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Post by Storyteller on Dec 18, 2021 1:30:20 GMT
"Rise, Quaesitors!"
The voice comes from all three at once. Petronius the Arbiter moves, as does Mica Vykos, to stand beside their Clan Heads.
Chrysalia and Belisarius and Pakourianis the Dove are all clustered together, off the dais.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 18, 2021 1:33:40 GMT
I rise to stand beside Antonius.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 18, 2021 1:37:36 GMT
Belisarius gives you a smile, and you know he thanks you for the warning.
But it is now Antonius, Michael, and the Dracon who call for the Quaesitors.
Once all three Quaesitors are on the dais, the Triumvirate speaks again.
"We declare peace in this city, for Kindred and kine alike. We have been long away, but we shall put our house in order."
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Post by Diocles on Dec 18, 2021 2:08:26 GMT
"I, Diocles, grandchilde of Antonius the Gaul, serve the Triumvirate and will work to strengthen the City under the Dream as the Ventrue Quaesitor."
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 18, 2021 2:16:10 GMT
Petronius speaks then. "I, Petronius the Arbiter, Quaesitor of the Michaelite Tordeador and childe of Michael, do serve the Triumvirate and the City of the Dream."
Mica Vykos then says, "I, Mica Vykos of the Mountain, shall serve as the Obertus Tzimisce Quaesitor until I die or my lord the Dracon find one better."
Belisarius catches your eye, Diocles.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 18, 2021 2:51:38 GMT
I return the look, wondering if there is anything of significance in his gaze.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 18, 2021 3:06:58 GMT
Belisarius strides forward, boldly, before the Triumvirate, and he kneels before Antonius his Sire.
"I wish to make it known that I would adopt as my childe Diocles, Knight of the Bitter Ashes, childe of my lost sister Septima. He has lost a Sire, and I would be that for him, for he has done me great service."
Antonius looks over to you, Diocles, and it is like the sun rising on you to look into those emerald eyes. "Speak, Diocles my grandchilde. Would you become the childe of Belisarius in law and name?"
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Post by Nobody on Dec 18, 2021 3:18:28 GMT
I am astounded. As I marvel at how different Michael looks tonight, and fill my eyes with the terror and beauty that are Antonius and the Dracon, I am suddenly aware of the fact that I am flat upon the ground. No matter. I exult in the glory emanating from these worthy Presences.
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Post by Aida on Dec 18, 2021 3:32:20 GMT
I watch all these proceedings and smile very small. I look upon Antonius with pride, and upon all of the Triumvirate with veneration. The Three have returned to the City. What is to come next?
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Post by Diocles on Dec 18, 2021 3:36:50 GMT
I stand astounded at Belisarius' offer, but once I recover my wits, I am bold enough to take the Prefect's hand and kiss it with all respect. "If you will have me, my lord, I will call you 'uncle' no longer but 'Sire'!"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Dec 18, 2021 3:49:14 GMT
I too lay prostrate, humbled by the power of the three and wait until bid to rise.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 18, 2021 4:46:48 GMT
Antonius declares, "So be it. Septima Dominca's childe is now adopted by Belisarius. He is the Sire to Sir Diocles, Knight of the Bitter Ashes." Then Michael speaks. "Rise, all, and make merry, for the time of your troubles is at an end!"
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Post by Aida on Dec 18, 2021 5:53:09 GMT
I rise from where I knelt and look around at the effect the revelation of the Triumvirate's return had on all present.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 18, 2021 6:41:07 GMT
The whole chamber is buzzing with awe. It is the best word for it. It is too subdued to be joy, even on the faces of the Muses, who have been longing for this night. There are varying degrees of terror on some faces, and Abetorius slips out of the room at the earliest possible moment.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 18, 2021 7:17:37 GMT
(follow and diablerize... jk)
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