Fall 5125 Court Session

This log is from the court session held in the Pavilion of the Swan afield outside of Vornavis in the fall of 2025. It has been edited to focus on the topics related to the court session, including remembering Sir Goldstr, a recent fundraising event, and the Knighting of Dame Mourdeyan.

Log

[Pavilion of the Swan Afield]
Verdant carpeting of soft fleece stretches across the uneven ground and softens the subtle rise and fall of the farmstead field beneath.  Green walls of dark Vornavian silk rise to a peaked canopy, their fabric trimmed in copper and white that are patterned in swan feathers.  Along the eastern edge, a polished golden linden table has placards, plates, and baskets set upon it, while opposite the entrance several floor stands support various pieces of heraldry and insignias.  
Obvious exits: east, out
 
Your fingers trail across the embossing on the buckler and you bow your head in silent, solemn respect.  Unbidden, a voice rises to your ears, inviting you to watch the stars.

Hanging your head, you let your fingers trail across the anole at the center of the pennant.  In your mind's eye, you see a clean-shaven giantman with broad shoulders and an imperial air.  His gold-flecked bronze eyes stare proudly ahead of him, and for the briefest of moments, you imagine that he nods to you.

Hanging your head, you let your fingers trail across the pegasus at the center of the banner.  In your mind's eye, you see a raven-haired giantess with fair skin and green eyes.  Her warm gaze falls upon you, but the memory vanishes all too soon.

Speaking to Delindra, you say, "Your sister is putting in the Herald work today."
Puptilian nods.
 
Mourdeyan says, "Aye she is."
  
Speaking to you, Delindra says, "I conscripted her."

With a graceful movement of her hands, Mourdeyan lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Chamberlain.
 
You face Chamberlain and smartly bring your right fist up to your chest.  Holding it there, you bow deeply.

Mourdeyan says, "Afternoon sir."
Chamberlain says, "Good afternoon."
 
Speaking to you, Delindra says, "One of us here to greet folk, one of us helping shuttle people."
You nod approvingly at Delindra.

>l at stands
You see several floor stands.  Looking at the stands, you see a triangular crimson banner fashioned from Vornavian silk, a gryphon-embossed ebon leather-wrapped buckler, and a burgundy and black Vornavian silk pennant.
 
Delindra dryly adds, "She's accepted the role with grace."

Flowing silk of Vornavian make forms a triangular banner, its weave lustrous and fine.  Across the rich crimson field rises a white pegasus, wings unfurled as though caught in mid-ascent.  The charge gleams against the deep ground, every feather picked out in delicate threadwork.  From top left to bottom right, an ebon sash lies draped across the banner, its dark length lending solemn weight to the vivid display.

Embossed upon the leather face, a silver gryphon crouches at the base of the round, its wings half-furled and feathers tooled in relief.  Above it spreads a field of deep indigo, tinted to resemble a star-spangled sky, each argent point bright against the dark ground.  Cutting across the center, a single golden star arcs in a streak of light.  From top left to bottom right, an ebon sash lies diagonally, casting solemn weight across the design.

There appears to be something written on it.
>read buckler
Etched into the wood of the buckler where the leather doesn't cover is a small inscription:  Sir Goldstr Aimright

Woven of fine Vornavian silk, the pennant displays a field of burgundy and ebon that mingle like shadow and wine.  A border of autumn leaves in gold and russet frames the edges, their painted hues vivid against the dark ground.  Faint charcoal grey threads define the form of an anole, its eyes a stunning combination of gold, russet, ebon, and burgundy.  From top left to bottom right, an ebon sash crosses the design.

Chamberlain says, "Heralds, if I could be lent your ear for a moment."
 
You see several floor stands.  Looking at the stands, you see a triangular crimson banner fashioned from Vornavian silk, a gryphon-embossed ebon leather-wrapped buckler, and a burgundy and black Vornavian silk pennant.

You see several floor stands.  Looking at the stands, you see a triangular crimson banner fashioned from Vornavian silk, a gryphon-embossed ebon leather-wrapped buckler, and a burgundy and black Vornavian silk pennant.

 
On the golden linden table you see a lacquered ebonwood bowl, a small white placard, a hollow gourd bowl, a teacup of spiced orange chai, a flagon of cinnamon apple ale, a bowl of buttery riced potatoes, a pan-roasted fillet of red snapper, a dish of honey-roasted carrots and a muffin and mousse-topped parfait.

 Reaching into the pile of Vornavian silk bands at the bottom of the lacquered ebon bowl that rests on a polished golden linden table, Gutstorm shakes free an ebon Vornavian silk armband stitched with a  
Tebon nods to you.
 
In the ebonwood bowl you see a pile of ebon Vornavian silk bands.

You see Lord Juramis Du'Lasfeur the Nobleman.
He appears to be a Human from Seareach.
He is short.  He appears to be a bit weathered.  He has heavy-lidded brown eyes and ruddy skin.  He has short, curly ginger hair.  He has a plump face and heavy jowls.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a crystal amulet, a crimson and gold brocade mantle, an ebon Vornavian silk armband, a red and black leather bracer, a mottled morduska hide satchel, a deep blue watered silk vestment with a cloth-of-gold sunburst, a tiny black coin pouch emblazoned with a pair of crossed silvery scimitars, and some cork and snakeskin sandals.
Juramis glances at a huge orange cat.
 
Speaking to Juramis, Puptilian says, "Not one I thought I run into here."
 
You nod in greeting at Juramis.
Mourdeyan curtsies to Juramis.

Juramis huskily says, "Mongo, you'll have to wait outside."

You whisper, "Some armbands for Goldstr over there." to your group.
 
On the golden linden table you see a lacquered ebonwood bowl, a small white placard, a hollow gourd bowl, a teacup of spiced orange chai, a flagon of cinnamon apple ale, a bowl of buttery riced potatoes, a pan-roasted fillet of red snapper, a dish of honey-roasted carrots and a muffin and mousse-topped parfait.

Regwen nods at Delindra.

With a free hand, Mourdeyan wraps the Vornavian silk armband around her upper arm, binding it tightly.
 Reaching into the pile of Vornavian silk bands at the bottom of the lacquered ebon bowl that rests on a polished golden linden table, Cylnthia shakes free an ebon Vornavian silk armband stitched with a gold star.
 
Chamberlain says, "Please feel free to obtain a memorial band from the ebonwood bowl."
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Maylan exclaims, "Ahoy!"
 
Mourdeyan says, "Likewise."
 
You see Land Pirate Maylan the Hospitaller of the Order of the Swan of Marshtown.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
She is of a slight height and has a thin, wiry frame.  She appears to be seasoned.  She has completely solid, vivid jade eyes and mocha freckled, ruddy skin.  She has raggedly cut, frizzy raven-sheened hair tied in a snarled sailor's knot braid and capped by an empty rusted steel bucket.  She has a narrow face, a gently sloped nose and a dimpled chin.  She has a small gap between her front teeth.  She has a discolored mop-fringed pegleg for a leg.  She has a pair of crooked, jagged-edged pearly wings trailing some hemp-tasseled chipped shell mosaics on their outer edges.
She has a black-inked crying whale on her wrist, and a sun-shaped gold stud in her right nostril.
She is in good shape.
Grubby clouds of dust and grime obscure her form, wafting lazily as she moves.
She is wearing an interwoven silver choker decorated in rainbow-hued oval abalone shells, a threadbare knitted faded white paeline dress detailed with a series of Vornavian orange blossoms, a crocheted jade green and coppery tartan armband stitched with a right-facing white swan, a floriated silver spoon thumb ring, and some scrubby looking sea silk slippers inset with pristine cream pearls.
 
Chamberlain says, "For those of you just joining us, there are memorial bands in the ebonwood bowl on the table."

Speaking to Maylan, you greet, "Hospitaller."
  
Oxhammer says, "Afternoon all."

Mourdeyan smiles.

Everall respectfully says, "Good day all."

Oxhammer and Mourdeyan bash their forearms in greeting.

Speaking to Oxhammer, Tebon says, "Afternoon Ox."

Puptilian says, "Magister."
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Oxhammer says, "Ello there Mo."

Speaking respectfully to Tebon, Everall says, "Good afternoon Sir."
Raelee carefully says, "Greetings."

Oxhammer turns toward Tebon and renders a sharp hand salute.
 
Speaking to Raelee, Tebon says, "M'lady Raelee."
 
Three short, crisp blares of a trumpet fill the air, followed almost immediately by a young voice calling out, "Attend, attend!  The ceremony shall be commencing shortly.  Please make haste to take your place within the Pavilion located in the Vornavian Holdings."

Mourdeyan offers Oxhammer a veniom bound vruul skin weapon harness inlaid with uncut deathstones.
    
Chamberlain says, "For those of you who also may not be aware, we have presented some banners and bucklers and insignias of those who have passed before."

You see several floor stands.  Looking at the stands, you see a triangular crimson banner fashioned from Vornavian silk, a gryphon-embossed ebon leather-wrapped buckler, and a burgundy and black Vornavian silk pennant.
 
Flowing silk of Vornavian make forms a triangular banner, its weave lustrous and fine.  Across the rich crimson field rises a white pegasus, wings unfurled as though caught in mid-ascent.  The charge gleams against the deep ground, every feather picked out in delicate threadwork.  From top left to bottom right, an ebon sash lies draped across the banner, its dark length lending solemn weight to the vivid display.

>l at pennant on stands
Woven of fine Vornavian silk, the pennant displays a field of burgundy and ebon that mingle like shadow and wine.  A border of autumn leaves in gold and russet frames the edges, their painted hues vivid against the dark ground.  Faint charcoal grey threads define the form of an anole, its eyes a stunning combination of gold, russet, ebon, and burgundy.  From top left to bottom right, an ebon sash crosses the design.

Phanna warmly greets, "Good afternoon."

Delindra quietly says, "For those who wish introduction upon the opening of our session, please see myself or Herald Regwen and let us know what Honorifics you prefer."

Missoni cheerfully greets, "Fair eve."

Speaking to Missoni, Sansoni says, "Good evening."
 
Missoni gazes thoughtfully at a burgundy and black Vornavian silk pennant.

Raelee grabs a twisted black willow rod inlaid with verdigris runes from a small silk-lined pocket inside of her white linen robe.

Delindra whispers, "Yes, I'll introduce Members of the Order of the Silver Gryphon, led by the Honorable Sir Guarrin and First Sister-at-arms Mourdeyan?"
 
Hanging his head, Chamberlain lets his fingers trail across the pegasus at the center of the banner.
 
  
 Reaching into the pile of Vornavian silk bands at the bottom of the lacquered ebon bowl that rests on a polished golden linden table, Phanna shakes free an ebon Vornavian silk armband stitched with a gold star.

You turn toward Yukito and render a sharp hand salute.

Regwen says, "For those who wish introduction upon the opening of our session, please see myself or Herald Delindra and let us know what Honorifics you prefer."."

Speaking to Yukito, you greet, "Hospitaller."

Chamberlain says, "Heralds, I will see you at the dais in a moment."
Kothos smiles at Arelder.
 
With a free hand, Phanna wraps the Vornavian silk armband around her upper arm, binding it tightly.
 
You peer east and see ...
[Pavilion of the Swan Afield]
Verdant carpeting stretches beneath a small dais at the far end of the pavilion, where a golden linden chair gleams against the Vornavian silk walls.  Braziers stand to either side, their light warming a silk tapestry that hangs behind, its surface worked with the heraldry of Vornavis.  Above, at the joint of green walls meeting the peaked canopy, several small leather-faced shields form a subtle ring of decoration.  You also see an emerald green linden-seated stool.
Obvious exits: west

Her hand lowered, Corlyne gives Cylnthia a subtle wave.
 
Separating one sheaf from the bundle of wheat stalks, Missoni lifts a green ribbon-tied sheaf of golden wheat from a high-walled and hollow gourd bowl.

Dirra says, "Afternoon all."
 
Speaking to Perigourd, Tebon says, "Good Perigourd."
Perigourd turns toward Dirra and renders a sharp hand salute. 
Speaking warmly to Tebon, Missoni greets, "Sir Tebon."

Tebon bows to Kothos.
Perigourd says, "Fair afternoon all."
 
You cordially greet, "Bathcwyn. Perigourd. Afternoon."
 
Maylan observes, "We should do all courtly business outside. It's real pleasant in here."

 
Regwen says, "For those who wish introduction upon the opening of our session, please see myself or Herald Delindra and let us know what Honorifics you prefer."."
  
Three short, crisp blares of a trumpet fill the air, followed almost immediately by a young voice calling out, "Attend, attend!  The ceremony shall be commencing in five minutes.  Please make haste to take your place within the Pavilion located in the Vornavian Holdings."
 
Juramis huskily asks, "Where is my place here?  I am certainly an honored guest.  Is there a lounge?"

Speaking to Everall, Dirra says, "Wonderful to see you."
Mourdeyan says, "Dust in the wind."
 
You glance around the room.
Speaking to Juramis, Puptilian says, "You are stuck with us little people Juramis."
 
Mourdeyan says, "All we are."

Speaking to Juramis, Missoni says, "Some have been provided with seating, if needed."

Speaking to Juramis, Kothos says, "Please, help yourself to the refreshments, honored guest."

You think to yourself, "I do hope there is a strong sanctuary should Athalia appear"

Speaking huskily to Puptilian, Juramis says, "Back in the dredges of Shanty Town, once more."

Speaking to Juramis, Puptilian says, "Dont look down on the little people. They are just as important as everyone else."

Delindra quietly says, "For those who wish introduction upon the opening of our session, please see myself or Herald Regwen and let us know what Honorifics you prefer."

You bash forearms with Roblar in greeting.

Speaking huskily to Mourdeyan, Juramis asks, "Which flap was it again?"

Speaking to Roblar, you greet, "Commander."

Juramis huskily says, "Ah!  I see.  Thank you."

You peer out and see ...
[Vornavis, Peasant Holdings]
Resting upon a slight incline that overlooks the surrounding holdings is a bright red barn, its roof fashioned of fresh thatching and its walls freshly painted.  The surrounding trees have been cleared from the area, and evidence of where their root structures were still mar the ground.  Several pathways converge here, stretching in every direction through the fields.  You also see the black jade Kothos disk edged with glittering gold, a hazel-eyed wiry grey wolfhound, a black-winged daggerbeak, an amethyst geode-encrusted golem, a lazy wild deep black dog, a forest wolf, a glinting stygian scarab beetle that is flying around and a conical emerald green Vornavian silk pavilion.
Also here: Kothos

Mourdeyan says, "Just thru there."

Yukito put a rose and ivy dining kit in his black suede jacket.
Lord Juramis just trudged away moving out.

Lord Juramis just came trudging in.
Mourdeyan grins impishly.

Three short, crisp blares of a trumpet fill the air, followed almost immediately by a young voice calling out, "Attend, attend!  The ceremony shall be commencing in meer moments.  Please make haste to take your place within the Pavilion located in the Vornavian Holdings.  Your presence is requested at the dais."

Juramis grumbles at Mourdeyan.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Mourdeyan.
Mourdeyan blinks at Juramis.

Maylan asks, "Over yonder?"

Yukito helps himself to an earthen clay dish of thyme and honey-roasted carrots, adding it to his jasmine-painted plate.

Sparks of argent light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of swirling griffin feathers that follow you and your group as you stride east.

[Pavilion of the Swan Afield]
Verdant carpeting stretches beneath a small dais at the far end of the pavilion, where a golden linden chair gleams against the Vornavian silk walls.  Braziers stand to either side, their light warming a silk tapestry that hangs behind, its surface worked with the heraldry of Vornavis.  Above, at the joint of green walls meeting the peaked canopy, several small leather-faced shields form a subtle ring of decoration.  You also see an emerald green linden-seated stool.
Also here: Lady Meliyara, Land Pirate Maylan, Lord Chamberlain
Obvious exits: west
  
Chamberlain dryly says, "I was wondering if anyone would realize that this is the ceremonial room..."
  
Mourdeyan says, "Commander."
 
Golden linden rises into a high back, its surface shaped with flowing detail.  Along the left and right supports, carved swan feathers descend in a graceful cascade, their curves soft against the gleam of the wood.  At the center rests a shield, its form simple yet dignified, while the cresting top bears a cluster of orange blossoms worked with quiet precision.  A cushion of crushed emerald green velvet rests upon the seat, its rich hue deepening the chair's subtle elegance.

Threads of deep emerald weave a uniform backdrop where a swan argent rests with wings lowered.  A copper border encloses the central shield, its edge entwined with a garland of orange blossoms in full bloom.  Behind the swan, a single open gate appears in faint relief, argent lines touched with verdigris to suggest long weathering.
 
You see several small leather-faced shields.  Looking at the shields, you see a dragon-embossed white leather-wrapped buckler, an argent leather-wrapped buckler, a shield-embossed ebon and white leather-wrapped aegis, a lion-embossed cerulean leather-wrapped aegis, a thistle and rose-embossed argent leather-wrapped targe, a sable leather-wrapped targe, and a hind-wrapped azure leather-wrapped aegis.
 
Across the white-tinted field, a rampant dragon coils upward, its body scored with scales in high relief.  Pigment darkens the ridges of wing and claw, lending the beast an impression of restless movement upon the buckler's curve.

At the center rests a greatsword proper, its blade etched with clarity, flanked by thirteen droplets tinted in sanguine.  Above, a fan crested with gules stars spreads in embossed arcs.
  
At the center of the aegis, a lion's head argent emerges in bold relief, its features carved with flowing precision.  Raised embossing defines the mane in layered curls, each lock tinted to catch the light.  Behind the proud visage stretches a field of light cerulean blue, the soft hue lending contrast that heightens the strength of the argent design.

Crossed upon an argent field, a thistle and a white rose form a saltire, their stems raised and leaves sharply tooled.  Violet and ivory tinting soften the leather's surface, their union embossed with stately symmetry.

Embossed upon sable leather, a diagonal band of gules cuts cleanly across the face, dividing the charges.  In the upper sinister quadrant, three argent wings spread in relief, their feathers finely scored and faintly tinted to shimmer against the dark ground.  In the lower dexter, three yew trees rise verdant and tall, their trunks and boughs tooled with sharp detail. 

Embossed upon a leather-wrapped round aegis, a hind argent lies lodged at gaze, its graceful form raised in smooth relief.  Silver tint highlights the gentle curve of flank and antlers, while the creature's calm eyes are fixed outward in quiet watch.  Behind it stretches a field of brilliant azure, the dyed leather rich and deep in tone.

Delindra says, "There are a couple more on their way, Jisandra is helping someone get dressed... at North Market..."

Chamberlain says, "Do we feel all are in attendance--- ah."
 
Speaking to Delindra, Perigourd says, "That seems about right."

Delindra blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.
 
You see several small leather-faced shields.  Looking at the shields, you see a dragon-embossed white leather-wrapped buckler, an argent leather-wrapped buckler, a shield-embossed ebon and white leather-wrapped aegis, a lion-embossed cerulean leather-wrapped aegis, a thistle and rose-embossed argent leather-wrapped targe, a sable leather-wrapped targe, and a hind-wrapped azure leather-wrapped aegis.

Delindra defensively says, "She wants to help us maintain decorum."
 
Embossed upon sable leather, a diagonal band of gules cuts cleanly across the face, dividing the charges.  In the upper sinister quadrant, three argent wings spread in relief, their feathers finely scored and faintly tinted to shimmer against the dark ground.  In the lower dexter, three yew trees rise verdant and tall, their trunks and boughs tooled with sharp detail. 
 
Delindra uncertainly adds, ".... Mostly."

Perigourd glances at a dragon-embossed white leather-wrapped buckler.
  
Speaking to a Vornavian silk tapestry, Wighelm says, "That is a fine tapestry."

Speaking quietly to Delindra, Zepherine says, "That sounds very fancy..."
 
You see Wighelm the Haberdasher.
He appears to be a Human from Talador.
He is average height.  He appears to be approaching his twilight years.  He has tired green eyes and sallow skin.  He has balding, grey hair with a large bald spot.  He has a weathered face, a beak-like nose and bushy eyebrows.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a heavy dark wool coat, some sturdy thrak hide leathers, a weathered dark leather bandolier with dye vials and threading needles, a wrinkled white cotton shirt, a burlap money bag, a supple leather artisan kit, a reticulated black tool belt, some wooly bresuna trousers, and some worn brown leather boots.

Mourdeyan says, "Grand."

Delindra nods at Regwen.
  
Everall glances at several small leather-faced shields and grins.
 
Kothos says, "Gorgeous."

Chamberlain clearly reminds, "I will remind all here to be mindful of proper decorum while under this canvas."

Chamberlain firmly instructs, "Weapons, shields, and the like have no place being drawn here in our court-a-field."

Thrassus says, "Apologies, it's such a part of me I forget I have it in my hand some of the time."
 
(Zepherine fidgets slightly under the scrutinizing eyes of the Chamberlain.)
R 
(Yukito straightens his back slightly, and breathes out as his chin levels.)
 
Stepping to the side of the dais, the Vornavian chamberlain raises his staff of office and thumps the end of it on the flooring of the dais three times.  The dull boom of it echoes through the pavilion.

(Delindra moves to stand beside and slightly back from the Chamberlain, her posture straight but relaxed.)
 
Chamberlain formally intones, "This session of the Court of Vornavis Afield is now in session.  Please make way for Captain of the Vornavian Guard Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr and Vornavian Court Magister Odelgarde Brindlestraffe." 
 
With a graceful movement of her hands, Mourdeyan lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Jarnsaixa.

You slam your fists together in front of your chest before bowing deeply and honoring Jarnsaixa.
  
Odelgarde wanders in.
 
Chamberlain formally announces, "By your leave, I introduce High Priestess Chaerwerdd of the Solhaven Temple to Imaera and High Priest Vothiel of the Solhaven Temple to Lorminstra."
 
You see Dame Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr the Knight Bachelorette.
She appears to be a Giantman of the Grishknel Clan.
She is tall and has lean, well-muscled form.  She appears to be mature.  She has round, slightly hooded and green-tinted hazel eyes and bronze skin.  She has waist-length, smooth sun-lightened, chocolate brown hair twisted into a multitude of warbraids, alternating thin and thick as they hug her skull with each sporadically banded in gold-wired coils.  She has a muscled face, a broken nose and a stern countenance.  An angry, ragged scar trails down her left arm starting at her shoulder and ending at her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a decorative gold aventail incised with symbols of rank and office, a pair of golvern spurs, a gold-banded leather back sheath, a suit of gold-edged full plate of damascened krodera, a wide black leather belt, a faenor-capped brown leather sheath, and some sturdy calf-high boots tightly laced in rawhide.

Chamberlain formally announces, "With great honor, I introduce Dame Falain, Knight-Banneret of the Sun Guard."
 
You see High Priest Vothiel.
He appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
He is taller than average, has a wiry, pencil-thin body, and has nut brown skin.  He has gold-flecked grey eyes.  He has waist length, peppered dark brown hair worn in a tousled mane about his face.  He has a high forehead.
He has a gold-threaded thick woolen cowl wreathing his shoulders and neck, obscuring the lower half of his face.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a key-inlaid ebon candle in his right hand.
He is wearing a gold-strung decorative key symbol, a series of layered black woolen robes, a niveous Vornavian silk surplice edged in snowflake tatting over a high-collared cotton ebon cassock with left-aligned lanyard knot toggles, and a pair of buckled shoes.

 
You see Dame Falain the Knight-Banneret of the Sun Guard.
She appears to be a Human from Selanthia.
She is not tall.  She appears to be mature.  She has kohl-rimmed sea green eyes and dark skin.  She has short, straight raven black hair with a crimson streak cutting back from one brow.  She has a hard face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a heavy gold signet ring, a deep crimson silk cape fastened by a sparkling sunstone clasp, a red-quartered golden vultite shield, a suit of ornate golvern plate emblazoned with crimson sunbursts, a lacquered ebony scabbard chased in gold, and a pair of golvern sabatons bearing gilded spurs.
 
Perigourd whispers to the group, "Indeed, quite a gathering."

 
Chamberlain formally announces, "It is with kind regards that I introduce Lord Paidreg Venquinor of House Venquinor, cousin of House Malwind."
 
Missoni whispers to the group, "Well, that is a surprise."

You slam your fists together in front of your chest before bowing deeply and honoring Paidreg.
Paidreg offers a courtly bow, a faint smile on his face.

Cylnthia bobs a quick curtsy to Paidreg.

(Yukito gasps very slightly, staring at his feet mid-bow, before straightening.)
 
Perigourd whispers to the group, "I haven't seen Paidreg since we rebuilt the Firebird's core."
 
You whisper, "...I am surprised to see him." to your group.
 
Paidreg winks.
 
Perigourd whispers to the group, "Indeed, he doesn't seem to leave the ship much from what I understand."
 
Chamberlain formally announces, "The court of Vornavis would like to welcome Lord Juramis Du'Lasfeur, a Nobleman of Brisker's Cove in the County of Seareach."
 
Helnora whispers to the group, "This is ... quite a lot for a memorial, no? Uncharacteristic? I would not know."

Juramis huskily says, "Thank you for having me."
 
Missoni whispers to the group, "It is more than is usual for a court session, in truth."
 
Chamberlain formally announces, "It is with great affection that we welcome, Seamstress Caelyna Dufryes to today's proceedings."
 
You see Seamstress Caelyna Dufryes.
She appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
She is shorter than average.  She appears to be very young.  She has bright blue-grey eyes and fair skin.  She has shoulder length, curly chestnut hair worn in a single braid.  She has a delicate face, a classical nose and dimpled cheeks.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a corseted moss green dress embroidered with tiny silver swans, a wide silver bracelet studded with pale jade, a soft velvet pouch, and a pair of silver silk slippers.

Chamberlain formally announces, "Please make way for the Lady Athalia Aricia Malwind of Vornavis!"

Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "It amazes me more every day...I know I loved Goldy...but the number of lives  he touched, I didn't recognise how widely he was known."

Athalia turns around. 
You slam your fists together in front of your chest before bowing deeply and honoring Athalia.
 
You see Lady Athalia Malwind.
She appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
She has a curvaceous figure.  She appears to be in the spring of life.  She has moss green-flecked, midnight blue eyes and milky white skin.  She has very long, glossy golden brown hair woven into an elegant crown braid protected by a loosely woven copper chainmaille headpiece trailing white ora and faenor scales.  She has a heart-shaped face, an upturned nose and full clear gloss-sheened lips.  She has glossy copper lacquer brushed onto her perfectly manicured fingernails, which are cut short and rounded.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a swan-emblazoned polished metal gorget, an open-weave overgown of feather-patterned cloth-of-copper with a high-collared Vornavian silk chainse trailing throat to hem cloth-wrapped buttons underneath, an ebon Vornavian silk armband worn on her upper right arm, a reticulated bronze-plated left arm greave affixed to a swan-embossed pauldron, a delicate silver ring, a thrice-wrapped niveous white belt decorated in copper end-caps, a white whorl-stitched emerald green scabbard hanging from the left hip, and a pair of low-heeled suede boots tinted in a warm copper hue.
  
Chamberlain says, "At this time, our Heralds would like to present guests to the court."
 
(Regwen step forward one step.)
Regwen recites:
    "We present and welcome Puptilian Peregrinus Member of the Wehnimer's Landing Militia
     The Defender of Wehnimer's Landing
     Mayor emeritus of Wehnimer's Landing"

Delindra recites:
    "We present and welcome, Emissary Thrassus Feydark Faendryl, Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing"
 
Thrassus performs a bow characteristic of the Faendryl.

Regwen recites:
    "We present and welcome  Hospitaller Yukito Lennan"

Mourdeyan smiles.

Delindra recites:
    "We present and welcome, the Members of the Order of the Silver Gryphon, led by the Sir Guarrin Hjeldin and First Sister-at-arms Mourdeyan Drayk'Art"

You stride a few steps forward.
 
Argent light blooms from your sable plate armor's core as you cross your forearm over your chest and execute a short bow.

Chamberlain nods. 
 
You take a few steps back.

Athalia smiles.
 
Mourdeyan bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.
 
 
Regwen recites:
    "We present and welcome Faelcwyn Phanna Green of the Order of the Swan"
 
You see Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan Drayk'Art the Warrior.
She appears to be a Human.
She is statuesque and has a lithe, muscular physique.  She appears to have come of age.  She has vigilant, silver-flecked midnight blue eyes and rich tawny skin.  She has riotous, golden brown hair twisted into an intricate knot at the nape of her neck and secured by a pair of griffin-carved bone hairsticks.  She has a classical nose and a light scar across her right eyebrow.  She has slender ears with a barely noticeable point to them.
She has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on her finger, a labyrinthine knotwork tattoo comprised of the elements on her neck, a shattered sword tattoo on her arm, a tiny silver talon-shaped spike in her left eyebrow, and a colorful compass rose sleeve tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a green ribbon-tied sheaf of golden wheat in her right hand.
She is wearing an ebon Vornavian silk armband stitched with a gold star, a pair of griffin-carved bone hairsticks, a silver gryphon talisman flecked with rubies, a luxurious black suede cloak with a smoke grey fur collar, a dove grey silk sash, a polished Helden Hall pin, an epauletted ebon brocade bodice, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a curved hawk flight feather, a veil-iron griffin talon talisman, a gold-stitched black velvet bag with cocobolo-knuckled drawstrings, a hammered flask, an ora-edged ebony kilt, and a pair of ankle-tied slippers.

 
Delindra recites:
    "We present and welcome, the Members of the Order of the Azure Sun, Sister-at-arms Serjant Ifanna Aynesworth, Standard Bearer of the Order ov th'... of the... Azure Sun, and Dame Dirra Crawfinn, and Page Arelder Ronne representing... (she fumbles slightly, then tacks on quickly) and Sir Bristenn as well."

  
Regwen recites:
    "We present and welcome Magister Raelee Svala"


(Regwen steps one step back.)
 
Delindra recites:
    "We present and welcome, Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor, Chair of the Gilded Talon Consortium"

Delindra recites:
    "We present and welcome, Protector Kateerina Treyetha"

 
(Delindra bows her head respectfully and steps back.)

 
Athalia smiles.
 
 
(Regwen bows her head respectfully.)
Chamberlain says, "Thank you, Heralds."

 
Chamberlain formally intones, "Let all gathered come to order.  This day, we mark the waning of summer's warmth and the heralding of autumn's bounty.  In honor of the season, High Priestess Chaerwerdd of Imaera shall offer us a few words."
 
Stepping back, the chamberlain yields the floor to Chaerwerdd with a polite inclination of his head.
Liras kisses her fingertips and presses three of them to her heart.


Perigourd turns an inquisitive ear toward Chaerwerdd.
 
Chaerwerdd bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.

 
Chaerwerdd steps before one of the tent's braziers, a small sheaf of wheat cradled in her arms.
Cylnthia bows her head and chants a short prayer, causing golden brown and green light to momentarily coalesce in front of her.

Chaerwerdd plalces a stand housing a small gourd wind chime near the brazier.

Mourdeyan smiles.
Chaerwerdd quietly rejoices, "Blessed is the bounty of Imaera, whose hand has filled our fields and gardens.  From seed to stalk, from blossom to fruit, her gifts have ripened beneath the summer sun.  We gather now in joy, for the harvest is upon us."

Chaerwerdd raises the sheaf high, its golden grains catching the light, then turns to brush her hand across the gourd and wood chimes, sending their rustic notes into the air.


Chaerwerdd solemnly intones, "Yet all seasons must turn.  The light wanes, the days shorten, and the warmth of summer drifts into memory.  We honor the bright days that fed us, and we bid them farewell."


Chaerwerdd lays the sheaf of wheat upon the brazier s coals, the fire flaring as stalk and husk catch flame.

Chaerwerdd quietly reminisces, "As the wheat returns to smoke and ash, so too does summer give way to autumn.  May Imaera guard the earth in its slumber, until spring awakens her once more."


Chaerwerdd lets the chimes fall still, her fingers no longer manipulating its wooden pipes, then faces the gathering with a final gesture toward the entry.

Chaerwerdd gently instructs, "Take a stalk of wheat with you as you depart.  Keep it close until next you visit a bonfire, and there return it to the flame, that the turning of the seasons may be complete and that Imaera's Grace falls upon you in this season of change."


Chaerwerdd bows her head slightly as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy.

Chaerwerdd takes a few steps back.

Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "I love all the ceremony."

Maylan whispers to the group, "Yarr, thare's comfort in the familiar."

Chamberlain steps forward once more, offering a respectful bow to Chaerwerdd before lifting his voice to the gathering.

Chamberlain measuredly intones, "Vornavis thanks the High Priestess Chaerwerdd for her kind words and the blessing of Imaera.  With the season's turning set before us, we now turn to matters of growth and community.  It is my honor to call forward Court Magister Odelgarde Brindlestraffe."


Odelgarde steps forward, walking to the very edge of the dais and pausing to look at those gathered.  She takes a steadying breath and then offers a brief, small smile.

Odelgarde slowly acknowledges, "While most petitions, gathered by Herald Eldric, shall be addressed next week in the formality of court, there is one matter that seemed far more fitting for this day.  Tomorrow marks the turning of the season, and today we have received the blessing of Imaera.  It is, I think, the right moment to share this news."

Odelgarde pauses for a moment, a fleeting look of uncertainty alighting on her features.  She lays a trembling hand upon her abdomen and licks her lips.


Odelgarde quietly shares, "On the twenty-first day of Koaratos this past year, the Order of the Silver Gryphons held a fundraiser, with the intent that its proceeds aid in improvements to the Vornavian Holdings.  Our lands have known a lush season of bloom, and it seemed wise to ensure that prosperity is met with care.  The donations were generous beyond expectation, amounting to one hundred and twelve million silvers."


Odelgarde smiles brightly, her voice having gained confidence as she shared the warm news.

Maylan whispers to the group, "That's a lotta forks."
  
Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Cheering inside."

Kothos whispers to the group, "You bet your sweet bippy."
 
Odelgarde proudly informs, "A good portion of those funds has been set toward refurbishing the barn, which had fallen into deep disrepair.  Once more, it shall house livestock and shelter an apple press, its spaces open to all who wish to make use of them.  More improvements will follow, and the structure shall remain a place of service to the community."

 
Odelgarde lifts her gaze, her eyes shining as she lets them fall on various individuals within the crowd.
 
You whisper, "Everyone was incredibly generous, fine work." to your group.
 
You feel Odelgarde's gaze fall upon you, her expression filled with a mixture of pride, appreciation, and gratitude.

Jisandra whispers to the group, "....can you say bippy at formal court events?"
  
Odelgarde abruptly continues, "Further, homes will be raised for the farmers, many of whom came to us as refugees of Talador.  And a culture pavilion is planned to honor their traditions, so that what was lost with their homes shall not be lost from memory."
 
Helnora whispers to the group, "Its only a baby bip so I'm sure it is fine."
Kothos whispers to the group, "Incredible generosity."
  
You whisper, "Fine work Brother Blud." to your group.

Kothos whispers to the group, "What wonderful news."
 
Missoni whispers to the group, "Oh, that is perfect."
 
Everall whispers to the group, "This truly is good news."
 
Lady Athalia rises with a gracious smile, her voice carrying clearly through the gathering, "Vornavis offers its gratitude to the Order of the Silver Gryphons for their steadfast efforts and their generosity in this great work."
 
Athalia continues, "Through your hands, the Holdings have gained not only a barn renewed but the promise of shelter, livelihood, and memory preserved."

Maylan applauds.
 
Athalia lets her gaze sweep beyond the gathered to the entrance of the pavilion, a look of introspection settling upon her features.
 
Kothos whispers to the group, "I would say the generosity comes from the bidders, I just stood behind a box and shouted things."

Maylan whispers to the group, "I hope we get sheep and goats to care fer."

 
Athalia quietly professes, "We also look to those of Talador who now dwell among us."
 
Athalia allows a small smile to play upon her lips, her gaze returning to those gathered.

Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Everyone did an amazing job."
 
Athalia says, "You have endured much, and yet you have brought your strength, your skills, and your traditions into our care."

Athalia warmly expresses, "Know that you are no longer strangers, but treasured members of our community.  It is our intent to honor your culture as we share our own, that together Vornavis may grow in richness and in kinship."

Arelder takes a moment to observe Athalia.
 
Athalia returns to her seat, a small nod offered to the chamberlain.

Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "I have been a citizen for a bit now...never been more happy that I moved to haven."

Chamberlain measuredly states, "With thanks given, we turn now from the blessings of bounty and the labors of renewal to remembrance.  Vornavis calls forward High Priest Vothiel of Lorminstra, that we may honor the memory of Sir Goldstr, whose service and spirit remain with us still."
 
Maylan whispers to the group, "Aye, it's a lovely place to call home."

Meliyara reaches up with her opposite hand and places it upon her Vornavian silk armband, bowing her head slightly as she gazes downwards.

You lay your palm across the arching symbol of two knotwork grizzly bears on your vultite brooch, your fingers curling around the vultite edges, and bow your head in a moment of respect for all those that have come before you, for all those who have fallen at your side, and for those that are yet to come.
Arelder nods slowly.
 
Kothos whispers to the group, "Same, Mourdeyan.  I have been a citizen for years now, and it has always been a welcoming, warm place."


Phanna reaches up with her opposite hand and places it upon her Vornavian silk armband, bowing her head slightly as she gazes downwards.

Vothiel lights the ebon candle, which flickers and begins to burn.
 
Vothiel folds his hands.

(Mauss quickly brushes a finger underneath his eyes.)
  
Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Exactly so, thank you all."

You see High Priest Vothiel.
He appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
He is taller than average, has a wiry, pencil-thin body, and has nut brown skin.  He has gold-flecked grey eyes.  He has waist length, peppered dark brown hair worn in a tousled mane about his face.  He has a high forehead.
He has a gold-threaded thick woolen cowl wreathing his shoulders and neck, obscuring the lower half of his face.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold-strung decorative key symbol, a series of layered black woolen robes, a niveous Vornavian silk surplice edged in snowflake tatting over a high-collared cotton ebon cassock with left-aligned lanyard knot toggles, and a pair of buckled shoes.

Nyssia tilts her head down.
Vothiel softly intones, "Lorminstra, guide of souls, keeper of the Ebon Gate, bless this flame.  As a candle drives back darkness, so let memory drive back despair.  As its light flickers yet endures, so let love and honor endure within us, until we are reunited with those gone before."

Vothiel measuredly counsels, "Grief can weigh heavily, but remembrance helps us through these dark days.  To speak of the departed, to hold their memory together, is to keep them present in spirit."

Roblar places a hand over his heart.
 
Mourdeyan reaches up with her opposite hand and places it upon her Vornavian silk armband, bowing her head slightly as she gazes downwards.

 
Teveriel stares outward, his expression black and tinged with melancholy, as he clutches the vaalorn plate-and-mail at his breast.
  
Vothiel's eyes crinkle upward at the edges, though the rest of his face is concealed by the folds of his thick woolen cowl.
 
Everall lowers his head and places one arm over his heart, gripping his gold silk doublet at the waist with his other hand.  He appears to be whispering to himself.

Mourdeyan smiles.
Vothiel amusedly reflects, "I know Sir Goldstr would be embarrassed by the outpouring of emotion we have shared.  He was a man who preferred others take the limelight.  But sometimes, the living need this shared time to heal.  And so we speak of him."

Vothiel lightly passes to the right side of the dais, leaving the candle behind him.  Lifting his head, he gazes at the ceiling of the pavilion.
 
Vothiel tenderly reminisces, "I recall once, while in Wehnimer s Landing on an errand, hearing his voice ring out across the square.  He called to all who would listen, urging them to come watch the stars and learn their tale.  It was a simple thing, yet it has stayed with me, a reminder of his spirit."

 
Vothiel solemnly shares, "With this memory in mind, Vornavis honors him now.  By commission of the House of Malwind, a gift has been crafted  two constellation lanterns, that their light may remind us of the stars he so loved.  One will be placed at the Cascade of Tears, for those of Vornavis to use in remembrance.  The other shall be sent to Wehnimer's Landing, that his spirit may be honored where he so often stood."


Vothiel removes an emerald green Vornavian silk cloth patterned in white swan feathers from in his layered woolen robes.

Vothiel unties the bindings and folds back the edges of his Vornavian silk cloth to reveal a star-etched golden lantern positioned perfectly in its center.
 .
Mourdeyan gulps.
 
Thrassus nods approvingly.
 
Juramis agrees with Vothiel.

Perigourd whispers to the group, "Very fitting tribute to Sir Goldstr."

You whisper, "That is a fine memorial." to your group.

Helnora whispers to the group, "Beautifully done."
Vothiel quietly introduces, "At this time, Lord Juramis would like to share a word."

 
Tebon whispers to the group, "A very fitting memorial for him."
 
Delindra's brows furrow together, a single tear streaking its way down her cheek.

 
Missoni whispers to the group, "It is quite perfect."
 
Mauss agrees with you. .
Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Indeed, he would blush and be quietly so honoreed."

Oxhammer whispers to the group, "Worthy of him."

Inclining his head slightly, Vothiel offers the most minimal of bows with an air of utmost politeness.
Juramis huskily says, "I had the honor to fight beside Sir Goldstr once.  He was an amazingly skilled warrior."

Juramis huskily says, "Battlefields are not the only place we must endure the fight.  There is often conflict and strife in each of us, for our own reasons.  The loss of a hero is one that requires us to contemplate how we must come to understand what role that hero served, and how we go forward without them."

Kothos whispers to the group, "It is certainly more appealing than a bowl of Helga's stew, so I am glad they chose the stars instead of his other nightly habit."

Juramis huskily says, "When someone like Sir Goldstr is no longer able to hold the sword, we must keep our banners high and know that his duty now falls upon the rest of us.  Or, if such a thing is possible, another who is able to grow as capable."
 
Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Indeed Kothos! he loved his vittles that man."

Vothiel's eyes crinkle upward at the edges, though the rest of his face is concealed by the folds of his thick woolen cowl.

Vothiel slowly folds the edges of his Vornavian silk cloth over his lantern and binds it in place with a slender cord.
 
Juramis bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Vothiel says, "Lord Thrassus..."
 
Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "I hope all know, especially those close to him, how much he valued your friendship."

Thrassus asks, "Yes?"

Speaking formally to Thrassus, Vothiel says, "As an envoy of the Landing, I ask you to accept this lantern, as symbol of shared remembrance between Vornavis and the Landing, and as tribute to Sir Goldstr's enduring light.  Please provide it to your Mayor that she may find a proper home for it."

Thrassus nods slowly.
Thrassus says, "I shall be honored to do so."
 
Vothiel offers Thrassus an emerald green Vornavian silk cloth patterned in white swan feathers.
 
Liras whispers to the group, "I didn't know him well, but he was always kind as can be when we did speak. A good man and a good warrior."

Vothiel solemnly concludes, "May these lanterns shine as reminders of the light we hold in memory, and of the bonds we share across distance and loss.  So long as the stars endure, so too shall the spirit of Sir Goldstr."
 
Vothiel bows his head, then steps back, offering a quiet nod to the chamberlain as he yields the floor.
 
You nod appreciatively at Vothiel.

Meliyara reaches up with her opposite hand and places it upon her Vornavian silk armband, bowing her head slightly as she gazes downwards.

Chamberlain inclines his head respectfully in acknowledgement of Vothiel's surrendering of the floor.
  
Chamberlain formally announces, "With honor given to the memory of Sir Goldstr, we now turn to matters of the present.  Dame Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr, Captain of the Vornavian Guard, has requested to make her report before the court. Vornavis bids her step forward and be heard."

Jisandra tilts her head toward Jarnsaixa, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Mourdeyan turns an inquisitive ear toward Jarnsaixa.
 
Jarnsaixa balls her hand into a fist and pounds it against a knotwork bronze brooch worn at her shoulder.  Once, twice, and three times she strikes as a fierce look of determination settles about her. 
Jarnsaixa strides forward, boots striking firmly upon the wooden dais.  She clasps her hands behind her back, her posture straight as she surveys the assembly.

 
Maylan whispers to the group, "I sure am glad that lass is on our side."

Jarnsaixa steadily acknowledges, "By leave of the chamberlain, I bring my report before the court."
Helnora whispers to the group, "Me too."
 
You whisper, "Aye, as am I." to your group.

Chamberlain inclines his head.
  
Jarnsaixa takes a few steps to her right.
 
Mauss whispers to the group, "I sure hope she stays on Northwatch's side."

Jarnsaixa shares, "It is not of battle nor of walls held, but of a life lived in loyalty, duty, and honor that I wish to present to you today."
 
Jarnsaixa thoughtfully continues, "These are the markings that endure beyond the clash of arms, and they are the truest measure of one's worth in service."
 
Jarnsaixa measuredly considers, "For three years, I have known her strength and service.  In that time, I have marked her loyalty, her compassion, and her resolve.  Yet I am not alone in this.  The Order of the Silver Gryphons bears twenty years of witness, and their voices tell of courage and humility, of mentorship and unity, of one who steadies others and makes all feel valued."

Jarnsaixa tilts her head back, her gaze rising to the roof of the pavilion.
Mourdeyan squints.
 
Jarnsaixa firmly contemplate, "She has been called a shield among the people, the bond that cements vows, the hand that encourages, and the voice that strengthens.  These are not passing words, but the signs of one whose spirit carries honor as surely as any sword or shield."

Jarnsaixa measuredly offers, "In her own practice, she keeps her weapons in her own care, and she teaches the young to do the same.  As a squire, she learned through trial and through guidance, and she honors those who mentored her, not least of which was Sir Goldstr."

In a moment of deep reverence, Jarnsaixa slips her eyes closed and touches an intertwining symbol of an amber-eyed knotwork wolf on her bronze brooch with the tips of her fingers.

Jarnsaixa evenly shares, "When set to guard a charge, she places safety before will.  On loyalty and blind obedience, she holds that loyalty is earned and that empty obedience surrenders judgment.  In crisis, she will step in or delegate as duty requires."

Jarnsaixa steadily submits, "She measures a battle not by the fallen, but by how many rise and walk away.  She serves where the whole is best served, whether on watch or at front.  Mercy, to her, is strength and a cornerstone."

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.
 
Jarnsaixa gravely offers, "When an oath is broken, she counsels first and then seeks rightful authority.  She does not train in dishonor, but trains leaders and keeps faith with the Order.  Of wounds unseen, she knows the spirit carries what the body forgets."

Jarnsaixa turns around.
Jarnsaixa kneels before Athalia.
 
Speaking solemnly to Athalia, Jarnsaixa queries, "With two decades of witness from the Order, and the years I have marked myself, I turn to you, my lady.  Should not such service be honored?"

Athalia gives Jarnsaixa a considering look, her eyes alight with a smile that her lips do not display.

Falain leans forward, the shift in her posture almost imperceptible.

Speaking thoughtfully to Jarnsaixa, Athalia inquires, "You ask if such service should be honored.  It is no small thing to weigh, for honor must be carried by more than words.  It must be proven, again and again, across years and trials.  Do you believe it so?"

Jarnsaixa nods once.
Jarnsaixa states, "I do, my lady.  I have seen it with my own eyes, and others have borne witness for far longer.  It is beyond dispute."
 
Athalia smiles , at last, and lifts her gaze beyond Jarnsaixa as if seeking a face in the assembly.
Athalia gently asks, "And do you think she would accept such a charge?  To bear the weight of knighthood not for herself alone, but for the people she serves?"

Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Okay, allow me a good bout of tears."

Jarnsaixa nods once.
Jarnsaixa states, "I believe she already does, my lady.  The oath would only give name to the life she has long lived."

Maylan whispers to the group, "As is yer right, surely."
 
Athalia stands up.

Athalia allows a quiet moment to pass, her gaze sweeping the gathered court before returning to Jarnsaixa.  Her hand rests lightly upon the scabbard at her side.

Mauss whispers to the group, "No argument from me!"
Kothos whispers to the group, "You will have company in your tears."
 
You see Lady Athalia Malwind.
She appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
She has a curvaceous figure.  She appears to be in the spring of life.  She has moss green-flecked, midnight blue eyes and milky white skin.  She has very long, glossy golden brown hair woven into an elegant crown braid protected by a loosely woven copper chainmaille headpiece trailing white ora and faenor scales.  She has a heart-shaped face, an upturned nose and full clear gloss-sheened lips.  She has glossy copper lacquer brushed onto her perfectly manicured fingernails, which are cut short and rounded.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a swan-emblazoned polished metal gorget, an open-weave overgown of feather-patterned cloth-of-copper with a high-collared Vornavian silk chainse trailing throat to hem cloth-wrapped buttons underneath, an ebon Vornavian silk armband worn on her upper right arm, a reticulated bronze-plated left arm greave affixed to a swan-embossed pauldron, a delicate silver ring, a thrice-wrapped niveous white belt decorated in copper end-caps, a white whorl-stitched emerald green scabbard hanging from the left hip, and a pair of low-heeled suede boots tinted in a warm copper hue.

Athalia kindly admonishes, "Then let it be so.  In my father's absence, as Lady of Vornavis, I have the authority to confer this honor.  Let Sister-at-arms Mourdeyan Drayk'Art be brought forward, that Vornavis, Solhaven, and all those gathered may witness her knighting."

Missoni whispers to the group, "You may have them if I am allowed to also."

Falain finally smiles.
Delindra gives Mourdeyan a strong, encouraging smile.
Lylia turns to face Mourdeyan.
Meliyara applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
 
Kothos smiles at Mourdeyan.
Jarnsaixa stands up.
Dirra whispers something to Mourdeyan.
Kippe smiles quietly to himself.
Tebon smiles at Mourdeyan.
Phanna gives Mourdeyan a strong, encouraging smile.
 
You flash a wide grin at Mourdeyan.

Jarnsaixa paces to her right, moving in a circle around a golden linden chair.

Arelder flashes a wide grin at Mourdeyan.
Bristenn nods firmly at Mourdeyan.
Helnora nods firmly.
Mourdeyan walks toward Athalia.
Roblar adopts an agreeable expression.
Jisandra beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Helnora nods approvingly at Mourdeyan.
Maylan beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Oxhammer turns toward Mourdeyan and renders a sharp hand salute.
Missoni's face lights up with joy for Mourdeyan.
Dirra applauds Mourdeyan.
Liras hoots.
Puptilian grins at Mourdeyan.
Olivianne grins at Mourdeyan.
Corlyne smiles.
Missoni applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Yavs turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
Svantai smiles at Mourdeyan.
Perigourd lets loose a loud whoop of delight.
Kateerina nods at Mourdeyan.
Liras turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
 
Mourdeyan bows respectfully before Jarnsaixa, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
Roblar beams at Mourdeyan, his eyes filled with delight!
 
Tebon nods approvingly.
Sythril smiles.
Cylnthia applauds Mourdeyan encouragingly.
Teveriel gazes respectfully at Mourdeyan.
Sirona applauds.
Juramis bows respectfully before Mourdeyan, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
Kothos applauds Mourdeyan.
Arelder applauds.
Paidreg whispers something to Mourdeyan.
Athalia smiles warmly at Mourdeyan.
Everall gazes admiringly at Mourdeyan.
Madmountan beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Yukito applauds warmly.
Thrassus nods approvingly.
Sansoni applauds.
Her eyes shining with excitement, Liras looses an exultant crow of delight.
Sirona smiles at Mourdeyan.
Kippe applauds Mourdeyan.
Arelder applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Mourdeyan blinks.
Mauss is admiring Mourdeyan.
Jisandra applauds.
Caelyna nods approvingly.
Zepherine applauds Mourdeyan.
Everall applauds Mourdeyan loudly.
Xorus applauds.
Sansoni gazes fondly at Mourdeyan.
Kateerina beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Dirra whispers something to Mourdeyan.
Regwen applauds Mourdeyan.
Mourdeyan bows respectfully before Athalia, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
Madmountan applauds Mourdeyan.
Svantai applauds politely.
Oxhammer gazes fondly at Mourdeyan.

Speaking warmly to Mourdeyan, Athalia asks, "Would you take a knee before us, Sister-at-Arms Mourdeyan Drayk'Art?"

Lylia beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Khazaann concentrates deeply for a moment.

Mourdeyan kneels before Athalia.

Helnora gazes admiringly at Mourdeyan.
Delindra beams!
Helnora smiles quietly to herself.

Athalia solemnly affirms, "You kneel before the court of Vornavis, before the people who have known your service, your strength, and your compassion.  To take the mantle of knighthood is no light thing.  It is no mere honor, but a lifelong oath.  Before this assembly, I ask you to answer truly."

Liras grins at Mourdeyan.
Dirra smiles softly.
Everall turns an inquisitive ear toward Athalia.

Helnora whispers to the group, "I don't suppose we're allowed to scream-cheer in Court?"

Speaking clearly to Mourdeyan, Athalia intones, "Do you swear to defend Vornavis, its people, and the Turamzzyrian Empire with loyalty and courage, even should the cost be your own life?"
 
You whisper, "We save that for later." to your group.
Mourdeyan says, "Aye Lady Malwind, for all my days."

Kothos whispers to the group, "Not usually, but we'll get a chance to do so soon- ah, what Sir Guarrin said."
 
Athalia draws her knighting sword from her emerald green scabbard and holds it before her, careful of the dangers that may await.
 
Speaking clearly to Mourdeyan, Athalia intones, "Do you swear to uphold justice with wisdom, mercy, and humility, remembering always that strength without compassion is but cruelty?"
  
Mourdeyan says, "With all I am."


Mourdeyan nods at Athalia.
Speaking clearly to Mourdeyan, Athalia intones, "Do you swear to guard the weak, honor the worthy, and keep faith with your brothers and sisters-in-arms, never forsaking them in their hour of need?"

Mourdeyan says, "Aye indeed."
 
Roblar nods with satisfaction.
  
Speaking clearly to Mourdeyan, Athalia intones, "Do you swear to carry this honor not as burden nor as boast, but as truth, living so that your deeds speak louder than your words?"
 
Mourdeyan says, "Never a burden, alwys as you say."
Athalia smiles.
Athalia lays the tip of her ceremonial knighting sword and rests it lightly upon I right shoulder.
Phanna gazes with interest at Mourdeyan.

Tebon smiles at Mourdeyan.
Everall gazes admiringly at Mourdeyan. 
Mourdeyan smiles at Athalia.
  
Athalia lays the tip of her ceremonial knighting sword and rests it lightly upon right shoulder of Mourdeyan.

Athalia solemnly intones, "Then by the authority vested in me as Lady of Vornavis, and in the name of House Malwind, I hereby knight you."

Phanna applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Helnora nods approvingly.
Roblar applauds Mourdeyan loudly.
Helnora flashes a wide grin.
Sirona smiles quietly to herself.
Liras grins at Mourdeyan.
Khazaann smiles at Mourdeyan.
Delindra lets out a cheer!
Dirra whispers something to Mourdeyan.
Maylan stands up.
Regwen beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Kippe turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
Meliyara applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Ifanna lets loose a loud whoop of delight.
Perigourd turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!


Athalia lifts the tip of her ceremonial knighting sword from right shoulder of Mourdeyan, passing it over her head,  and tapping it lightly upon her left shoulder.


You flash a wide grin.
Maylan applauds loudly.
Kateerina applauds.
Helnora applauds.
Mauss nods firmly.
Lylia applauds Mourdeyan.
Oxhammer applauds Mourdeyan.
Khazaann applauds Mourdeyan.
Missoni applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Dirra smiles at Mourdeyan.
Jisandra lets out a cheer!
Olivianne applauds politely.
Kothos applauds Mourdeyan.
Zepherine turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
Helnora bursts out in a resounding cheer!
Regwen applauds Mourdeyan.
Missoni turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
Cylnthia applauds.
Thrassus applauds.
Liras lets out a cheer!
Sansoni applauds Mourdeyan.
Arelder applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Olivianne glances nervously around the room.
Roblar bursts out in a resounding cheer!
Corlyne applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Tebon applauds Mourdeyan.


Athalia solemnly pronounces, "Rise, Dame Mourdeyan Drayk'Art, and bear this title in service to crown, people, and the ideals you have sworn."


Clasping his hands before him, Oxhammer solemnly closes his eyes and bows his head toward Mourdeyan in a sign of the utmost respect.

Juramis applauds.
Yavs applauds Mourdeyan.
Svantai applauds.
Yukito applauds Mourdeyan.

Puptilian applauds Mourdeyan.
Kothos gazes admiringly at Mourdeyan.
Teveriel applauds Mourdeyan.

Mourdeyan says, "You honor me beyond anything I deserve."

You applaud Mourdeyan.

Arelder applauds Mourdeyan loudly.
Sythril applauds.
Kippe applauds Mourdeyan.
Madmountan turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
Everall beams at Mourdeyan and claps his hands together in delight!
Xorus applauds Mourdeyan.
Cylnthia beams at Mourdeyan and claps her hands together in delight!
Perigourd applauds Mourdeyan warmly.
Paidreg applauds Mourdeyan.
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "Congratulations, my dear friend."
Sansoni stands up.
Jisandra beams!
Dirra turns toward Mourdeyan and renders a sharp hand salute.
Wighelm applauds Mourdeyan.
Kothos turns to Mourdeyan and cheers!
Delindra smiles.
Sansoni turns toward Mourdeyan and renders a sharp hand salute.
Mourdeyan stands up.
Falain turns toward Mourdeyan and renders a sharp hand salute.
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Liras exclaims, "You do deserve it!


Athalia kindly offers, "May your sword be keen, but your judgment keener.  May your shield be strong, but your mercy stronger still.  And may your name, joined now to the brotherhood of knighthood, be remembered not for pride, but for the light you bring to others."

Maylan whispers to the group, "Well met, Lady Dame Miss Mourdeyan!"
 
Everall turns toward Mourdeyan and renders a sharp hand salute.
Maylan walks over to the stool and settles down.
Liras just nudged Mourdeyan.
Sansoni sits down.
Phanna beams happily at Mourdeyan!
Helnora bows her head slightly toward Mourdeyan as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.
 
Athalia lowers the blade, resting her hand briefly upon the shoulder Mourdeyan and offering her a kind smile.

Svantai whispers to the group, "Congratulations."

Speaking firmly to Mourdeyan, Falain says, "For the Empire, always."

Yukito flashes a wide grin.
Speaking quietly to Mourdeyan, Roblar says, "Congratulations, Dame."

You see Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan Drayk'Art the Warrior.
She appears to be a Human.
She is statuesque and has a lithe, muscular physique.  She appears to have come of age.  She has vigilant, silver-flecked midnight blue eyes and rich tawny skin.  She has riotous, golden brown hair twisted into an intricate knot at the nape of her neck and secured by a pair of griffin-carved bone hairsticks.  She has a classical nose and a light scar across her right eyebrow.  She has slender ears with a barely noticeable point to them.
She has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on her finger, a labyrinthine knotwork tattoo comprised of the elements on her neck, a shattered sword tattoo on her arm, a tiny silver talon-shaped spike in her left eyebrow, and a colorful compass rose sleeve tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an ebon Vornavian silk armband stitched with a gold star, a pair of griffin-carved bone hairsticks, a silver gryphon talisman flecked with rubies, a luxurious black suede cloak with a smoke grey fur collar, a dove grey silk sash, a polished Helden Hall pin, an epauletted ebon brocade bodice, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a curved hawk flight feather, a veil-iron griffin talon talisman, a gold-stitched black velvet bag with cocobolo-knuckled drawstrings, a hammered flask, an ora-edged ebony kilt, and a pair of ankle-tied slippers.
Roblar flashes a wide grin.

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kippe congratulates, "Well earned, friend."
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Dirra says, "Congratulations."
 
Kateerina softly says, "Well deserved."
Puptilian says, "Congratulations."
 
You whisper, "We will need to get some boots made for those spurs." to your group.

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Cylnthia congratulates, "Very well earned, Dame Mourdeyan."

Kothos gazes proudly at Mourdeyan.
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Oxhammer says, "Well I guess Sister Mo has been retired."
Tebon flashes a wide grin.
Tebon agrees with you.
Caelyna smiles.

Athalia sinks down in a deep curtsy before Mourdeyan, her lashes lowered.
Helnora gazes proudly at Mourdeyan.
Yukito grins at you.
 
Helnora nods firmly.
Mourdeyan grins at Oxhammer.
Delindra smiles.
Oxhammer turns toward Mourdeyan and renders a sharp hand salute.
Mourdeyan clears her throat.
Kippe begins chuckling at Oxhammer!
Oxhammer says, "I Salute you Dame Mourdeyan."

Roblar's fingers briefly touch his brow as he renders a casual salute to Mourdeyan.

Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven before Mourdeyan.

Mourdeyan says, "Thank you all so very kindly, I will do my utmost to honor the title."

Jarnsaixa bows respectfully before Mourdeyan, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Mourdeyan bows respectfully before Athalia, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Odelgarde strides a few steps forward. 

Odelgarde offers Mourdeyan an emerald green Vornavian silk cloth patterned in white swan feathers.
 
Folding his left arm behind his back and dipping to one knee, Mauss bows respectfully to Mourdeyan and inclines his head.

Odelgarde whispers something to Mourdeyan.
 
Mourdeyan accepts Odelgarde's Vornavian silk cloth.

Odelgarde smiles at Mourdeyan.

Speaking quietly to Mourdeyan, Kothos asks, "You okay, over there?"
 
You quietly whisper to Mourdeyan, "Congratulations, Dame Mourdeyan!"
 
Mourdeyan gawks at an emerald green Vornavian silk cloth patterned in white swan feathers.

Chamberlain steps forward once more, lifting his voice to rise over the chatter and managing not to shout.  He strikes his staff three times upon the wood of the dais.
 
Mourdeyan says, "Oh my."
 
Mourdeyan removes a pair of golden spurs from in her Vornavian silk cloth.
 
Chamberlain clearly announces, "Thus is the ceremony complete.  Vornavis bears witness to the oaths taken this day, and to the honor now bestowed.  Let it be remembered in deed as well as in word."
 
Maylan exclaims, "Hear hear!"
 
Mourdeyan says, "Thank you Lord Chamberlain."
  
You whisper, "Seems like we will need to work on heraldry a bit." to your group.

 
Chamberlain says, "Now, my lords and ladies, good folk of the court, the time is ours to share in lighter company.  Refreshments have been prepared near the entry so that all may offer their congratulations and fellowship together."
 
Perigourd whispers to the group, "Perhaps another presentation on the subject."

 
You nod in agreement at Perigourd.
 
Chamberlain gestures toward the entryway, where a table await, then steps aside.
 
Mourdeyan exclaims, "Freshments!"

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "Now that we're done, I think you could use this."
 
Maylan says, "That's the best part."
 
Tebon whispers to the group, "In my defense, it was nae mentioned when I was Knighted."
  
Mourdeyan says, "I hear the gryphon apple cider is amazing."

Tebon whispers to the group, "Nae that I recall."

Land Pirate Maylan strides west amidst a cacophony of chinchilla snorfles.
 
Speaking warmly to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "Congratulations, Mourde.  You deserve all your laurels and more."

Gutstorm hugs Mourdeyan, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
 
Mourdeyan gives Roblar a friendly hug.
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Tebon says, "Congratulations Dame Mourdeyan."

Roblar smiles.
Roblar gives Mourdeyan a friendly hug.

Oxhammer offers Mourdeyan a silver-forged flagon of spiced cinnamon apple ale.
  
Vothiel says, "I wish you all well in your celebrations this done."

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "You still look a little stunned.  Dame."

Vothiel bows respectfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Speaking to Chaerwerdd, Puptilian says, "Thank you for giving our Lady Imaera's grace today."

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Regwen says, "Congratulations,  Dame Mourdeyan."

Speaking warmly to Mourdeyan, Lylia says, "Dame Mourdeyan. It has quite the euphonious ring to it."
 
Delindra whispers to the group, "....Whew. I shall need several drinks."

Delindra stares off into space.

You nod in agreement at Puptilian.
Lylia gives Mourdeyan a friendly hug.

Chaerwerdd says, "I was pleased to do so."
 
You whisper, "Fine work yet again!" to your group.
 
Chaerwerdd says, "You should return in two months when we hold another."
 
Kothos whispers to the group, "I am somehow standing, still.  Despite feeling like I have collapsed into a sobbing puddle."
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Oxhammer asks, "Does this mean I have to be nice to you now?"

Speaking to Chaerwerdd, Puptilian says, "I will.   Thank you.  I will bring that message to the Sisters in the Shrine at the Landing."

Speaking respectfully to Mourdeyan, Everall says, "Dame Mourdeyan... well deserved."
  
Speaking simply to Mourdeyan, Falain says, "Do not feel overwhelmed by your new responsibilities.  You have already been living them day by day, if the crowd's testimony is any evidence."

Mourdeyan blushes a nice shade of pink.
 
Chaerwerdd says, "Please, do.  All are welcome."

Puptilian says, "The Green Sisters will be happy to hear that."
   
You nod in agreement at Falain.

Gutstorm grunts his thanks.
 
Mourdeyan says, "Thank you all for the kind words...hugs work both ways, and I try not to intrude on personal space."

 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Mauss exclaims, "If folks's reactions mean stuff, it seems like this honor's overdue if anythin'!"

 
Kothos says, "If we clear the Outlands..."
  
Wighelm says, "It was a lovely ceremony.  It sounds richly deserved."

Folding his left arm behind his back and dipping to one knee, Mauss bows respectfully to Mourdeyan and inclines his head.
 
Athalia says, "Let us hope that next week's court session goes so smoothly."

Athalia smiles.

Kothos says, "Could we find a way to rescue those poor dobrem."

You whisper, "Once the Dames and Lady Athalia take their leave, we will move to refreshments." to your group.

 
Delindra hopefully asks, "Drink?"
 
Mourdeyan smiles as she bows deeply in front of Lady AThalia and those assembled

Speaking to Athalia, Thrassus asks, "Oh? What day is it being held on?"
Speaking to you, Kothos asks, "You have some experience with dogs.  Do you think they could be fostered?"

Athalia says, "One week from this."

 
Speaking to Kothos, you say, "Worth trying."


Speaking to Thrassus, Jarnsaixa says, "I will likely see you in the landing regarding that other matter."


Speaking to Perigourd, Kothos asks, "We know quite a few of those, don't we?"

Mourdeyan whispers to the group, "Everyone no worries, go eat, go do stuff...really."
 
 
Mourdeyan asks, "Kothos?"
 
Mourdeyan removes a gold-stitched black velvet bag with cocobolo-knuckled drawstrings from her belt.

Jarnsaixa says, "Be safe and well."
Dame Jarnsaixa's group just went west.

    
You ask, "Shall we head for the refreshments then and celebrate Dame Mourdeyan?"
 
Speaking to Falain, Odelgarde asks, "Dame Falain, would you join me for refreshments?"
 
Mourdeyan says, "Aye lets."

Jisandra quietly says, "It seems wrong the Cholenites don't have drinks in their hands yet at a party."
  
Mourdeyan says, "Roblar always seems to know where the ale is."
 
Speaking quietly to Odelgarde, Raelee greets, "Magister."

Yukito nods politely at Paidreg.

Lylia says, "I knew from the moment Jarnsaixa began to speak that she could mean none other than Dame Mourdeyan. How eloquently she spoke."

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Maylan says, "Congrats to you, Lady Dame Miss."
 
Paidreg squints at a weathered vellum page.
 
Caelyna says, "I have never personally witnessed a knighting, this was a wonderful suprise."

 
Speaking to Jisandra, Kothos says, "You could have ended that sentence with "It seems wrong the Cholenites don't have drinks."."
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Teveriel says, "Yes, congratulations, Dame Mourdeyan."

  
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Meliyara congratulates, "A well deserved honor, Dame."
 
You exclaim, "To Dame Mourdeyan!"

 
Speaking warmly to Mourdeyan, Missoni says, "Dame Mourdeyan, congratulations."


Speaking to Ifanna, Caelyna says, "Good day, I do not usually leave my shop, but I was free today."
  
Lylia exclaims, "To Dame Mourdeyan!"


Puptilian asks, "How long are  you staying?"
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Zepherine says, "My congratulations."

  
Odelgarde says, "I should learn to carry kerchiefs with me.... my... hands..."


  
Mourdeyan says, "If I may."

 
Mourdeyan recites:
    "If I may take a moment"

Oxhammer says, "Lets give Dame Mourde the room please."

Kateerina softly says, "You may have all the moments."
 
Mourdeyan says, "You are my friends and family...more dear than my own since they have all gone. I cherish your friendship, it is my haven and my honor to be among you."
  
Mourdeyan turns to face you.
 
Oxhammer says, "We kinda like you to Dame Mourde."

You raise your cinnamon apple ale in a toast!
 
Helnora casually jests, "She's alright, I guess."
Helnora appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Delindra grins at Mourdeyan.

Mourdeyan says, "Thank you sir, for your guidance and forebearance in the face of sometimes foolishness."
 
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, you say, "These paths are never easy. You have always been an inspiration. From your test to today."
 
Madmountan raises his pewter turret stein in a toast and proclaims:
    "To the curmudgeonly among us, may you drink in surly and judgmental silence!"
  
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Tebon says, "I'll catch up wit ye's later on Dame, well deserved an' well earned."
  
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Tebon says, "Feh, I did nuthin' lass, this was all you."
Mourdeyan says, "And YOU."
Od 
Mourdeyan turns to face Oxhammer.

Mourdeyan says, "You will always be my brother."

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Delindra says, "Well put."
 
Oxhammer glances at you.
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "May Mistress Ivas grant you her passion and grace, and take a little well wishes and hopes from me, too."
   
(Yukito circles Mourdeyan in a burst of elvishly youthful playfullness, then stills and smiles broadly.)
 
Mourdeyan says, "Squire...I hope you took notes in case your mentor wants a full accounting for the record."
 
Speaking awkwardly to Falain, Odelgarde asks, "How long will you be this far west, Dame?"
 
Speaking lightly to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "Oh, I have some ideas."
 
Speaking quietly to Caelyna, Sirona says, "I frequent you shop occasionally. Its good to see you about."

Speaking simply to Mourdeyan, Raelee states, "I have been informed that offering congratulations is considered appropriate in such a situation as this.  Thus, they are offered."

Speaking to Everall, Puptilian says, "What did I tell you earlier.  There is an example for you."
 
Speaking to Odelgarde, Falain says, "The matter of affairs north of here still consume my attention."
 
Speaking to Odelgarde, Falain says, "I admit, I did not expect to be gone from Tamzyrr for so long as this, but it has been good to come to know the North."
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "She's already in great hands, but I will do my best to keep up."

 
Speaking to Falain, Perigourd says, "Quite a bit different."

 
Speaking casually to Kothos, Helnora says, "...eventually. I'm sure."

 
Speaking to Falain, Odelgarde says, "Vornavis has always been home, but it certainly has a way of winning hearts not native, too."
 
Missoni nods in agreement at Odelgarde.
 
Maylan says, "Vornavis has won my heart, surely and wholly."

Speaking to Odelgarde, Raelee agrees, "Some."
  "
Speaking skeptically to Mauss, Meliyara says, "You cannot make fishcakes out of folks, they require fish. It is in the name itself."

Speaking to Odelgarde, Kothos says, "I mentioned that to Raelee the other night.  I will always have a warm place for Brisker's Cove, but...Vornavis and the Vipershroud are what I miss, when I am elsewhere."
 
Maylan says, "Also my shanty falls down a lot less now."
  
You quietly whisper to Mourdeyan, "I have done nothing but write reports."

Perigourd points his silver hand mortar at Mourdeyan and pulls down its lever, causing an explosion of violet essence dust to sparkle around her in the air.
 
Speaking to Odelgarde, Kothos asks, "It is the places we choose, rather than our birth, yes?"

Speaking respectfully to Falain, Everall says, "My lady, I have lived up here for some time now, but I certainly miss home, it's been some time."

 
Speaking thoughtfully to Falain, Paidreg says, "Do you miss the comforts of home?  The North is a far cry from the luxuries and hustle of Tamzyrr."

Speaking firmly to Paidreg, Falain says, "I go where the Emperor commands, and when."

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Delindra notes, "You just got glitter bombed. This tent can never be used again."

Mourdeyan says, "Dame sparkly."
 
Juramis huskily says, "Whoever mentioned that the apple ale was a good choice.  You were correct."
J 
Delindra says, "Perfect for this time of year."
 
Madmountan lifts his pewter turret stein in a toast and proclaims:
    "May our toasts rise high in our beloved chalet, and be ne'er more than a year 'til we meet again this way!!"
 
Falain looks toward Paidreg, and with a slightly softer tone, says, "There is still more to sort with regard to the Wehnimerian matter."

 
Mourdeyan says, "Thank you my friend."

 
You casually glance between Falain and Paidreg.
  
 
Perigourd says, "One wonders if Sir Vectrus has made it there yet."


Speaking evenly to Paidreg, Raelee asks, "... you have taken interest in that 'matter'?"

Roblar lifts his drinking horn in a toast and proclaims:
    "May your weapon be true and your arms never tire.  Pray your spirit never loses its fire.  May you know little fear, and keep it at bay.  And when it doesn't, charge forward anyway!  May you live long enough to tell your tale...or at least long enough to enjoy this ale!"
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Lylia says, "I am so happy for you, my dear, and the eloquent words spoken about you are all true."
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Kothos says, "I will see you soon, Dame Mourdeyan."
 
Speaking to Falain, Thrassus says, "I must admit I am intensely curious as to what that matter is, exactly."
 
Speaking to Raelee, Paidreg says, "Far from it.  I cannot shed my bloodline, but I try to remain away from affairs of state."
 "
 
Speaking to Mourdeyan, Oxhammer asks, "Permission to leave Dame?"

Paidreg says, "My cousin seems well-suited for it, and I am only glad that a gift for statecraft resides somewhere in the family."


Odelgarde embarrassedly says, "They seem to sweat during ceremonies..."

Delindra says, "Ah, nerves."

Falain says, "I must return to my duties, but I am glad to have been here for such a fine evening."


Odelgarde asks, "Shall I walk with you, Dame?"

You face Falain and smartly bring your right fist up to your chest.  Holding it there, you bow deeply

Juramis huskily says, "Pardon me.  I must return to Wehnimer's Landing, to attend to some matters near the dock before the evening's end."

Mourdeyan says, "Thank you so kindly."
Speaking softly to Mourdeyan, Kateerina says, "Congratulations again."
 
Paidreg reluctantly says, "I should get back to the ship."
Speaking to Paidreg, you say, "Safe travels."
Speaking to Paidreg, Missoni wishes, "Travel safely, and do visit again."
Paidreg says, "It was good to see you all.  Perhaps at next week's court, we shall rendezvous once more."

Paidreg grins at you.
 
Speaking to Paidreg, you say, "That would be grand."
 
Mourdeyan glances at her golden spurs.

Speaking to Mourdeyan, Missoni says, "Congratulations again. We will continue your celebrations, of course."
 
Mourdeyan says, "Thank you all for coming."