's.
Swishes his silvery mane against his dappled rump, a male dappled grey destrier next holds it up vertically, clenching his rump muscles and depositing a big pile of horse turd over by the stabling areas where he's tied up. [a male dappled grey destrier]
Haidar Abn'Zahi leaves east
A large, ash-gray destrier dappled with darker spots leaves east.
A massive lothos Ovcharka with dark brown and silverish fur approaches Arynon von Eclen's wolves seeming to consider the animals for a second before heading back to his small patch of land
Martine op Fournier chews the inside of a cheek, flicking her gaze from speaker to speaker. Her jaw untightens, however, for Hera, as that lady's eyes trail over her corner of the crowd. A short, tight smile delivers, paired with a subtle nod.
Arynon von Eclen appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Arynon von Eclen does something under his cloak that isn't seen by any paying any attention to him.
Hera appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
Hera 's eye catches Martine op Fournier's for the split of a moment, giving her a soft nod and a curved smile in return before her eyes shift towards the lady that has been asked to speak.
Kaiden de Gorman continues to stand near the front of the stage, eyes focused on the canidates with an occasionaly glance over the crowd.
Beth leaves east
A floppy-eared brown dog with a curl of a tail leaves east.
Kiyarin ab Valareaux flicks her eyes towards Kiana ab Beaufort and Samantha ab Vortina for a moment, as the pair seem rather intent on simply downgrading the other, the lady looking perhaps a touch disappointed. As she is called upon, Kiyarin ab Valareaux turns a smile towards Ariel and nods her head politely, "Thank you, Lord le Orban. All of the ladies on the stage with me have fine qualities that they bring with them, and all of us, for different reasons, I believe, would be good regents. For myself, I am very new to Lithmore, and while others may see this as a disadvantage, I do not. There are ongoing problems within the city that need to be addressed, and a pair of fresh eyes is always an advantage in that situation. I have no bias, no ties to any particular faction, or group of people, test respect all in the same fashion. Each person, each Barony, each County... Every farmer, merchants, soldier and courtier has a quality that offers something unique and wonderful to this city. I intend to harness those talents, bring the people together to aid each other where they can. It has long since been a tradition in Eastgale that we open up the doors to my family manor once a month, an open invite for all to attend, and bring forth news, pleas for aid, ideas and projects that would improve the city. At these gatherings, we listen to everyone that takes their time to come, and then spend the next month working on fixing whatever issues are drawn to our attention, giving each and every person within Eastgale a job, a purpose... Our levels of unemployment are next to none, our crime rate is low, our people work together for the good of all, and I believe that is something that would benefit the Kingdom, as a whole."
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes leans back in his seat on the pavilion, resting an arm over his tunic with half-full wineglass in one hand and the other resting upon it to cradle his chin under a finger, giving each of the candidates a scrutinizing look as they give their statements.
Marisa rides in from the east
A stocky, sandy-haired bodyguard with a square jaw has arrived.
A petite young woman with strawberry blonde ringlets has arrived.
A tall, slender manservant with light brown hair has arrived.
A lithe male knight with wavy blond hair has arrived.
Marisa slows to a halt.
A wiry, hazel-eyed man appears to be attempting to avoid notice.
A wiry, hazel-eyed man quietly adjusts himself at his seat, listening to the candidates curiously, head swiveling from one to the other
[Action: Sebastian appears to be very close to embracing a cask of rice wine as he watches the debate.]
Lloyd le Tarrow rides in from the east
Lloyd le Tarrow veers to the east.
Lloyd le Tarrow rides east, sagged over his mount's neck and blood dripping from him as he rides.
"I see, my lady ab Valareaux; also a champion of the people," Ariel tells Kiyarin ab Valareaux, in even tones that again give no hint as to his feelings about the woman's responses. "Well, then. My lady ab Chevalier, it falls to you to finish up this question: what, then, makes you the best candidate for the regency?" [Ariel]
Arynon von Eclen turns and smiles as he notices Marisa's entrance into the square, offering her a bow of the head, then returning his attention to the debate at hand.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair carefully mounts A mighty black-midnight steed with a long silver mane.
Kaiden de Gorman turns towards the man that rode threw the crowd with blood dripping from him, a question look cross his features as he looks towards the direction he left and then back to the Nobles at hand.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair quickly rises to her feet as an odd occurrence seemed to catch her attention, she bites her lip and carefully tugs along her cloak, and readying her blade to bare. " Give me a moment...to see what that was all about," a comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair addresses a Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes, casually offering a person wearing a worn and patched cloak, displaying the Scales of Justice a glance as well before mounted her steed and began to ride off to the east.
Samantha ab Vortina considers Kiyarin ab Valareaux's response softly as she hears this and nods softly though to herself she gently says "It seems that Lothos and Eastgale are not very different in the long run." she says softly enough that only those on the stage would likely hear it
Marisa raises an eyebrow slightly to find Ariel up on the stage moderating, though accented with a small smile. She dismounts and passes off the reins to a tall, slender manservant with light brown hair to get the horse out of the way and moves up to settle in and watch.
A comely grey-eyed vixen with long-silk sable hair rides east
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes hops to his feet after seeing the scene and noddles his head quickly, "I'll be back promptly," he says, moving toward the Crossroads with a hasty step. a large brown chicken with custom-made, chainmail bodice appears to be insistent on following him at his heels, almost getting a kick after every few steps.
Sebastian spots Marisa approaching and waves both arms at her cheerily, "My Lady! I find good wine. Want good wine?" He thunks the cask next to him affectionately, beckoning the woman over, "Your lord husband is best... uh... uh... argue manage person! He manage best argue."
A Vandagan male with black hair and green eyes leaves east taking graceful strides as he walks.
A large brown chicken with custom-made, chainmail bodice leaves east.
Hera speaks up, and she moves about the stage as she speaks, "Lord Orban, if I may... we're sure that Lady Beaufort and Vortina are not here to be elected mayor of Lithmore? I dare say that that is as far as their goals seem to spread- I'd be more than happy to support either. We're sure? Alright..." Smiling, she leans back again to address the question. "To be regent is to be one thing primarily above all else. It is to see to the protection, the education and well being of our Queen Caitrin ab Samael. All else fades before that. As regent, I intend to trust in the respected Lords and Ladies of the state. The Earl Marshall and the Justiciar on matters of security and military, the Matriarch on spiritual concerns. The good lady just arriving on matters mercantile," she adds, directing a hand at Marisa as she arrives. "I will trust the people around me, while I focus on my niece's well being, on ensuring that the great lords and ladies work well together for the betterment of our kingdom, and on the court."
"I would love some good wine," Marisa answers to Sebastian with a light smile. "And he ees rather a natural, mm?"
Sebastian fetches a glass and fills it for Marisa, blinking heavy brows at the cask as he does so, "He very good say two thing with one thing." Swaying a little on his feet, he continues, "Lady, have much important ask. No approve servant drink much?" Gee, now why would he be worried about that?
Samantha ab Vortina turns to look at Hera and she seems to be nearly speechless but not in an offended way but in a shocked manner but alas she shakes her head sadly and looks back to Ariel "If i may have the floor for a second lord le orban.. I wish to counter that statement. Afterall this is a debate, not an interview."
"A very different answer, my lady ab Chevalier." Inscrutable as ever, Ariel punctuates his response with yet another mouthful of brandy. "Yet I do believe it's fair to say that our regent must not only be the steward of our Princess, but the steward of Lithmore itself. Given that position, many difficult decisions will present themselves. You are correct this is a debate, my lady ab Vortina, and I had intended to introduce a different question to truly begin discussion... but if you feel moved to reply, then very well - reply." [Ariel]