Tales of Solhaven (storyline)/2023-09-24 - Vornavis Baronial Court Session (log)

This log is of the Vornavis Baronial court session on Imaerasta 24, 5123, (September 24, 2023), taken from the perspective of Phanna. It has been edited to focus on NPCs, spoken dialog, and for clarity. It focused primarily on general goings-on in Vornavis/Solhaven but did reference some plot points and NPCs with the Nations on the Brink storyline.

Recap

Lady Athalia Malwind, daughter of Baron Dunrith Malwind, held public court in Vornavis with the Lord Chamberlain announcing. Also present were Steward Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr the Bodyguard to the Sunthrone of the Turamzzyrian Empire and Vornavis Court Magister Odelgarde Brindlestraffe of the Hall of Mages. Visiting dignitaries in attendance recognized included Councilmen Sorlu of Icemule Trace, Councilwoman Aliashyrah of Icemule Trace, Commodore Jaysehn Ransai of the Sentinel Fleet, Lord Teveriel Anduin of Ta'Vaalor, and Lady Uniana Anduin of Ta'Vaalor.

Chamberlain asked for Lady Regwen Maritin and Lady Delindra Shi'al to step forward, stating that their names had been put forward as potential Heralds to the Vornavian Court. He asked if they accepted this role, and both did. He had them affirm a pledge in this new role, then bestowed the new title and a surcoat of station to each.

Odelgarde provided a brief report of what happened on the plague island, the events surrounding Niatha's capture, and her current status en route to Ta'Illistim via ship by way of Ta'Vaalor's port.

Odelgarde shared that the Hall of Mages was aware of its very poor reception north of the Empire due to "magical misuse" in the Frontier and wanted to take steps toward improving its relations with the north. She asked Prentice Mavwyr Phanna Green and Magister Raelee Svala if they would provide formal Hall instruction to Arcanist Akenna Laeraun-Ranshai, who, if she accepted would be honored for her own mastery and started at the rank of Prentice Mavwyr. Akenna accepted this offer. Phanna agreed to provide training, and Raelee agreed to provide it pending the particulars of what that entailed.

Athalia spoke at length about the heroic effort by healers, alchemists, and reagent gatherers who helped to make and share the cure to the Green Death. She introduced the Grenhal Thaumaturge Award, so named in honor of the late healer who was also Niatha's first victim prior to the release of the Green Death. Chamberlain named multiple individuals one at a time who were honored with this award, and while not a complete list of all those who helped, some few names had traversed great distances, carrying with them the echoes of their deeds all the way to Vornavis. Jarnsaixa and Odelgarde giving a commemorative feather to each who was in attendance. Athalia shared that those not in attendance would receive their awards and a written copy of her speech in the mail. The names of those honored were: Lady Nyaria Ta'Mori, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Lord Earthdiver, The Fabulous Fyg Ment, Lord Whirlin N'Haren, Lady Opalina Gemiena, Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree, Lady Jiarine D'Nerval, Lady Helnora, Lylia Ravenbane, Lord Nalbon Niima'son, Hospitaller Yukito Lennan, and Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl. Also recognized but not present were Mayor Talliver Dabbings for supplies offered in several major cities and Artisan Beabuille of the Tehir for sending salt and cure-holding jewelry items to Solhaven.

Athalia shared that there were two long overdue recognitions owed for knights who continued to serve in a role above and beyond the honors previously bestowed upon them. She named Sir Bristenn Mires the Knight-Regent of the Order of the Azure Sun and gave him a hammered bronze and eonake torc capped in radiant sunstones in honor of this role. She also named Sir Guarrin Hjeldin the Knight-Regent of the Order of the Silver Gryphons and gave him a hammered bronze torc flanked by stylized gryphon wings in honor of this role.

Lady Meliyara was asked to come forward. At the last Vornavis court session, she had been offered the role of Solace-a'field in the Order of the Swan. Athalia asked if she accepted this offer. Meliyara agreed, making history as the first Dhe'nar recognized as a member of a Chivalric Order in the Turamzzyrian Empire.

Chamberlain recognized two healers who had dedicated significant care and compassion to Solhaven's and Vornavis' citizens, Maylan and Meril. He extended his gratitude to them and invited both to join the Order of the Swan as Hospitallers. Maylan accepted. Meril was not present to respond to the offer.

Athalia shared that she had a first charge for new Heralds Regwen and Delindra for the very next evening. She charged both of them to represent both the Vornavis Court but also the Empire at a "clandestine meeting beyond the southron seas". She asked Jarnsaixa to accompany them, and she also asked Jaysehn to transport them for this meeting. All agreed.

The floor was then opened for public petitions.

Sir Cryheart Thaxin gave Athalia a gift of a ceremonial knighting sword, which he had forged himself, so that she would have a lighter weight sword in the future for the next time she knighted someone deserving. (When Athalia had knighted Dame Dirra at the last Vornavis court session, she had used Jarnsaixa's sword, which was too heavy for her to lift without the aid of magic.) Cryheart added that Squire Perigourd had helped to finish some details on the gift and that Sir Guarrin had donated the case it came in.

Jaysehn brought up that Solhaven was still without a Harbormaster since Wilhard had been removed from that role several months earlier. He suggested Kilvath for that role, a half-krolvin who runs the private docks at the North Haven Quay.

Sir Bristenn directly affirmed that the Dusk Coven was behind the discord sown in Vornavis as well as the world beyond the Empire. He stated that he intended to call together a nonpolitical alliance of the many groups, and organizations, brotherhoods and gatherings in an effort to coordinate a response to the Dusk Coven's threat. Athalia cautioned him to be careful in using the word 'Alliance' due to its association with the Dark Alliance of two decades prior.

Fyg, who had been honored by the Grehnal Thaumaturge Award but arrived late to receive hers, affirmed that Loralaii helped alongside her with the cure to the Green Death. Athalia confirmed that Loralaii had also been honored and she was given her award now that she was present.

Court adjurned with no further petitions.

Log

Dressed in an emerald green livery emblazoned with a white swan, a herald arrives and issues three short blasts on his trumpet.  Lowering it from his lips, the young herald loudly proclaims, “Tonight’s session of the Vornavian Court will begin at the 8th hour.  Those that wish to attend tonight’s session should make their way to the keep in Vornavis via the Liabo Esplanade Gates, which have been left open for tonight.”  With a quick bow, he rushes off, repeating his message further away.


[Vornavis, Great Hall]
On a low dais, spanning the southern end of the hall, three regal chairs of state rest before an embroidered tapestry of the Rising Swan of Vornavis that covers the wall behind them.  Standards bearing the coats-of-arms of knights in service to the barony hang from the railing of the second floor gallery that lines the other three sides of the Great Hall.  Opposite the dais a pair of large fel doors, inlaid with gold scrolling, are set in the west wall.  You also see the hammered silver Meliyara disk, the web-draped Missoni disk, the repousse copper Perigourd disk raised in leafy designs, a three-legged wooden stool and a small side door.
Also here: Hadya, Hospitaller Yukito, Jiarine, Earthdiver, Sister-in-arms Mourdeyan, Lady Meliyara, Imperatrix Lylia, Xorus, Lady Uniana, Anyauma, Lady Aliashyrah, Pub Proprietor Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Commodore Jaysehn, Sister-at-arms Ifanna, Sister-at-arms Asheura, Land Pirate Maylan who is sitting, Tamma, Magister Raelee, Dame Dirra, Xanlin, Sir Mynon, Sirona, Lord Teveriel, Oishian, Squire Alosaka, Sir Bristenn, Squire Delindra, Brother-in-arms Falicor, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Grand Lady Cinabar, Dame Deavon, Squire Kothos, Sister-at-arms Regwen, Lady Akenna, Bernadette, Brother-in-arms Oxhammer, Sir Geijon, Tikba, Jisandra, Sir Cryheart, An Aged Chamberlain
Obvious paths: none

You see An Aged Chamberlain.
He appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
He is average height.  He appears to be ancient.  He has bright sea green eyes and brown skin.  He has thick, shaggy salt and pepper hair with well-groomed sideburns.  He has a wrinkled face and a broad nose.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a white-capped green staff in his right hand.
He is wearing a swan-embossed copper signet ring, and some dark green robes embroidered with a white swan.

Chamberlain continues to watch as people arrive at the Great Hall.

Chamberlain says, "I will remind all to be mindful of proper decorum while here."

Chamberlain says, "Weapons, shields, and the like have no place being drawn at Court."

Chamberlain nods once.

Chamberlain gives the Great Hall a final once over and then nods.

Chamberlain raises his green staff and thumps the end of it on the floor several times.

Chamberlain announces, "This session of the Court of Vornavis is now in session.  Make way for the Lady Athalia Malwind of Vornavis!"

Lady Athalia just came through a small side door.

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 drawn back into an elegant chignon beneath a silver swan-motif diadem, with artful, wispy curls tugged free to caress her neck.  She has a heart-shaped face, an upturned nose and full shell pink-tinted lips.  She has glossy gradient emerald-to-silver luster brushed onto her perfectly manicured fingernails.  Subtle yet fading shadows darken her lower eyelids.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a silver-chained delicate swan pendant, a niveous lamb's wool kirtle embroidered in a tracery of overlapping swan feathers with a high-collared Vornavian silk shift dyed emerald green underneath, a delicate silver ring, a bronze-chained silver chatelaine embellished in filigreed whorls, and a pair of soft suede court slippers.

[Many people greet Athalia.]

Athalia smiles.

(Maylan bows to Athalia from her seated position, her wings spreading behind her.)

(Perigourd keeps a wary eye on Sorlu.)

Athalia moves to the third seat upon the dais and gracefully lowers herself into it.

Chamberlain announces, "We welcome Steward Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr to stand at her side."

Steward Jarnsaixa just came through a small side door.

You see Steward Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr the Bodyguard to the Sunthrone of the Turamzzyrian Empire.
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 knotwork bronze brooch, a loose-weave canary yellow shirt fashioned of Vornavian silk, a heavy imperial tartan arisaid banded in ebon and yellow, a wide black leather belt, a sun-embossed dark suede pouch, and some sturdy calf-high boots tightly laced in rawhide.

[Many people greet Jarnsaixa.]

Jarnsaixa moves to the right side of Athalia, standing at attention with her hands lightly clasped before her.

(Maylan repeats her bow to Jarnsaixa.)

Jarnsaixa nods politely.

Jarnsaixa smiles.

Jarnsaixa smiles at Uniana.

Chamberlain announces, "We welcome Magister Odelgarde Brindlestraff, court magister to Vornavis, to stand at her side."

Magister Odelgarde just came through a small side door.

You see Magister Odelgarde Brindlestraffe.
She appears to be a Human from Vornavis.
She is shorter than average.  She appears to be in the prime of life.  She has tilted sea green eyes and hazelnut brown skin.  She has tight, small-curled caramel hair drawn back from her brow into a multitude of skull-hugging braids capped in teal chalcedony and gold beads that create a band across the crown of her head before dissolving into a riotous mass of springing, natural curls.  She has a high-cheeked, subtly rounded face, a slightly flared, flat nose and connected-lobe ears.
She has a cascade of thin alchemical runes tattooed from temple-to-collarbone along the edges of her face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a decorative golden torc inlaid with teal chalcedony, a delicate gossamer wrap, a blue-green iridescent silk dupioni kirtle edged in heavy dark beige embroidery over a high-collared Vornavian silk shift dyed walnut brown, a small copper pinky ring with a flat crest, and a pair of dark teal slippers in butttery suede.

[Many people greet Odelgarde.]

Speaking quietly to Odelgarde, Raelee says, "Magister."

Odelgarde stands at the edge of the dais.

Odelgarde smiles.

(Maylan grins widely to Odelgarde before bowing at the waist.)

Chamberlain announces, "We will hear petitions at the end of the evening."

Jarnsaixa nods at Falicor.

Chamberlain announces, "We acknowledge the following visiting dignitaries:"

Chamberlain announces, "Councilmen Sorlu of Icemule Trace."

You see Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein the Town Councillor of Icemule Trace.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is average height.  He appears to be extremely young.  He has icily translucent, frost blue eyes and fair skin.  He has shoulder length, thick battle-tousled sable hair and a wide-brimmed black suede hat stuck with a single raven black feather worn at a rakish angle.  He has an angular face, a classical nose and long pointed ears.
He has a sinuous kelyn snake etched with scales in his left eyebrow, inked wispy tendrils of smoky jade curling sensually around both forearms, and an onyx-tongued emerald flame tattoo on his finger.
Elongated tentacles of hazy jade mist writhe across his form, undulating in rhythm to his movements.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a slender Nalfein-styled cane in his right hand.
He is wearing a tailored dark hematite overcoat caught at each sleeve with a jade-sheened dark sanguine bloodjewel, a silk brassard displaying a desiccated black rose choked by a wisp of jade smoke encircling the upper arm, a fitted obsidian waistcoat over a blood red tailored silk shirt, an emerald talisman etched with a wispy smoke-wrapped woman, a faenor locket entangled in silver tentacles, some supple black leather gloves, a jade signet ring engraved with a desiccated rose, a slim black thorn ring, a jade-tipped silver talon ring, a thick oiled leather belt with a dark green tentacle-shaped bottle hanging from several small chains on the side, a glowing specimen jar preserving a tiny dead penguin chick, a soft leather coin bag bound with veniom, some crisp coal black linen pants sharply creased down the middle of each leg, and some silver-buckled oiled obsidian leather boots polished to a mirror sheen.

Chamberlain announces, "Councilswoman Aliashyrah of Icemule Trace."

You see Lady Aliashyrah Ilthaerhys the Priestess of Icemule Trace.
She appears to be an Illistim Elf.
She is average height and has a curvaceous figure.  She appears to be youthful.  She has beautifully onyx-outlined wide-set jade green eyes and soft, alabaster skin.  She has waist length, glossy auburn hair tousled into a textured bun that is barely restrained by an intricately woven circlet of subtle silver winter roses and frosted crystals.  She has a delicate face, a classical nose and a generous mouth.  She has a pair of white vaalin skulls adorned with some blue-black jay feathers dangling from her ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a silver locket surrounded by faenor wisps, a jade-leafed silver-cast tuberose pendant on a thin chain, an icy sapphire charmeuse column gown split with matching thigh-high slits, a pair of black armbands, and a pair of niveous balenite-traced mesh shoes lofted on crystalline heels.

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Athalia with a short, courteous bow.

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives a formal, low curtsy.  She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.

Chamberlain announces, "Commodore Jaysehn Ransai of the Sentinel Fleet."

You see Commodore Jaysehn Ranshai the Exarch of the Ebon Blade.
He appears to be a Human.
He is taller than average.  He appears to be young and robust.  He has calculating steel grey eyes and flawless olive skin.  He has shoulder-shorn, dense tawny hair swept back from cheek-grazing strands into a small, neat ponytail.   He has subtly aquiline features accenting a well-defined jawline.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a wide-brimmed sleek leather hat adorned with a teardrop of storm agita, an oval white jade locket, a knee-length fuligin overcoat with elesine-cuffed hanging sleeves, an onyx eclipse emblem, a high-collared pewter baldachin tunic with a royal purple geometric design, some silver and black leather gloves, an ornate imflass and jade signet ring inlaid with an ebony crest, a pale ora band cradled in eahnor, a twice-wrapped ebony silk sash clasped with a celadon kelyn crescent, some iron grey suede pants stitched with pewter accents, and some sable selshis hide knee-boots inset with ivory.

Jaysehn glances up.

Jaysehn nods respectfully.

Chamberlain announces, "Lord and Lady Anduin of Ta'Vaalor."

You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Protector of Mistwatch.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique.  He appears to have come of age.  He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin.  He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair with the top loosely drawn back and held in place by a lustrous knitted austere grey sea silk hairtie, while the remainder falls unfettered past the shoulders.  He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.  His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a heather grey leather coat with a pale vaalorn braced sleeve, a pale pewter marbrinus waistcoat showcasing silver-tinged accents over an amethyst moire shirt, a floriated broad lasimor band anchored on the left ring finger, a wide taupe buckskin belt set with nacre rivets, some pleated grey twill trousers woven with charcoal undertones, and some pointed black and grey leather boots with blue-violet pearl beadwork.

You see Lady Uniana Anduin Nalfein the Socialite of Ta'Vaalor.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is shorter than average.  She appears to have come of age.  She has violet-shadowed, pale lilac eyes and ivory skin.  She has long, silky black cherry-hued hair caught in a series of braided loops beneath an inverted circlet woven from platinum mesh and interspersed in deep purple amethyst droplets, the ends subtly concealed beneath the coils.  She has an unlined face and subtly arched eyebrows.  Her soft lips are tinged with understated carmine.
She has a thin scar of delicate intertwined thorns on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a flora-traced satin fan braced in thorn-covered slats in her left hand.
She is wearing a pair of silver-stemmed thistle earrings ascending the ears into vivid purple somnis bracts, a flowing purple gauze overgown piped in vertical opaline plum starsilk over a single-strapped dress formed of shimmering dove grey silk, a floriated petite lasimor band gracing the left ring finger, and a pair of nacreous starsilk sandals inset with silvered glass droplets.

Teveriel performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor.

Uniana drops smoothly into a deep curtsy before Athalia, sweeping her arms grandly to her sides.

Chamberlain clearly announces, "Before we start tonight's proceedings, I would ask that two members of the community please step forward at this time.  Lady Regwen Maritin and Lady Delindra Shi'al.  Your names have been put forward this evening as potential heralds to the Vornavian Court.  If you accept, please step forward at this time."

Delindra smiles.

Regwen beams!

Chamberlain glances between Delindra and Regwen.

Athalia folds her hands in her lap.

(Delindra steps forward, face glowing with a bright smile.)

Maylan whispers aloud, "Oh boy."

(Regwen steps forward, beaming.)

Delindra beams happily at Regwen!

Chamberlain asks, "Will you, in accepting the esteemed honor of becoming the Herald to the Vornavian Court, solemnly vow to fulfill your duties as the vigilant eyes and ears of the Master Chamberlain of Vornavis? Will you, without fail, present to the Master Chamberlain a comprehensive and accurate list of all visiting dignitaries, envoys, ambassadors, and esteemed guests to the magnificent Court of Vornavis?"

Regwen folds her hands behind her back.

Delindra formally replies, "I will."

Regwen says, "I wll."

Chamberlain clearly asks, "Do you pledge to uphold the sacred trust of providing unvarnished truth at every corner and in all matters, ensuring that the Master Chamberlain is fully informed of the events, decisions, and developments that may influence the welfare and reputation of the Vornavian Court?"

Regwen says, "I do."

Delindra formally replies, "I so pledge."

Chamberlain clearly asks, "Will you, as the Herald, carry the weighty responsibility of preserving the honor, sanctity, and age-old traditions of the Court and commit to conducting yourself with the highest level of dignity, respect, and decorum in all your interactions?"

Delindra replies, "I will."

Regwen says, "I shall."

Chamberlain clearly asks, "With this vow, will you willingly and wholeheartedly embrace your role as Herald to the Vornavian Court, recognizing it as both a privilege and a solemn duty to serve in such a capacity, safeguarding the esteemed legacy of Vornavis?"

Regwen says, "I so pledge."

Delindra formally replies, "I will."

Regwen places a hand over her heart.

Chamberlain proudly proclaims, "May your words always ring true, your actions remain steadfast, and your loyalty stand unwavering as you embark on this honored path as Herald to the Vornavian Court."

[Lots of applause!]

Delindra clasps her hands before her in homage, the sleeves of her aganjira robes pooling at her wrists, as she dips into a low, demure curtsy.

Chamberlain offers Delindra a white-capped green staff.

Delindra accepts Chamberlain's green staff.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Regwen sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Chamberlain retrieves another package from his robes.

Chamberlain offers Regwen a white Vornavian silk package tied with emerald lacing.

Regwen accepts Chamberlain's Vornavian silk package.

Delindra nods appreciatively at Chamberlain.

Delindra offers Chamberlain a white-capped green staff.

Chamberlain chuckles.

Chamberlain offers Delindra a white Vornavian silk package tied with emerald lacing.

Chamberlain accepts Delindra's green staff.

Delindra accepts Chamberlain's Vornavian silk package.

Delindra bows her head slightly toward Chamberlain as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before him.

Chamberlain bows to Athalia.

Regwen just opened a white Vornavian silk package tied with emerald lacing.

Regwen gasps.

Delindra just opened a white Vornavian silk package tied with emerald lacing.

Regwen removes an emerald green Vornavian silk lady's surcoat emblazoned with a white swan from in her Vornavian silk package.

Athalia nods at Chamberlain.

Regwen beams happily at Delindra!

You see Sister-at-arms Regwen Maritin the Herald of the Vornavian Court.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She is very tall and has a delicately lithe build.  She appears to have come of age.  She has long-lashed sea green eyes and lightly tanned skin.  She has long, soft, wavy platinum hair with blue dreamstone beads entwined throughout a gathered plait that starts at the crown of her head.  She has a delicate face and a classical nose.  She has a small opaque spider on her right forearm.
She has a silver harp tattoo on her arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a nacre-tipped dark faenor hairpin, an ora earcuff with nacre inlay, a faenor-strung round silver locket, a midnight blue velvet cloak embossed with a star-wreathed silver harp, an ebon Vornavian silk armband, a silver-inlaid varnished ash mandolin strung with twisted silver slung over her shoulder, a moonlight silver silk gown with powder blue dreamstone tracery, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, an enruned gold ring, a slender silver signet ring, a cerulean and silver suede tambourine pouch side-stitched with ribbon, and a pair of low-heeled silvered kidskin slippers.

You see Squire Delindra Talissen the Herald of the Vornavian Court.
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.
She is tall and has a muscled, but soft physique.  She appears to be young and untried.  She has silver-flecked periwinkle blue eyes and rose-blushed, milky white skin.  She has waist length, ringleted platinum hair arranged in an intricately twisted roll at the back of her head and held in place by some midnight blue sapphire hairjewels.  She has an angular face, a crooked nose and long, slender legs.  Her sharply tapered nails are brushed with alternating ebon and crimson polish adorned in graduated opalescent thunderstone studs.
Miniature music notes spiral outward from her before fading away.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a smooth laje diadem centered with a trilliant-cut blue sapphire, a strand of polished copper prayerbeads, a gold-trimmed red silk stole draped from shoulder to hip, some bright red aganjira robes edged in golden fox fur, a merlot-hued moire silk gown paneled with songbird embroidery, some crystal-beaded honey gold satin gloves, and some deep red silk slippers laced with golden ribbons.

Athalia quietly says, "We have asked Magister Odelgarde to provide a brief report of the last several days' activities."

Delindra smiles at Regwen.

Odelgarde steps forward and offers a polite bow.

Odelgarde clears her throat.

Odelgarde slowly says, "As many of you know, Captain Kimrella ventured into the western seas to try to ascertain if the rumor of Niatha's whereabouts had any truth to them.  She was in the open seas for several days before she came across a small island where carrion birds and insects were feasting upon the dead.  She returned to port, sending information to myself and the Steward."

Odelgarde nods at Jarnsaixa.

Jarnsaixa smiles grimly and nods.

Odelgarde carefully says, "With the aid of Lady Jiarine of Ta'Illistim, Lady Phanna Green, and Magister Svala, we were able to open a portal to the remote location where we found a healthy dose of devastation."

Jiarine mouths, "Oops."

Odelgarde frowns.

Odelgarde slowly says, "I   will not go over the full details of what we found there."

Speaking to Odelgarde, Jiarine asks, "Bodies.  Remember?"

Odelgarde glances at Jiarine.

Odelgarde slowly says, "As I have already given that full report; however, I will say that it was brutal, uninviting, and devastating.  There was death there on a scale that I could not imagine."

Odelgarde slowly empties her lungs.

Odelgarde licks her lips and holds her head up high.

Odelgarde carefully says, "However, we did find a survivor who was able to confirm that indeed Niatha was the culprit behind their suffering and the arbitrator of death for those others on the island.  We were able to provide the cure to the suffering of the survivor, who is resting comfortably within the Freeport."

Odelgarde slowly says, "We were able to capture Niatha at that time, and she was stored briefly in Sunholm before being placed in the brig on Captain Kimrella's ship.  She is now bound for Ta'Illistim to await trial there."

Odelgarde takes a few steps back.

Odelgarde hesitates.

Jiarine adds, "More less of a capture than laughing at your attempt while going along without bloodshed."

Odelgarde slowly says, "There is one other matter that I have been asked to address, if I may beg the courts patience for the moment."

Odelgarde says, "Mavwyr Green and Magister Svala, I have written to the Hall of Mages regarding the matters that take place here in Vornavis.  I have spoken about Cairnfang Manor, the efforts of the Order of the Silver Gryphons, the Order of the Swan, and the Orders of the Azure Sun."

Chamberlain glances over at Jiarine, barely raising his staff off the ground.

You nod slightly.

Raelee raises an eyebrow.

Odelgarde says, "Given recent happenings, the Emperors continued push for cultural exchanges, and the long history of   magical misuse in the Frontier   the Hall has requested that we work together in bringing up the name of the Hall of Mages from its current   less than  uh.. savory station."

Raelee narrows her eyes.

You nod understandingly.

Akenna cocks her head.

Odelgarde says, "As such, they have asked if you would begin teaching if she is willing, Arcanist Laeraun-Ranshai the ways of the Hall.  Should she accept, the Hall of Mages expects training to begin immediately."

Jaysehn glances at Akenna and quirks an eyebrow in her direction.

Akenna blinks.

You give Akenna a strong, encouraging smile.

Speaking to Akenna, Odelgarde says, "Arcanist Laeraun-Ranshai, would you concede to learning the ways of the Hall of Mages and be willing to learn their methods in hopes that a better show of will may be had between the wider world and the Hall?  They are willing to honor your own mastery and start you at the rank of Prentice Mavwyr."

Speaking to Odelgarde, Akenna says, "I do concede."

Akenna inclines her head.

Jaysehn glances down.

Jaysehn smiles quietly to himself.

Odelgarde asks, "Mavwyr Green and Magister Svala, do you concede to conduct this training?"

You formally reply, "Yes, I do so concede."

Akenna surreptitiously glances at Raelee.

Odelgarde grins.

Raelee breathes in slightly.

Speaking to Odelgarde, Raelee says, "Pending agreement on the particulars of what that entails."

Odelgarde says, "Of course, Magister Svala."

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

Odelgarde takes a few steps back.

Akenna bows her head slightly toward Odelgarde as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before her.

Athalia rises from her seat.

Akenna says, "Thank you...I am truly humbled and will work diligently."

You see Lady Akenna Laeraun-Ranshai the Prentice Mavwyr of the Hall of Mages.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is of a slight height and has a spritely, small build.  She appears to be young.  She has sizable dark blue-green eyes and honey-freckled, creamy white skin.  She has long, deep sienna hair pulled back into a sleek bun and skewered through by a smooth wyrwood hairpin.  She has a cherubic face and petal pink, bow-shaped lips.  The ridges of her long, pointed ears each bear three naturally occurring notches, and a graceful aquamarine pattern climbs the left side of her neck, curls around her cheekbone, and splits into tendrils that encircle her left eye.  The left side of her profile is lit in a hazy light emanating from a radiant arathiel earcap spliced with milky azure aquamarine inclusions.
She has rings of cobalt and aquamarine sigils inked on her left palm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a wyrwood-hearted locket, a silver gryphon pin, an embroidered silken partlet over a flat-bodiced kirtle of ash-on-cyan brocatelle with a light niveous chemise underneath, some short sheer silk gloves, an eahnor ring cradled in pale ora, and a pair of misty grey suede low-heeled shoes.

[Lots of applause!]

Athalia folds her hands.

Athalia respectfully says, "Thank you, Magister Odelgarde."

Athalia formally intones, "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Vornavian Court, I stand before you today humbled and deeply moved by the extraordinary efforts that have recently come to my attention.  These efforts concern the formidable battle waged against the insidious scourge known as the Green Death a vile disease masterfully orchestrated into existence by the malevolent Scarlet Temptress, Niatha."

Athalia takes a step to her right, hands still lightly clasped before her.

Athalia respectfully says, "In the annals of history, we often find that acts of valor and bravery are most commonly associated with the clash of swords on the battlefield or the grand spectacles of knights in shining armor.  However, let us not forget that true heroism takes many forms, and not all heroes bear shields or wield weapons.  Often, it is the compassionate hands of healers that bring light to the darkest of times."

Athalia pauses to gaze out at the assemblage, her now unclasped hands folded over her heart.

Athalia earnestly acknowledges, "It is with the utmost sincerity and gratitude that I extend my appreciation to the alchemists and their dedicated assistants who, under the ominous threat of the Green Death spreading its deadly shadow across our continent, rose to the occasion.  They gathered precious supplies, labored tirelessly in their workshops, and, with unwavering determination, plunged into the fray of the afflicted and the weary, bearing hope and healing in their hands."

Athalia allows her hands to fall at her side, palms brushing against the fabric of her skirts.

Athalia says, "The enormity of their sacrifice and the magnitude of their accomplishments cannot be overstated.  It would be an impossible endeavor to name each individual who worked tirelessly for this noble cause.  Yet, it has come to our attention that some few names have traversed great distances, carrying with them the echoes of their deeds, reaching even the hallowed halls of the Vornavian Courts."

Athalia takes a few steps to her left, her eyes scanning the crowd.

Athalia says, "In this moment, I wish to acknowledge these exceptional individuals, whose actions have demonstrated the finest qualities of humanity selflessness, courage, and an unwavering commitment to the well-being of our people.  Their dedication to this cause has touched the hearts of many and stands as a testament to the strength of our united spirit."

Athalia glances over her shoulder at Jarnsaixa and Odelgarde who, upon cue, step forward.

Athalia nods.

Athalia says, "As we reflect upon the heroic efforts that have brought us to this point, let us remember that it is in moments of adversity that the true character of a people is revealed.  In the face of the Green Death's threat, we witnessed a remarkable display of unity, compassion, and resilience, one that rivals even the generosity shown to the refugees from Talador, Caligos Isle, and the Glaoveln."

Athalia appreciatively says, "Ladies and gentlemen, let us not forget the extraordinary contributions of these unsung heroes.  They are the embodiment of hope, the guardians of life, and the healers of our world.  Together, we stand united in gratitude and admiration for their noble deeds, which have illuminated our path through the darkest of times.  While all we can do is offer this token of our appreciation, we hope that each individual will accept our undying gratitude.  Those not present can expect to receive mail later this week."

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

Odelgarde bows respectfully, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

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

Laying one hand behind her back, palm open, and one across her waist, Jarnsaixa bows with air of great dignity.

Athalia says, "We are pleased to honor those who took the initiative to create, administer, and coordinate cures for the Green Death with the Grenhal Thaumaturge Award."

Chamberlain intones, "Lady Nyaria Ta'Mori."

Odelgarde removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her gossamer wrap.

Chamberlain intones, "Necrotic Admiral Loralaii."

Jarnsaixa removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her dark suede pouch.

Athalia says, "The Grenhal Thaumaturge Award is a prestigious honor established to commemorate the enduring legacy of the late Grenhal a healer, nursemaid, and unwavering guardian of the esteemed House of Malwind.  This award serves as a tribute to Grenhal's unwavering dedication to the well-being and care of the Malwind household and her selfless service to the people of Elanthia."

Chamberlain intones, "Lord Earthdiver."

Jarnsaixa offers Earthdiver a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Earthdiver accepts Jarnsaixa's white swan feather.

[Lots of applause!]

Chamberlain intones, "The Fabulous Fyg Ment."

Closing his eyes and extending his neck slightly, Earthdiver slowly bows his head, taking a moment to pause in a silent display of respect.

Jarnsaixa removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her dark suede pouch.

Athalia says, "Grenhal, in life, embodied the true spirit of healing and compassion. Her nurturing presence and boundless wisdom touched the hearts and lives of all who were fortunate enough to know her.  Her tireless efforts in the pursuit of healing, whether through magical arts, alchemical expertise, or the vast reservoir of knowledge she possessed, left an indelible mark on the continent of Elanthia."

Chamberlain intones, "Lord Whirlin N'Haren."

Chamberlain intones, "Lady Opalina Gemiena."

Earthdiver runs his hand along his hat, smiling softly.

Athalia says, "Tragically, Grenhal was the first victim of the malevolent Scarlet Temptress, Niatha, who unleashed the insidious Green Death upon our lands.  Her sacrifice and untimely departure from our midst underscore the gravity of the challenges we face in our world."

Chamberlain intones, "Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timbertree."

Chamberlain intones, "Lord Faulkil."

Athalia says, "In recognition of Grenhal's unwavering commitment to the healing arts and her unyielding dedication to the welfare of Elanthia's inhabitants, the Grenhal Thaumaturge Award has been instituted.  This prestigious award serves as a beacon of light and hope, celebrating those individuals who go above and beyond in their tireless efforts to bring the gifts of healing to our continent."

Chamberlain intones, "Lady Jiarine D'Nerval."

Earthdiver deftly weaves the rawhide strip wrapped around his feather into his white hair.

Odelgarde offers Jiarine a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Jiarine raises an eyebrow.

Chamberlain intones, "Lady Helnora."

Jiarine accepts Odelgarde's white swan feather.

[Lots of applause!]

Athalia says, "Recipients of the Grenhal Thaumaturge Award are exemplars of compassion, knowledge, and the extraordinary capacity for selflessness.  They are healers, alchemists, and practitioners of the magical arts who channel their talents and expertise toward the betterment of all who call Elanthia home."

Chamberlain intones, "Lylia Ravenbane."

Jiarine says, "You this this was done to prevent people from entering my shop and vomiting on my offerings."

Chamberlain intones, "Lord Nalbon Niima'son."

Lylia's jaw drops.

Xorus gazes admiringly at Lylia.

Jarnsaixa offers Lylia a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

(Lylia recovers herself quickly.)

Lylia nods graciously.

Lylia accepts Jarnsaixa's white swan feather.

[Lots of applause!]

Athalia says, "In bestowing this honor, we not only pay homage to Grenhal's memory but also celebrate the boundless potential for good that exists within the healing arts.  We are reminded that even in the face of adversity, the healers of Elanthia shine as beacons of hope and comfort, offering solace to those in need."

Chamberlain intones, "Hospitaller Yukito Lennan."

Jiarine amusedly says, "You can continue to loathe me once this is finished."

Chamberlain intones, "Bathcwyn Missoni Sabretache Faendryl."

Jarnsaixa removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her dark suede pouch.

Jarnsaixa offers Yukito a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Perigourd lets loose a loud whoop of delight.

Yukito accepts Jarnsaixa's white swan feather.

[Lots of applause!]

Yukito bows to Jarnsaixa.

Missoni nods appreciatively.

Athalia says, "In bestowing this honor, we not only pay homage to Grenhal's memory but also celebrate the boundless potential for good that exists within the healing arts.  We are reminded that even in the face of adversity, the healers of Elanthia shine as beacons of hope and comfort, offering solace to those in need."

Speaking to Yukito, Ifanna cheers, "Roight proper work Yukie!"

Yukito blushes a pink shade at Ifanna.

Chamberlain intones, "Mayor Talliver Dabbings for supplies offered in several major cities."

Athalia says, "May the Grenhal Thaumaturge Award continue to inspire and uplift those who dedicate their lives to the pursuit of healing and serve as a testament to the enduring legacy of Grenhal, whose spirit of compassion and selflessness shall forever guide us on our path to a better, healthier, and more harmonious Elanthia."

Chamberlain intones, "Artisan Beabuille of the Tehir for sending salt and cure-holding jewelry items to Solhaven."

Athalia says, "Those not present tonight will find these in their mail soon."

[Applause continues.]

(Yukito turns redder and redder in the face, and clears his throat a bit, moving back a little into the crowd.)

Athalia says, "Along with a letter of gratitude."

[General] Fyg asks, "Could someone please bring a few of us to Solhaven Court?"

Cryheart nods at Perigourd.

Perigourd just went through a pair of large fel doors.

[General] Fyg exclaims, "We've been gotten!"

Athalia says, "We will wait a moment as it appears there are some who wish to travel here post haste."

Chamberlain nods once at Athalia.

Perigourd's group just came through a pair of large fel doors.

Fyg says, "Gracious that's a lot of creatures."

Fyg glances out.

Fyg bobs down and back up in a quick curtsy.

Nyaria nods at Fyg.

Fyg blushes a nice shade of pink.

Whirlin agrees with Fyg.

Jarnsaixa smiles.

Jarnsaixa removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her dark suede pouch.

Jarnsaixa offers Fyg a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Fyg blinks.

Fyg accepts Jarnsaixa's white swan feather.

Nyaria softly exclaims, "A petting area!"

Odelgarde removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her gossamer wrap.

Odelgarde offers Nyaria a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Fyg exclaims, "How pretty!"

Jarnsaixa removes a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk from in her dark suede pouch.

Nyaria accepts Odelgarde's white swan feather.

Jarnsaixa offers Whirlin a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Whirlin accepts Jarnsaixa's white swan feather.

Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Fyg exclaims, "Thank you ever so much Ma'am!"

Nyaria glances at Odelgarde and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Jarnsaixa smiles.

Speaking quietly to Jarnsaixa, Whirlin says, "Thank you."

Nyaria glances at Jarnsaixa and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Speaking to Nyaria, Kothos says, "Well deserved."

Fyg confusedly asks, "It means something?"

Athalia chuckles.

Nyaria softly says, "Thank you both so very much for this honor. I am truly humbled."

Fyg gasps.

Athalia says, "Perhaps after court someone can explain to you its meaning."

Athalia smiles at Fyg.

Speaking to Fyg, Jiarine says, "The Solhaven court thinks you are special."

Fyg blushes a pink shade at Athalia.

Jiarine repeats, "Special."

Fyg exclaims, "It's got tiny writing on it!"

Fyg speculatively eyes her white swan feather.

Speaking to Fyg, Maylan says, "It means thanks fer helping with the Green Death."

You quietly whisper to Fyg, "Thank you for the help you have offered so many in response to the Green Death."

Nyaria gazes with interest at the white swan feather in her hand.

Fyg blushes a pink shade at you.

Jiarine asks, "Do you think I care enough to note the difference?"

[Lots of applause continues for the recent arrivals.]

Chamberlain taps his staff upon the ground three times, calling for a return to order.

Jiarine cocks her head at Cryheart.

Jiarine says, "The answer is no."

Fyg sheepishly says, "Thank you ever so much! I was just doing what Momma and Poppa told me a good healer should do."

Athalia frowns at Jiarine.

Athalia folds her hands.

Fyg sinks into a deep curtsy.

Fyg carefully places a green-banded cabochon bloodstone into a cubbyhole inside the lacquered case.

Fyg curiously asks, "Does, um. does anyone need cure?"

Fyg blushes a nice shade of pink.

Jiarine cheekily says, "Do you think there is a re-sale for a cauldron used to cure the Green Death?  I have one only slightly used."

Chamberlain loudly taps his staff upon the ground three times, calling for a return to order.

Jarnsaixa frowns at Jiarine.

Fyg blushes a pink hue to the tops of her ears.

Fyg sheepishly whispers aloud, "Sorry."

Athalia nods politely.

Athalia says, "Before concluding, and opening the floor to petitions, there is a matter of some unfinished business that must be addressed before those gathered this day."

Jarnsaixa removes a swath of hunter tartan cloth from in her dark suede pouch.

Odelgarde removes a swath of blue Vornavian silk from in her gossamer wrap.

Athalia says, "I stand before you today with a heart heavy from the weight of the past year's tragic events, events that have cast a shadow over our land and caused some of the finer niceties of our noble traditions to fall by the wayside.  In these trying times, it is important for us to remember and acknowledge those who have risen to the occasion, either through their unwavering perseverance or by the trust and will of their peers."

Athalia places a hand over her heart.

Athalia says, "It has come to my attention that there are individuals among us, those who should be recognized and celebrated for their everyday efforts, their tireless dedication to our people, and their remarkable rise in rank be it through elected means or sheer tenacity.  There exists a title, one that should rightfully have been bestowed upon these individuals, yet the trials and tribulations of the past year have caused this to remain unfulfilled."

Athalia complacently says, "While we understand that titles can be transient, and the circumstances we find ourselves in are far from ideal, it is our duty to uphold the traditions and honors that have been earned through unwavering commitment and dedication.  These individuals have proven themselves through their actions, their sacrifices, and their unwavering loyalty to our noble cause.  Their service to our land and our people should not go unrecognized."

Athalia slowly says, "I wish to extend my heartfelt gratitude to the knights who, in their wisdom and adherence to the tenets of Chivalry, have not called out the Vornavian Court for its lapses in propriety.  Your dedication to our noble ideals is a testament to your character and your commitment to the greater good.  It is through your understanding and your noble silence that we are reminded of the true essence of chivalry valor, courtesy, and honor."

Athalia says, "In closing, let us come together as a united court to rectify this oversight and bestow upon these deserving individuals the titles and honors they have earned.  It is through our collective actions that we can ensure that our traditions remain steadfast, even in the face of adversity.   We thank you for your understanding, your commitment, and your unwavering support in these challenging times."

Odelgarde unties the bindings and folds back the edges of her blue Vornavian silk to reveal a hammered bronze and eonake torc capped in radiant sunstones positioned perfectly in its center.

Chamberlain announces, "Sir Bristenn Mires of the Order of the Azure Sun, please step forward."

Bristenn furrows his brow.

Asheura nods firmly at Bristenn.

Mynon smiles proudly at Bristenn

Ifanna's face lights up with joy for Bristenn.

Dirra smiles at Bristenn.

Athalia says, "It is with great honor and a deep sense of appreciation that we gather to acknowledge the remarkable efforts of one individual whose dedication and unwavering commitment have not only kept his order alive but have invigorated it with renewed vitality.  Sir Bristenn Mires, a noble knight of noble character, has exemplified the very essence of chivalry through his actions."

Bristenn strides a few steps forward.

Laying one hand behind his back, palm open, and one across his waist, Bristenn bows to Athalia with air of great dignity.

Athalia says, "For a number of years, Sir Bristenn Mires has taken upon himself the responsibilities and duties of a rank he has not sought for his own glory or recognition.  Instead, he has labored tirelessly, investing his time and energy into the betterment of his order, ensuring that its traditions and values remain steadfast."

Athalia smiles at Bristenn.

Athalia says, "Today, we stand here not only to acknowledge Sir Bristenn's selfless service but also to bestow upon him a title that, though he may object, is well-deserved.  It is with great pride that we announce Sir Bristenn Mires as the Knight-Regent of the Order of the Azure Sun.  This title signifies his exceptional leadership, his dedication to his fellow knights, and his tireless efforts to uphold the noble ideals of our order."

Speaking to Bristenn, Maylan exclaims, "Huzzah!"

Mourdeyan says, "Here, here."

[Lots of applause.]

Fyg relievedly says, "Ok, it's ok to cheer now."

Bristenn cautiously replies, "..my lady."

Odelgarde offers Bristenn a hammered bronze and eonake torc capped in radiant sunstones.

Bristenn accepts Odelgarde's eonake torc.

Bristenn glances down.

Athalia says, "We understand that titles are not the primary motivation for Sir Bristenn's actions, and he has always placed the well-being of his order above all else.  Therefore, let it be known that this title, while rightfully his for now, shall remain transient.  If Sir Bristenn should find a worthy successor, the Vornavian Court is committed to ensuring that the title of Knight-Regent of the Order of the Azure Sun is passed on to the individual who embodies the values and ideals of our order."

Athalia says, "In conclusion, we extend our deepest gratitude to Sir Bristenn Mires for his unwavering dedication and selflessness.  His actions serve as an inspiration to us all, a reminder of the boundless potential for good that resides within the hearts of our noble knights.  May his leadership continue to guide the Order of the Azure Sun on the path of honor and chivalry for years to come."

Bristenn carefully answers, "We serve at the pleasure of Vornavis and her noble house of Malwind."

Athalia bows her head slightly toward Bristenn as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before him.

Bristenn forcefully crosses one arm over his chest and offers a formal bow.

Bristenn takes a few steps back.

Athalia nods at Chamberlain.

Bristenn quietly replies, "And my thanks."

You see Sir Bristenn Mires the Knight-Regent of the Order of the Azure Sun.
He appears to be a Human from Honneland.
He is alpine in stature and has a broad-shouldered slender frame.  He appears to be an adult.  He has brooding, haunted pale ice-grey eyes and fair, albeit battle-scarred skin.  He has short-cropped, tousled salt-and-pepper cordovan hair that falls stubbornly over his left eye.  He has a grim, stalwart visage accented by deep frown lines at the center of his brow.  A deep scar mars his face, running across it from above his right eyebrow to under his left eye.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a hammered bronze and eonake torc capped in radiant sunstones in his left hand.
He is wearing an oval-linked silver livery collar set with caged azurite sunbursts, an ebon Vornavian silk armband, a sable and azure fitted silk surcoat blazoned with an argent lion's head over a high-collared white shirt of crisply fitted linen, an intricately tooled wide leather girdle, a pair of straight-legged suede breeches, some knee-high cuffed leather boots, and a pair of golden spurs.

Chamberlain announces, "Sir Guarrin Hjeldin of the Order of the Silver Gryphons please step forward."

Athalia says, "We extend our heartfelt acknowledgment and appreciation to a noble knight whose unwavering dedication and leadership have earned him the respect, trust, and admiration of not only his fellow knights, soldiers, and squires but also of his countrymen.  Sir Guarrin Hjeldin of the Order of the Silver Gryphons has shown himself to be a beacon of chivalry, honor, and selflessness in our noble land."

Guarrin strides a few steps forward.

Athalia says, "As an elected leader of the Order of the Silver Gryphons, Sir Guarrin has undertaken a great responsibility one that carries with it the weight of the trust and confidence of his peers.  It is a great honor indeed to be entrusted with the leadership of an order, and Sir Guarrin has borne this responsibility with unwavering dedication and integrity."

Jarnsaixa unties the bindings and folds back the edges of her hunter tartan cloth to reveal a hammered bronze torc flanked by stylized gryphon wings positioned perfectly in its center.

Athalia says, "It is with a sense of regret that we acknowledge an oversight on the part of the Vornavian Court.  At the time of Sir Guarrin's election, it should have been our solemn duty to bestow upon him the title of Knight-Regent.  However, in the midst of turmoil and upheaval, we were sadly remiss in fulfilling this important acknowledgment."

Fyg excitedly exclaims, "How wonderful for you both!"

Athalia says, "Today, we rectify this oversight. Sir Guarrin Hjeldin, it is with great pride and admiration that we officially recognize you as the Knight-Regent of the Order of the Silver Gryphons.  This title is a reflection of your outstanding leadership, your unwavering commitment to the ideals of chivalry, and the trust you have earned from your fellow knights."

Alosaka smiles.

Oxhammer turns to Guarrin and cheers!

Regwen applauds Guarrin.

Akenna applauds Guarrin warmly.

Perigourd applauds.

Deavon applauds Guarrin warmly.

Bernadette applauds.

Missoni applauds warmly.

Cryheart applauds Guarrin.

[Lots of applause.]

Athalia says, "In your office, Sir Guarrin, you may hold the title of Knight-Regent until the time of your passing or until such a moment when a worthy successor has been duly elected.  We wish you the utmost success and luck in your continued service to the order and our noble land."

Delindra applauds Guarrin with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

Geijon turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.

Alosaka applauds.

Geijon grins.

Kothos applauds Guarrin.

Cryheart turns toward Guarrin and renders a sharp hand salute.

Cryheart grins.

Athalia says, "May your leadership continue to inspire and guide the Order of the Silver Gryphons toward a future filled with honor, valor, and unity.  Your dedication and selflessness serve as a shining example to us all, reminding us of the noble ideals that lie at the heart of our chivalric traditions."

Jarnsaixa removes a hammered bronze torc flanked by stylized gryphon wings from in her hunter tartan cloth.

Jarnsaixa offers Guarrin a hammered bronze torc flanked by stylized gryphon wings.

Guarrin balls his hand into a fist and pounds it against a hammered vultite brooch worn at his shoulder.  Once, twice, and three times he strikes as a fierce look of determination settles about him.

Guarrin accepts Jarnsaixa's bronze torc.

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.

Athalia bows her head slightly toward Guarrin as she drops into a deep, respectful curtsy before him.

Guarrin faces Athalia and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest.  Holding it there, he bows deeply.

Speaking to Athalia, Guarrin says, "Lady it remains my great honor to serve my Order and Vornavis."

You see Sir Guarrin Hjeldin the Knight-Regent of the Order of the Silver Gryphons.
He appears to be a Giantman of the T'Kirem Clan.
He is of a towering height.  He appears to be full grown.  He has deeply-set piercing steel grey eyes and pale skin.  He has very long, dark blonde hair worn in a trio of thick, interwoven braided twists across the top of his head with the sides shaved close to the scalp.  He has a weathered face, a crooked nose and a neatly trimmed, full beard gathered into a single glossy braid with a curled tip.  He has a thin, faded scar across the front of his neck, a long diagonal scar running across his left eye from brow to cheek, and broad shoulders.  He is wearing a sable standard displaying an argent tri-winged charge that juts over his shoulder.
Mystical energies wash over him, surrounding him in an elemental shroud of swirling ethereal lights.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a hammered bronze torc flanked by stylized gryphon wings in his left hand.
He is wearing a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a hammered vultite brooch, a fur-lined iron boar hide cloak, a light linen tunic, a leather swordbelt, a lightweight hunter tartan great-kilt with a long swathe pinned at the left shoulder, some pointille steel-plated sabatons, and a pair of golden spurs.

Jiarine observes, "The beating of chests are displayed by the males of many foreign species."

Chamberlain requests, "Lady Meliyara, would you please come forward."

Athalia smiles.

Guarrin takes a few steps back.

Meliyara strides a few steps forward.

Athalia says, "When last we gathered, Magister Odelgarde extended to you an invitation to the Order of the Swan on my behalf.  We asked that you consider this honor for we understand the cultural differences between the Dhe'nar and those of the Turamzyrrian Empire.  It has been an effort of our cousin, the Emperor of the Sunthrone, to bridge these gaps between the various cultures that dot our continent as we forge forward on a pathway of understanding.  While we bid you ponder our offer of a few short weeks ago, we now ask you this."

Athalia asks, "Will you aid us in furthering his goal of understanding, compassion, and empathy by accepting our offer and becoming the Solace-a'field of the Order of the Swan?"

Meliyara smiles at Athalia.

Meliyara replies, "I shall."

Athalia curtsies to Meliyara.

Athalia says, "We are pleased to hear this."

[Lots of applause.]

Meliyara inclines her head.

You see Lady Meliyara the Solace-a'field of the Order of the Swan.
She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
She is average height and has an hourglass figure.  She appears to have come of age.  She has sultry silver-flecked sapphire blue eyes and petal-soft, radiant caramel-hued skin.  She has shoulder-length, sleek silvery blue hair worn in elaborate braids interwoven with some copper-caged obsidian and shadow amethyst shards.  She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face, a petite, gently sloped button nose and full, luscious lips that further enhance her feminine features.  A tiny, circular rose-hued beauty mark sits high upon her right cheekbone.
Her right hip is pierced with a silver-swept blue mistvein sapphire.
She has a pair of ruby teardrop earrings set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, an ethereal runestaff tattoo on her arm, a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her finger, several obsidian-inked rings of concentric circles on her wrist, an intricate geometric watercolor inking on her leg, an obsidian-caged soulstone half-ring in her left nostril, an intricate inking of a flowering vine on her arm, and an intricate flower and vine tattoo on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a chain-link starveil necklace nestling a wyrm's heart sapphire in the decolletage, a wispy su'chao silk szi'bai draped precariously over the bust, some ash bangles sporting a subtle sunset-hued sapphire flamestalk mosaic, an intricate eahnor waist chain resting on the hips, a gauzy su'chao silk szi'euk slit up the side to the hips, and a pair of dark amethyst purple lacebark sandals lofted on stained glass heels.

Athalia says, "Master Chamberlain, I believe you had some inductions that you wished to honor as well."

Chamberlain nods at Athalia.

Chamberlain leans on his staff.

Chamberlain says, "I have had the privilege of witnessing countless acts of valor, compassion, and dedication throughout my years in service.  Today, it is my honor to acknowledge the exceptional efforts of two remarkable healers who have selflessly dedicated themselves to the well-being of our beloved Solhaven, the Barony of Vornavis, her people, and those beyond our borders."

Chamberlain says, "In times of great need, these healers have stood as beacons of hope and solace, their unwavering commitment shining brightly even if their carriage or clothing were of humbler furnishings.  They have not only provided suggestions, writings, or even vials to help find a cure for our noble Baron but have delved into the complex studies of the affliction that befell the Steward, Jarnsaixa Vargdoittr.   Their tireless efforts have not only saved lives but have brought comfort and relief to those in times of suffering and despair."

Chamberlain says, "Beyond the walls of our esteemed keep, these healers have extended their healing touch to those who may not have the means to seek help.  One in particular has offered free clinics in our very own South Haven, offering their skills and knowledge to aid those without finances, ensuring that no one in our city is left to suffer alone."

Chamberlain says, "The other, in times of crisis, they have ventured into the field, where danger and uncertainty abound, to provide much-needed aid to those who need it the most.  Their selflessness knows no bounds, and their actions have exemplified the true spirit of healing and compassion."

Chamberlain says, "Today, as I stand before you, I extend my deepest gratitude to these two healers who have given so much of themselves for the betterment of our beloved Solhaven, Vornavis, and the world beyond.  Their dedication, their unwavering support, and their tireless efforts are a testament to the noblest of virtues. May their compassion continue to inspire us all, and may their healing touch bring comfort and solace to our city for years to come."

Chamberlain says, "We would like to extend an invitation to the Order of the Swan to the sylvankind healer, Meril, and the aelotoi healer, Maylan.  We hope that each will honor us by becoming Hospitallers so that we might help them further their goals, and ours, to provide healing and compassion to all."

Maylan blushes a glowing shade of red.

[Lots of applause.]

Maylan blinks.

Chamberlain nods at Athalia.

Maylan nervously says, "Yarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

Athalia smiles.

(Maylan tugs at her collar.)

Maylan clears her throat.

Maylan nervously says, "I would be honored to accept such a position, yarr."

Maylan breaks out in a sweat.

You see Land Pirate Maylan the Hospitaller of the Order of the Swan.
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 in the meridian of life.  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-tassled chipped shell mosaics on their outer edges.
She has a sun-shaped gold stud in her right nostril, and a black-inked crying whale on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
Grubby clouds of dust and grime obscure her form, wafting lazily as she moves.
She is wearing a threadbare crocheted apricot-hued cotton shawl, a frayed knitted cow-motif black and white linen dress, a simply woven bracelet of golden buttercups, some ivory cotton stockings embroidered with frolicking piglets, a flower-pressed wine cork anklet wrapped in plaited twine, and some scrubby looking beige-pink lace slippers inset with gold fireflies.

Athalia folds her hands before her and smiles.

Athalia nods at Chamberlain.

Chamberlain bows to Athalia.

Maylan thickly drawls, "Hospitaller of the Order of the Swan."

Athalia says, "We have but one more order of business that we wish to address before opening the floor to petitions."

Athalia formally calls, "Herald Regwen and Herald Delindra, we must set a charge upon you immediately to represent the Vornavian Court in the broader world.  We know it is a little unfair to ask this of you, however, duty never waits for a man or woman to be ready."

Athalia smiles kindly upon Regwen and Delindra.

Athalia formally says, "We ask that on tomorrow eve, you set sail for a clandestine meeting beyond the southron seas.  There we will ask that you represent Imperial Interests and act as Heralds of not just Vornavis but the Empire."

Delindra nods at Athalia.

Deavon says, "Intriguing."

Athalia wryly says, "Though I can say no more of this meeting for fear of endangering those that will be in attendance, we ask that you take our dear Friend and Steward Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr with you."

Jarnsaixa nods once.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Regwen lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Athalia.

Speaking respectfully to Jaysehn, Odelgarde says, "Commodore Ranshai, we would formally request that you transport our friend and steward to this location on our behalf."

Regwen nods.

Jiarine asks, "A return to plague island?"

Jaysehn nods.

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

Jaysehn says, "It shall be done. The Fleet is happy to help."

Odelgarde says, "I do not believe the island is south."

Speaking reverently to Jaysehn, Uniana wishes, "Fair Winds."

Odelgarde inclines her head respectfully towards Jaysehn.

Akenna smiles at Jaysehn.

Athalia nods slowly.

Speaking to Uniana, Kothos says, "If anyone can find such, it's the Commodore."

Regwen smiles at Jaysehn.

Jiarine says, "Forgive me as I am just a mere mage who has no desire to set foot on a boat to go sailing.  The saltwater does terrible things to my hair."

Chamberlain formally announces, "We will now open the floor for petitions.  Sir Cryheart Thaxin has the floor."

Chamberlain bows to Cryheart.

Cryheart nods at Chamberlain.

Athalia raises an eyebrow.

Cryheart bows to Chamberlain.

Cryheart strides over to stand before Athalia.

Athalia flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Cryheart kneels down.

Cryheart glances at Chamberlain.

Athalia takes a deep breath.

Chamberlain nods at Jaysehn.

Cryheart says, "Please lord Chamberlain dinnae whack me with your staff when I present the gift."

Cryheart winks at Chamberlain.

Athalia raises an eyebrow.

Jarnsaixa frowns.

Cryheart says, "M'lady, this gift was a colloborative effort. Squire Perigourd allowed me to stand in his line position to finish up the gift. Sir Guarrin donated the case. I, of course, forged the gift."

Chamberlain twists his staff in his open hand.

Geijon moves away from Jarnsaixa, over to Cryheart, and stands ready to protect him from attack.

Geijon chuckles.

Cryheart glances at Chamberlain.

Cryheart fidgets.

Cryheart just opened a satin-lined cotton twill surcoat.

Cryheart removes a gem-encrusted maoral weapon case from in his cotton twill surcoat.

Jarnsaixa begins chuckling at Geijon!

Cryheart says, "For a certain ceremony, open the case and see the gift inside."

Cryheart offers Athalia a gem-encrusted maoral weapon case.

Athalia accepts Cryheart's maoral weapon case.

Cryheart stands up.

Cryheart says, "It will hae bite."

Cryheart smiles at Athalia.

Athalia's eyes flutter briefly, her composure broken for a split second before her noble mask slips back into place.

Cryheart says, "Nae."

Athalia just opened a gem-encrusted maoral weapon case.

Athalia smiles.

Speaking to Cryheart, Fyg exclaims, "I think I saw that being made!"

Athalia gasps, "Oh."

Cryheart grins at Fyg.

Perigourd folds his hands behind his back.

Athalia smiles down at Cryheart.

Cryheart bows to Athalia.

Fyg says, "It's very VERY fabulous."

Cryheart winks at Athalia.

Athalia quietly says, "Oh, it is beautiful, my knight."

Athalia places a hand over her heart.

Cryheart says, "Thank ye m'lady."

Athalia removes a ceremonial knighting sword from in her maoral weapon case.

Athalia earnestly says, "That I have the honor of doing another, I will gladly wield this."

Athalia gazes fondly at Cryheart.

Cryheart smiles at Athalia.

Nyaria softly says, "How stunning."

Cryheart says, "My honor to make it for ye."

Athalia put a ceremonial knighting sword in her maoral weapon case.

Cryheart bows to Athalia.

Cryheart takes a few steps back.

Athalia bows deeply to Cryheart.

Cryheart bows to Athalia.

Chamberlain formally announces, "Commodore Jaysehn Ranshai has the floor."

Athalia clears her throat.

Jaysehn strides a few steps forward.

Jaysehn removes his hat with a flourish of his hand.

Jaysehn says, "My Lady.  Recent events have called attention to our lack of a Harbormaster more clearly than ever."

Athalia nods slowly.

Chamberlain nods at Bristenn.

Jaysehn says, "Captain Kimrella's quarantine, the arrival of the plague and now the movement of the Barony's Heralds to far distant waters....this requires organization and leadership."

Athalia nods at Jaysehn.

Jaysehn says, "I would once again wish to put foward Kilvath, who runs the private docks at North Haven Quay. He is a captable seafarer, well respected...."

Jaysehn says, "...and he is half-krolvin. Your mercy towards the refugees of Glaoveln will bring a great many krolvin into the borders of the Barony. Kilvath might be an ideal man to mediate between them, and find useful and purposeful duties for them to make a new future here."

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

Athalia nods.

Jaysehn takes a few steps back.

Athalia says, "Thank you, Commodorre, your matter-of-fact presentation, knowledge of the sea, and commitment to Voln are all things that we have come to rely on these past few months.  We will take your request under advicement."

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

Jaysehn places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

Chamberlain formally announces, "Sir Bristenn Mires has the floor."

Bristenn takes a deep breath.

Bristenn strides a few steps forward.

Athalia nods briskly!

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

Bristenn clearly begins, "It is again that I must thank the court for its honors, and those gathered here who wished their congratulations."

Bristenn carefully continues, "However what I bring to this court on behalf of my brothers and sisters' order is part of that responsibility, as it would appear."

Bristenn clearly explains, "Given the threats posed to not only Vornavis, but the greater parts of this continent- made clearly evident by the Green Death, and the actions of the so named Dusk Coven, I feel we must act."

Chamberlain nods at Fyg.

Athalia looks thoughtfully at Bristenn.

Bristenn briskly states, "Yet we must not act alone.  As her ladyship has been made aware, it is tonight that I formally announce our attempt at an Alliance- a nonpolitical coordination between the many groups, and organizations, brotherhoods and gatherings from each coast and all between."

Athalia raises an eyebrow.

Bristenn continues, "This fellowship would be made to defend our lands, all of our lands, from the threat of the Dusk Coven, without political intent or motivation.  We are all kin in the fight to come, and must defend what is ours."

Bristenn slowly concludes, "By the end of this week, my missives will ideally reach across the lands, and we will meet on the first of Jastatos."

Bristenn forcefully crosses one arm over his chest and offers Athalia a formal bow.

Bristenn takes a few steps back.

Athalia says, "Let me offer one word of caution, Sir Mires.  While I find your endeavor to be noble, you may wish to consider the name that you have used for such an undertaking.  Perhaps Alliance is not the best title to be utilized given the history of such a thing in these parts."

Athalia says, "However."

Bristenn nods understandingly.

(Teveriel frowns darkly.)

Athalia says, "It is never too late to reach out to those we have helped or who have helped us to build a stalwart against the potential for a coming dark.  We look forward to hearing of those groups that will join your call for unity.  Let us remember to respect all walks when we do this."

Jiarine mildly says, "We should just all be friends."

Bristenn firmly assures, "This we swear, my lady."

Athalia nods respectfully.

Chamberlain formally announces, "The Fabulous Fyg Ment has the floor."

Fyg blushes a nice shade of pink.

Fyg waves.

Fyg exclaims, "Hi! I just want to quickly say that I couldn't have done any of my healing with the cure and stuff without the very IMPORTANT help of Miss Loralaii!"

Odelgarde chuckles.

Odelgarde offers Loralaii a black-tipped white swan feather wrapped in Vornavian silk.

Fyg beams happily at Odelgarde!

Loralaii accepts Odelgarde's white swan feather.

Speaking to Odelgarde, Fyg exclaims, "You knew what I was going to say!"

Fyg applauds Loralaii.

Loralaii smiles at Fyg.

Fyg hugs Loralaii.

Athalia says, "Miss Loralaii was honored among the list when first we gave it."

Athalia smiles at Fyg.

Fyg sheepishly says, "I wasn't here."

Fyg ducks her head.

Loralaii darkly says, "I wasnt here, so...."

Athalia amusedly says, "Indeed."

Loralaii darkly says, "Thank you."

Fyg cheerfully exclaims, "That was all!"

Loralaii gives Fyg a friendly hug.

Fyg gazes fondly at Loralaii.

Chamberlain inquires, "Are there any others who wish to petition?"

Chamberlain raises his green staff and thumps the end of it on the floor several times.

Chamberlain formally announces, "This concludes this court session, we thank you all for your presence."

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

[Lots of bows, curtsies, etc.]

Lady Athalia just went through a small side door.

Alosaka says, "Congratulations to everyone who was recognized."

Fyg asks, "So... NOW does anyone need cure?"

Magister Odelgarde just went through a small side door.

Speaking to Chamberlain, Deavon says, "Thank you."

Speaking bashfully to Chamberlain, Maylan says, "Thank you for the honors, Mister Sir."

Uniana graciously praises, "Yes, well done to those commended this evening."

Regwen says, "What a night."

Jarnsaixa steps off the dais.

Jarnsaixa nods.

Chamberlain inclines his head.

Falicor says, "Well done, all."

Jaysehn says, "The Onyx Eclipse will be sailing at the top of the hour if any wish to come. We are scouting the South Blue for signs of our island from the other evening."

Jarnsaixa nods at Guarrin.

Guarrin nods appreciatively at Jaysehn.

Speaking to Chamberlain, Maylan says, "Mister Sir Bristenn Sir told me I'm supposed to bring something to the court, so I brought candy."

Tikba says, "It is wonderful to see people commended for their hard work and dedication."

Maylan grabs a lumpy banana sea slug-shaped candy chew from inside her suede hip-satchel.

Speaking to Jaysehn, Guarrin says, "I will join you, certainly."

Maylan offers Chamberlain a lumpy banana sea slug-shaped candy chew.

Mourdeyan says, "Excuse me."

Jaysehn says, "I'll be in the Market once preperations are made."

Falicor says, "Fight well, all."

Guarrin says, "We have much work to do, but well earned all."

Bristenn slowly agrees, "She brought candy, yes."

Jarnsaixa says, "Be careful in your travels, Commodorre."

Speaking awkwardly to Maylan, Chamberlain says, "That is... very thoughtful of you."

Maylan nods.

Chamberlain accepts Maylan's slug-shaped chew.

Speaking to Jarnsaixa, Jaysehn says, "Fate, my Lady."

You warmly say, "Congratulations to all those honored this evening.  Such was very well deserved all around."

Geijon says, "Indeed."

Nyaria softly says, "May the winds always be at your back."

Speaking to Maylan, Chamberlain offers, "It looks very lifelike."

Tikba says, "I must return home. Congratulations, my friends."

Speaking appreciatively to you, Tikba says, "I will speak to you again once we know more of the damage."

Speaking to Tikba, Fyg asks, "Can I help you feel better?"

Lylia says, "I should venture back as well."

Speaking sincerely to Tikba, you say, "I look forward to hearing what we can help with."

Oxhammer says, "Well done all...all well deserved."

Speaking to Tikba, Fyg exclaims, "All better!"

Guarrin asks, "Shall we head back to the market?"

Jisandra whispers something to Jarnsaixa.

Jarnsaixa raises an eyebrow in Jisandra's direction.

Speaking to Guarrin, Maylan says, "Congrats to you, fella."

Speaking to her white swan feather, Jiarine says, "It would be in terrible taste to have you altered immediately."

Jarnsaixa nods at Jisandra.

You say, "Good evening, everyone."

Speaking to Maylan, Guarrin says, "Thank you, and to you as well."

Speaking to Bristenn, Maylan exclaims, "And to you too!"