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Post by M'dran on Oct 4, 2007 12:37:03 GMT -5
((There are many NPC's here and whoever wants to can play them.))
Near the Lord and Lady Chambers is a small room, the Council Chamber. It doesn't need to be big because what is going to happen there today is not supposed to involve a lot of people.
At one end of the long table that is in the Council Chamber, sits a stunningly beautiful young woman. Her head is held high, her manner confident, she does not think that the trial will be held today.
At the sides of the tables sit various Lord Holders and Weyrleaders, there are no Crafters but the Master Harper to be seen, they usually do not take part in such events.
The Master Harper sits at the other end of the table with a young woman standing on his right side. The Master Harper is supposed to control the trial but he's old and needs the woman beside him to help him, strangely enough the helper is a dragonrider.
It's been a while since the trial was supposed to start and the Lord Holders and Weyrleaders are getting impatient, whispering amongst themselves. The Harper has started to doze under the watchful eye of the dragonrider and Covera still sits with her back straight, looking nothing but regal. A self satisfied smirk is on her face, she is certain that the accusers will not arrive.
Finally the Lord Holder of Boll stands up, the man is young and a newly made Lord Holder and he's impatient. His valuable time has been wasted and he's had enough. "Since the accusers are not going to arrive, I propose we leave," he boomed over the Chamber. Covera smirks and the others murmur their agreement and nod their heads but at the last minute, the door bursts open and in come the accusers, Emillyn and M'dran, with a old man trailing behind them.
"We have arrived, the trial can now start," M'dran said calmly and took a seat at the side of the table, beside X'or, the Ista Weyrleader who gave M'dran a meaningful look, berating him for arrriving late.
((And now Emillyn, the ball rolles to you. Oh and the 'Helper' is Relliga, the new charrie:D))
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Post by Emillyn on Oct 5, 2007 17:46:38 GMT -5
Settling into her chair, Emillyn nodded briefly to those seated and waiting, "Apologies," she began, a thin smile tugging the corners of her mouth, "for being as late as we are. We had to make some," Emillyn glanced at Covera, her tired voice level as she spoke, "detours." Pausing briefly, she added, "But that is besides the point. If everyone if here now, we may continue with the trial." 'You're doing fine.' Amithyst assured her rider from her warm ledge. 'Thanks, 'Thyst.' Emillyn thanked her dragon, 'Comfortable?' 'Yes.' Came Amithyst's brief response, the dragon dozing off into a light nap.
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Post by M'dran on Oct 6, 2007 5:05:12 GMT -5
The dozing Master Harper, Tobort, woke up with a start at the dragonrider's gentle touch. "What? Agreed!" He mumbled. "The trial can start now uncle Tobort," the dragonrider said gently to Tobort. "Yes, my dear child, I know," the Harper said, his wits now about him. "Master Harper, why is this child here?" The Lord Holder of Lemos asked harshly, watching the dragonrider. "Her? That is no child my dear Lord Holder," the Harper said, his voice now more powerful, reminding the present that he was still a Harper to the bone. But the dragonrider patted the Harper's shoulder. "I can take care of myself uncle," she said, her voice sweet. "Recently my uncle's health as been detoiriating, and I'm here to aid him," she said proudly. "Also, I'm here on behalf of Telgar Weyr with H'nor, as his closest councelor," she said with a nod to H'nor who nodded in agreement. "Well what's your name then lass?" Dorem of Lemos demanded. "My name is Relliga, rider of green Hertith," Relliga said proudly. "If we have settled the matter of the lass?" Jopon, Lord of Boll asked impatiently. "Yes," Tobort said and coughed. "Will the accusers please stand up and justify the causes for the Lady Holder's imprisonment?" He asked Emillyn and M'dran, his still powerful voice booming over the small room. M'dran stood up and nodded to Emillyn to procede.
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Post by Emillyn on Oct 8, 2007 10:50:19 GMT -5
Emillyn rose quietly to her feet beside M'dran, "We are gathered her today, as you all know," she began, her voice calm despite how nervous she felt, "for Covera's trial to question her conduct and right to continue leading Daliath Hold." Pausing, Emillyn took a deep breath and glanced around the room, "The reasons for this trial start with, most recently, her failed attempt to prevent this trial from occurring." Emillyn stopped speaking abruptly because Covera, calm and confident, had stood up and began to speak, "I'm sure this is all for the good of the Hold," she offered in a sweet voice, "but," her sweet voice became more critical, "can they back any of the accusations they have? I don't see how they could prove even this first statement and I would certainly hate for any of you to have your time wasn't by this." Covera confident eyes drifting around the people gathered, "Besides, have any of you noticed the mess Daliath Weyr is in? There are riderless dragonettes on the Hatching Grounds and the weyr itself is all but empty. If anything, these two should be dealing with the problems at their weyr, not wasting our time with ridiculous accusations." With that, Covera returned to her seat. Emillyn glanced at M'dran, she didn't know what to say to this. 'I could always eat her.' the voice of her dragon comforted Emillyn, 'I'm sure no one would mind.'
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Post by M'dran on Oct 8, 2007 12:08:11 GMT -5
"And whose fault is that, Lady Covera?" M'dran said loudly, his eyes lingering on Covera before confronting the Master Harper. "I'm sure that if you would search Lady Covera's quarters, you would find several bottles of poison and herbs fatal to the touch," his voice was confident, he had been full of anxiety before, but now that he was here, it was all forgotten.
The Lord Holders stirred when M'dran accused Covera of possessing poison. "What makes you think that Lady Covera would have in her possession poison?" Utar of Crom asked and watched Covera, his eyes filled with adoration, or lust.
"That is indeed a severe offense if she has indeed poison in her possession," Dorem said, his brows snapping together. Dorem might be an old windbag sometimes but he was fair, that much could be said about him.
Covera accidentally let fear show on her face for a moment but quickly acted like these accusations were untrue. "There is hardly any need for you to break into a Lady's room, is there?" She asked surprised, her eyebrows raised. "Just because of some silly newly-made-Weyrleader, who disappeared for a long time, shirking under the responsibility given too him!" Covera looked M'dran straight into they eye, only to be met with an even more direct gaze. Their eyes were locked for a long time until Covera finally looked away.
"I think you know the reason for my absence, Lady Covera," M'dran said and then looked at the others. "The day of my disappearance, I was sent a package from an unknown sender. That's the last thing I remember. A short while ago, I woke up on a beach close to Daliath Weyr, and I had lost all memory of what had happened since I got the package," M'dran paused and looked again at Covera. "Even then, I did not suspect that Covera was the cause for this. I assumed that even if Covera was not my favorite person in the world, she would surely not go as far as poisoning a Weyrleader."
A little chatter started now, the Lord Holders and Weyrleaders discussing if there was any truth in what M'dran was saying. But Tobort would have none of that. "SILENCE!" He boomed and pounded his fist in the table. "Let the young Weyrleader continue," he said with a nod to M'dran who nodded in turn to Tobort.
"But as I went to Daliath Hold to let the Lady know of my return, I discovered the already mentioned poison. One herb being what I recognize from my tutoring in the Weyr, a herb that causes the person who touches it with bare hands to temporarily lose consciousness. Another herb that I saw can often be the cause of memory lapses for a time that can go as long as one month," he turned to the more doubtful Lord Holders. "It's not hard to do the math is it?" He asked the Lord Holders and motioned to Emillyn. "As for the other accusations, I'm sure Emillyn will tell you about them more."
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Post by Emillyn on Oct 24, 2007 17:05:09 GMT -5
Emillyn took a deep breath and started, as she had been trying to before, with the most recent troubles Covera had had a hand in. As she spoke Covera, who had until this point managed to keep a calm face, began to look steadily more worried about the outcome of the trial. "And that," Covera heard Emillyn conclude, "is why we have asked that Covera be removed from the position of Lady Holder of Daliath." Emillyn had gone over every bit of information about Covera's little schemes that the Daliath weyrleaders had managed to uncover. Just as Emillyn was giving a little sigh of relief, Covera piped up, a quiet tinge of desperation in her voice, "Still, can they prove any of this?" Her voice, once pleasant, cracked slightly, "For example, this boy she mentioned. How do we know he can be trusted? How do we know there was even such a boy?" Her eyes glinted and her smile appeared stretched and thin in this last ditch effort to save her position as Lady Holder. Emillyn bit her lip, surprised. Before Covera's questions, while troublesome, had been within her right as a Holder but now, to directly question the honesty of not only dragonriders but weyrleaders- that would only irritate the presiding Holders and Weyrleaders. 'What is she doing?' Emillyn asked her golden dragon, shaking off her surprise with the pointless question, 'What now?' Amithyst snorted, flexing her powerful wings in the warm sunlight, 'I can always fetch the boy.' She offered, wanting to check on her dragonettes and knowing how hungry they would by then.
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Post by M'dran on Oct 25, 2007 4:25:32 GMT -5
Tobort raised his bushy eyebrows when Covera questioned the amount of proof the Weyrleaders could make. He opened his mouth but Dorem had started talking. "I say we summon that boy," Dorem growled. "And hear his story," Dorem looked around the table for response. "A splendid idea," the quiet sophiscated Lord Holder of Tillek, Bartre, spoke up for the first time. "He's in Daliath Weyr you say?" The gentle and fair Lord Holder Nabol, Kassan asked quietly. M'dran fought the urge to shake the Lord Holders, wasn't it obvious that Covera was guilty? Did they need any further proof? "Yes, he is under the care of a boy that recently impressed and a girl who just arrived at the Weyr," he said, his voice managing to sound even. "Has this boy not committed felony?" The Lord Holder of Nerat, Rawign said slyly. "I mean, shouldn't he be guarded by someone else than a weyrling and a mere candidate?" Rawign asked, spreading his hands around in question. Various Lords nodded their head in agreement.
Tobort who had been waiting impatiently for silence so that he could talk, finally wearied of the wait because it was obvious that the Lords were paying him no heed. For what seemed the millionth time, Tobort pounded his fist at the table until the small chatter that had been going on ceased. "Who is in favour of bringing the boy in for questioning?" He asked harshly. Hands flew up in the air and it was clear that most of the Lords and Weyrleaders approved of this suggestion. "Splendid," Tobort said happily. "If one of the Weyrleaders of Daliath would be so kind..." "Is it safe sending them alone? Shouldn't we send someone with the Weyrleader of choice?" Jopon asked the council. The Weyrleaders exchanged meaningful glances until X'or of Ista stood up. "You question the word of a dragonrider?" He asked with his eyebrows raised. "You question the word of a Weyrleader?" X'or looked Emillyn in the eye. "I say we send the Weyrwoman to fetch this boy and no one will go with her, for that would be a serious offence indeed, questioning the honesty of a Weyrleader," X'or sat down and all the Weyrleaders nodded in agreement.
"Too often have the Weyrs given us a chance to question their honor!" The Lord Holder of Ista, Yarnar, growled and glared at X'or. Yarnar had lost his only heir to Ista Weyr were the boy thrived as a bronze wingleader. "I suggest that you do not involve something personal in this, Yarnar," X'or said warningly. Tobort looked gently at Yarnar. "We all know of your grievances against the Weyrs but this is not a time to discuss them, my dear Yarnar." Tobort's gentle voice calmed Yarnar down. "Emillyn," Tobort said with a nod to the Weyrwoman. "Could you and Aslath be so kind to fetch this boy?" He asked but several Lord Holders murmured angrily. "I still think someone should be sent with her," Dorem murmured and several Lords nodded in agreement. H'nor stood up quickly, a frown on his face. Was he going to have to defend the Weyrs honesty again? But Tobort mentioned him to sit down, a thoughtful frown on his face. "If you are questioning the honesty of the Weyrs, who better to send with the Weyrwoman than another dragonrider?" He asked the Lords. "I don't trust them Weyrleaders," Carinal of Bitra snapped. "I wasn't suggesting a Weyrleader," Tobort said, a gentle smile on his lips. "Who then?" Kassan of Nabol asked quietly. "My dear niece, who is entirely neautral to this discussion!" Tobort patted his niece's hand. "Now if you would fetch Israfel?" He asked Emillyn and Rell moved to stand near the Weyrwoman, ready to go.
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Post by Emillyn on Oct 30, 2007 15:53:41 GMT -5
"If everyone's fine with this," Emillyn voice was calm although her thoughts were in a considerably less organized state, she looked over at Rell as she continued, "then we should head out." As she pushed her chair in, Emillyn heard Amithyst give a small, derisive snort at the thought that her rider was not trusted with something as trivial as picking up a person. 'They should trust you.' came the queen's self assured words as Emillyn made her way to the door, 'I trust you.' 'That 'Thyst, dear,' Emillyn reminded Amithyst, allowing herself a small smile, 'is because I am your rider- you know me better than anyone else.' "Do you know what Daliath looks like, Rell?" Emillyn asked the other rider, remembering that a rider new to the area might lack the crucial mental picture needed for making the jump, "Amithyst can always send your dragon a picture if you want."
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Post by M'dran on Oct 30, 2007 17:25:28 GMT -5
"Everyone's fine lass, now move it, some of us have homes to return to," Dorem said grumpily and waved the two young women off.
At Emillyn's question Rell smacked herself on the forehead, how could she forget something as important as the picture of the place where she was going? "I do not, Weyrwoman, and I think Hertith would greatly appreciate a picture from Amithyst," she admitted with a smile before leaving the stuffed room. When Emillyn and Rell were away from prying ears and eyes the greenrider opened up with a sigh. "I have to admit that my only purpose for coming to this meeting was not just to help Uncle, I had hoped..." Rell hesitated. "I had hoped to seek refuge with you at Daliath Weyr after this trial. It's getting a bit tight in Telgar," the greenrider didn't seem to be telling the entire truth and she knew it. In frustration she bit her lower lip while waiting for an answer from Emillyn.
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Post by Emillyn on Oct 31, 2007 15:12:09 GMT -5
A smile flicked across Emillyn's face when she heard Rell's reply, "We could always use another person at Daliath." she assured Rell, striding along beside the green rider. ''Thyst?' Emillyn called to her dragon. 'I sent Hertith an image of Daliath.' Amithyst cut in, 'And stop calling me 'Thyst.' There was a pause and Emillyn could almost see the immense gold dragon rising and stretching her wings in the sunlight, 'I'll meet you near the Hold entrance.' the gold dragon told her rider, eager to see her dragonettes again.
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Post by M'dran on Nov 1, 2007 10:53:22 GMT -5
Relief spread over Rell's features and the greenrider relaxed but then she frowned again. "Listen, I won't be able to go with you to Daliath Weyr now," she confessed. "I trust you completely so just fly between, fetch the boy and come back. No one will ever be the wiser," she told Emillyn but she was afraid that Emillyn would ask why she couldn't come. And that was a secret. /In a few months, she'll know anyway,/ Hertith told Rell, her voice matter-of-fact. Rell stopped suddenly and faced Emillyn. "I can't go between, it would kill my baby," she suddenly told Emillyn and stroked her still-flat tummy. "You have to go alone to Daliath, Hertith can accompany you, but I won't be able to go there."
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Post by Emillyn on Nov 10, 2007 13:13:50 GMT -5
"Oh, okay." Emillyn said, at a complete lack of words for this sudden bit of information, "'Thyst is here." she added heading out into the warm sun and comforting presence of her golden dragon. 'My dragonettes will be hungry.' Amithyst told her rider, watching the ruffled, slightly distressed figure through calm eyes. She knew her rider was worried about the trial and was doing her best to distract Emillyn. 'I'm sure Z'nel will have fed them.' Emillyn assured her dragon, her mind still replaying the past few hours, 'I'm sure they'll be happy to see you though.' At this a smile appeared at her lips and she remembered her Amithyst napping, a quiet gold, in the sun surrounded by the eggs that had hatched to find no candidates. 'I love you 'Thyst.' Emillyn added as she mounted her dragon. A muffled snort and a flexing of sun soaked wings, 'Stop calling me that.' Amithyst lifted skyward, slipping gracefully between the moment they were high enough above the sun painted, wind worn grounds of Daliath Hold.
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Post by Emillyn on Dec 9, 2007 14:54:49 GMT -5
Emillyn, trying to get Israfel to move from his spot across the Hatching Grounds, had been worried about what Covera might be saying at that very moment. Well, at that very moment, Covera wasn't saying a thing. Her smug smile conveyed her message better than words. See? the smile seemed to say, If there was really an Israfel, that ridiculous excuse for a weyrwoman would be back already. Confident, Covera yawned, turning to where the weyrleaders were sitting and asking the closest one, "You know more about dragons than I do, dear. How long could it possibly take to go to Daliath, pick up one person, and come back here?"
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Post by Emillyn on Jan 23, 2008 22:47:05 GMT -5
Covera continued to regain both composure and confidence as she waited, time trickling slowly by as she continued to prod the weyrleaders, almost mockingly, with her questions, "Surely this weyrwoman should be back by now, shouldn't she?" And, as time trickled slowly by, the room was become hotter, stuffier, and considerably less comfortable all around- a fact which was showing in the increasing irritation of all those present. "If you want," Covera suggested sweetly, turning to the Lord Holders, "we can simply stop these ridiculous proceedings. After all, I know you have better things to do than wait for a mere weyrwoman." It was only moments after this statement, as the Lord Holders seemed to begin to seriously consider Covera's offer, that a great golden dragon erupted above them, barely able to fit its enormous bulk even in the grandly arched interior of the room they were meeting in. Sliding from her dragon's side as the beautiful gold beast lowered briefly to drop a bundle on the floor, the weyrwoman managed a shuffled, clumsily graceful landing as her dragon vanished between. Beside Emillyn, the 'bundle' rose, standing shakily and peering around, half terrified, half confused, at his surroundings. A disheveled pair- the tired, anxious weyrwoman and the plainly dressed, dirty boy. Emillyn had returned to the meeting and Israfel was with her. "I apologize for the amount of time you had to wait," Emillyn told the waiting Lord Holders and Weyrleaders, "I know you time is valuble so, if you don't mind, let us proceed with the trial." Despite her calm words and confident composure, Emillyn was nervous, standing there with everyone's eyes on her and beside her, slouching and covered in bits of dirt, his clothes worn, was the one person who would, perhaps, affect this trial most of all- Israfel.
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