Post by The Smith on Apr 7, 2008 10:16:59 GMT -5
Benfry sat at the dais, somewhat tired and dazed after many long hours of shouting, hectoring, badgering and threats amongst the great and mighty houses.
He’d never been that active on the Small Council and had not had much opportunity prior to the coup to meet with some of these lords, except on an individual basis. With the King’s newfound confidence and desire to be involved in discussions, he found himself with less and less input to make. He idly glanced around the various lords and ladies assembled and a sort of heat haze rippled in his mind and he imagined those present in representations of their house sigils.
There sat Lord Felryn, greedily harvesting all in a mighty sweep of his scythe, and drawing it all in – chaff & wheat alike. The young pretenders to the lion’s throne rolled around and play fought like several mewling cubs, small and combative but they pounced without teeth or claws to rend. As they grew their manes would form, their teeth and claws would lengthen and perhaps the big cats would seek juicier prey. The eagles perched proudly, fierce and aloof, above the petty squabbles, their keen eyes always watching. The black ravens hopped indecisively inbetween, eyeing the larger creatures around them warily, knowing they would make a good meal for any present. The wolf sat, a grin on its face with its tongue lolling out, as it scratched absent-mindedly on a small tick feasting on its blood. In a corner of its own, an aged seahorse sat blowing bubbles in a vain attempt to talk to the others, whilst two young bucks gleefully ambled and pranced around the rest, little stubs of antlers beginning to appear from their foreheads, a cloudy, darkening sky forming around them. A mighty oak towered over the creatures below as a seaweed-covered bear plodded at its base, while a white raven perched in its branches, preening itself and cawing loudly.
Still in a daydream-like daze, Benfry cast his eye across the rest of those away from the dais; he spotted a dark massive shadow gliding beneath the waves, whilst a golem hewn from black volcanic rock sat on a wooden deck, carried along in its tow. Several blades of grass wavered and flowed as the wind blew from the top table though small glints of gold, red and blue roses could be seen peeking through, sprouting and beginning to bloom, though still shrouded by their neighbours.
“Benfry” the white raven cawed. “Benfry” it said again, louder this time.
“Benfry” Tytos said, as he shook his shoulder, snapping him out of his reverie.
“Huh?” he responded intelligently as he blinked and rubbed at his eyes.
“Are you ok? You looked like you were miles away” he asked worriedly
Benfry shook his head, clearing his mind and replied “Yes, I’m fine Tytos. Just wearied by the long day. You wouldn’t think talking could tire a man out so, eh?” he smiled tiredly.
“Still, we have set some wrongs to right and I’m glad that the King and his brother have found their voice, though I believe they know even less of diplomacy than me which is something. Unlike me though, their words are law” he grinned and stretched, rubbing at a crick in his neck.
Results:
Benfry improves to Novice Politics (through this and RP-ing within the council)
He’d never been that active on the Small Council and had not had much opportunity prior to the coup to meet with some of these lords, except on an individual basis. With the King’s newfound confidence and desire to be involved in discussions, he found himself with less and less input to make. He idly glanced around the various lords and ladies assembled and a sort of heat haze rippled in his mind and he imagined those present in representations of their house sigils.
There sat Lord Felryn, greedily harvesting all in a mighty sweep of his scythe, and drawing it all in – chaff & wheat alike. The young pretenders to the lion’s throne rolled around and play fought like several mewling cubs, small and combative but they pounced without teeth or claws to rend. As they grew their manes would form, their teeth and claws would lengthen and perhaps the big cats would seek juicier prey. The eagles perched proudly, fierce and aloof, above the petty squabbles, their keen eyes always watching. The black ravens hopped indecisively inbetween, eyeing the larger creatures around them warily, knowing they would make a good meal for any present. The wolf sat, a grin on its face with its tongue lolling out, as it scratched absent-mindedly on a small tick feasting on its blood. In a corner of its own, an aged seahorse sat blowing bubbles in a vain attempt to talk to the others, whilst two young bucks gleefully ambled and pranced around the rest, little stubs of antlers beginning to appear from their foreheads, a cloudy, darkening sky forming around them. A mighty oak towered over the creatures below as a seaweed-covered bear plodded at its base, while a white raven perched in its branches, preening itself and cawing loudly.
Still in a daydream-like daze, Benfry cast his eye across the rest of those away from the dais; he spotted a dark massive shadow gliding beneath the waves, whilst a golem hewn from black volcanic rock sat on a wooden deck, carried along in its tow. Several blades of grass wavered and flowed as the wind blew from the top table though small glints of gold, red and blue roses could be seen peeking through, sprouting and beginning to bloom, though still shrouded by their neighbours.
“Benfry” the white raven cawed. “Benfry” it said again, louder this time.
“Benfry” Tytos said, as he shook his shoulder, snapping him out of his reverie.
“Huh?” he responded intelligently as he blinked and rubbed at his eyes.
“Are you ok? You looked like you were miles away” he asked worriedly
Benfry shook his head, clearing his mind and replied “Yes, I’m fine Tytos. Just wearied by the long day. You wouldn’t think talking could tire a man out so, eh?” he smiled tiredly.
“Still, we have set some wrongs to right and I’m glad that the King and his brother have found their voice, though I believe they know even less of diplomacy than me which is something. Unlike me though, their words are law” he grinned and stretched, rubbing at a crick in his neck.
Results:
Benfry improves to Novice Politics (through this and RP-ing within the council)