507-06-08 Business as Usual

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Business as Usual
RL Date	May 31, 2009
Players	Rourke Caprios, Philomena Caprios, Eleanor Caprios, Phineas Ashlan, Aileana Ashlan, Raziel Devonshire, Dorian Claremont, Aaric Barca, Addison Brandivere, Helena Soranus, Phoenix Forester
Location	Audience Chamber - Imperial Tower - Gateway Castle
Crossroads Time and Weather
IC Date	June 08, 507 A.G.
Season	Spring

Audience Chamber - Imperial Tower - Gateway Castle

The audience chamber has an air of formality to it, despite its comfort. The large room is done in soft blues and golds, and a marble fireplace occupies a prominent spot between two tall glass windows overlooking Gateway. The windows are reinforced with wrought iron worked into elegant whorls of leaves, tendrils, and flowers.

A table to one side has four tall, wing-backed chairs framing it, with one of the chairs slightly larger than the rest. A grouping of velvet couches and chairs for less formal conversations is placed closer to the fireplace.

The standard of Gateway at one wall is framed by the crests of each of the four duchies, and another wall holds an elegant tapestry of Gateway castle itself. A sidebar oft holds a variety of refreshments.

Rourke slips into the room from behind the tapestry, glancing about the chamber as he enters it. There is a rushed quality to him, but he relaxes subtly upon seeing those in the room.

Mena is already seated at the table that has been brought in and set up for the council meeting, sitting in her usual spot to the right of the Keeper's seat at the head of the table.

When Rourke steps in, Mena does push up to her feet and sinks into a graceful curtsey. "Majesty."

Helena arrives shortly after the Keeper, in one hand she carries a small wooden box while the other hand idly pats at her hair, worn up in a simple chignon. "Majesties," She greets as she dips into a low curtsey.

Eleanor must be distracted. It takes her a few minutes to realize she's no longer alone in here. Sitting to the left or wherever it is she's to be seated. Rising when she takes notice the Emperor has entered.

Rourke inclines his head to those in attendance and arriving, cordial. "Good eve, all. I trust that everyone is well?" he inquires, crossing to the table to claim his customary seat. "And more timely than myself, but at least I am more timely than the ducal figures."

Duke Phineas comes in from the entrance to the Imperial tower.

Addison comes in from the entrance to the Imperial tower.

"Our time is your time, Majesty," Mena answers with a quirk of her lips as she rises from her curtsey and retakes her seat. "You are never late."

Helena rises as well and moves off to the side, waiting until the others have taken their seats before she follows suit.

Those who are in the room are already seated, conversation light and formality not yet settled into.

"This is why I married you, certainly," Rourke says to Mena, a singular chuckle escaping him. "Thank you, Lady Wife."

Duke Raziel comes in from the entrance to the Imperial tower.

Eleanor claims the seat she was once in when the niceties are done with. Lips upturn as she listens to Mena and Rourke. A nod given for Helena.

Duke Raziel slips into the chamber, and makes for his seat, bowing curteously to the Imperials and a nod given to the Ducal bodies, or their representatives.

Phineas enters the room with a tapping of cane along with his movements, Addison a pace behind. He glances about and then carefully settles some weight on the cane to effect a bow toward the table of people who outrank him (dammit). "G'day ta ya Majesties, Highness, Imperial Chamberlain."

Mena chuckles as well, settling her casted left arm upon that of the chair. "Indeed," she replies, then looks toward the arrivals with a welcoming smile. "Highness. Your Graces, Duchess Consort, Lady Chamberlain. Good evening."

It's on the heels of the Fielder Duke that Addison arrives, trying not to look too nervous. There's a pause for a curtsy, rising moments later and smiling just a little before she continues to the open chair beside Raziel.

Duke Aaric comes in from the entrance to the Imperial tower.

Additional curtsies are offered as more members of the cousin arrive. "A good evening to you all," Helena greets, encompassing them all, though her gaze lingers a bit on Addison, giving the young woman a warm smile. It's a brief slip before the lady returns to her more formal visage.

Duke Raziel adds, as he slips into his chair, "Good evening, Majesties, Your Highness, and Graces. Lady," he says, nodding his head to Eleanor, at last. Settling into his chair, the Duke seems to be in a pleasant enough mood for this particular Council.

"Good evening." Eleanor tells the audience in general. Saying a bit quieter and more direct to Raziel and Addison. The word simple, "Congratulations." Than her eyes trail over to Rourke. Perhaps waiting for the council to begin. She is in her usual quiet and motherly mood.

Rourke watches the arrival of dukes and consorts, a nod given to each in welcome. "Your Graces. Duchess Consort." If irony is heard in the greeting to Addison, it is very subtle at least. He nods toward the chairs. "It is my hope that we may keep this brief, swift. Accordingly, I will do my best to not launch into any lengthy tirades, personally." The surfacing of humor is brief before he gets into a more serious mode. "Any refreshments, of course..." a glance is given to a hovering servant by the sideboard. "And you all have doubtless heard that Helena Soranus is now the Imperial Chamberlain. If you wish to reach me and I am hard to find, she is likely the person to go through," he explains as everyone gets seated and comfortable.

Aaric enters without ado, precise steps carrying him towards Imperials, to whom he makes a proper bow. "Your Majesties." A respectful nod then to the seated company -- and an additional one of regard towards the Duchess Consort before the Duke of Guardians takes his seat.

Phineas raises from his bow, heading toward the table with slow steps, the cane helping him along as his left foot still seems tenderly placed, at best. "Heard about the appointment, congratulations ta her," the Fielder Duke says as he slips into his customary seat. Aileana's remains empty.

Mena silently inclines her head to Aaric's greeting, as the Keeper has already started speaking.

Duke Raziel inclines his head towards Phineas, then to Eleanor, offering a quieted, "Thank you, Highness," muted so as to be polite in repose to the Princess' blessing, but not to usurp the Keeper's speaking. Turning full attention to the Keeper, then, he nods quietly to the advice, silently, allowing Rourke to speak as he will.

Helena quietly takes her seat and gets her papers and quills out so that she can take notes through the meeting. There's a brief glance again around the room, noting each person at the table before she beings writing.

Eleanor glances over at Aaric when he makes his entry. Shifting some in her seat as if to get comfortable. Again, her attention rests on Rourke though she does smile at the quiet response from Raziel.

Duchess Aileana comes in from the entrance to the Imperial tower.

Aileana may arrive late and looking a little green, but she is here. She drops into a curtsey and then searches for her husband to join his side.

Smiles are given out freely by Addison, small and nervous, but Helena, Eleanor and Aaric are each given one as she settles in and folds her hands in her lap. She glances over at the servant attending the sideboard, asking, "A water, please." A smile for the servant too, then she's back to looking around the table.

As the servant begins fulfilling any requests she may get, she gives a smile back to Addison and moves with efficiency.

Rourke opens his mouth to speak on, but he pauses somewhat when he sees the arrival of Aileana. Noting the cast to her features, he says with some concern, "Welcome, Duchess Green Fields. Are you ill?" As in, please don't throw up on my floor.

Aileana doesn't read the second question as she answers the first, "Oh, I think I'll be fine, Majesty. I'm only a little ill." As in, she may not have anything left for the floor.

Helena glances up from her writing as Rourke speaks to the Green Fields Duchess. There's concern on her face, but the lady says nothing, she simply makes another note on her paper.

Mena's lips quirk a bit subtly, looking from Aileana to Phineas.

Duke Raziel remarks, "May Providence speed your healing, Your Grace," to Aileana, with a faint smile, and a slightly concerned look sent her way. As for himself, he does not seem to seek refreshment.

Phineas does leverage himself to his feet to aid his wife to her own seat, then retakes his own. He leans to press a kiss to her temple, briefly. "We're all fine here," he says with reassurance.

Aaric murmurs to the attendant for whiskey. Dark eyes slide but briefly to regard Aileana but briefly, their look expressing only a certain understated concern. The Barca sets his hands on the table with fingers interlaced. He waits.

Rourke weighs the replies of duchess and duke, then surrenders concern with a short nod. "Very well. I think the first order of business is an update for everyone on the matter that I had mentioned the last time we had council, the matter of making a different justice body that will function across the Empire, dealing with concerns that cross the boundaries of isles. As mentioned previously, neither the knights, nor city guards, nor the military fit this description. So, it will be something new. I've appointed Phoenix Forester to deal with this, and I would have him come in and at least meet with you all, comment upon his vision for such a body." Rourke nods toward the knight at the door.

Phoenix comes in from the entrance to the Imperial tower.

Phin's expression doesn't change a stitch when Nix is announced as the head of this seemingly nameless organization, his eyes running over the rest of the high nobles at the table, thoughtfully.

Duke Raziel inclines his head towards Rourke, but otherwise his features stay stoic; if he has his own private thoughts on the matter, they are not reflected for any to perceive easily.

Eleanor does not give an opinion when Rourke comments the business that is to occur. Instead she looks onwards to see the Forester that comes in, or will be coming in.

Helena glances up from her writing as the Keeper speaks, listening for a few minutes before she begins taking notes again. That's pretty much all she'll be doing tonight, focusing on the Keeper and her writing.

There are few times in her life when Addison hasn't seemed to be curious on at least some level, and she isn't about to put an end to something that has served her so well in the past. She looks from the Keeper to the nobles around the table, and then to the door.

It's a room full of poker faces, and who is Aaric to argue? His features remain utterly impassive as he regards the knight Rourke indicates expectantly. The whiskey is served, and for now it sits untouched.

Aileana looks to the doors as she leans towards Phineas to whisper something to him.

After the girl delivers the whiskey to Aaric, she slips to the door and out, leaving the rest of council to transpire without her presence. From now on, everyone gets their drinks themselves.

Mena does smile at least a bit when Phoenix is announced and looks toward the door to await his arrival.

Phineas gives a marginal nod to Aileana, and then another.

The knight at the door closes it once the girl has left.

Stepping forward from the foyer, Phoenix makes his way across the chamber towards the gathered nobles. Well dressed and clean shaven, his movements are like a slow spill of ink across the floor. When he reaches the customary position for a summoned citizen, he bends forward at the waist into a bow, lowering his eyes before the Emperor and Empress. "Ya majesties." The greeting is offered respectfully, his thick Fielder accent heavy as honey as is rolls from his tongue. When the proper time has passed or a gesture has been made for him to rise, he does so and turns to offer the gathered assemblage a similar, though not as deep a bow, intoning "Members of the High Council." When he speaks again it will be from a posture that does not put his back to any members of the council for more than a few seconds at best.

The Phoenix speaks: "The group the Emperor has spoken of is still in the beginnin' stages." His gemstone gaze, the color of the finest Fielder whiskey, flickers between the council members. "The purpose is to establish a group of qualified and capable individuals to act as a central organization who will be focusin' on matters across the Empire answerin' to the Emperor." Pausing for a moment, he then continues, "As I am realizin' there is not much solid information to be givin' ya this evenin', I will answer what questions I am able, and then be makin' myself available for anyone who has any other questions they might be thinkin' of now, or later. I would also be takin' any recommendations ya might be havin' concerning individuals ya are thinkin' would be assets to such a group." Then with another respectful dip of his chin, he is quiet, waiting.

Duke Raziel asks, quietly, "Exactly what matters will this intrepid force be investigating?" His tone is smooth, features still impassive. "It is easy enough to say one matter or another affects multiple Isles," he pontificates.

Rourke watches Phoenix enter, considering the arrival with a quirk to his lips, and lets the silence measure out to see his response to it. Something of satisfaction flickers across the Keeper's features with the words from the Forester, though he considers Raziel's question and looks back to Phoenix with an arched brow. He doesn't break in to comment. Not yet.

Helena pauses in her writing as the Forester enters and her expression shifts in subtle degrees, doing so even as he speaks. Is it the man's appearance or the fact that he's saying so much at one time? As her brows begin to rise she dips her head down and hurries to catch up in her writing, keeping her ear tilted towards Nix, but the written word is now her focus.

Turning slightly so that he is facing Raziel more fully, Phoenix offers a slight dip of his chin, "Ya Grace. As the group will be answerin' to the Emperor, it will be the Emperor's word which is directin' its investigations."

Phineas focuses upon his younger sibling with a serious expression, his hand stealing over to twine fingers with his wife's.

Mena shifts slightly in her seat, trying to subtly stick a finger up into the bottom of her cast to get at an itch deep inside. It's really a small amount of fidgeting compared to how much that freaking thing itches. Her attention does not waver from the conversation at hand, though.

"Indeed," Rourke says with a nod, adding after Phoenix's remarks. "We often see matters that there is no body of authority across isles to deal with. Ex-guildmaster Saunder fleeing to the Fields is a good example, as his crimes were against those of many isles. Who should have been retrieving him? That the head of our City Guard had to do so is not what he has been tasked with."

Duke Raziel leans back a measure, to consider Phoenix's words, then he nods, either satisfied for the answer, or at least satisfied enough that that particular topic doesn't rise again from him. He nods to Rourke, a small nod, "True enough," he sincerely agrees, perhaps gaining some more keen measure of the purpose. "And this group, I presume, shall have a single representative from each of the Isles? Five, in total? Or is there to be a larger body?"

Phineas shoots off the question of, "Do ya get nifty uniforms?"

Eleanor is quiet. Content to let the questions rise from others. Eyes straying over to Phoenix as he speaks. Only sparing a glance for Mena when she takes notice of the Empress scratching under her cast.

Duke Dorian is quiet, too, letting Eleanor speak for his isle today. He's so behind in paperwork without a chamberlain he barely knows who's paid their taxes.

"The number will be determined by the candidates." Phoenix turns slightly here to let his gaze pass over the other council members representing their respective isles, as if quietly indicating that they should present names either now or at a later time for consideration. "And the extent of the investigatin' they are directed to. Initially, I am expectin' approximately half a dozen."

"There's a man, Morden, that ya might want ta at least check out fer it," suggests Phineas. "And ya didn't tell me if ya get nifty uniforms. Ignorin' me doesn't make me go away." He grins hugely at Phoenix.

"Aye, I know. I've been tryin' for years. If ya are havin' some suggestions, I'll consider them." Phoenix glances over at Phineas, offering a dip of his chin despite the Duke being his older brother.

Duke Raziel muses, "I have given the name of Brendan Davenport to His Majesty as one I would recommend to this endeavor." He seems satisfied enough with that, rather than offering multiple names. His features do lift, a bit, into a subtle smile at Phineas' goading. Then he looks to Rourke, "I presume that His Majesty will alert this Council when the yet-to-be-named group shall be sent on this errand or that, so that we may lend courtesy and aid in such investigations?"

Mena presses her lips together at the byplay between the brothers. Her gaze drops for a moment to her lap before it turns briefly upon her husband's features. She says nothing on this subject, or asks no questions.

There's a glance spared for Dorian as Eleanor hears Phoenix. Contemplating as she goes thru the list of names that make up Draught. At the moment not a name springs up right away. But the look she gives to the Forester that is talking, has the main floor says she'll get back to him.

Helena continues to take notes, pausing only occasionally to glance up at those gathered as questions arise and answers are given.

Rourke holds his peace, letting Phoenix deal with the commentary that's put to him. He watches the Forester as much as anyone else does, but then turns attention to Raziel when a question is put directly to him. "Unless there is some reason to honestly worry about the question of the ducal seat of an area, I imagine so. If I think that you have been subverted by cultists and have succumbed to blood sacrifices upon your estate on Mists, I'm certainly not going to tell you that I'm having it looked into, Your Grace," he answers Raziel dryly. "And of course there are matters occasionally that the crown chooses to keep to itself, but that is nothing new and isn't impacted by the existence or lack thereof of this group. The goal is not to disrespect ducal authority or lands, but to work in tandem with the authorities in place, be they ducal, city guard, magisterium, or anything else."

Phineas smirks at Phoenix. "I've got some uniform suggestions fer ya, but probably nothin' that'd be appropriate ta discuss here." He then falls silent, the brief injection of humor one he does not push further.

"Cadeyrn Gwynedd, perhaps," Aaric opines quietly, his fingers now steepled upwards. "The tribune who saved Shayne's life. Clever, resourceful, brave. A strong sense of duty." On the policy itself, the duke seems entirely mum.

It must not have taken Eleanor all that long. Saying towards Phoenix, "I realize that the two that come in mind may have other duties but I would like to recommend Miss Cynara Dhaval and Master Mathis Cardriff for this little group you are organizing."

Duke Raziel nods his head to Rourke, "I'll be certain to refrain from the blood sacrifices, Your Majesty," he says, deadpan. "I've no more queries, for the moment," he states then, nodding to Phoenix and Rourke both, smoothly. Then, he glances thoughtfully to the other heads of their respective Isles.

Phoenix turns to each member of the council as names are spoken. Each suggestion is accepted with a silent nod of his chin. Although he writes nothing down, there is the sense that the names will not be forgotten. "Each will be considered," he says simply to all.

Addison can't help but to look amused at the interaction between Phineas and Phoenix, and perhaps just a little bit amazed that the latter of the two has spoken so much.

When the Princess offers over a couple of names the Chamberlain's quill skids a bit across her notes. Helena doesn't lift her head, but her eyes lift to look towards Eleanor before she returns to her work, writing around the small streak of ink and adding two more names to the list on her notes.

"Are there any other questions or comments for Lord Forester?" Rourke asks, glancing about the table to each of the ducal figures.

Aaric simply spreads his hands; a definite decline to the Emperor's query.

"We're good," Phineas answers for the Fields, shaking his head.

"No, nothing further." Eleanor says when Rourke puts that question forth.

"Very well then. Thank you for your time, Lord Forester. I'm certain that everyone will look forward to updates." Rourke inclines his head toward the lord, and turns his attention to the others at the table. "Which reminds me, I have a fast query for you, Duke Guardian. I know a citizen was told that, to serve the Empire in the army, he had to swear fealty to Guardian. I am... not entirely pleased with this."

Mena smiles and inclines her head to Phoenix when it seems he is finished for tonight. "Thank you, Lord Forester," she echoes the Keeper.

Dipping into that same graceful half bow as before, Phoenix pays his respect to the gathered nobles. His expression has not shifted since his arrival. Any unspoken thoughts he may have remain locked behind the cool neutrality of his features and the starshine of his eyes. The Emperor and Empress are the last to receive his parting bow, which is of course held longer than the previous. "Ya Majesties." And thus, once Rourke has dismissed him, he straightens and makes his way from the chamber. He does not turn his back on the Keeper until he has passed from the nucleus of the meeting.

Addison gives Phoenix a little smile as he prepares to leave, then looks over to Aaric at the Keepers inquiry. Only now does she pick up the glass that was delivered to her earlier, sipping from it as she watches the Guardian Duke.

Phoenix returns to the entrance of the Imperial tower.

Duke Raziel looks sidelong, briefly to Addison to see how she's faring through all this, before glancing to Aaric, though his own features have returned to that impassive quiet of mere observation.

Phineas glances after his brother with a grin for a moment, but it fades at Rourke's words. Both his brows edge upward a measure. He tugs his wife's hand toward his lips to kiss the back of it.

Chocolate brows arch ever so slightly upwards as Aaric is addressed. "Such has been policy since the very inception of the legions, your Majesty," the duke answers in measured tones. "In keeping with the long-standing position of our ducal seat as being charged with command of the legions and the defence of the Empire... a duty maintained at our own island's sole and not-inconsiderable expense. And an arrangement adopted, I am sure, to avoid potential conflicts of interest -- a special danger when dealing with officers who may have large numbers of troops under their commands."

"And if we have someone from a different isle who wishes to be a part of the legions, to do time serving the Empire before, say, inheriting a noble seat; do we have provision for this? I well understand the charge of the legions, and anyone who behaved inappropriately in their duties or evidenced feeling a conflict with orders obviously should be summarily drummed out of the ranks; but the legions serve the empire as a whole, not the Isle of Guardian. We do not require that someone swear to Draught to enter the Healer's College or study alchemy. It does not seem...reasonable to me that a person who is a faithful citizen of the Empire should have to tender an oath to Guardian as liege, to serve into the military. Their oath should be that they will obey the rank and order of the military itself, should it not?" challenges Rourke, gaze affixed upon the Duke of Guardian.

Mena does nod her agreement with Rourke's words before her gaze also rests heavily upon Aaric, awaiting his response.

Aileana also nods agreement with Rourke's words, "I know many Fielders that would happily serve the legions and do their duty, but they won't swear fealty elsewhere. Not all Fielders are farmers at heart."

The Duke of Green Fields watches the byplay between Keeper and Guardian, then offers in his idle drawl, "Sure, maybe do their time, the same as the mandatory service others get. Ain't like there'd be tons, but some that'd be happy ta do so."

Duke Raziel has nothing to offer, this way or that; more words from him will only pressure Aaric more, and Rourke's stated his argument well enough. Duke Mists is content to watch the interplay, it seems, not offering wither or no any Mistians would wish to do the same, or ask if they indeed would be welcomed in such ranks to begin with.

Eleanor is busy looking at notes or something. Glancing up when the conversation changes. No words come from her as she simply just watches the going ons.

"Said hierarchy, Your Majesty, places the legions under the command of the Duke of Guardians," Aaric replies. "The ducal seat and command of the army having been inextricably linked for centuries. And we, in turn, serve at your pleasure. For the hypothetical... in all honesty? I do not doubt the sense of duty a Draughtian heir might have, or the valor and brawn of a Fielder. I would, however, caution that a term of service in the legions is no easy thing, and should as a general matter not be undertaken without the sort of rigorous training so many Guardians receive at the earliest of ages. There are good reasons for why the defence of the realm has fallen largely on the shoulders of our people. But in those rare cases where a farmer or unlanded noble of another island were fit for the service contemplated by legionary life, the transfer of loyalty need only be a temporary matter. Once their term is complete, they may freely return to the island of their birth. Such can -- and has -- been done. In all honesty, I fail to see the difficulty in swearing to obey the very commander of the army one in which one enlists. It seems only the most sensible and fundamental of measures -- practically a prerequisite."

"The mandatory service of any Guardian is six months, Your Grace," Mena points out, speaking for the first time in this meeting as she regards Aaric. "How young do you really need to start if this is not a career path. You are telling us that for a span of less than a year for basic training of a soldier would take swearing allegiance to another isle? That would make it mere words said instead of any true meaning behind it if someone from the Fields, say, would just turn around and return to their home isle afterward. If we all serve the Emperor, then all should have the chance to do so."

"Maybe I don't understand it, not being of Guardian myself, but why can it not be that they swear their military oath to service of the Keeper rather than yourself, Your Grace?" Addison asks softly, glancing quickly to Rourke and then back to Aaric. "As I understand it, they are here for the protection of the Empire as a whole, so it would make sense, would it not? Even if it has always been done that way, would it bring harm to make that change? That way there is no question of people from others having to transfer their allegiance from one Isle and then back again when their service is up."

Duke Raziel's brow lifts, marginally, and he gives a slow nod to Addison's words, by that action both complimenting her and suggesting his mind is of the same tangent of thought. Thusly spoken for, before he had measure to formulate the words, the Duke merely looks to Aaric for answer.

"Now, I can tell ya that a strapping lad of sixteen from the Fields may not have been trainin' in weapons his whole life, but he's been brawlin' and workin' a lot of his existence, he ain't no soft nor weak thing," Phineas says in defence of the farmers of the world.

Rourke offers a nod to both the words from Mena and the commentary from Addison, even if the latter draws a few moments of pause to consider the Duchess Consort. Even Phineas gets a tip of his head. "It is the difference between swearing to follow the orders of a military structure, and politically separating from the isle of your birth, even for a time," the Keeper states mildly. "I would like to see an oath for these occasions that makes it clear that someone is not swearing off their isle, their allegiance to it, but are oathing to obey the commands of their superior officers while they are in service. I strongly suggest you consider this and provide a distinction for people who are loyal in this Empire and will honor their service, but do not wish to be proclaimed of another land for a time. I think that you will find favor with those of your peers, as well as your own liege." Rourke gives a lingering look to the duke, but lets the conversation move on. "Any updates from Guardian we should be aware of?"

"I do not think anyone serving in the legion would have problems obeying a direct order from their superior officers either. They would be military minded folk, and would be able to handle such submission." Aileana offers as she looks to her husband to nod in agreement, "And that. We don't raise prissy pansy sissy shits on the Fields, and if we happen to do so, we would encourage them to pursue...some other field."

Helena adds nothing to the discussion, save for the scratching of her quill as she records it all. She barely looks up as the conversation goes back and forth, the only times she seems to stop is when she requires a new piece of paper.

Phineas chuckles at his wife's description of Fielders, his hand squeezing hers. "Damn right we would," he murmurs, before squinting toward Aaric to see if there is any news from the isle of military. He offers toward the imperials, "Fields has some stuff ta update ya on, by the way."

Rourke's glance to Aileana is somewhat uncomfortable for a moment, but he lets her commentary pass without any other response from himself. He leans toward Mena and murmurs something soft to her.

"I assure you, your Graces," Aaric replies simply, "I do not question the tenacity or courage of Fielders, nor indeed those of any other island. Such virtues are, however commendable, not what I speak to. The devastating effectiveness of the legions has as much to do with unit cohesion and a highly specialized form of discipline and cooperation as anything else. A cohesion aided, in part, by that same early training and shared heritage I referenced."

"Still," he says with a spread of his hands, "I am open to making such a distinction, though I would suggest that in fairness it would require fair contribution by the other islands for the support and maintenance of the legions. A standing army is, as you might imagine -- an expensive venture. And so far it has been balanced entirely on Guardian ledgers. Matter for future conversations, no doubt."

"An arrangement has been reached with the tribes of Dun Artan," Aaric says by way of update. "To be officiated when Shayne and I leave for Guardian next week to make our tour of the island. Further, at least one prominent bandit leader has been put down by Her Excellency, the Baroness Trebachas. A slight skirmish between several Fenn March tribals and the legions hints at chafing under continued legionary presence in that self-same barony, so responsible redeployment measures are being considered to balance security and good relations with the citizenry. Other than that, Your Majesty, all is quiet."

"As per the usual quiet of Guardian, a few skirmishes and a situation of soaked kindling," Rourke states dryly, but he does tip his head forward. "I am completely certain that I do not need to say this, yet I will anyway: do be cautious in your trip with Her Grace. I cannot doubt that there are tribal groups out there who would enjoy a chance to change the isle's leadership yet again. Our congratulations to Baroness Trebachas for her prowess that continues her family's longstanding tradition." He nods, and looks to Phineas and Aileana. "Very well. Anything from Green Fields?"

Mena inclines her head to Rourke, then gets up from her seat with grace and moves in the direction of the sideboard. As the conversation continues, she does listen as she performs her task, lifting a pitcher of water with her good hand and pouring some into a goblet carefully.

Aileana does narrow her eyes for a moment on Aaric though rather than cause a stir, she just clears her throat as she starts her progress report, "The grand news is that our spring harvest is much more lucrative than our fall. The berries are as plump as a first time mother cow's udders, and almost as delightful to squirt the juice out of, but really, can you beat...." Her sentence may be about to be completed when she catches herself and passes a look to the council members, "Right. So...Harvest was good. The festival on the Fields was good." She then pauses and looks down at her notes, a smile coming to her lips that is hard to hide -- impossible really. In fact, for some reason, she just has to pause, breath, gain control of herself and then speaks, "In celebration of such a titillating time on the Fields and the return of Duke Green Fields, we are going to host the Leave your Clothes and Cares behind party in a few weeks. It will involve skinny dipping, grass skirts, and seashells once you swim out to the little island thing off of the beach coastline." She has to pause to just press her lips together and then continues, "In other news, Green Fields is requesting use of some of the Imperial coffers to fund a plow rejuvenation project, and for some Draughtian animal cologne development projects to make the males more attractive to females...for horses and other livestock." She then looks to Phineas to add to her report, perhaps to just avoid looking at other counsel members for a moment.

It's a good thing that Mena's back is to the room when Aileana makes her report. But it is only a moment before she turns and makes her way back to the table, placing the goblet of water in front of the Keeper carefully before retaking her seat. Her lips are pressed together tightly.

"Ayup, that's about it," drawls Phineas with an easy smile as he settles his arm around his wife's shoulders and looks about at the other ducal figures. "Hope ta see y'all there. Except Raziel, not you. I ain't so keen on seein' ya skinny-dippin' thanks all the same."

Helena glances up at the Fielder report, brought to pause more than just to reach for a new piece of paper. She remains as silent as ever, but her lips thin as she dips her head back over her writing.

There's no commentary from Eleanor. Just a scratch here or there from her own note taking. She obviously just doesn't want to look at the Ducal figures of the Fields at this time.

Addison's poker face quite isn't so practiced as others. The talk of the berries obviously amuses her a little, and the mention of the party brings a momentary startled look and a quick glance around at the others to see their reactions before she focuses on taking a drink of her water.

Somewhere in the middle of Aileana's words, Rourke places an elbow on the table and begins rubbing his forehead as if he has a headache coming on, and ultimately the heel of his hand presses to one eye while the other stares at Aileana, then Phineas. "You. Are. Joking." It is either a reprimand or a plea, somewhat strangled in nature. "No."

Duke Raziel's brows lift, marginally, at Aileana's - candor, if one could call it such. Lips pressed thinly together, he makes no commentary on her report, other than, "We're pleased, Duchess, that the Fields has had a good harvest this year." And a tip of his head in congratulations, of sorts. To Phineas' comment, he only offers a dry sort of smirk. And, he's about to say something - directed towards Rourke mainly, when the Keeper speaks. He settles back, then, choosing to wait to met his words to the man.

"To which?" Aileana simply asks the Keeper as a slight strangled sound finds some residence in the back of her throat. Her eyes shine with much amusement, "I'm completely serious, Your Majesty. Who doesn't want a party like that? And Spring Harvest is amazing this year."

Mena smiles easily as she settles back into her seat, giving a squeeze to Rourke's shoulder before she does so. "We thank Your Graces for your enthusiasm, of course, however, such a party would be quite.... inappropriate. If you wish to have a bunch of consenting naked people running around, you are free to do so on your own isle, but Gateway is not quite the place for it. As for your enthusiasm on the future of Green Fields' technology.. good for you. You are also free to speak to Duke Dorian on the prospect of Draughtian assistance. However, if it is to come from coffers, it should come from your own, as it always has in the past. Good luck to you on such endeavors."

Aileana finally just breaks into merry laughter as she squeezes her husband's hand and leans to whisper something to him as she is prone to do, a nod given to Mena after her words come.

Rourke is still staring at Aileana with her answer, though the brief touch from Mena does steal his attention and has him lowering the hand from his eye that he may lean back in his own chair again and reach for the water that Mena brought. He sips it, and his gaze narrows just a bit before he says, dryly, "I could not say it any more eloquently than my wife already has. And..." He peers at her as Aileana laughs. "What?"

Phin's shit-eating grin grows. "Aw, we were just funnin' with ya about the party and the experiments, Majesties. Thanks fer yer time." He leans in to listen to Aileana, and replies under his breath to her with his eyes dancing.

Aileana's eyes widen and she looks back to the Emperor as her cheeks darken, "What? What? I was just...you know...enjoying a good laugh." And with that final commentary, she grows silent again.

"You know... this will not turn out well for you," Mena says to Aileana and Phineas, chuckling a bit as she says it.

Duke Raziel allows the interplay to continue, having little to comment on, himself.

Helena just continues to write it all down, jokes and all.

Chances are good that Addison has something to say, but she chooses silence instead. It seems the safer path at this present moment, sinking teeth into her lower lip to keep from letting a single laugh escape.

Rourke coughs and looks at the ceiling, and then he reclaims some dignity by moving on to, "Draught." He focuses upon Dorian and Eleanor as if Phineas and Aileana and their whole isle do not exist.

When it is Eleanor's turn to speak she rises from her seat. It looks like she's got something in her hand. Even though she is not that far from the Empress she moves over in that direction. Giving a look of 'May I?' It is ornamental dagger made on Tolek of bronze and the blade is made of stone called obsidian.

"As Master Mathis Cardriff has just come there this is what he told me. That this item it makes a finer, more precise cut than even our metals do for our sword, and they use it in weaponry and jewellery."

There is a pair of small earrings for the Empress as well. That is what Eleanor hands over to Mena as she attempts to give the dagger to Rourke for him to have a looksee.

"Master Cardriff plans on sharing some of the stones he acquired with the Baron Miller's Isle and Baron Crescent Coast to see if any other uses may be found." Eleanor continues, "Master Cardriff, also wanted it to be known that it is still to cold to harvest rubber in Tolek but he has plans to speak to the Empress more about this."

It seems that Eleanor is full of news tonight as she continues on. "I have a report from Miller's Isle." The Lady Regent of Draught moves over back to her seat and where her notes are. She cheats and just recites what is written. It is obviously words of the Baron Ethan.

"Miller's Isle is moving in a direction of Structure at the moment. Much of my work has been in the area of refining trade routes, raising taxes on supplies entering the area the best I can and generally making life easier for those who work within my boundaries." Taking in a breath, its an indication that yes, Eleanor is still reading." We have begun work on a second generation of Airships, taking what we learned from our first. Now that the modifications have been completed on the shipyard, production has been going faster. However, there is still much to learn in this area."

Looking to the other council members, but this time towards the Field Ducal. “He also states that he has someone working on improving farm equipment and that if there are any Fielders interested in this area to please contact him."

Looking downwards at her notes Eleanor now says, "And we have a report from Ethos. It is noted that they are at peace." Looking to the other members and gives a 'please forgive me look.' "I'm going to go ahead and read what Baron Soranus has said. He puts it much better than I could ever do."

So again she goes back into her reciting voice and attempts to put in her own interjections when she can.

"Outside of our capital, Grace, we have without fanfare begun to break ground on a new project, with the intention of later establishing a centerpiece for learning of a religious and moral nature. It will begin primarily with scholars and artefacts relating to such from across the Empire, but will in time be expanded to elements beyond our own borders. It is our hope that in generations to come, Draught and Ethos will be recognized as a cultural center for such things both here and beyond, and that much understanding and common ground can be bred there." Taking in a breath. Who knew barons could be so long winded.

"Codex has gone through somewhat tumultuous times of course, but has settled under the still untested hand of its Lady, Karyleine Codex. Her second heir is due to be born shortly. Development on a new invention tentatively called the 'printing press' has been proceeding apace in the lordship, and I am told there shall be the chance for demonstration soon. The implications of this development are very fascinating. Along with such, it has been proposed by the Lady Codex that the various elements of book making and production in Codex, long a native craft, be brought together in a sponsored scriptorium and learning center. This all revolves around the use of this new invention, but from what I have seen so far, should it perform as it promises, this printing press will change how we transcribe texts forever."

And finally in conclusion to this little recitation," In Meritas the harvest proceeds as it should,

the harvest proceeds as it should, a small surplus helping make up for some of the shortfall this season in Codex. We expect to have most of the herb crop for these next few months out and ready for shipment from the port in Destine on time. Our deadline set for Lord Joshua Dhaval to find for himself a woman to take as wife and Lady Meritas is looming. If in the next two months he has made no progress, Ethos will begun to make overtures on his behalf to ensure the succession of the Dhaval line, as he is the only surviving heir of the late Lord Saul Dhaval."

When Eleanor is done with all of that she says towards Rourke, "And that is the report from Draught." Than she has an oh look on her face as if she's forgotten to add something. "I had a meeting with Miss Cynara Dhaval and she mentioned in her investigation with the late Lord Pyria that the reason for his death, well it sounds as if he was trying to get rid of his competition when he at one time was trying to be baron of Miller's Isle."

There's a sheepish look on Eleanor's face. Obviously she thought she was done but she's not. "Oh and one more thing." Taking in a breath she shares. "Baroness Destine has shared that they have actually found the star and do believe it to be a new one. They will be conducting naming on it in a few months after there is more findings upon it. -- The school is progressing well in its building process. They have opened trade with some of the baronies of Guardian and of Mists." Eleanor gives a glance to Aaric and than Raziel to verify that. "They are working towards the finalization of the contracts they have going out as well as the one with Baron Nicholas in Green Fields." Eleanor ends that little tidbit by looking at the Ducal figures of Green Fields before she truly claims her seat.

Duke Dorian watches Eleanor with blinking eyes and a look of surprise at the length of her speech. But he remains quiet, apparently in learning mode tonight.

Phineas gives a wink to his sister before becoming attentive to Draught's stuff. He listens with some interest to everything said, although a huge smirk laces his features as the words of Athar are read straight up. "Yeah, saw the demonstration of the printing press a bit back. That's goin' ta be a good thing," he agrees with the assessment given.

Oh, there is so much there that Helena would love to just sit back and absorb, but she must save that for later. Her quill moves quickly as news from her home isle is offered, though she does briefly pause at the words delivered from her brother's hand.

Mena accepts the gift of the earrings with a smile and inclination of her head, along with a murmured thanks before she asks, "What sort of school is being opened in Destine? Is this to be a third University upon Draught?"

Eleanor looks back over at Mena when that question is asked. She obviously does not have that answer. "I don't know. That is something I will have to get back to you, Majesty." She puts down a note to get that taken care of.

Rourke looks very content as Draught reports, reaching to claim the dagger for consideration. He turns it back and forth between his features. "I'll be interested in hearing the disadvantages of this, if there are any," he comments. "We do have obsidian here in the Empire, don't we? Can their technique be learned? That will be of interest to know. As for the rest, thank you Highness. I appreciate that detailing of events upon Draught." He waits for Mena's question to be answered before moving on. The matter of Lord Pyria he makes no comment on, one way or another. It only won a press of his lips.

Duke Raziel listens, attentively to Eleanor's words, with a measure of keen interest in parts, inespecial in regards to 'printing press', and how it would work. Dichotomous eyes remain upon the Princess, and he measures, after looking towards Phineas thoughtfully, "I would indeed be interested in seeing a demonstration of this new invention, Your Highness, Your Grace," he says with a nod towards Dorian. "It sounds most intriguing."

Mena smiles and nods to Eleanor. "Thank you, Highness."

"Interesting. Neither of you know what Baroness Destine is doing?" Rourke's glance takes in both Eleanor and Dorian, some worry alighting behind his eyes, but it is not voiced. "Very well. Raziel, first congratulations upon your engagement. What is the news of Mists?"

Aileana just listens to the report and then allows her husband's response to be the only one from the Fielder couple. Her toes curl at the flooring beneath her bare feet as if a subtle signal to her temporary restlessness.

Eleanor says nothing more even when the Emperor says that. Looking over to Raziel as he has the floor now. Picking up a water glass to take a sip from. All those words of course she's parched.

As Mena looks toward Raziel, she takes a piece of paper from the table and folds it quietly before she tries to casually stick it up the bottom of the cast to get at that annoying and lingering itch inside of it.

Duke Raziel inclines his head, "Thank you, Your Majesty." And, he offers Rourke a faint smile, before clearing his throat. "For the moment, all upon Mists goes well. I await updates from Baron Moonshadow upon his proposal of the educational School of Magic that I discussed with this assembly when last we met. There remain some tendrils to go into place to ensnare hopefully some of the Cultists, and those measures are being worked upon as swiftly as we can without endangerment to those who would risk such endeavor. Our newer nobles, Lady Brune and Lady deCaire have taken residency in Crossroads to acclimate themselves, and are adjusting well." He leans back, then, mouth turning into a thoughtful position, before he speaks again. "Beyond such things, for the moment, all goes well in Mists, your Majesties. We shall strive to ensure it stays thus." He glances, briefly to the Empress - he can't help it, and offers her a mild sort of 'I'm sorry and I empathize' smile towards her, before glancing back to the assembly, and to Rourke. "With the regions becoming more stabilized and secured with more promising nobility in line and established, attention will be made to find a suitable Baron for Foxfire Cradle. Or Baroness. And, of course, Baron Moonshadow has been set to wed the Lady Montaigu, as your Majesty is already aware."

Rourke is keenly attentive to Raziel as he relates the report. "Very well. If you think there's anything from the cultists that might have ties off-isle, would you be so kind as to talk to Lord Forester about it, Your Grace? And I would like to meet the ladies that have come and are in attendance here, but I'll leave that to my very industrious chamberlain to arrange." He nods toward Helena. "And with that, if there is nothing more...?" He gives a few moments for anyone to add any last commentary.

Duke Raziel nods his agreement upon both matters, without any argument whatsoever.

Aileana shakes her head once, her hand tightening on that of her spouse.

Eleanor already spewed what she needed to so her head is shaken in a negative matter as she gathers her own notes close.

"Raziel, ya need ta jaw about the cultists sometimes, let me know." Phineas gives an idle look toward the Mistian duke, before glancing to his wife with her tight grip. He grins at her.

Helena glances up at the mention of her office and gives a nod before taking a quick look around the room, making certain that she's taken down all the names of those in attendance.

"Very well. Then I thank you each for your time, and bid you a good eve," Rourke says with cordial dismissal. "I'm sure you will have notes about the meeting sent shortly by my chamberlain." Another duty tacked on for poor Helena.

Phineas gets to his feet quickly enough, free hand reaching for his cane, and he bows toward the Imperial Couple. "G'eve, Majesties," he bids, and tugs his wife along. They've got business to attend to, judging by his swiftness at departure. You know. Business.

Mena smiles and inclines her head to those departing. "Good evening to you all. Thank you."

Duke Raziel rises, then offers Addison his hand, "Thank you, Majesties, Your Graces, Highness. Lady." He smiles, slowly, "Do have a good evening."

There's another nod from the chamberlain as she finishes with the last notes of the evening. Helena lightly blows across the last of the ink to dry it before she begins putting away her ink and quill, along with the pile of notes. Each is tucked into its own compartment in her little desk. No fuss, no muss.

"Good night." Eleanor tells the group in general as she watches each individual go.

Aileana drops into a curtsey and then laughs softly as she's tugged, "Good evening, everyone!" And then the insatiable couple heads off to make more rumors.

Duke Phineas returns to the entrance of the Imperial tower.

Duchess Aileana returns to the entrance of the Imperial tower.

Addison too rises and takes the hand offered to her, a quick glance given in Rourke and Mena's direction. "Have a good evening, Majesties," she offers softly, lowering into a quick curtsy before she turns to follow Raziel out.

Rourke gives a look after the ducal couple that rushes out, shaking his head, before he focuses upon the others in the room. "Raziel, Addison, have a good evening. You as well, Eleanor."

Duke Dorian has left.

Helena rises from her seat, quickly brushes the wrinkles out of her skirts and offers another curtsey, along with the first words in quite a while. "Majesty, do you require anything else of me this evening?" she asks of the Keeper.

Duke Raziel returns to the entrance of the Imperial tower.

Addison returns to the entrance of the Imperial tower.

Princess Eleanor rises from her seat. Gather's up the things she needs to and gives a curtsey to the Imperial Couple before she to makes her way out.

Rourke considers Helena for a few moments, thoughtful, and glances to his wife. "I think that is it, unless I've forgotten anything, Mena?"

Mena shakes her head a bit. "I do not recall anything you might have forgotten," she tells Rourke, then smiles at Helena. "Thank you, Lady Chamberlain."

Helena inclines her head and reaches for her small desk. "I shall be in my suite if needed," she says and offers a curtsey in her farewell. "Providence ever smile upon you," she says to the both before she makes her way out of the chamber.