Author: ale six
Title: The Meeting of the Allanaki Senate in the Year 28 of the 21st Age
Date: 2008-12-23 01:48:04
Type: Logs
Synopsis: The following is a log of the meeting of the Allanaki Senate in the 28th Year of the 21st Age, as seen through the eyes and ears of Lady Ceylara Borsail. The meeting took place shortly after the Copper War. As is usual for Senate meetings, the Senators of each House debate issues on the floor, while lower ranking nobility, their servants, and members of the merchant houses observe from the balcony above.

Cast of Major Characters on the balcony:
the short, scar-eyed templar - Great Lord Templar Malenthis Jal, the Red
the warbraided, smoke-eyed man - Warlord Kharad Tor
the slight, silver-crowned woman - Lady Ceylara Borsail (her perspective)
the svelte, ivory-skinned - Lord Sahale Borsail
the plump, prismatic-haired woman - Lady Lapitia Fale
the lofty, hazel-skinned man - Advisor Diarev Salarr
the thick, curly-haired man - Overseer Sharlo Kadius
the willowy, onyx-haired teen - Merchant Dueden Kadius
the stocky, clean-shaven man - Agent Rokov Kurac
the chubby, brown-haired man  - Agent Brethel Kurac

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A Wide, Lanturin Balustrade [ED]
   The recessed details of the fluted ceiling disappears within the confined
shadows of the darkness above while the effigy of a jade cross dominates
the obsidian floor below.  Its maw opened in a scowling snarl, a massive
obsidian dragon head glares out across the Senate chambers from the western
wall.  Directly beneath the dragon's head lies a stage made from crimson
grained lanturin wood.  Situated in the center of the stage is a sheer,
obsidian podium while behind it, directly beneath the dragon head, sit three
massive obsidian thrones.
   The balcony itself is formed from the same lanturin wood as the stage
below, each plank laid out with masterful care.  Twisting jade rails rise
upwards with authority from the edge of the balcony to form an august,
malachite balustrade.  Latifolous tables, one for each of the nine noble
Houses of Allanak, sit interspersed across the balcony.  Formed from ebon
stained baobab, they have been draped with silks dyed to match the various
colors of each House.
The aquiline, blond man stands sentry here, his blue eyes watchful.
The stocky, clean-shaven man is sitting on a carved cylini bench.
The slender, raven-haired lass is standing here.
The feminine, smooth-featured man stands watchfully here.
The sinuous, wyvern-branded female is sitting on a carved cylini bench.
The svelte, ivory-skinned man is sitting at an elegant, baobab table.
The tall figure in a dusty grey, wyvern-adorned hooded aba is standing here.
The balding, sun-scarred man stands here, watching attentively.
The lofty, hazel-skinned man is sitting on a carved cylini bench.
The towering, black-skinned man stands here.
The willowy, onyx-haired teen is standing here.
The pallid, serpentine inked man is standing here.
The thick, curly-haired man is sitting on a carved cylini bench.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
The short, scar-eyed templar is standing here.
The bald, eye-scarred half-giant is standing here.
The very short and thick figure in a scorpion-emblazoned, smoky-grey cloak is standing here.
The warbraided, smoke-eyed man is standing here.
The tall and thick figure in a scorpion-emblazoned, smoky-grey cloak is standing here.
The obese, bald man is sitting on a carved cylini bench.
The lissome, kohl-eyelined man is standing here.
The plump, prismatic-haired woman is standing here.
The short, barrel-chested dwarf stands here, scowling faintly.
The chubby, brown-haired man is standing here.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman sends the lissome, kohl-eyelined man a fond smile as she moves between the rows of tables and finally settles at one.

Settling silently by the stocky, clean-shaven man, the willowy, onyx-haired teen sits on a carved cylini bench.

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says, announcing to the floor:
     "The balcony is full, and the nobility has arrived to witness."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man draws out a chair for himself at a table draped in ruby red, black and silver silks.

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "You have Great Lord Jal's support, my Lady Senator. He had one other issue."

Down on the Senate floor, The silver-haired, one-eyed templar makes her way to a small table in the back.

The thick, curly-haired man sits hunched over with his forearms resting on his thighs, eyes skittishly darting about.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, softly:
     "Now, I must admit, I am excited."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "He says he's negotiated a deal with Kurac granting us fortifications in Ten Sarak, and two million sid over twelve years instead of the five hundred thousand at once."

Down on the Senate floor, Working with the stunted, silver-haired old man, the austere narrow-eyed woman unfurls a number of parchments and scrolls.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female glances down the length of her bench, nodding cordially to the lofty, hazel-skinned man.

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "He asked that you take this in consideration, and vote favorably for them."

A foreign presence contacts your mind.

Tipping a light nod back, smiling, the lofty, hazel-skinned man looks at the sinuous, wyvern-branded female.

At your table, you say in sirihish, quietly:
     "It's just amazing."

Down on the Senate floor, Retaining a stiff posture, the thin, silky black-haired man taps a foot as he watches the short, bearded man.

At your table, you say in sirihish, to the svelte, ivory-skinned man, staring down at the floor in wistful awe:
     "I'd give anything to be down there."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, softly, to you:
     "Yes, you are so quiet, you must just be amazed."

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man sets a large sheaf of paper on the podium before him, bowing respectfully to the silver-haired, one-eyed templar.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, offering a smile to you:
     "You will be, someday."

The austere narrow-eyed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "I do not believe that is on the agenda this meet.  But yes, we will ally ourself with the Lord Templar of the Red after this, should everything work as planned - so long as the agreement does not harm Borsail."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Yes, my Lady. If there's any other aid I can give, please let me know."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in sirihish:
     "This is exciting"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish, quietly to the obese, bald man:
     "To.. say the least, good Sadyr."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in sirihish:
     "considering I was selling earrings a few days ago, this seems like some sort of vaunted dream"


The plump, prismatic-haired woman curls her fingers toward the lissome, kohl-eyelined man, beckoning him closer.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man clears his throat, looking out across the Senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "My Lords and Ladies, Lady and Lord Templars, the emergency Senate Meet held on this day of Ocandra, the 166th day of the Low Sun, In the Year of Dragon's Agitation, year 28 of the 21st Age is now open."

Down from here is an Obsidian-Tiled Debate Floor.
[Near]
The silver-haired, one-eyed templar is standing here.
A bristling-bearded, jutnosed man sits at a table at the back.
The wisp-thin, narrow-nosed man sits at a table at the back.
The point-nosed, fine-boned man sits at a table at the back.
The austere narrow-eyed woman is standing here.
The slender, fair-haired woman sits at a table in the back.
The silvery-haired, wiry man sits at a table.
The stunted, silver-haired old man is standing here.
The grim, hawk-eyed man rests a hand on a weapon's pommel as he stands here.
The thin, silky black-haired man is standing here.
The tall, rakish man is here.
A thin, jet-haired page fidgets in his seat near the back.
The angular red-haired man stands here.
A slim, blond-haired scribe sits writing quickly.
The imposing, ivory-haired man stands, hands clasped behind his back.
The balding, pot-bellied man is here.
The angular, jet-haired templar is standing here.
The short, bearded man stands behind a small podium.
The elderly, big-boned woman is standing here
A slight woman, hair the color of fire, watches from her table.
The sleek, fine-boned man sits at a table here.
A lop-jawed, black-haired woman sits listening at her table.
A short, brown-bearded man stands quietly here.
A white-haired matron sits listening, hands folded before her.
A chunky-faced, brazen-haired page stands waiting near the back of the chamber.
A lean, long-haired scribe sits taking notes.
A small, elderly woman sits quietly knitting at her table.
A small, red-haired page moves quietly about the chamber.
A lanky, hard-faced guard waits near a doorway.
The pensive, small-statured man stands with rigid posture, holding parchments.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, to you:
     "Cousin Halrum couldn't attend?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Apparently not."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding:
     "Unfortunate."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish, in a low murmur:
     "Very few common men have this sort of-- that's the House Tor Senator, I believe.."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in sirihish:
     "What is the emergency anyway?"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish, quietly:
     "Speak cavilish good Sadyr.. I do believe, it all ties in with the war."

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man makes another step towards the plump, prismatic-haired woman, hands remaining within his pockets.

Rising gracefully from his bench, the lofty, hazel-skinned man stands up from a carved cylini bench, and, walking at a quiet stroll, approaches the bench where the stocky, clean-shaven man sits.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman whispers something to the lissome, kohl-eyelined man.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in sirihish, quietly:
     "Too bad we didn't get that collar off beforehand."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish, to the stocky, clean-shaven man:
     "Not much we can do about it now."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "Guess not."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Can you understand the Kuraci?"

The slight, silver-crowned woman nods at the svelte, ivory-skinned man lightly.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man sends you a telepathic message:
     "So can I. They think themselves away from our ears."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man chuckles, his gaze falling to the amphitheater below.

Turning away from the crowded bench, the lofty, hazel-skinned man sits on a carved cylini bench, and returns to his old seat.

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man dips a silent nod to the plump, prismatic-haired woman, his gaze wandering westwards for a moment.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, his voice booming out across the floor:
     "As always, if you wish to speak to a proposal please have your scribes contact me and I shall announce you."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "So sir, do they not allow a member of each great house onto the senate floor? Perhaps you yourself may one day be down there"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish:
     "I can't seem to find our House's patriarch.. Solken Kadius.. down yonder.."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish:
     "Ahhh there he is.. sitting in the back.."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "I am glad that Kadius is represented and sitting proudly where it should be"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish:
     "As are all the Great Houses, rightfully so."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "The first issue: Whether or not to levy a half-MILLION 'sid fine against House Kurac for their involuntary assistance to the Tulukis during the war. Proposed by Lady Templar Maewon Borsail."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, keeping his voice a low wheezy breath:
     "He has been informed."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, rubbing his jawline:
     "Good. Now we simply need to get the rest of the Senators aboard."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, " Lady Templar Maewon, the floor is now yours."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, calmly, looking over towards you:
     "Where is Borsail's representation? Can you see it?"

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man inclines his head deeply to the silver-haired, one-eyed templar.

The chubby, brown-haired man grimaces, glancing to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

The bald, eye-scarred half-giant blinks, looking from the floor to the short, scar-eyed templar and back again, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Down on the Senate floor, The silver-haired, one-eyed templar clears her throat, standing up from her seat, quickly moving to the podium.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "This really is an awe inspiring sight."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Perhaps the very highlight of my bleak existance thusfar, in fact it is."

The thick, curly-haired man lifts a finger to his lips and gazes down with rapt attention.

At your table, you say in sirihish, quietly:
     "Lady Cyriaca is down there standing... beside Lord Vedelarin, I think, and..."

Down on the Senate floor, The wisp-thin, narrow-nosed man swallows, looking uncomfortable as he gazes in the direction of the silver-haired, one-eyed templar.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding:
     "Ah, there, now I see them."

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "Senators of Allanak!  I will be brief.."

Down on the Senate floor, The slender, fair-haired woman closes her eyes briefly before focusing on the silver-haired, one-eyed templar.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "Lady Senator Khymera Rennik has always supported military expansion."

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "During the Red Desert War, it was discovered that Tulukis forces were being resupplied by sending their caravans around, and through, Luir's Outpost."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man's focus shifts attentively to the senate floor.

The austere narrow-eyed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "Curious, dear.  Have you any thoughts on this issue?"

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "I think Kurac would have been quite willing to buy our vote off, my Lady. They may still be."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "But then... voting against a resolution like that in the face of the Great Lady herself... we'd need a few very good reasons to defend them."

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "We understand that they never lent the Tulukis direct support.."

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen glances tensely at the stocky, clean-shaven man and the chubby, brown-haired man to either side of her.

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "We also understand that House Kurac could never stand up to the forces of Tuluk should Tuluk attempt to strong-arm them into complying."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "Well, that works in our favor. The Kuraci also offered to grant us information on the Tulukis and give quiet aid, though...I'm not certain how much we can trust that."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "The important parts are the extra income to the city, as well as the free supplies."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "I quite agree, though I am not familiar enough with any of the other Senators to contact them directly during a session."

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "Nevertheless, they aided the enemy, even if unintentionally. Due to their inability to stop it, or control it, the templarate does -not- consider their actions treason."

Down on the Senate floor, The slender, fair-haired woman sits a little forward on her seat, fingers wringing together.

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "We do however consider their actions reckless and deterimental to the well-being of the city-state of Allanak, and propose the half-million coin fine as punishment."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish, to the chubby, brown-haired man, quietly:
     "When did wagons -ever- get through Luir's?"

The chubby, brown-haired man looks to the stocky, clean-shaven man and shakes his head.

In the amphitheater below, the silver-haired, one-eyed woman says:
     "With the understanding, they are not traitors."

Down on the Senate floor, The silver-haired, one-eyed templar nods her head once, stepping away from the podium.

The austere narrow-eyed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "See if you can get them to agree to return any escaped slave with our markings without complaint."

The austere narrow-eyed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "And the promise of a new, ten year slave purchasing agreement."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Understood, my Lady."

Her gaze lifting from the senate floor momentarily, the plump, prismatic-haired woman looks up at the half-giant soldier, with obvious surprise.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Half a million coins, I cannot comprehend so much."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, frowning slightly:
     "Is there an Oashi up here?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, with a brief glance around:
     "I see none."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, thoughtfully:
     "Mmm. I see none, though I do see a Fale..."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "What's her name over there?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, hoarsely:
     "Lapitia."

You send a telepathic message to the chubby, brown-haired man:
     "Brethel. Ten years of exclusive slave purchases from my House, and any slaves with our markings found in Luir's returned to us, and I can get you our Senate vote."

You send a telepathic message to the chubby, brown-haired man:
     "I suggest you act quickly before they're finished speaking."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lord Senator Purod Fale, the floor is now yours."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man clears his throat.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman sits up in her chair, her face flushing with rising colour.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man clears his throat a few more times, putting down a wineglass on his table as he swaggers to the podium.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, chuckling:
     "He is staying in character for the Fale, it seems."

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen purses her lips faintly, watching the floor intently.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, softly:
     "Perhaps he already is opposing."

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "My fellow beautiful senators.."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man waves his hands around wildly as he speaks.

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man snorts quietly.

The ghostly, smoke-tressed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "Good luck with your proposal child."

The slight, silver-crowned woman scowls suddenly.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man sends you a telepathic message:
     "What is the matter?"

The slight, silver-crowned woman shakes her head minutely.

You think:
     "Blasted witch Felysia. Not going to even respond."

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "Can you blame Kurac for being the poor, poor victims of bullying at the hands of Tuluk?!"

Down on the Senate floor, The morose, white-haired matron flushes slightly as the silvery-haired, wiry man speaks.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman leans over and whispers quietly to the stunted, silver-haired old man with a roll of her eyes.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man grins quietly to himself.

Down on the Senate floor, The slender, fair-haired woman focuses all her attention on the silvery-haired, wiry man, hands clasped tightly in her lap.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "Really.... poor, little House Kurac!  They couldn't stop such mighty enemy as the Tuluki army."

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "House Fale thinks that Kurac had no choice in the matter.. and really.."

You send a telepathic message to the chubby, brown-haired man:
     "Are you passing that on, Brethel?"

Down on the Senate floor, The wisp-thin, narrow-nosed man casts a nervous glance at the slender, fair-haired woman.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man clears his throat a few more times, wiping at his nose.

The stocky, clean-shaven man sighs, cupping his chin with a palm.

The willowy, onyx-haired teen whispers something to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female leans forward on her bench, elbows resting on her knees as she peers intently at the speaker below.

The ghostly, smoke-tressed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "I wonder if Malenthis will flee the balcony like he's fled everything else?"

You feel like finding the ghostly, smoke-tressed woman and throwing her off the balcony.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman lets out an audible sigh, her chest rising and falling as she settles back in her chair.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "I suggest that the Tuluki supply lines never even went -through- Luir's Outpost.. they went -around- it!"

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "Kurac has no control or say-so over that!"

The svelte, ivory-skinned man clasps his hands to his center, chuckling as he looks down on the amphitheater floor.

You send a telepathic message to the stocky, clean-shaven man:
     "Rokov, I told you cousin this as well. Ten years exclusive slave purchases from my family, and any slaves with our markings found in Luir's returned to us."

You send a telepathic message to the stocky, clean-shaven man:
     "Give us that and our speaker will vote for you."

Softly, the bald, eye-scarred half-giant asks the short, scar-eyed templar, in sirihish:
     "Uhm...Great Lord...kin I's ask ya sumpin'?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, gesturing towards the balcony:
     "Well...will your Senator speak?"

Distractedly, the short, scar-eyed templar asks the bald, eye-scarred half-giant, in sirihish:
     "Hmm? Yes, what is it?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "He has not responded to me, Lord Templar.  I cannot anticipate his actions.  Lord Dhon is quite the independant thinker.  The best I could do was inform him."

The bald, eye-scarred half-giant whispers something to the short, scar-eyed templar.

Down on the Senate floor, The morose, white-haired matron looks at the wisp-thin, narrow-nosed man, her gaze penetrating and scornful.

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man glances down at the plump, prismatic-haired woman, rubbing a small brow with his thumb.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says, with a smug grin:
     "House Fale thinks levying such a fine is foolish, and irresponsible."

The stocky, clean-shaven man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Will pass it on to my Senior Agent, my Lady."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man swaggers back to his table, taking his seat, sipping a glass of wine.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman's magenta painted lips twitch ever so slightly.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, turning to give a bow to the thin, silky black-haired man:
     "Lord Senator Oash, the floor is now yours."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "Mm."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man crosses the floor with a quick, clipped stride, and stands before the podium.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man's face nearly imperceptibly darkens as he leans back in the chair, overlooking the Senate floor.

Down on the Senate floor, Tightlipped, the thin, silky black-haired man looks about the chamber.

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman shakes her head quietly.

At your table, you say in sirihish, with a faint grin:
     "I wonder if it's coincidence that the "Elite Guard Noble" and his cask-filling cousin aren't here."

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female smirks faintly.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, flashing a smile towards you:
     "Yes, I noticed no Oash representation up here, how unfortunate they are not taking up space at a table."

You think:
     "Idiots both, Oash was smart not to bring them to embarass themselves in front of everyone."

The obese, bald man looks down interested, pursing his lips gently.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Oash has had a long, beneficial history with Kurac.  The day is dark, indeed, when I must ignore that relationship today, in face of their actions."

The short, scar-eyed templar purses his lips.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man folds his arms over his chest as he watches the proceedings, his right foot soundlessly tapping under the table.

The bald, eye-scarred half-giant frowns a moment, pushing back to his feet slowly and resuming his scan over the balcony.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Kurac, as you all are well aware, are clever, sharp-witted people.  They would not let themselves succumb under Tuluk's grips easily.  Unless they were willing to.  Rememeber, they did have a choice in turning to us for aid..."

The chubby, brown-haired man whispers something to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

You overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man whisper to the chubby, brown-haired man, in cavilish:
     "Yeah, she told me too - informed Talia-di."

The stocky, clean-shaven man whispers something to the chubby, brown-haired man.

You overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man whisper to the chubby, brown-haired man, in cavilish:
     "But if I hadn't already screwed up once today, I'd probably take it."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says, shaking his head:
     "It's a pity they didn't.  We would not have to struggle with this issue today.  But their actions speaks for themselves.  They allowed Tuluk to take advantage of them..."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman shoots a glance up to the witnesses above before turning back and speaking quietly with the stunted, silver-haired old man.

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "I informed both Agents up here, my Lady Scribe. They said they'd contact their Senior. Nothing back yet."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "This fine is a hefty price to pay, indeed, but I believe it will do to cancel out their errors."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man steps from the podium and returns to stand by his table.

The chubby, brown-haired man whispers something to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

The stocky, clean-shaven man whispers something to the chubby, brown-haired man.

You think:
     "All that whispering back and forth... looks like they're at least considering."

Sitting primly on the bench with the stocky, clean-shaven man and the chubby, brown-haired man, the willowy, onyx-haired teen gives them a sidelong glance, then returns her intent focus to the floor.

You overhear the chubby, brown-haired man whisper to the stocky, clean-shaven man, frowning, in cavilish:
     "I cannot even find Talia-di's mind."

You think:
     "Then again, that doesn't sound so good."

The thick, curly-haired man scrunches his brow, eyes shifting back and forth as he sits silent and pensive.

Down on the Senate floor, A lop-jawed, black-haired woman glances around the room, scanning the faces of each senator in turn.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man looks across the room, giving a brief nod of his head.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "I'm speaking with him now.  How would it be done, Lord Templar?  Ammend the current proposal, or vote it down and broker the deal separately?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, " The matter of fining Kurac a half million sid will now be put to the vote."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, gazing over the balcony:
     "I would ammend. It doesn't matter, however it gets done..."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, " House Borsail, how say you?"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "Well there's that."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man leans forward with interest.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "They'd likely be more willing to pay out if this doesn't go through."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Still nothing, Lady Scribe."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman glances to the witnesses with a smirk and then turns to the front.

The chubby, brown-haired man whispers something to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female peers intently at the ongoings below.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "House Borsail votes yes.  Fine them."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "We gave them a chance, did we not?"

The slight, silver-crowned woman lifts her shoulders in a shrug toward the stocky, clean-shaven man and the chubby, brown-haired man.

The lofty, hazel-skinned man sits forward in his seat, looking intently past the twisted jade balcony-rail.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "I think the fine is the right course of action personally"

The willowy, onyx-haired teen sucks in a breath, watching the floor.

The thick, curly-haired man stares at the obese, bald man.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Valika, how say you?"

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man clears his throat.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Oh hmm, they asked last time, shall we do that again?"

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "House Valika votes yes.  Fine them."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Lady Ceylara. That was most certainly -not- the vote I was looking for. Could you explain?"

You send a telepathic message to the short, scar-eyed man:
     "I'm not in constant contact with her, Great Lord, but I did pass along your message - I thought the deal you had worked out would be a separate proposal?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Oash, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says, clearing his throat:
     "Oash concurs.  Fine them."

The thick, curly-haired man taps his forehead and nods encouragingly to the obese, bald man before looking back to the senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Fale, how say you?"

You feel happily surprised.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Fale ahead of Kasix? Did they drop the Kasix down a notch?"

The slight, silver-crowned woman grins.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, in a calm tone:
     "As it should be."

The stocky, clean-shaven man bites down on his lower lip, sitting calmly.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, clasping his hands together:
     "They're in trouble, hm."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man uncrosses, then refolds his arms over his chest.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "House Fale votes against it, we shouldn't fine them."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Kasix, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "Kasix votes fine them."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "How will this affect Kurac?"

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man sends a brief glance in the willowy, onyx-haired teen's direction.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Rennik, how say you?"

Down on the Senate floor, The slight, fiery-haired woman shifts her eyes around the room.

In the amphitheater below, the slight, fiery-haired woman says:
     "Fine them."

The lofty, hazel-skinned man shakes his head slowly, hitting at his low-set forehead with a lace-gloved hand.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Tor, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, brown-bearded man says:
     "House Tor votes against the motion."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Oh my, that is a shame, one does not like to see misfortune on anyone."

The willowy, onyx-haired teen lets out a long, low sigh, lips pursed into a tight line.

Down on the Senate floor, A lop-jawed, black-haired woman counts quickly on her fingers and blanches.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Jal, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the morose, white-haired matron says:
     "Who are we to stand against popular opinion. Fine them."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "I  must say I'm...highly...dissapointed."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "I spent a month in terse negotiations with House Kurac, and your House doesn't even -mention- my proposal?"

The short, scar-eyed templar shoots a dark glance towards you, his lone eye narrowing.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man looks at the stocky, clean-shaven man, with a short sidelong glance.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Wonderfully honest."

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen grinds her teeth.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish, simply:
     "Well there's that."

Silently, the willowy, onyx-haired teen reaches out and squeezes the stocky, clean-shaven man's shoulder.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man looks over towards the short, scar-eyed templar for a moment curiously, then back to the Senate floor.

You send a telepathic message to the short, scar-eyed man:
     "I passed along exactly what you said to her and nothing else, my Lord. You said a favorable vote, not to propose it... please excuse me, I'll ask our speaker for clarification."

The slight, silver-crowned woman frowns and furrows her brow, staring down at the table.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Sath, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, a lop-jawed, black-haired woman says:
     "Fine them fine them.. yes."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "How, exactly, is something supposed to get a favorable vote, IF IT ISN"T  PROPOSED."

The short, scar-eyed templar snarls to himself, pounding his fist onto an elegant, baobab table.

The slight, silver-crowned woman jumps in her seat.

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Now Great Lord Jal is angry with us for not proposing his amendment, Lady Scribe -- but he never requested we do so."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man shakes his head to himself.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "Moronic senators."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Kurac is hereby fined a half million sid for their involuntary assistance to the Tulukis in the war. The final count was fifteen in favor, three against. "

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "Fifteen to three? How does that math work?"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Have Kadius voted yet? Do Kadius receive a vote?"

The willowy, onyx-haired teen whispers something to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish:
     "We are merely there in token, good Sadyr.. merely in token.."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Better than not being there at all."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "A real missed opportunity."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "We shall see. The battle isn't over."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish:
     "Perhaps the terms of their payment can be manipulated to fall in line with your alternative."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, nodding, over to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "Yes, that may be far more favorable."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man sets a hand on your shoulder lightly, looking downward before removing it.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man rubs a hand through his short beard, turning the page of his large sheaf of papers.

Down on the Senate floor, The silver-haired, one-eyed templar glances at several scribes who furiously write on parchment scrolls.

The stocky, clean-shaven man glances back at the short, scar-eyed templar, with a blink.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman bends over her pile of parchment, shuffling through them with the stunted, silver-haired old man.

The austere narrow-eyed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "Proposing it?  I thought it was something unrelated.  Does that mean he no longer wishes our support for his legacy?"

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "I'll relay it back to him. I'm somewhat confused, my Lady."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish, to the stocky, clean-shaven man before shrugging:
     "Well...glad I didn't agree to Borsail...didn't make a difference anyway..."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Ah, as I thought, Kurac's only real interest in us was to move our vote, and they could probably care less now."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "It may have if we'd had an answer."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish, to the chubby, brown-haired man:
     "If she'd said something to us, we could have agreed, maybe the other Senators would have followed Borsail's lead the other way."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish:
     "Never know now."

Quietly, you whisper to the svelte, ivory-skinned man in sirihish:
     "The Lady Scribe told me to offer them a deal in exchange for our vote, but I got no reply."

You whisper to the svelte, ivory-skinned man in sirihish:
     "Seems like they didn't either."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man inclines his head towards you, expression thoughtful.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, to you, calmly:
     "In retrospect, maybe that is for the best, though."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Proposal Two: Whether or not to name Malenthis Jal a "Hero of Allanak", which means a statue would be made of him and a street named after him. Proposed by Lord Senator Jethan Oash."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lord Senator Oash, the floor is now yours."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man approaches the podium in clipped strides.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female permits herself a glance at the short, scar-eyed templar.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man nods a few times, then flashes the short, scar-eyed templar a quick smile and turns his attention to the podium below.

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen's young face remains set in a faint frown as she watches the proceedings below.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Malenthis has been a friend to us all for years, and his recent triumph in taking the copper mine is a small testament to his accomplishments.  Vote against him, and you vote against Allanak."

You send a telepathic message to the short, scar-eyed man:
     "*a bit of confusion* We were both under the impression this was an unrelated matter, Great Lord. The Lady speaker asks if this means you no longer wish support for your legacy?"

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Well. It isn't a total loss, I suppose. Provided the end terms of the payment still fall into line."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Perhaps offer an alternative, yes, to the final fine. Pay all now, or two million over twelve years...or something."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "...Mmm. I'm disspointed in this matter, but I may still offer support. I imagine this next meeting will be very important."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man smirks, slapping the top of the podium, and steps away to return to his position by his table.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "Succinct and poignant."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, nodding to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "Let's hope they're all that way."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, with a nod and a short gruff chuckle:
     "Indeed."

The chubby, brown-haired man nods to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lady Senator Pro Tem Borsail, the floor is yours."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman clears her throat and bows her head to the assemblage.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "What is this vote about sir?"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish, quietly:
     "The Great Lord Malenthis Jal.. we have the honor of sharing his Grace in this very balcony.  Valiantly, he fought back the Northern forces in the Red Desert.."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "He has the bearing and manner of a great man, that much is for sure."

The thick, curly-haired man nods in deep agreement with the obese, bald man.

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Perhaps -now- may be a good time to bring up the idea, and my great skills at negotiation. Or...something."

You send a telepathic message to the short, scar-eyed man:
     "I'll hurry and pass the message on."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman glances up toward the witnesses briefly before making her way to the podium.

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "I'll just relay what he says, my Lady:"

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "It's not a total loss provided the end terms of payment fall into line, he's disappointed, but still offers support..."

The austere narrow-eyed woman sends you a telepathic message:
     "Will he support me or not?  I can speak ill or I can speak fair.  That is the only question. Yes, or no."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Lords and Ladies, Borsail has long known of the work of Lord Templar Malenthis Jal of the Red..."

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman crosses her arms and drums her fingers on her shoulder.

You think:
     "She's waiting on me, this back and forth will take forever."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Yes."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman nods to herself and continues in a more swift manner.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "But, we have been impressed with the Lord Templar.  His courage and bravery in the recent altercation against the traitors of the north is singular amongst those of this age."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, gesturing with a hand:
     "That is the new Senator?"

At your table, you say in sirihish, distractedly:
     "That's Lady Scribe Cyriaca.. she's not our Senator officially, yet."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man nods towards you, falling silent.

You send a telepathic message to the short, scar-eyed man:
     "*her thoughts dizzied* She already had to speak, all she had time to ask was whether you would support her or not, yes or no. I told her yes. We can work out an amendment later, I hope."

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man clears his throat, shuffling the sheaf of paper on the podium.

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Well? Have her go on. Vote yes, and I support - and consider bringing in the idea."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman gestures up toward the witness stand with a grand sweep of one arm.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "I believe House Kadius should act upon these issues here today sir, in one shape or form."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the thick, curly-haired man say in cavilish, quietly:
     "For now.. we shall observe.. yes."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Who amongst you can fault such heroism and sacrifice?  Not Borsail.  We stand for Allanak.  We stand for our Highlord."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "We say.. YES.  Vote yes on this issue."

The short, scar-eyed templar smiles, glancing over to you.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman turns and gives a respectful bow of her head toward a spot in the witness area.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lord Senator Valika, the floor is now yours."

The slight, silver-crowned woman glances toward the short, scar-eyed templar and bows her head.

At your table, you say in sirihish, wincing:
     "Krath but I could use some water."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, softly:
     "I should have brought some. Should I send Linae?"

At your table, you say in sirihish, shaking her head:
     "I can manage."

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female sends you a telepathic message:
     "I don't mind fetching some water. I have some myself, but I couldn't expect you to drink from my waterskin."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman makes her way back to her table and settles next to the stunted, silver-haired old man.

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man stands up, hurridly making his way to the podium.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "House Valika also believes in the Highlord and Allanak, and would vote for the city.."

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     " ..which most assuredly is -against- such a ludicrous measure!"

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man holds up his hand, fingers spread.

The slight, silver-crowned woman blinks.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "Here's why:"

The short, scar-eyed templar frowns.

Down on the Senate floor, The slender, fair-haired woman sits still in her seat at the back of the room, her gaze still set on the floor.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man blinks, surprise falling over his features.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "Malenthis is a failure.  What did he really accomplish?"

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man's chin lifts as he observes the speaker below curiously.

Down on the Senate floor, The stunted, silver-haired old man snorts quietly.

At your table, you say in sirihish, murmuring softly:
     "Valika always did have such an eccentric side."

The thick, curly-haired man glances about nervously, seeming uncomfortable.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "The Tulukis controlled the mine for the vast majority of the war, taking nearly -all- the worth from it"

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man shakes his head.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "We got their LEFTOVERS!"

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "Do you think Allanak is worthy of .. LEFTOVERS?!"

Down on the Senate floor, The short, brown-bearded man shifts in his seat, glancing up to the balcony above.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "House Valika does not.  If you crunch the numbers - which of course we have - you will fine one glaring truth:"

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "The city has lost considerable money from this war."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "Oh fuck, I'm so tempted to shout at that."

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "The value retrieved from what was left was far LESS than the loss of life of troops!"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish, biting down on his lip, hard:
     "Won't..."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish, squeezing the stocky, clean-shaven man's shoulder firmly:
     "Yes.. don't."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Sometimes the act is more important than the reward"

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, leaning back, his voice calm:
     "Did not expect that, what a move."

The short, scar-eyed templar raps his fingers along the top of an elegant, baobab table.

One of the plump, prismatic-haired woman's kohl-etched eyebrows jerks upward with surprise as she listens.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman speaks suddenly, out of turn, her voice rising to a near shout.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Who dares say that the Highlord lost!?  This is nonsense!"

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, shaking his head:
     "Here we go."

The pallid, serpentine inked man shifts uneasily, standing closer to the thick, curly-haired man and the willowy, onyx-haired teen as the man below speaks.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man's voice carries over the fracas.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lord Senator Valika has the floor."

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man grins smugly.

Down on the Senate floor, The morose, white-haired matron glances at the thin, silky black-haired man, her eyes roaming over his face.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female wrinkles her brow, peering down at the floor below with an expression of surprise and confusion.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman grumbles and retakes her seat, face reddened.

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "At any rate, those are House Valika's thoughts."

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man qiuckly makes his way back to his seat.

Down on the Senate floor, The point-nosed, fine-boned man looks around, trying to look small as the proceedings happen around him.

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man glares at the sleek, fine-boned man.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lady Senator Jal, the floor is now yours."

At your table, you say in sirihish, glancing at the svelte, ivory-skinned man, quietly:
     "That may have been in err."

Down on the Senate floor, The morose, white-haired matron rises to her feet as the room becomes quiet, pausing a beat to let it build.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding towards you:
     "Which? The outspoken comment or Valika's statement?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Well both, definitely, but I was referring to her interruption."

Murmuring very quietly, you whisper to the svelte, ivory-skinned man in sirihish:
     "But still, better to have her down there than Visandach."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding slightly:
     "It illustrates, in a way, what we feel about the matter. It is a difficult argument since it concerns devotion to Allanak as well as an examination of facts."

Down on the Senate floor, Walking forward to speak, the morose, white-haired matron looks down for a moment before turning to address the room.

In the amphitheater below, the morose, white-haired matron says:
     "Financial losses are not the only measure of success. There were not only losses on the side of Allanak, but on the side of Tuluk as well."

In the amphitheater below, the morose, white-haired matron says:
     "If one were to look at the whole of it, as one should..."

Down on the Senate floor, The morose, white-haired matron looks around the room, her piercing gaze striking key faces.

The slight, silver-crowned woman's gaze drops to the pale scar on her left palm as she leans back in her seat.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man watches you thoughtfully for a moment, then turns his gaze to the Senate floor again.

In the amphitheater below, The morose, white-haired matron says:
     "The end result of this is very beneficial to Allanak. And Lord Templar Malenthis Jal has served as an exemplary member of The Highlord's Gracious Templarate."

In the amphitheater below, The morose, white-haired matron says:
     "Regardless what others would have you believe, he is very worthy of award and reward for his accomplishments this day."

Down on the Senate floor, A bristling-bearded, jutnosed man scribes a note down, passing it down to the sleek, fine-boned man with a knowing look.

Down on the Senate floor, Defiantly, the morose, white-haired matron strides slowly back to her seat.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "The matter will now be put to the vote."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Borsail, how say you?"

Glancing briefly and subtly his way, the willowy, onyx-haired teen looks at the svelte, ivory-skinned man.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman casts a derisive glance toward the Valika congregation.

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man winks at the austere narrow-eyed woman.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "House Borsail says yes."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man inhales sharply, peering at the floor.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Valika, how say you?"

The short, scar-eyed templar gazes into the amphiteater, nodding slightly.

At your table, you say in sirihish, grimly:
     "So much for sharing living arrangements with Valika while we get the new Estate built."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, to you:
     "Yes, that's about out of question now."

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "Valika of course says no."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Oash, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "We say yes."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Fale, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says, with a yawn:
     "Hunh?  Oh.. uhm.. yes.  Fale says yes.  What am I voting on?  Oh, Malenthis.. yes!"

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen leans forward slightly.

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen shakes her head wryly.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Kasix, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "Kasix votes yes."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Rennik, how say you?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "That's the second time Fale voted -ahead- of Kasix."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "I love that. That's superb."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, to you:
     "I'm telling you, the Fale Estate is very nice."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish, smirking gently:
     "I wish Lord Senaj Fale was here to see this."

In the amphitheater below, the slight, fiery-haired woman says:
     "We say no."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Tor, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, brown-bearded man says:
     "House Tor says yes."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, smiling thinly, glancing over to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "Well, the most important vote of the evening is going well."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, returning the short, scar-eyed templar's smile:
     "Was there ever really any doubt?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Jal, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the morose, white-haired matron says:
     "House Jal votes Yes."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Sath, how say you?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Who else voted no? Rennik?"

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding to you:
     "Rennik said no."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Rennik is worthless too."

In the amphitheater below, a lop-jawed, black-haired woman says:
    "Y-yes? Yes. We vote yes."

The slight, silver-crowned woman giggles.

The slight, silver-crowned woman clears her throat quickly.

You think:
     "For Highlord sake, Lara... even if she -is- Sath, she's a Senator. Remember your station."

You think:
     "... soon enough you'll be down there to giggle at her on the floor, anyway."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Malenthis Jal is declared a Hero of Allanak, this motion is passed thirteen votes for, five against."

The obese, bald man smiles.

Not too loudly, the lofty, hazel-skinned man looks towards the short, scar-eyed templar and claps his lace-gloved hands for a few moments.

The very short and thick figure in a scorpion-emblazoned, smoky-grey cloak and the tall and thick figure in a scorpion-emblazoned, smoky-grey cloak snap to attention and bow towards the short, scar-eyed templar in unison.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man lifts his head to look over at the silvery-haired, wiry man.

Down on the Senate floor, the silvery-haired, wiry man nods.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, clapping his hand firmly on the top of an elegant, baobab table:
     "Good! Remind me to drown a few Valika and Rennik later."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, inclining his head deeply:
     "Congratulations, and yes."

Standing and bowing briefly, calling out across the balcony, you say to the short, scar-eyed templar, in sirihish:
     "Congratulations, Great Lord Jal, our Hero."

Looking over to the short, scar-eyed templar, inclining his head politely, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says to the short, scar-eyed templar, in sirihish:
     "Congratulations, Great Lord."

The short, scar-eyed templar returns a few polite nods and smiles, standing briefly from his table and waving around.

The slight, silver-crowned woman raises from her bow and retakes her seat.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female claps her hands together softly a few times, noiselessly and merely a gesture.

The bald, eye-scarred half-giant scoots back a bit as the short, scar-eyed templar stands, looking quickly at surrounding tables.

The short, scar-eyed templar retakes his seat, nodding slightly.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "I still don't understand the math. Do the higher tier houses get more votes?"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "If the top three get three, the middle three get two, and the lower three get one... that adds up to eighteen, so... yeah."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "That must be it."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish, softly:
     "That must be it, yes.  This is, of course, my first Senate meeting."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "A late proposal has been accepted. House Fale proposes a city festival to celebrate our Victory. Lord Senator Fale, the floor is yours."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man starts making his way to the podium with a swagger.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man nods up towards the balcony.

Glancing around the balcony, the lofty, hazel-skinned man turns to look back at the Senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "Now that House Fale is.. er... Now that the city is half a million 'sid richer..."

The plump, prismatic-haired woman sits erect, lowering her her extravagantly feathered fan to her lap to peer down at the floor with renewed interest.

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman chuckles quietly at her seat.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "I suggest we have a grand festival!  Let's celebrate our new hero!  House Fale proposes a festival which we will, of course, take care of."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, with a gesture towards the floor:
     "I knew they would do this... use the money for a festival."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man nods once, reclaiming his seat.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man spares a quick glance around the chamber.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "I suppose there may still be a chance to bring in the proposal..."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, with a shrug:
     "But honestly, it matters little at this point."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Borsail, how say you?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "No discussion?"

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman glances up as if not paying attention.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Oh.. yes, of course.  Borsail votes yes."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, " House Valika, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says, " House Valika says fine.. yes, we support a festival."

The slight, silver-crowned woman frowns to herself.

You think:
     "It seems like she's not doing so well down there."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding:
     "I suppose not, it isn't really something that can be argued against, I think."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Oash, how say you?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "I am surprised that Kurac did not speak before that first vote."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man sighs, rolling his eyes.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, glancing over to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "They don't get to. Only Senators can speak, remember?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "If I could, -I- would have spoken before the Senate."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish:
     "I thought the Merchants had speaking rights, but no vote."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "If the Senators decide they do, I suppose so,yes."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says, frowning:
     "Oash votes no"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish, flatly:
     "Great. Five hundred thousand sid festival. Yaaaaay."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish, to the stocky, clean-shaven man:
     "Well...maybe we can convince House Fale to have us open a tent for the festival...and earn some of that coin back."

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man smiles vaguely to himself.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Fale, how say you?"

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man nods a few times agreeably, then looks down at the silvery haired man below.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "Uhm.. no?  Hah, just kidding.  YES!"

The stocky, clean-shaven man sighs, just staring at his lap.

You notice: The willowy, onyx-haired teen smirks faintly.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Kasix, how say you?"

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, curiously:
     "Why would House Oash vote against it?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Probably because they'd rather the money go toward gemmers, or something."

The svelte, ivory-skinned man laughs lightly at your response, inclining his head in agreement.

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "Kasix votes yes."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Rennik, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the slight, fiery-haired woman says:
     "Yes, of course."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Tor, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, brown-bearded man says:
     "Tor says Yes."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Jal, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the morose, white-haired matron says:
     "Jal votes no."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "Why did the Great Lord's own House vote against it? Very strange."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Sath, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, a lop-jawed, black-haired woman says:
     "Yes, why not?"

The slight, silver-crowned woman blinks, glancing toward the warbraided, smoke-eyed man a moment.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Tor voted yes. I would have thought they'd want the money used toward the military."

The plump, prismatic-haired woman blinks several times before raising her extravagantly feathered fan to flutter with agitation beneath her chin.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, inclining his head:
     "Yes, but Fale offered to put forth the cost for it."

The plump, prismatic-haired woman titters very softly behind her extravagantly feathered fan.

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "I've been thinking..."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "I'm going to fully endorse your Senator. You can take the proposal under consideration. I think it may be fine without it, though."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "The motion is passed, fourteen in favor, four against."

You contact the short, scar-eyed man with the Way.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "The last proposal today is: Whether or not all elemental magick should be totally outlawed from the city-state of Allanak proposed by Borsail.  "

The svelte, ivory-skinned man rubs his fingers together, leaning up in his chair.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lady Senator Pro Tem Borsail, the floor is yours."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman rises from her chair and gathers several sheaths of parchment, approaching the podium.

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man's expression narrow into a scowl.

The lofty, hazel-skinned man firms his jaw, frowning thoughtfully as he studies the senate floor closely.

The thick, curly-haired man cracks a toothy grin as he cuts his eyes over to the lofty, hazel-skinned man.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman clears her throat, glancing into the gallery.

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Let me know, either way."

You send a telepathic message to the short, scar-eyed man:
     "Of course, Great Lord. I'll let her know, though I think it'd be best to wait, this will be an important speech."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Of course. Better untill later...if at all."

The short, scar-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
     "Plenty of time to discuss it later."

Ending his frown to grin faintly back, the lofty, hazel-skinned man looks at the thick, curly-haired man.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Lords and Ladies, who amongst us cannot say that we have not suffered enough from these dangerous creatures?"

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, in a calm tone:
     "This will be the most controversial, I think it."

At your table, you say in sirihish, softly:
     "This is an important speech for her."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
     "Not only because of the subject, but because of the election too."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "It is, and for the House Borsail."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Time after time, we hear tales of horrible things done by these gemmed, and though punishment comes swiftly...Borsail says it should NOT BE POSSIBLE."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman speaks more swiftly, her voice rising.

At your table, you say in sirihish, to the svelte, ivory-skinned man, shaking her head:
     "It's not going to pass, that was never a question -- but how she argues it is much more important, that's what I'm paying attention to."

At your table, you say in sirihish, nodding lightly:
     "I like the force."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, to you, tone calm:
     "Yes, I know that - it's the wording that's important, as you say."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man leans back in his chair, crossing one foot up onto the opposite knee.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "Powerful, and convincing, so far."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "The nobility of Allanak should not be forced to deal with this rabble of magick users.  They should be outlawed immediately.  We saw the power they can draw in recent events.  It CANNOT BE ALLOWED."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, calmly:
     "The stress on the end of each statement reiterates the subject and carries the power of the statement."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Who amongst you wishes your aides to rub elbows with some creature that might place a curse upon your Noble Family?  Who amongst you wishes your guards forced to deal day to day with those who take part in dangerous ritual?"

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman brings her hand down on the podium in a slam.

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "Who amongst you will not speak to end the dangerous practice of allowing these gemmed to mingle with the normal citizens of Allanak?  Who, I ask?"

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman sighs and gathers her papers, making her way back to her table.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, nodding his agreement, calmly:
     "House Oash should not be able to stand against that, I think it."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "Very well done."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lord Senator Oash, the floor is now yours."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man's gaze tracks the austere room's course back to her table.

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man pace across the floor, mounts the stage and stands by the podium.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man's gaze tracks the austere woman's course back to her table.

The chubby, brown-haired man absently touches his leather collar with a jade cross on it as he watches the senate floor.

The thick, curly-haired man exhales, seeming pensive as he gazes down toward the podium.

Down on the Senate floor, Pitching his voice to be heard in the farthest reach of this chamber, the thin, silky black-haired man appears calm.

The willowy, onyx-haired teen leans forward, watching the floor below with intent interest.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "This is an emotional topic for us all.  Most of you know Oash employs magickers."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "That does not mean we are utterly comfortable with it.  No."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Not that you need to hear it from me, my Lady, but that speech was astoundingly excellent."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "Sahale and I are both incredibly impressed... it's clear to me that I could learn a great deal from you."

You send a telepathic message to the austere narrow-eyed woman:
     "I don't mean to intrude any longer. Great Lord Jal says you have his full support, and that he thinks he may be able to settle things without a new proposal anyway."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Over the past many generations, we - not just Oash, but others within the other families and the templarate - have sought to control them.  And we have, successfully."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "The Templarate have a tool to control them, as well.."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man taps his throat.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman snorts and bends, speaking softly to the stunted, silver-haired old man.

At your table, you say in sirihish, speaking up sharply, but quietly:
     "As well? The templarate should be the -only- ones controlling them. They're tools. Not people."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Should we let a few, rare wild mages who lack the self-restraint and control spoil our interaction with them?"

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man holds up a finger.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Although they are dangerous, they are largely useful to us all.  Where would we be if we didn't have mages to assist us in our warfare with Tuluk?"

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man's foot taps soundlessly under the table again as he watches the senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says, shifting his eyes to Rennik and Jal's tables:
     "Or water for your plants and to cleanse."

Down on the Senate floor, A lop-jawed, black-haired woman fidgets with her hands on her lap.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says, gazing over to Tor's table:
     "Or Krath to aid you with combat?"

The svelte, ivory-skinned man exhales, his discontented gaze on the floor below, expression calm.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "I say this.  If we ban mages from the city, we will see an increaes in magickers who aren't under our fine city's control."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "They will go ungemmed.  Who controls them then?"

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man pauses, sweeping his hand dramatically.

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says, " Think on that."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man steps off the stage, striding back to his table.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "Alternatively, we could just kill them all."

At your table, you say in sirihish, softly:
     "I'd rather see them gemmed and out of Oash's control. And in chains."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "Have you spoken to Smoke?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, nodding to the short, scar-eyed templar:
     "Once, since we returned.  But we've been without because of a change in House policy."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, nodding to the short, scar-eyed templar:
     "We haven't openly employed mages for some ten years now.  Which is not necessarily to say that is an indication of our opinion of them within the city."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "Lady Senator Kasix, the floor is now yours."

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman stands from her seat and waddles forward with obvious age.

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "If these abominations are being so well controlled, then why are they being allowed to breed within our walls? "

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "They are monsters and they should be outlawed. You cannot control a monster. They are bad breeding. Plain and simple."

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "It is a threat to leave them in this city or out of it."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man, his brows raised:
     "Oh?"

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man's eyes widen a little.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish, murmuring idly:
     "Mm.. maybe they'll pass a motion that gemmed mages can't breed, or something."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish:
     "At least it'd cut down on the population."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "It'll make it so there's less gemmers."

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "And more rogues in the tablelands."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "I didn't expect Kasix to support us."

Down on the Senate floor, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar has arrived from the east, striding in confidently.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man jerks upright, eyes widening.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, " Announcing Lord Parduashin Rennik the Black - High Commander of the City Ministry!"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish:
     "I suppose they ..."

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "There is no assurance that Oash - or anyone else can offer that will tru----"

Looking down at the Senate floor, the lofty, hazel-skinned man gasps abruptly.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar walks across the floor and onto the stage.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man falls to his knees, bowing low on the ground.

The willowy, onyx-haired teen trails off, eyes turning wide and round.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man blinks, leaning forward.

The short, scar-eyed templar blinks, gazing into the amphiteater.

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man raises a brow in surprise.

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman goes abruptly silent, bowing before the pot-bellied, black-robed templar.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female gazes intently down at the floor, mouth opening.

The stocky, clean-shaven man gasps.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman blinks in obvious shock and rises swiftly from her seat with the stunted, silver-haired old man struggling upward as well.  Together, the pair bow deeply, almost touching the floor with their heads.

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man kneels on one knee, bowing reverently.

Grunting softly, the short, scar-eyed templar says, in sirihish:
     "Bow."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man lightly clears his throat, back straightening as he looks down to the stage.

You stand up from an elegant, baobab table.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female stands up from a carved cylini bench.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, brown-bearded man rises swiftly, moving into a deep bow towards the door.
The warbraided, smoke-eyed man stands up from an elegant, baobab table.
The svelte, ivory-skinned man stands up from an elegant, baobab table.

Over his shoulder to the group, the short, scar-eyed templar says, in sirihish:
     "Bow, now."

The willowy, onyx-haired teen rises swiftly, bowing deep toward the floor.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man startles, quickly bowing.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female kneels down, touching her forehead to the floor.

The short, scar-eyed templar stands up from an elegant, baobab table.

Pushing her chair back abruptly, the plump, prismatic-haired woman stands up from an elegant, baobab table.

Rising swiftly, the lofty, hazel-skinned man stands up from a carved cylini bench.

The slight, silver-crowned woman drops to her knees, head bowed toward the senate floor.

The thick, curly-haired man stands up from a carved cylini bench.

The obese, bald man stands up from a carved cylini bench.

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man gasps, his eyes widening before he suddenly drops to his knees.

The pallid, serpentine inked man bows down toward the senate floor.

The short, scar-eyed templar drops to a knee, bowing towards the amphitheater.

Dropping to his knees and placing his head to the ground, the thick, curly-haired man sits down.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar moves across the stage at a pace which is neither hurried nor leisurely for his stature.

Down on the Senate floor, The silver-haired, one-eyed templar bows deeply.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman lowers into a deep bow, her head nearly touching the table before her.

The stocky, clean-shaven man stands up from a carved cylini bench.
Kneeling in a bow, the stocky, clean-shaven man sits down.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man pushes to his feet, bowing fully and reverenty towards the Senate floor.

In unison with his hooded guards, the warbraided, smoke-eyed man bows deeply up on the balcony.

The obese, bald man gets on his knees, and place shis head on the floor.

Down on the Senate floor, Along with the tall, rakish man, the slight, fiery-haired woman bows deeply.

The bald, eye-scarred half-giant glances down to the short, scar-eyed templar before following suit, dipping to his knees.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar steps up to the podium.

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman steps aside, her face red and eyes downcast.

Looking down past the jade rail, the lofty, hazel-skinned man takes a step away from it and bows extremely deeply, closing his eyes.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "Be seated."

Down on the Senate floor, The slender, fair-haired woman falls to the floor, forehead touching the ground, a bristling-bearded, jutnosed man, the point-nosed, fine-boned man and the wisp-thin, narrow-nosed man following suit.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female sits on a carved cylini bench.

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman makes her way back to her seat and sits.

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man clears his throat, reclaiming his seat.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman rises, the shock still visible on her face while retaking her chair.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar places his hands upon an obsidian podium, looking around the Senate chamber.

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man occupies a vacant seat.

Picking up his feather-trimmed, dark purple hat and dusting it off, the lofty, hazel-skinned man slowly returns to the wooden bench.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man holds his bow statuesquely, war-braid off his shoulder and hanging in front of him.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man rises slowly, stepping back to a fair distance behind the podium.

The chubby, brown-haired man rises and bows with all the others before returning to his seat.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman sits at an elegant, baobab table.

The slight, silver-crowned woman rises slowly, face pale as she reclaims her seat.

You sit at an elegant, baobab table.

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man presses his forehead onto the floor, his black-feathered, purple hat slipping from his ebon mane.

In awe, the svelte, ivory-skinned man stumbles after you.

The thick, curly-haired man sweats profusely, his face twisted with awe and flushed red as jihae.

The obese, bald man sits on a carved cylini bench.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man sits at an elegant, baobab table.

The short, scar-eyed templar sits at an elegant, baobab table.

Down on the Senate floor, The slight, fiery-haired woman slips down into her seat, watching the pot-bellied, black-robed templar with awe.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says, " Senators, Templars, Lords and Ladies."

The willowy, onyx-haired teen rises silently and settles back on a carved cylini bench, still gaping in shock at the floor.
The svelte, ivory-skinned man sits at an elegant, baobab table.

Slowly reclaiming his seat, the stocky, clean-shaven man sits on a carved cylini bench.

The pallid, serpentine inked man returns to a straight position, assuming a watchful attitude by the Kadius bench once again.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man holds a hand to his mouth, his other hand trembling slightly as he looks down at the floor.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says, " This proposal to outlaw elemental magicks from his city is sheer folly."

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar pauses deliberately, scanning the faces of the senators assembled.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, brown-bearded man averts his gaze, looking down at the floor.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "I would like to remind the members of this esteemed body that the comforts and public services provided to all of the citizens by the City Ministry, as with all things, have a cost."

You think:
     "Well that's all he needs to say."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman averts her gaze, face reddened.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man nods slowly as he listens to the pot-bellied, black-robed templar.

The stocky, clean-shaven man glances aside at the willowy, onyx-haired teen and the chubby, brown-haired man, looking afraid to even open his mouth.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "The City Ministry takes full advantage of the abilities of elementalists, whenever possible, to minimize costs."

The willowy, onyx-haired teen's grey-green eyes are riveted with obvious fascination upon the Senate floor below.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar gestures over towards the table of House Valika with a hand.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "To cast aside these elementalist resources would require the City Ministry to procure suitable replacements."

The chubby, brown-haired man sits on the edge of his seat, watching.

Down on the Senate floor, Paling, the wisp-thin, narrow-nosed man, a bristling-bearded, jutnosed man, and the point-nosed, fine-boned man all sink low into their chairs, sweat beading instanstly on thier foreheads.

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man lifts his head from the floor hesitantly, casting a glance over the assembled tables before rising slowly.

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man nods reverently as he is acknowledged.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar points upward with an index finger.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "Replacements which would come at a significantly higher cost."

Down on the Senate floor, A bristling-bearded, jutnosed man's hands shake, rattling a parchment before he quickly puts it down on a table.

You think:
     "This is terrible. Now what does she do?"

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar opens his hands wide, spreading them out palms upturned.

You think:
     "She either votes against her own proposal or against the word of a Black."

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "Clearly, the City Ministry budget would require additional funds to keep his Highlord's city maintained at the same levels he has decreed for it."

You think:
     "Either way they'll note the weakness."

Down on the Senate floor, The slender, fair-haired woman twists her bone ring with an eclipse signet on her finger, her face pale as she stares down at the table.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man's gaze sweeps critically over the guards and merchants assembled on the balocny, then returns to the speaker below.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar holds a fist in the air before himself.

The slight, silver-crowned woman reaches a hand down below the table, feeling for the svelte, ivory-skinned man's hand.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "Should this measure be enacted..."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man gulps.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar taps the top of an obsidian podium with the tip of his index finger.

The thick, curly-haired man seems unable to bring himself to gaze at the senate floor, instead staring at the floor with an expression of utter horror.

You notice: Slowly, a wince settles on the lofty, hazel-skinned man's face.

In the amphitheater below, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar says:
     "I would be remiss in my fiduciary duty to his Highlord if I didn't introduce a measure to reallocate funds to the City Ministry budget from House stipends."

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man blinks in surprise.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar steps away from an obsidian podium.

You think:
     "They may even fine us for proposing it."

Down on the Senate floor, The point-nosed, fine-boned man suddenly looks very uncomfortable in his stiff, ruffled black lace collar, adjusting it carefully.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, brown-bearded man frowns, head jerking up as he looks over to the pot-bellied, black-robed templar.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, brown-bearded man quickly lowers his head.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman takes a sudden interest in turning her shimmering, diamond-laden obsidian bracelet, staring red-faced at the gleaming object.

Down on the Senate floor, The pot-bellied, black-robed templar walks across the stage in a manner similar to his arrival.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man looks like he wants to cry.

Down on the Senate floor, the pot-bellied, black-robed templar walks east.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man stands up from an elegant, baobab table.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man bows stiffly as the black-robed templar below departs, then retakes his seat.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, brown-bearded man rubs a hand over his face.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man sits at an elegant, baobab table.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man breathes heavily, clasping his other hand to his palm and stopping its movement.

The willowy, onyx-haired teen whispers something to the stocky, clean-shaven man.

The stocky, clean-shaven man nods wordlessly at the willowy, onyx-haired teen.

The short, scar-eyed templar stands up from an elegant, baobab table.

The slight, silver-crowned woman stares gaping at the senate floor, her expression a mix of shock and fear.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man starts to speak, his words stammering.

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man swallows, gathering up a sheaf of parchments with shaking hands.

The obese, bald man opens his mouth to say something but no words emerge.

A smile crossing his lips, the short, scar-eyed templar sits at an elegant, baobab table.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "The matter will now be put to the vote."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Borsail, how say you?"

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman opens her mouth once before her voice is heard.

At your table, you say in sirihish, softly, barely getting the words out:
     "No. She has to say no."

In the amphitheater below, the austere narrow-eyed woman says:
     "House Borsail...respectfully...votes yes."

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female sits rigidly on a carved cylini bench, gaze and expression distant.

The willowy, onyx-haired teen's jaw drops.
The slight, silver-crowned woman's jaw drops.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Valika, how say you?"

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the willowy, onyx-haired teen say in cavilish:
     "Fek me!"

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man purses his lips, one gloved hand rubbing over his mouth and jaw.

Down on the Senate floor, The sleek, fine-boned man smiles wryly.

The svelte, ivory-skinned man shivers visibly, gripping the edge of the table.

The lofty, hazel-skinned man stares at the senate floor wide-eyed, jaw dropping and hands slapping his knees.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish, shaking his head:
     "Unbelievable."

In the amphitheater below, the sleek, fine-boned man says:
     "House Valika... votes AGAINST the proposal."

You feel like hiding under the table.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Oash, how say you."

In the amphitheater below, the thin, silky black-haired man says:
     "Oash has another reason to vote against this.  Against."

The willowy, onyx-haired teen claps a palm over her agape mouth.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the obese, bald man say in cavilish:
     "Oh my, oh my, oh my my my."

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female clenches her fists, knuckles whitening as she slowly forces her gaze to the Senate floor.

Face paling three shades blancher than normal, the slight, silver-crowned woman just stares down at the senate floor toward the austere woman.

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish:
     "They...she..how..."

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man glances at the austere narrow-eyed woman.

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man shakes his head as he watches the senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Fale, how say you?"

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman straightens in her chair and holds her posture erect, staring toward the podium.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man is seen picking up some dice, blushing.

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man clears his throat.

The plump, prismatic-haired woman shoots a discreet glance toward your table, taking in your ashen face before returning her attention to the senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the silvery-haired, wiry man says:
     "After what the City ministry told us?  Oh.. uhm.. we vote in favor of whatever he said.  So.. against"

The svelte, ivory-skinned man puts a hand on his head, leaning back against the chair and exhaling.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female swallows thickly.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Kasix, how say you?"

The lofty, hazel-skinned man closes his mouth again.

In the amphitheater below, the elderly, big-boned woman says:
     "House Kasix votes... yes.. for the proposal... "

Down on the Senate floor, The elderly, big-boned woman glances at the austere narrow-eyed woman.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the lofty, hazel-skinned man say in sirihish, staring down at the senate floor:
     "What?!"

You feel a bit of relief.

At your table, you say in sirihish, softly:
     "At least we're not alone."

The warbraided, smoke-eyed man smirks quietly to himself.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman seems to relax slightly and nods her head toward the elderly, big-boned woman.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Rennik, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the slight, fiery-haired woman says:
     "We say no."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in sirihish, words slow and broken:
     "Yes, but we are silenced. "

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, Smiling over to the warbraided, smoke-eyed man:
     "Money heals all wounds."

Down on the Senate floor, The tall, rakish man waves a hand.

At your table, you say in sirihish, her voice mute:
     "I guess it's.. true. What they say."

At your table, you say in sirihish, to the svelte, ivory-skinned man, trying to smile:
     "About... about imitations."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish, rasping softly:
     "I knew Kasix liked to emulate Borsail, but that was surprising."

A silk-gloved hand still clapped over her mouth, the willowy, onyx-haired teen just stares at the Senate floor.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Tor, how say you?"

In the amphitheater below, the short, brown-bearded man says:
     "Tor votes against this proposal."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish, nodding slightly:
     "Well, that about does it."

At your table, you say in mirukkim, quietly:
     "Krath, Sahale, we're so fucked."

At your table, the svelte, ivory-skinned man says in mirukkim, looking over to you, eyes hardened:
     "I know..we have a lot to talk about..when we return."

The obese, bald man nods gently, as though it is all he can do.

The thick, curly-haired man quivers with fear, seeming distraught and uncertain.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish, to the stocky, clean-shaven man:
     "This one isn't our worries...good thing."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Jal, how say you?"

Down on the Senate floor, The morose, white-haired matron glances at the austere narrow-eyed woman, then quickly away.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman glances toward the morose, white-haired matron and crosses her arms.
In the amphitheater below, the morose, white-haired matron says:
     "Jal abstains."

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "House Sath, how say you?"

Down on the Senate floor, The thin, silky black-haired man scoffs loudly.

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman rolls her eyes and bends to speak with the stunted, silver-haired old man.

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the warbraided, smoke-eyed man say in sirihish:
     "One abstention."

In the amphitheater below, a lop-jawed, black-haired woman says:
     "Sath votes n...."

Down on the Senate floor, A lop-jawed, black-haired woman glances at the austere narrow-eyed woman.

In the amphitheater below, a lop-jawed, black-haired woman says:
     "Yes."

Down on the Senate floor, The austere narrow-eyed woman turns her narrowed eyes on a lop-jawed, black-haired woman and nods.

The lissome, kohl-eyelined man takes intent interest in his boots, the thick lines of kohl around his eyes intense against the colourlessness of his visage.

The sinuous, wyvern-branded female blinks.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the stocky, clean-shaven man say in cavilish:
     "If a Black had come up to speak out against us I would just jump over the railing and get it over with."

The slight, silver-crowned woman leans back in her seat, her slender brows furrowing.

Composed once again, the willowy, onyx-haired teen removes her hand from her mouth and pats the stocky, clean-shaven man's shoulder with it.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says:
     "The motion to outlaw elemental magick from the city has failed. Six votes in favor, eleven against."

Down on the Senate floor, The silvery-haired, wiry man wipes his brow.

At a carved cylini bench, you overhear the chubby, brown-haired man say in cavilish, eyes widening:
     "What?  Is that more votes of yes?"

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "It's as I thought. I should have placed some bets on this meeting."

At an elegant, baobab table, you overhear the short, scar-eyed templar say in sirihish:
     "I was only surprised by the first vote."

Down on the Senate floor, The short, bearded man glances around the chamber, his hands shaking slightly as he gathers up his sheaf of parchment.

In the amphitheater below, the short, bearded man says, " I declare this Meet over."