RP:Meeting for the Larket Town System Enactment
Objective
Meeting held in the Council Room at Larket. Attending were Parsithius, Jacklin, and the Council Members of Larket (NPC’s)
Discussion focused on picking the jobs that need to be filled by other players to create a more ‘town-esque’ feel to Larket. Actual players serving to fill the designated roles on the above list (see [name]). A good opportunity to bring more traffic into Larket, and more RP.
Actual Meeting
Jacklin cleared her throat once all those gathered in the hall had been seated. Not one to dawdle, Jacklin immediately retrieves a stack of documents from her primary guardian. The male, dressed comfortably in cotton garb with Larket’s crest stitched across the breast. A mindless ‘thank you’ escapes nearly-closed lips as she thumbs through each parchment until finally lifting steady visage upwards to address the council, “Copy upon the evening of our guardian Cyris, of the twentieth past, by the annals of this city-state.” Eyes travel over the table as she proceeds, “I come here to inform you of the new system I wish to enact within the city. Formal positions will be given to those who may be of service. Flesher, for example, will handle all preparation of skins from the traders outside our region. For the moment I’ve several men filling these roles and state that we need a formal applicant for the job. It will save this town a fine amount of gold. What says the council?”
Parsithius' eyes trail over this servant, not in some weird jealous way, but a simple scrutiny from afar -more concerned with the stitching on the man's garb than the person adorning it. However, it is short-lived in light of the addressing of the council, his azure gaze sliding over each aristocrat individually to observe their habits before the words of his mate fall upon Knight's ears. Careful not to be too eager in light of these fat men and their appetites, the blonde-headed male is patient to wait for the others to talk amongst themselves a moment in murmuring phrases and hushed words, before one of them blurts, "I say, aye." Another states, "Nay, we've been doing fine thus far." Then, Parsithius seizes the opportunity, "It is not Larket's nature to settle for mediocracy; less expense, more profit. I say, aye." In light of his final words, the council is nearly unanimous in agreement.
Jacklin sits quietly, patiently, as the men ramble on. While her nerves with this group of men were not the best, she did enjoy their company at times. They assumed the ‘father’ roles of Larket. Cradling the city-state when it needed support, vowing protection from their own various sources so that the small plot of land would never be without watchers. As it forgetting his presence, Jacklin turns a quick eye to Parsithius. Not meant to be ill, it does hold a certain unmistakable sharpness. “I want you all to be aware that the funds to cover initial floating stages will come from your pockets. If this is no bother to you, then I will accept the vote. Your Queen does not pass law without informing the party of all regulations. And I will not tolerate favoritism as some rulers have in the past. Thus, if the coordinator and all of you agree upon this measure then I will sign it over. Speak your words now, gentlemen.”
Parsithius action : is still relatively unused to discerning the ill-sharpness, and the natural-sharpness of his queen, but he is not the concern; coupled with the non-favoritism words, the councilmen of Larket begin to hush and converse amongst each other in contemplation, two speaking to two at a time. Only the words that can be truly discerned are 'employment', 'prestige of commoners', 'investment', 'profit', 'liabilities', and a few other choice words; a few of which are somehow rounded about the Coordinator himself. Contrary to screaming instinct and the slightest twitch in his jaw, Parsithius remains silent to these words, attempting to fixate upon the matter -and succeeding, when he cordially debates with an adjacent councilman the pros and cons of the law. As words die down, one of the oldest of the group stands, "The council agrees to this measure."
Jacklin dips her head toward the standing councilman, “You may be seated, sir.” As the aged male reclaims his seat, Jacklin looks back to her guardian with hand outstretched in expectancy. The silent guard again moves from his place at her side, pressing his hand into her own as a few fluent whispers are uttered with heavily accented vocals. All the while Jacklin can only nod, eyes half-closed as she focuses on what is delivered. Withdrawing his hand from her’s, a small quill is found with a well being placed beneath her elbow. “Madame,” he issues, stepping back into his rightful spot to allow Jacklin room to proceed. In turn, the Queen bestows the party another gaze, “Very well. On this day, as copied within the annals of this fine city-state, I pen scripture without beset. Dated in the year of our Guardian, Cyris. Jacklin Erristyn, accepted Queen of Larket has passed the ruling with vote from the Council. It will not and cannot be swayed by the desire of another not printed as a person of the city.” Sinking the quill back within the well she dips her head respectfully toward the patrons and rises, parchment in hand. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your company. Each of you will receive a post soon with detailed information regarding the events of this evening. I wish you well on your departures this night.”
Parsithius stands in cadence with the others, his belying theirs with the distinct 'click' of armored greaves. As they file out of the room, however, this particular coordinator remains within, standing, just the Queen and himself remain. At this point, he exhales breathily, releasing the pent tension of that formal, political affair.
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