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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 2:15:46 GMT
On 7 April 1197, the Tenth Council is opened under the auspices of Petronius the Arbiter and the Lady Chrysalia, Head and Daughter of the Obertus.
As at the previous Council, only two of the three chairs on the dais in the main hall are filled. Petronius sits in the center seat, and on his left sits the magnificent beauty, the Lady Chrysalia. The chair on the right is empty.
(What is everyone wearing? Do you have anyone you wish to seek out?)
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 2:19:59 GMT
I am dressed very much as I am in my character picture, for I always wear black and dress like a knight, yet there is a rich ruby pendant around my neck, giving that splash of red I prefer. I enter the Council premises with Ducas, my brother in the blood, and Helena, my cousin in the blood. I assume no one is entering with Belisarius and Nicepherus, the main contenders for the Antonian Ventrue headship.
"I hope all will be well after tonight's decision," I say to Ducas and Helena, the latter linked arms with me as I escort her.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 2:21:46 GMT
"I am certain that it will," says Ducas. "For if even we speak for Belisarius, I do not think that Basil of Thessalonika will dare to put forth support for the Caesar Magister."
"Does anyone know why Nicepherus keeps looking for the Muses?" adds Helena in whisper.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 2:29:53 GMT
I know, but this is not the place to say aloud. "Well, cousin, it can only be that my elder brother expects the Muses to speak for him in some way."
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 2:30:40 GMT
Helena sighs. "That seems foolish. I know the Arbiter will speak for Belisarius, and the Lady Chrysalia seems easily led by the Muses."
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 2:38:31 GMT
"But what if one or more of the others speaks for Nicepherus? Is it possible there could be some division among the childer of Michael?"
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 2:46:19 GMT
"I hope not," says Ducas. "That has not occurred before, and it would be disastrous for the City for it to happen now."
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Nobody
Alexios Group
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Post by Nobody on Dec 13, 2021 4:03:21 GMT
I am wearing a richly appointed silken kaftan of jet black trimmed with gold. It is, as usual, of simply design, yet the fabric is heavy, and the work of exquisite craft. I am also wearing the golden torc that I wore to Zoe's ball. My demeanor, usually cheerful, is tempered tonight with a grimness that none of you has yet seen.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 4:10:39 GMT
Zoe comes waltzing up to you, Alexios, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Why the long face, Alexios?"
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Aida
Aida Group
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Post by Aida on Dec 13, 2021 4:25:55 GMT
I am wearing copper rings in my hair, which is again in braids, intricately piled on my head. I have a long dress that seems to be both sheer and yet shimmery like polished copper. I have the Lady Alexia Theusa on one arm, and on the other is Layla Madeer.
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Nobody
Alexios Group
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Post by Nobody on Dec 13, 2021 4:35:55 GMT
I smile at her, my face losing its somber tone.
"Ah, think nothing of it, young Zoe. There is much on my mind, and I am merely concerned for our glorious City. But enough of business. How fare you this evening?"
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 4:36:51 GMT
Although I see Alexios and Aida, I do not come over to them. Instead, I speak into their minds. It gladdens my heart to see in attendance those whom Michael has trusted with his great secrets.
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Aida
Aida Group
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Post by Aida on Dec 13, 2021 4:40:06 GMT
I smile slightly and respond to Diocles in kind. Michael's trust in us all is an honour, and I, too, am glad to see all of us in attendance.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 4:46:36 GMT
Zoe giggles. "I am doing excellently well, darling! But I was wondering if you had seen Lady Chrysalia, to speak to, I mean, before the Council."
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 7:51:48 GMT
The other Muses enter the Hall at this time, Pakourianis the Dove, Anthemios of Tralles, and Paul Bathalos. They are all dressed in distinctive finery, with the Dove being clad in a chiton of purest white with golden sandals and wearing a fillet of gold around his brow, bound with an alexandrite.
Paul Bathalos is dressed in royal blue, in a tunic with simple, severe lines. (Anyone with Academics 3 or more may roll Int+Academics)
Anthemios of Tralles is dressed in an elaborate tunic of Byzantine design, in deep oranges and crimsons.
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