Alistair arrives clad in the uniform and armor of his Office - the Inquisition. He seems stern as ever. Which is how he always seems. So perhaps the Assembly of Peers with many of the Peers of the land as well as the Crown is just another day for him. Unlikely. He stands off to the side with a cadre of Confessors, watching the proceedings with a keen eye.

Luna, the sweet, studious assistant arrives, following Carita.

Joscelin waddles into the Assembly of Peers, followed by her massive deerhound, Mongoose, and makes her way to the commoner benches. She takes a seat with care, grumbling under her breath as she tries to get comfortable.

Stefano, an inconspicuous Lycene bodyguard, Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow arrive, following Mirella.

Berenice has joined the Lyceum Benches.

Khanne looks up and calls out to Gwenna. "Gwenna, remember that gown I mentioned, that Morrighan made?" She stands up and gestures to herself, even doing a little twirl.

Lianne's arrival is a quiet thing, easily overlooked among the more exquisitely attired peers. Who can tell what she's wearing under that heavy cloak, but at least she's likely to be warm beneath all that weight. She settles beside Pasquale with a small smile to her Voice and muted consideration of the others nearby. Someone doesn't like having to leave home in this snowy weather.

Amari has joined the Valardin Benches.

Luna, the sweet, studious assistant leaves, following Carita.

Gwenna perks up as she hears the famed Halfshav's voice and smiles once she takes in the dress. "Oh, Lady Khanne, it is /beyond/. Those deep colors with the silver? Stunning. Truly, I need to commission her very soon."

Inquisitor Jonathen arrives, following Laric.

Luna, the sweet, studious assistant arrives, following Carita.

Mia steps into the Assembly hall as she enters almost every room -- at a brisk pace, like to kick up the hems of her skirts in a way that strongly suggests that really, the poor fabric would be best off just getting out of her way. She pauses in her direct path towards the Grayson benches precisely long enough to offer a curtsy in the general direction of the King and the High Lords, should any of them be looking, and something that resembles a vague smirk at Corban where he stands next to the reigning monarch. Gods above only know what the man may have done to deserve *that* look from the woman.

Laric has joined the Grayson Benches.

Looking quite at home without a weapon, Calarian steps along with Dominique to find a place among the others at the Valardin benches. He loosens his coat and settles down, comfortable and upright, gaze scanning across the crowd that has come to fill the building.

Stefano, an inconspicuous Lycene bodyguard, Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow leave, following Mirella.

Waiting by Ouida as they stand for the King's arrival, Orvyn raises his hand to touch at the iredescite and duskstone earring that he wears. The storm so captured within and the telling tale crafted to the point that it manages to encapsulate the very state of the compact so perfectly in that very moment.

Elgana has left the Redrain Benches.

Lille, the dauntless companion leaves, following Elgana.

Lille, the dauntless companion arrives, following Elgana.

It is not often that Valdemar can sneak anywhere, but among the finery being shown off this evening, he is easy to miss as he slips into the room with his wife on his arm. Taking a seat at the Thrax benches, the Grimhall Duke glances around the room while settling in.

Elgana has joined the Redrain Benches.

Kalani has joined the Grayson Benches.

Lou makes her way into the assembly and takes a moment to pause here and there so that, yes, they can see her exceptional armoring gear that keeps her safe on expeditions. She then takes a moment and walks purposefully toward the Grayson benches, a small glimmer of amusement touching her features as people start talking about her forest stalker set. She grins as she settles down, close to wherever her sister Reese is sitting.

Lou has joined the Grayson Benches.

Desiree steps inside wearing a beautiful black and green gown. She looks around and takes a seat beside her family.

Simone has joined the Valardin Benches.


Belladonna walks into the Assembly of Peers with flair, standing tall as her azure eyes sweep across the crowd of nobles, commoners, guards and humorously named pets. She does a curtsy at the direction of the King, waves and winks at those she knows from the other parts of the Compact, but doesn't take long before taking a seat by the Lyceum benches. There, she eyes those present, greeting them by name and commenting at the amazing fashion at display.

Vanora arrives on her husband's arm in a modest looking gown of umbra overlayed with silvery-green lace. Grimhall colors, and the Duchess wears them proudly as she settles in on the Thrax benches.

Perhaps not willing to allow autumn to die, Elgana arrives in a blaze of scarlet and bronze silks making her way over toward the Redrain benches to quietly take her seat. A little waggle of fingers given to those there already in greeting.

Carita has joined the Thrax Benches.

Mikani has joined the Thrax Benches.

For all that she's attired in umbra and seasilk, Mirella's entrance is a quiet and unobtrusive one. Without fuss, the Lycene servant finds a place at the commoners bench and sits down, smoothing her skirts with unaffected grace as she does so.

Mirella has joined the Commoner Benches.

Belladonna has joined the Lyceum Benches.

Simone enters the Assembly, then pauses to glance around, stepping out of the way of the crowds pouring into the room. Spotting Corban next to the King she offers him a warm smile and a wave before making her way to the Valardin benches to take a seat. Offering a brief, polite curtsy in greeting to those already present there.

Victus had been sat at the Voices of the Realm awhile before the proceedings had begun. He was wearing his usual attire, save for one specific change. A set of beads now woven into his beard, allowing for some intricate braids. Fashionable. Proper, even. The most dressed up he's ever been in fact!

Prince Luca arrives, or maybe he's just been here all along, but he drifts through the gathered people in familiar flashes of bronzed flesh when he's seen, circling the seating no doubt, looking not just for a spot, but the best spot. Sometimes it can take a few minutes.

Renn, the mousy, scholarly brunette arrives, delivering a message to Mikani before departing.

Talen is overheard praising Victus: Your beads are okay.

Ashe, the studious Stormward paralegal, 2 Kennex corsairs arrive, following Octavia.

Alaric stands and regards the hall from the center front of the room, speaking in a clear and confident voice. "My subjects, it has been a tumultuous past few years for our great Compact of Arvum. Would-be warlords have raised forces and waged war upon us, seeking to take parts of our realm for their own. Our generation has suffered great losses in war, and almost all Arvians from Westrock Reach to the Maelstrom know to their sorrow the pain of a friend or family member lost in these many recent conflicts. Once again, we have been attacked by a blasphemous cult that sought to desecrate the grounds around the Lodge of Petrichor outside Arx itself. And once again, though more of our bravest souls have fallen in defense of others, our Compact's determination and unity in the face of aggression has prevailed. I am immensely proud of your valor and tenacity, and your ongoing commitment to stand up for our great Arvian way of life."

"Furthermore, I wish to say to the gathered Peers of the realm today that as your King I am keenly aware of the sacrifices we all have made, the lives cut short and the blood spent, that we who are here today may continue to live unbound and strive to make the Pantheonic virtues real. I understand the strain these repeated conflicts have laid upon us all, and I pledge to you that in this year After Unification 1010, I will endeavor to see that it is one the Houses of Arvum can use to rebuild and repair the losses we all have suffered. Certainly there are still dangers in the world, and we are not naive to think we can unilaterally declare peace and expect the Compact's enemies to acquiesce. But the Crown will be making rebuilding efforts a priority all across the realm, and pursuant to that goal we encourage any House that would like some support in their efforts to contact the Ministries to see how we can send some aid to speed those efforts along." That offer extended, his expression becomes an unreserved and regally charming grin. "With that, I call this Assembly of Peers to order. Please rise for the convocation of the Faith of the Pantheon."

Octavia has joined the Thrax Benches.

Pharamond has joined the Grayson Benches.

Jeta has joined the Commoner Benches.

Ilvin clears his throat, and rises. He moves into the center of the room, dressed in white-gold finery he seldom wears, heavy cloak and robes edged with gold and a richly decorated miter, and looking somewhat uncomfortable in all of it. Still, when he speaks, his voice is clear and strong.

"Good evening everyone. ...In the name of Petrichor, who has given unto us dominion, I hereby consecrate this ground. Let all who abide within be bathed in the light of the gods, and be protected by the holy sacrament of Sanctuary. Until this Assembly be lawfully dismissed, to shed blood or begin violence on this ground will be the darkest sin, and shall be punished accordingly." He pauses, for a moment, to allow that to sink in.

Acantha straightens up at the Redrain benches when the King arrives and starts talking. The dark haired woman focuses her smokey gaze on him and she's quiet for now. When they are asked to rise though she does so gracefully for the convocation of the Faith. Then there's a bit of a side eye to Cadern and her lips quirk into grin, but she says nothing.

Eleyna finishes flicking Victus' beard beads and rises for the convocation, as composed as ever as she listens to Ilvin.

Victus raises after having his beard prodded at by the Archduchess, bowing his head in reverence.

Rising at the call of the convocation, the large form of Jeffeth rises as well. Stepping away from the benches, the Knight Commander of the Solace lingers near Ilvin as the consecration begins, tilting his head down slightly.

Marian rises for the convocation, a solemn look on her face as she turns her eyes to Ilvin. She bows her head in reverence, taking those words closely t her heart.

Mikani stands and bows her head in reverence. Her hands folded in front of her as she receives the benediction.

Edain rises for the convocation and bows his head. His thoughts his own as the convocation is given.

Rymarr is already standing near the Grayson benches, accompanied by three of the Iron Guard. Loophole. Don't have to stand up if you're already standing.

As the Convocation begins, Mia rises from her only recently occupied seat. But before she bows her head and awaits the full of the Faith's words for the evening, her dark eyes dart around, taking stock of the faces of those present.


"Let us pray! We pray for the charity of Gild, that our every thought and action be for the good of all! We pray for the honor of Gloria, that we will stand courageous for our principles! We pray for the inspiration of Jayus, that we may tread new paths. We pray for the growth of Lagoma, that we do not reject the new for the comfort of the old. We pray for the fidelity and love of Limerance, that we may never betray the oaths we have sworn for political gain or convenience, nor our love for this land... and one another. We pray for the breath of Mangata, that sustains us and links us, no matter our divisions. We pray to be worthy of the dominion Petrichor has granted, and work ever for the stewardship of land and people. We pray for the justice of the Sentinel, that no innocent be condemned and no guilty man or woman exalted among these peers. We pray for the wisdom of Vellichor, that our actions be informed by knowledge and our legacies preserved for all time. We pray that we remember that Skald has given us both the right of choice, and the responsibility for our choices, and that the Queen reminds us of the price and reward of our service. Let every word and choice here be aimed to protect and exalt the Dream we live within!"

Ilvin looks around the room, solemnly, blinking once in the light. "We pray for the awareness of the Thirteenth, and remain ever vigilant against our own darkest desires, that we may keep our eyes to the light, and our feet on the righteous path!"

Lou stands and bows her head as well.

Alis rises from her chair and bows her head during the benediction.

Simone rises for the convocation and bows her head respectfully. A slight smile crosses her face at the words and she nods in appreciation.

Carita rises along with everyone else near her, bowing her head.

Armani has left the Valardin Benches.

A moment ago smirking a bit impishly with her sister and the rest of the Redrain party, Princess Helena now seems the picture of propriety when she rises, lashes lowered for the solemn convocation, head tipped respectfully downward so that her golden hair falls forward like a veil about her delicate features. Her head cants a little to the side, listening to Ilvin speak, listening to the poetry and rhythm of the dire warning and the prayer that follows.

Dominique doesn't rise! Jk. She totally rises too.

Sorrel rises for the convocation, folding her hands before her quietly as she listens to the prayer being offered.

Rising and resting spread fingers lightly on the back of the bench before her, Sabine bows her head under the weight of the solemnly given prayers. Her other hand lifts to curl in grace over her heart. Such poise. Such reverence. Such good standing.

Cora also rises for the convocation and stands listening quietly.

Reese is overheard praising Ilvin: Wonderful prayer

Alessia rises, removing her coat and draping it gently on her seat as the convocation begins.

Lora rises in silence and stands in silence, bowing her head like so many others. A single glance is given in Ilvin's direction as he works through the Convocation, but it's brief.

Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp arrives, following Miranda.


"...All this we pray. Blessings upon this place, and upon you all this evening." Ilvin says, making a sign of benediction, before he steps back, and to the side. "Majesty." He says, clasping his hand together and bowing to the King.

Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp have been dismissed.

Desiree rises and listens silently to the prayer with a bow of her head.

Sparte takes off his hat as he rises up to pray, holding it to his chest as Ilvin speaks. He nods as they speak, smiles as they finish, and puts back on his hat before speaking quiely with the others in the commoner's seating with him about how lovely a prayer that was.

Ouida is amongst those who stands and who seems to be truly reverent during Ilvin's convocation, her expression open and solemn, until she bows her head in prayer along with the others. At his final words, she quietly touches the fingertips of one hand briefly to her heart, and then to her lips.

Khanne stands for the convocation and bows her head in reverence, as she always does at every Assembly. With each God mentioned by Ilvin, she gives a nod and her lips move in a small whisper that only those nearest to her can hear, including at the end. She then retakes her seat.

"Thank you, Archlector Ilvin. You may all be seated," Alaric declares appreciatively, taking his own seat and leaning forward slightly to begin the meeting proper. "As I alluded to earlier and as most of you all know by now, the Compact has successfully seen off another attack. Fortunately, it was not a third army in nearly as many years that we were obliged to repel, but even so this cultist incursion was able to strike with deadly force and fanatic ferocity. Under the oversight of the Iron Guard and the King's Own, volunteers from all over the Compact lent their power and banded together in coordination to repel the attacks against the grounds of the Lodge of Petrichor near Arx. First Captain Sir Corban Telmar of the King's Own will be delivering the Crown's official after-action report on the campaign for the historical record." He glances over his shoulder with a nod. "Sir Corban, the floor is yours."

Cullen stands respectfully, chin tipped towards the floor and eyes closed while listening, a look of serenity upon his pallid features.

Shard rose slowly, but she sits as soon as it's allowed, her expression still looking ever so slightly sour.

Ilvin returns to his seat, trying to muster up all the dignity he can. The hat helps. It makes him look taller.

Miranda has joined the Lyceum Benches.

Sparte is overheard praising Ilvin: A lovely Convocation. He should do the next one.

The Archduchess takes her seat after the prayer and turns her attention to Corban, her pale blue eyes fixed on him and her head tilted ever so slightly.

Miranda slips in, just in time to miss a .. prayer it seems. Meep! Still, she curiously looks about, then heads straight over to the Lyceum benches where she promptly finds a plays to sit and does so.

Alessia quietly listens to the Godsworn, head bowed, seemingly absorbing the words stated. When the king speaks, she takes her seat once again.

Marian gives an admiring look to Ilvin for his convocation, and then takes her seat, giving her attention first to the King and then to Corban as he goes to give a report on Lodge efforts.

Kalani rests one hand lightly over her heart, fingers splayed subtly throughout the prayer and only lowers back into her seat once more when the prayer is completed. The Seliki healer smooths her skirt with both hands as she settles again, hands then resting in her lap, fingers laced together.

Helena is overheard praising Ilvin: Lovely prayer.

Ouida is overheard praising Ilvin: A beautiful prayer and reminder. Thank you!

Thesarin has left the Grayson Benches.

As the prayer concludes, Mia then resumes her seat, her attention moving to Corban as directed. She even goes so far as to offer the man a nod, perhaps one of encouragement?

Marian is overheard praising Ilvin: A moving convocation

Pharamond is present, dressed not in his leathers but a bit more finery, and is far more sober and somber than usually expected for the Ashford Sword-slash-official stand-in for the House this evening. His expression isn't unlike a child who's been told he has to take five more bites when he only wants to take three, and at least one of those has to include the broccoli.

Show time! Corban steps forward before the Assembly, away from the right hand of the King, another Silver Sword taking his place so that the Sovereign is protected at all times. Corban bows his head to Alaric, acknowledging the directive from the King. He then unfolds the paper that his aide has given him and begins.

"The bottom line is this: The enemy was repulsed at all fronts, and the Lodge of Petrichor remains standing and strong. This report summarizes the engagements and is necessarily limited by the place of its presentation. It is also necessarily an overview, unable to fully encompass the bravery and skill displayed by those involved.

"It is worth-while to make clear that we were defending not just the Lodge. We also protected a grove of trees to the northwest, important to the Spirit Walkers; a set of burrows northeast of the Lodge; an old stone watch tower east of the Lodge; a series of caves north-northwest of the Lodge; and a protected pasturage just south of the Lodge.

"The engagement began at the Burrows, where the Crimson Blades and and King’s Own both defended the warrens and rode patrols against nearby cultists waiting in ambush. Although the Blades suffered serious casualties, and some among the King’s Own were wounded, the area remained defended. We are thankful, too, for our siblings in arms who call the Burrows home for their assistance and mourn their losses.

”The attack then moved to the northern Grove, where the Redrain and Spirit Walkers held the watch. We are told that animals of the forest -- diseased by contacted with the so-called Horned God -- attacked with great ferocity. And there were cultists and other followers of the Traitor who engaged the Redrain and Spirit Walker forces. Although there were losses there, especially among the shamans, the Faith reports that there is Sanctuary at the Grove at last.

"There were also attacks near the stone watch tower and the Lodge itself, where the combined might of the Thrax, the Graysons, and the Faith Militant held the line. We remember particularly the loss of six hundred Templars and Knights of Solace in a single engagement. But they did their duty, and they allowed the Lodge to continue to stand.

"We remember also the brave Valardian calvary, assisted by the Redrain, that held the grove, and the Mirrorguard and the Explorers that cleared the caves of the cultist influence.

"In the end, the highest leaders of the Horned God’s heretical cult were eliminated and the forces appeared to fracture. Our losses were great. But we have kept the enemy from capturing the Lodge and drawing upon its power and location close to Arx. Once more, the Unity of the Compact has allowed us to remain strong.”

2 House Riven Soldiers arrives, following Nigel.

Nigel has joined the Grayson Benches.

Delilah has left the Grayson Benches.

Guillermo, a messenger pigeon, 2 Bisland pride guards arrive, following Kaia.

Guillermo, a messenger pigeon have been dismissed.

Thesarin has joined the Grayson Benches.

"Thank you, Sir Corban. The Crown would like to recognize the Lord Commanders Baron Silas Whitehawk and Dame Eleanor Allenatore as well as Sir Corban for their excellent leadership and oversight of a complex operation, as well as Dame Leola Allentore for the Lodge's cooperation during this trial," Alaric declares approvingly to Corban, sweeping a gaze to either side of him at the main table. "Do the Highlords have any additional remarks to add to the record?" he inquires regally.

Samantha's mouth seems to thin each time the Horned God is mentioned, her jaw clenching and only relaxing when he and his followers are spoken of in the context of defeat.

"Sir Corban seems to have summed it up quite wonderfully," Gwenna notes and then glances toward Marian. "Unless our War Chief has anything she wished to note, having been there herself."

Victus shakes his head.

Willow, a silent attendant, 2 House Velenosa Guards arrive, following Niccolo.

"The Lyceum also commends the leadership of Baron Whitehawk, Dame Allenatore, and Sir Cordan in thie effort," Eleyna nods to Corban before her pale gaze sweep over those gathered, "As well as all of those brave souls who fought and sacrificed for the protection of the Lodge. You have our thanks and admiration."

Niccolo has joined the Lyceum Benches.

His report delivered, Sir Corban steps from his spot in the firelight and moves back to the position to the rear and right to the King, his quieter, more-protective role. Paper is slipped back into the pocket on his trousers. Whew.

The Prince of Sanctum shakes his head, "The First Captain's report was excellent, Thank you Sir Corban."

"Thank you, Sir Corban. Grayson commends those that organized and lead the troops that day and we remember those who cannot be here with us now," Sabella says with a smile and a nod to Corban.

Marian stands up to represent Redrain's report to the King, "Yes, it should be note for the records that House Redrain lost 155 warriors and Halfshav lost 500 warriors defending the Grove as the Spirit Walkers performed their ritual. I led the archers while Duke Vercyn Halfshav and Count Thesarin Riven lead the ground forces. Aksel Nygard assisted with attacks at their flanks." She looks around for Kaldur, "I would also like to thank Lord Kaldur Seliki and Lady Kalani Seliki for their efforts to fortify and set archery platforms that were key in the defense."

Kaia has joined the Grayson Benches.

Alaric nods agreeably. "To all who not just took up arms, but sought to raise funds, donated resources, even tended to plants in some cases; the Crown thanks you for your contributions. Our hard-earned victory was borne from a comprehensive effort from both soldier and botanist, highborn and lowborn, indeed all walks of life." He spreads his hands out on the table before him. "Now then, to the business of the day, the petitions to the Peerage on matters of general concerns. Princess Marian, you are the first to go. You may address the Assembly."

Marian murmurs her thanks to His Majesty as he recognizes her to address the Assembly with her business. She stands up and looks with a keen eye and gives her speech with a clear voice. "Over the past year, we've seen more Abandoned Tribes return to the protection of the Compact. Thralls who have been liberated to join us as free men and women. Many of these families are coming to Arx and ending up in the Lowers, finding their new life here just as difficult as they did outside of these walls. Housing is becoming scarce. Food is difficult, even with two soup kitchens running in the Lowers. Work can be had but now there's more competition to these jobs. Tempers are starting to flare from the existing commoners who families are now seeing the strain of the Compact's success," Marian gives a look to all the are seeing in this room, making sure to address her remarks to the King and those sitting in for the Great Houses first before moving her eyes to her peers.

"We cannot add to the population without efforts to see that there are jobs for them to work, homes for them to live in, and food available to be bought. Otherwise, we just see a rise in crime, violence against newcomers, putting a strain on our Iron Guard who are tasked to keeping these areas safe," Marian gives a pause to let her peers ponder on some of the difficulties that these people could see in the near future, "This is why I would like to bring a proposal to the Assembly to consider creating a restoration project for the Lowers, funding improvements that will benefit not just the families that are living there today but the new citizens that are going to be joining them." She scans the crowd to see if Joscelin is present, "Crafter's Guild has generously agreed to start an apprenticeship program, to help citizens who want to develop new skill sets and assist with rebuilding their homes. I propose a modest salary for these trainees that are going through the program."

Marian looks to see if there are any Grayhope, Culler or Ulbran in the Commoner's Benches and gives a polite nod to them, "I have spoken to some of the families that are living there in the Lowers. They've expressed a want to help guide this project, and I believe the Commoner's Council could be key to administering the new housing, with the oversight of the Crown of course to make sure that all populations, prodigals, ex-thralls and commoners alike are being fairly treated." She will give a polite nod to these families, "They're living there. And while we may have the best intentions, they are in a better position to know where the most need is. I think you will find less resentment when their own are getting involved and help guiding some of these projects."

Marian looks back at the King, "And of course more efforts need to be done to understand what skills are being underutilized, perhaps a census done by the Commoner's Council with recommendations on what future voluntary work programs can be set in motion to create opportunities for social mobility within the commoner's circles. Whether it be a loan to start a business or work programs to get them the necessary skills they need to benefit the Compact. I think we have a lot of opportunities to improve matters. As we look to rebuild, we must remember not only our own holdings but those brave souls who serve the Compact tirelessly," She then gives a respectful bow to the Assembly and waits to see if anyone has any questions.

Bear, a war mastiff, 6 Last Watch Sentries, Nils, an aging Northern steward arrive, following Darren.

Bear, a war mastiff have been dismissed.

Darren has joined the Voices of the Realm.

Silvio has joined the Lyceum Benches.

As Darren takes a seat at the Voices table, Gwenna gives a polite dip of her head to the others and moves to depart, a warm smile to the High Lord as she does so.

Gwenna has left the Voices of the Realm.

Gwenna has joined the Redrain Benches.

3 Rubino and Zaffria guards arrives, following Dafne.

Dafne has joined the Lyceum Benches.

Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp have been dismissed.

"While I respect the desire of the Compact's most talented individuals in whatever skill they possess to come make a go of it here in the capital city, I do have to note that we are somewhat constrained in our ability to expand. The defensive walls of the Wards are rather not going anywhere, and the Boroughs themselves are constrained by the terrain and the Seawatch wall itself. And strictly speaking, while Arx is open to all citizens of the Compact, these newly-sworn Abandoned have largely come from tribes displaced by war in the Gray Forest, and thusly have sworn fealty to the Grayson and Redrain Houses that have taken them in primarily, is that not the case? It is the responsibility of these Houses as vassals to ensure these new members of the Compact have proper opportunities to make a living near their home holds, and not just send them to the capital with best wishes," Alaric observes. "Nevertheless, as I have stated, I do want to make this year one of building, and so I am not averse to a program that will see to development in the Lowers. Some areas still bear the damages from the Silent War, unfortunately." He glances side-to-side at the table. "Perhaps the Highlords will be amenable to developing some additional housing projects in the own wards to contribute. Have you received any reports of problems encountered with overcrowding here in your Wards?"

2 House Riven Soldiers have been dismissed.

Octavia rises to her feet to address the issue, wearing the chains of her crown office. "I don't believe I /need/ to voice agreement with Princess Marian's words, but I will anyway," the chief magistrate begins, confidently projecting her voice for all to hear. "The crime problem in the boroughs is getting worse, the courts are overworked, and justice cannot be served by meting out harsh punishments with the aim of clearing the dockets before the lamps run out of oil for the night. Punishment is not a solution of itself. They need something to keep them busy and fed and housed, so that they don't end up... well, meeting me. The Crown Court is absolutely in support of this proposal." Moving to cover her chains with her coat, she continues, "As Voice of Kennex, I also cannot express enough support for this idea. I understand quite clearly the problem that the influx of freedmen has created for the city. Once I have time to speak to Lady Zoey, I will have a better idea of the level of support we can afford, but House Kennex will help as our repayment of our debts to the Compact permit."

Joscelin is sure to look attentive, keen on Marian's words, listening as the others discuss the various agreements and plans that have been made and are slowly coming to fruition.

Victus listens to Marian speak with a hard gaze, his hands clasped together and fingers interlocked. When she silences her proposal, he grunts with thought. "The Lower Boroughs were the most crime-ridden place of this city before the past year's events. Respectfully Warchief Marian, how can we be certain that the funding for this project will not be handing Compact funds into the hands of criminal organizations? I have full trust in the Commoner Council's diligence, but there are those who have existed outside of the law's notice in the Lowers for some time now. It seems as though we would be opening ourselves to a risk at a time where rebuilding is a priority." As the King sweeps his gaze over the gathered High Lords, he continues. "The Thrax ward has not struggled with our population since the walls coming down during the siege. I would find it productive to start moving these displaced populations to other wards of the Great House's. It seems relocating them to other fealty in the Compact would be ultimately beneficial for all if the Lowers cannot contain them."

Brahm, a large iridescent plumed raven, Voss, an icy-eyed Northlands Malsatian arrive, following Morrighan.

Morrighan has joined the Redrain Benches.

Edain bows his head to Marian and then to Alaric, "I think helping to support the people in the Lower Borrough is a worthwhile endeavor, but I think his Majesty is right that we need to all open up other avenues to help accomodate this influx. I will see what housing we can provide in our ward. We will also look into helping to find work throughout the Oathlands. There are lumber mills, mines, orchards and fields that may be able to take some families to help work them and to help this influx of population learn a trade."

"I've received no reports of overcrowding in the Lycene ward as yet, but we also have encouraged Lycene Prodigals to find homes in the splendor of the Hundred Cities unless their busines requires them in Arx. The King is correct. The walls of the city cannot and, perhaps, should not be moved. Perhaps encouraging commoners, Prodigals, and ex-thralls who have chosen a fealty to swear to to find homes within the lands of those fealties, through educational and occupational incentive progams, could be effective at assisting overcrowding as well."

Mikani nods and speaks up, "As Voice of Redreef, we also agree with the helping with the situation in the Burroughs. People want, I think in general, to lead a life where they can feed their families and go about their lives in peace. If we in Redreef can help make it so we will do so. For Prodigal, Commoner and Ex-Thrall all need that chance for a life that is theirs. Be it in Arx or in our Fealties."

Ilvin rises. "Majesty. ...May I speak?"

Cirroch rises as if he wishes to speak, but he sees that Ilvin wishes to say something, and watches the man. First come, first serve.

Darren offers a small smile to Marian before he inclines his head to Alaric. "I'm in support of my Voice's proposal, but I agree that his Majesty is correct in finding ways to accommodate. House Redrain is open to looking at the housing situation in our own Ward and looking for opprotunities on our land for these people," he indicates.

Alaric gestures lightly to Cirroch. "Marquis Cirroch, go ahead. And of course, Archlector Ilvin," he declares.

Mia checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 1 lower.

Samantha had been speaking quietly with those at the Grayson benches, but since the topic of space for Prodigals and former thralls came up, she has accordd the floor discussion her rapt attention. This is, of course, a topic she has some little bit invested in. Just a little.

Cirroch rises to his feet, speaking up after Ilvin, "While this is all a good idea to move commoners to other wards, I think we are not looking at the obvious problem with that. Everyone and their mother will want to get out of The Lowers. Unless we set up something like a lottery." He takes a pause, then says, "And I think we are forgetting we can also build up instead of out. Plus building also requires laborers, which provides work, so if the investment is made and planned carefully, the housing and labor shortages can be alivated in The Lowers."

Jeta grumbles something lowly at the commoner benches, her expression dark and eyes skeptical, but otherwise the discussion up front has her full attention.

Eleyna brows lift and she looks at Cirroch, blinking, "I will not be offering a 'lottery' to Lycene commoners who wish to leave the Lowers and find homes within the Lyceum. Places will be found. We have a lot of work in the Hundred Cities. I am sure that my fellow Duchesses would agree." The Archduchess' pale blue eyes flicker to the Lycene benches before fixing on Cirroch once more.

Mia had turned her attention to the debates that swirled about the chambers, eyes darting from one speaker to the next, but often -- all too often -- back to the king. But then someone apparently said something at the Grayson benches that resulted in her trying to muffle a rather ill-timed laugh, and the attempt at covering her lips with her sleeve resulted in it turning from a laugh to a soft, but still decidedly unladylike, snort. The look she shoots in her husband's direction, or maybe it was Wyatt, afterwards could send even the most reluctant schoolboy straight to his books.

Samantha remarks without pressing, "I think you underestimate the people of the Lowers, Marquis Sanna. They take pride in their identity, and I believe far fewer would be inclined to leave than you think. But all would welcome improvements, particularly if they have a direct say in seeing the Lower Burroughs needs are met."

Ilvin clears his throat. "I am hearing a great deal of concern about... walls. No room inside the walls, expanding the walls. Walls are a construction. Rock and mortar, however cunningly made they may be. A city's expansion beyond the walls that once contained it is not a *crisis*, it is a sign of success. At worst, it is a logistical challenge for ingenuitive thinkers to tackle. It represents growth, new culture, new opportunities, new wealth, and the simple truth that our city is a beacon for people who see Arx as a place to build new lives for themselves."

"Something of the tone of what has just been discussed troubles me, because it involves treating people as if they are... well, ballast, like bags of sand or gravel. Every single person has invidual motivations for staying where they are or seeking their fortunes somewhere else. If you desire to redistribute them *fairly*, the only ethical way to do it is by the creation of opportunity, by investment, by... construction. To put it bluntly, some of the things that have been spoken of when approaching this topic are, however good people's intentions, suppression of the human spirit and *sinful* in the eyes of the Pantheon. I know that we can do better!"

3 Last Watch Sentries, 3 Redrain Guards arrive, following Donella.

Thesarin listens with his usual placid expression as the Voices of the Realm debate. He does not look at his wife at her laugh--perhaps emphatically so.

Donella has joined the Redrain Benches.

Gwenna has left the Redrain Benches.

"I don't necessarily think this is a problem we can build our way out of. Building more housing capacity will in and of itself induce more people to come to Arx, and then we're back where we started once the new units have been filled," Alaric muses. "By the great reforms of my ancestor the Elvenbane herself, the lowborn have the freedom to travel, and of course we all benefit from the devotion of the Knights of Solace to guide us across the land. While there is only one place like Arx, obviously, there are many opportunities across the lands of the Compact where a family can make a life for themselves if they put in the work. We could have easily grown Arx in the past by simply letting the city expand outside of the walls -- and obviously if we had done so in the past, there would have been an utter humanitarian disaster when the Silent Army laid siege upon us. And the home holds are just as much an integral part of the Compact as Arx, if not even moreso. I don't really see it as an unfair redistribution to suggest that there's more than one city in the Compact to make a good living in." He smiles to Ilvin. "But you do raise a good point; there is certainly no reason to say that we can not do better with what we have. Even if it won't -solve- the underlying issue, we can certainly make improvements to the living situations of at least some in the city, and that is worth an investment."

"We owe it," Samantha says, apparently unheeding of protocol, "As nobles, to take upon ourselves with our power to provide safety and opportunity to the most vulnerable of both our vassals, and the citizens of the Compact as a whole."

Dominique Wyrmguard rises from the Valardin benches, quite possibly mumbling a bit too loudly that she 'has better things to do with her time than to talk about /walls/; there are still dangers out there'. She seems to notice that she gathers a few looks, clears her throat, before striding swiftly from the gathering without lingering too much, flushing over her faux pas.

Dominique has left the Valardin Benches.

"Oh, look, someone finally says something sensible and not driven by their tender innards," Rymarr states firmly toward the center of the assembly. He's apparently not paying attention to the bench seating around himself but instead provide his grumbled commentary at the Assembly itself.

Michael checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Ilvin beams at Rymarr. "My 'tender innards', as you put it, are why I am *here*, Marquis Consort!" He gestures, with a flourish. "Majesty, though I am troubled, I have said my piece, and I believe I have been heard. Thank you." If allowed, he proceeds to sit.

"Those prodigals sworn to Grayson have the whole of the Crownlands with countless houses that will no doubt enjoy more workers." Victus states. "Likewise, those sworn to any other Great House have lands and houses with which they can seek for employ. I agree with his Majesty." The Prince of Maelstrom dips his chin in a single nod, his tone still bitingly dry. "We have been the receivers of two costly wars already. Now is not the time to be expanding beyond our fortifications, lest we open ourselves to further attack."

Shard checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 4 lower.

Acantha checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 34 higher.

Orelia has joined the Grayson Benches.

Triton has joined the Redrain Benches.

"Are there any further comments from the Peerage on the topic?" Alaric asks encouragingly as he gestures to Ilvin that he can sit. He seems to be quite fine with letting the comments roll in and just playing moderator.

Samantha gives Rymarr a //look//. Someone may be sleeping on the couch tonight.

Alessia checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 4 higher.

Rymarr is overheard praising Alaric: His vision is broad and great, indeed. He recalls there is a world beyond Arx.

Ouida checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

ERRYBODY trying to keep it together

Orvyn has left the Valardin Benches.

Heimlin, the Scholar have been dismissed.

5 Harthall house guards have been dismissed.

Kestrel, the Scholar have been dismissed.

Marian gives a look to Victus and tells him bluntly, "I am not suggesting that we expand the walls but fix the derelict buildings and damage done from the Silent Wars. House Crovane has rebuilt Stormwall under the support of the Compact. As has other fealties that have suffered in these wars. But I have yet to see a concentrated effort to rebuild in the Lowers. While I appreciate the comments that say that buildings alone won't fix things. I think it's a start. As well as a census by the Commoner's Council to understand what is needed."

Acantha gives a look over the crowd when there is talk of Prodigals and then she paints on one of her smiles as she sits quietly next to Cadern. She was able to not do anything that would get her House looked on in a bad way. Or well, in a worse way!

Ouida watches and listens to the exchange with serenity, the mildly pleasant expression on her face remaining so. She does, however, lean in close to murmur something quietly to her brother, and then tilts her head to catch his reply, before she straightens calmly once more.

Orelia is late is late is very very late. She scoots inside and makes her way promptly towards the Grayson benches, slipping into a seat there, quiet for the moment, guaging the tension in the room before leaning over to ask a question of some folks nearby.

Triton eases himself in quietly. HE'S NOT LATE, HONEST. It takes him a moment to locate the rest of Redrain and scoot himself over there. Fortunately, he's short. Less people to stare at when he steps in front of them heading over to plant his butt close to Cadern and Acantha.

"It's about time for new appointments to the Council with the end of the current terms nearing," Alaric observes. "A project like this will certainly help drum up interest in the positions. And I do like the idea of putting a lot of these intermediate steps under the purview of the Commoner's Council; it will give them something measurable to campaign on, and then deliver."

Reese is overheard praising Alaric: A super great runner of huge meetings!

Acantha is overheard praising Alaric: He makes meetings painless!

Acantha is overheard praising Alaric.

Malcolm is overheard praising Bonnie: Go Bonnie!

Nigel checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 9 lower.

Marian gives a bow to Alaric showing her deep respect, "That's an excellent idea your majesty. I think it would be a good platform for ambitious social advocates to campaign under." She then takes her seat since she's said everything that she wanted to about the matter.

Kenna checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 8 lower.

Malcolm is overheard praising Wyatt: YAY Wyatt!

"Very well, then, thank you all for your insight. Marquis Cirroch, the floor is yours," Alaric declares.

Kalani is overheard praising Alaric.

Lailah checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 7 lower.

Kenna is overheard praising Michael: Oh god, why

Malcolm is overheard praising Jennyva: Welcome!

Cullen is overheard praising Ilvin: Sweet opening prayer!

Shard is overheard praising Ilvin: He might be okay.

Kalani is overheard praising Ilvin.

Samantha is overheard praising Alaric: Alaic is astonishingly alliterative!

Desiree is overheard praising Alaric.

Malcolm is overheard praising Simon.

Alessia is overheard praising Alaric.

Cullen is overheard praising Alaric: The king is wise and chill!

Marian is overheard praising Alaric: For his wise words on how to proceed

Eleyna is overheard praising Alaric.

Eleyna is overheard praising Victus.

Harlex is overheard praising Ilvin: Well said.

Eleyna is overheard praising Edain.

Alessia is overheard praising Ilvin.

Alistair is overheard praising Alaric: I wasn't paying attention. Was the king eaten by a demon? No. Ok. Good job King. Good job me.

Eleyna is overheard praising Darren.

Pasquale is overheard praising Alaric.

Pasquale is overheard praising Eleyna.

Cullen is overheard praising Marian: The cousin with the plans!

Mirk is overheard praising Alaric.

Calaudrin checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 6 lower.

Simone is overheard praising Alaric.

Cirroch rises to his feet again, saying, "I won't take up much of your time. I just want to let people know that my wife Sasha, the Ambassador to the Marin'alfar, is seeking help writing a draft for the treaty. Anyone who is interested, please get in contact with her, preference given to lawyery and scholarly folks."

Mikani leans forward at the mention of the Marin'alfar.

Luca is overheard praising Carita: I'm so glad she keeps all the notes! I hope.

Helena is overheard praising Marian: good voicing!

Reese is overheard praising Marian: strong voice

Giuseppe Gallo of Lenosia leaves, following Luca.

Victus checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Belladonna is overheard praising Alaric: Stayed awake through the whole thing. A true hero.

Helena has left the Redrain Benches.

2 Redrain Guards leaves, following Helena.

Donella lightly comments as Cirroch closes, "The diplomat-y types just get to be the shot-at messengers." Their participation goes without saying.

Rosalie has left the Thrax Benches.

Marchande leaves, following Rosalie.

Lora has left the Lyceum Benches.

"And those who are skilled diplomats! CAn not forget them, sorry, I'm too use to solving my problems with a well applied axe," Says Caspian back to Donella with a laugh given her way.

"Ah, yes, allow me to concur with Marquis Cirroch and encourage anyone with an interest in that sort of thing to contact Marquessa Sasha. It is the Crown's hope that the Marin'alfar embassy in Arx will also be opening this year on the beaches at the former site of the Black Point Wharf," Alaric declares. "Redevelopment of the site is presently underway. I would also like to thank Countess Carita Darkwater for her aid in the project as well."

There is clear amusement on Lou's face over some shenanigans or other going on over at the Grayson benches, but when the marin'alfar are referenced she quickly sobers and turns her attention to Cirroch.

Pharamond is overheard praising Alaric.

Lisebet is overheard praising Alaric.

Desiree has left the Valardin Benches.

Vanora has left the Thrax Benches.

Silvio has left the Lyceum Benches.

Miranda has left the Lyceum Benches.

Miranda leaves, following Silvio.

"Well," Malcolm remarks, in high spirits. "That was some show. Almost fell asleep, but managed not to. That's a drastic improvement. Ought to tell Wyatt that." He rises from his seat among the Grayson section, chuckling to himself as he looks over the others before adding himself to the crowd that's leaving.

Alessia rises from her seat, putting her coat back on as she makes to leave. Waving at the others on the benches, she makes her way to the door.

Alessia has left the Lyceum Benches.

2 House Mazetti Aspirants leaves, following Alessia.

Carita is overheard praising Alaric.

Malcolm has left the Grayson Benches.

Valdemar has left the Thrax Benches.

5 Grimhall House Guards, Gustav, a gruff Islander advisor leave, following Valdemar.

"Very good then, thank you for speaking, Marquis Cirroch," Alaric declares. "Prince Niccolo Velenosa, the floor is yours."

Michael Bisland /shoots/ to his feet at the Grayson Benches with a very pained expression on his face. He hops upon one foot a few steps and is glaring off towards Samantha. HOP! HOP! HOP! "/ow/"

Octavia has left the Thrax Benches.

Ashe, the studious Stormward paralegal, 2 Kennex corsairs leave, following Octavia.

Sabine rises and draws on her cloak. Others are leaving and while won't be one of the first, she does join the trickle of departures. There is someone she needs to have words with, after all; best not to dawdle. But she lingers long enough to bow her head to those in the Lycene benches and dip a curtsy towards the center of the chamber, where the worthy of worthies all sit. Then she's off, sleek as a hunting hawk.

Sabine has left the Lyceum Benches.

Amari has left the Valardin Benches.

The floor is yielded and Niccolo rises from the Lyceum benches. This is far from his first time addressing the peers, and his voice is clear. His posture precise. "Let me begin by apologizing that my efforts were not sufficient during the most recent crisis here in Arx. Unfortunately, I was incapacitated." His expression is eerily calm as he continues, "A coward has poisoned me, and I was near death for weeks in the Velenosa Estate. My personal attendant and another house servant were murdered by the same substance." He pauses for a moment to let that linger before continuing.

Rymarr remains seated by he lifts a hand to idly gesture at the three Iron Guard standing nearby. He nods their way and after a few seconds of shuffling about, they depart without him. Rymarr's attention turns ahead once again, his jaw set and his brow furrowed in consideration of the center of the Assembly. Even Michael's hopping about and making a ruckus doesn't seem to draw the attention of the Marquis-Consort.

2 Whitehawk Guards arrives, following Gaius.

Gaius has joined the Grayson Benches.

Darren turns to focus on Niccolo as he speaks, his lips drawing into a flat line.

2 House Velenosa Guards, Renault, the mustachioed Lycene arrive, following Theo.

Marian discreetly steps away from her seat now that the Assembly has moved to other matters. She quietly leads to tend to her duties now that this matter has been addressed.

Marian has left the Voices of the Realm.

2 Redrain Guards leaves, following Marian.

Carita has left the Thrax Benches.

Luna, the sweet, studious assistant leaves, following Carita.

Theo has joined the Lyceum Benches.

"Unfortunately for this culprit, they must have forgotten who they were attacking, or been under some fit of idiocy. No one may harm us unpunished. I stand today to inform the peers that I and House Velenosa," Niccolo nods respectfully toward Eleyna, "Intend to fully investigate this matter. It may turn out to be an internal matter to the Lyceum. Or not. But should the culprit or his or her accomplices be in this very room, here tonight, let them hear it from my lips."

Alistair furrows his brow as his Duke Father-in-Law reveals the truth of his recent incapacity and disappearance from public life. The towering High Inquisitor makes no remarks, though his gaze is focused upon the man.

Donella says, "Heads, spikes, walls. Noted."

Eleyna's face hardens slightly as Niccolo speaks. She watches him, returning his nod, as she murmurs in return, "No one may harm us unpunished."

"May the headman's axe take a bite from your assailant's neck." Victus affirms to Niccolo. "The Sentinel's justice be done."

Kaia checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 21 higher.

Talen growls in agreement, sans House words, "I shall rip the throat of the accused and place it at the feat of my wife and my father. Or worse, as my dear father says."

Saoirse has joined the Lyceum Benches.

For once, Niccolo does not attempt to check Talen's instincts. His gaze is hard as he surveys the room for a few moments, but then he returns his attention to the front and inclines his chin respectfully. "Unless there are questions, that is all I had to report."

Thesarin does not sip Nigel's port. Fifteen years, and he never seems to have quite worked thay one out. He lifts the flask sttaight up, has a great swallow, and offers what's left to Mia and Samantha.

Lucita's expression shows dismay at what happened and she lowers her voice to speak to those at her bench.

Ilvin seems... discomfited by the conversation, but isn't about to interject.

Mikani has left the Thrax Benches.

"I am sure I speak for all when I say that we are pleased that the would-be assassins were unsuccessful and that you have recovery has proceeded as well as it has, Prince Niccolo. May your words reach the criminals and fill them with dread," Alaric declares regally before turning to Eleyna. "If the Crown can be of aid in your investigations, I am sure you will let us know, and we will be pleased to assist." He turns to regard the room. "Otherwise, while I don't think it strictly needs to be said, let me just proclaim for the official record that the Crown is completely against the Peerage poisoning one another," he concludes dryly.

:gives Gilroy a sage nod at that comment.

Cadern is overheard praising Alaric: Because and I quote "Let me just proclaim for the official record that the Crown is completely against the Peerage poisoning one another"

"Prince Niccolo, good hunting to you and House Velenosa on finding these criminals and our best wishes for a full and complete recovery," Alaric declares. "Prince Laric, the floor is yours."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Laric clears his throat, rising from where he sits at the Grayson benches, continuing to speak in a clear voice that carries. "Before this Assembly convenes, I would like to nominate two figures for the Hall of Heroes." He pauses, then shows a brief smile towards the Voices of the Realm. "A slightly redundant one for all of you, Your Graces, Your Highnesses, but tradition requires the Peerage's approval before the Faith deliberates on their worthiness. My apologies."

"I would like to put forward Cobalt of the Metallic Order and her husband, Brimstone of the Gold Guard for induction into the Hall of Heroes' main hall, where they would join their friends and allies. Though they perished five centuries ago, they played an integral part in our victory in the Gyre War. Many of us have seen or used the Cobalt Weapons they spent their lives preparing, anticipating a future generation would have to fight the Gyre without them. Brimstone himself created the weapon that destroyed the Gyre, spending the final moments of his life hiding it. It is only fitting it was borne into battle against the Gyre by the last of their descendants." He spreads his hands in a gesture. "And though many of their sacrifices and toils have been lost to history, I believe those works alone earn their place in the Hall."

Donella says, "Hear, hear."

"Thank you, Prince Laric," Alaric declares, looking to either side again. "I trust that we are all familiar enough with the individuals in question that we can forego the usual tabling for deliberation until the next Assembly. Would the Highlords like to make any statements for the record before we proceed towards a vote?"

Lucita has left the Lyceum Benches.

Golden, an Oakhaven bloodhound have been dismissed.

Gunther, a Rottweiler have been dismissed.

Micana have been dismissed.

1 Saik Guard have been dismissed.

Lou turns her blue gray eyes intently on Laric when he speaks, and then she solemnly nods her head in agreement at what he has to say. She then turns curious eyes on the High Lords and their proxies represented tonight to see how they shall react.

Gilroy has left the Commoner Benches.

Edain shakes his head somberly, having nothing to add before it is time to place a vote.

Lucita has joined the Lyceum Benches.

Darren looks to Alaric and shakes his head. "House Redrain has nothing to add before the vote," he says.

Kenna has left the Grayson Benches.

Something in Eleyna's face softens at the mention of Cobalt and Brimstone's names, particularly in the wake of Niccolo's announcement. She draws in a breath and murmurs, "The Lyceum has nothing to add before the vote."

Victus says, "Thrax has no comments to add."

Talen checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 5 lower.

"Then we shall cast our votes for the individuals of Cobalt and Brimstone by ballot," Alaric declares. "I will tabulate the votes of each Great House and report the results."

Bonnie has joined the Grayson Benches.

Even though this is basically a secret ballot, Sabella gives Laric a big, beaming smile once she hands hers over to the king.

Talen announces, mildly for his own right, perhaps against the unspoken rules of etiquette, "I have felt what they have felt, as a few others have, and to criticize this vote is something that must only be done with great awareness of what they went through. Cobalt and Brimstone have made a sacrifice few will understand in the Compact, so understand that this is the right path, to induct them." He silences himself at Alaric's declaration, regardless of what else he was going to say, to let the Peers speak.

Bonnie has left the Grayson Benches.

Laric returns Sabella's smile with a... wink? Is it a one-eyed blink? Can the Master of the Inquisition wink? That's the real question around here. He cracks a brief smile at Talen's announcement. He's content to remain quiet and as he is while the vote takes place with his hands, though, other than a murmur aside to those still sitting near him.

Lou has left the Grayson Benches.

Willen leaves, following Lou.

Alaric lets his assistant do all that menial paper collecting and sorting stuff while he has a relaxing drink of wine from his goblet. Finally presented with the votes, he sifts through them quickly before looking up to regard the Assembly. "It is my pleasure to confirm the enshrinement of Cobalt and Brimstone to the main Hall by unanimous acclaim," he proclaims. "May they join their fellows as recognized true heroes of Arvum." He glances back to Laric. "Fair warning, I'm putting you in charge of getting the statues made," he quips.

Talen starts what may or may not be a followed effort of clapping from the Velenosan benches.

Berenice checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 78 higher.

Kaia has left the Grayson Benches.

Berenice offers the most radiant and enthusiastic applause that you ever did see.

There's a bark of laughter from Josephine over in the commoners section at something said there.

Alaric will applaud for very dead Metallic people too! Nothing's weird if the King does it.

Duarte also claps, but it is in all ways less spectacular than Berenice.

Jeffeth checked charm + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 43 higher.

Eleyna joins in the applause and glances in the direction of the commoners section at that bark of laughter, eyebrows lifting.

Mirella coughs into one dainty fist at the same time Josephine laughs. Is it a laugh? Maybe!

Ilvin applauds, firmly and politely.

Shard claps, if a little stiffly. She does not actually look sour at all, at the moment. Not that she looks /happy/. She just doesn't look particularly unhappy.

Jeffeth does those loud booming claps, and he probably knows what he's clapping about. Probably.

Gianna's lips curve into an enigmatic smile indicating... amusement? At something said over in the commoner's section? No.

Victus keeps his hands steepled together, twitching under the eye every now and then from all the noise.

Eleyna is overheard praising Laric.

Gianna also applauds. Who doesn't like statues?

Khanne looks up at all the clapping and starts to applaud as well.

Eleyna is overheard praising Berenice.

Eleyna is overheard praising Talen.

Kalani has left the Grayson Benches.

Harlex checked charm + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Sorrel claps for this approvingly. This is something she can get behind. She has the self-control not to remind everyone of her upcoming concert regarding Cobalt and Brimstone; surely everyone knows already.

Nigel has left the Grayson Benches.

Mirella's applauding, politely.

Harlex kinda claps, slowly.

Carmen runs a hand down the lower half of her face from her seat at the commoners section. Definitely no laughter there. None. Zero fun to be had.

Lucita gives an approving nod and claps with the others.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Graces, Your Highnesses." Laric replies to Alaric, inclining his head gratefully to the head table. He claps and it's probably only noticeable because, you know, it was his proposal. It's really got nothing on Berenice. "I'll manage it somehow," he adds over the din at Alaric and-- yeah, Jeffeth and the rest of the Assembly drowns it out. There's a lot of clapping. He waits for it to die down, then seats himself.

Morrighan raises a flask in salute from her perch over in the Redrain section, looking ridiculously pleased. Down the hatch!

Niccolo is the first to follow the Voice of House Velenosa in applause. Not even a whiff of a smile. Amateur hour.

Triton looks a little distracted from his own bench when the confirmation and applause happens and clears his throat, offering a little applause himself with a glance to his housemates. This was a good thing yes?

Cullen claps with fervent approval for the honor bestowed on Cobalt and Brimstone, a smile on his otherwise composed face.

Talen adds, belatedly, for Laric, "I can make statues." Then he adds, "Very poorly. So I can tell everyone else who can make statues if they don't make them extremely well I'll break their legs." Yeah, that's the Archduke of the Lyceum. He's not very good at his job from a diplomatic point of view, but he can keep things moving.

Alaric smiles brightly as the applause eventually dies down. "Very well then, as no other issues have been brought forth for our attention, I declare this Assembly of Peers of the Compact of Arvum adjourned. May our Compact always prosper and thrive as free and righteous people," he declares regally. Class dimissed!