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Council Meeting 1 - WEYR EVENT
Topic Started: Sep 15 2010, 07:04 PM (935 Views)
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Feel free to NPC play a bronze-, brown-, or copperrider for the sake of this thread only. You are also free to make up a temporary NPC Craftsmaster, if you are so inclined. Unless, of course, you find an open ranking slot you fancy. Then feel free to make a character to fill it and use them here!

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Must you have a council meeting right now? I wanted you to wash me, Lerouth whined good-naturedly as Al'dai climbed the last bit of stairs that led to the chamber.

Of course I have a meeting right now. It has been planned for weeks now. We have some important business. Go splash around in the water cavern if you're so dry. Al'dai had been left without another option when Rhyssone had had to leave to Igen for a little bit and asked him to take over for her for this general meeting.

And hopefully everybody will come, he thought grimly. Rhyssone had had a problem in meetings past with poor attendance; he thought it was ignorant to blatantly disrespect the woman just because she was inexperienced, especially at personal cost. It wasn't as if nothing important happened during the meetings, after all.

And we're supposed to have a few matters of importance, he mused as he arranged some hides on the table and took a seat. He did not know what the new wherhandler had to talk about that was so important she could not have simply told Rhyssone-- except that Rhyssone was currently out-weyr-- but he supposed it was best to let her speak, at any rate.

A quick glance at the wall-candle told him that the others would be arriving very soon. Soft footsteps announced the first arrival, and he turned to see Chrys entering slowly, looking both intimidated and frightened at the presence of the large room.

"Welcome, Chrys. Glad to see you made it here on time." He gave her a nod and turned back to the hides on his desk.

Chrys returned his nod and began gnawing on her lip in worry, before moving over to an empty seat and sitting down without ceremony.

They sat in silence for only a few more moments until the rest of the Council began to arrive.

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Council meetings. Where all the ranking members of the Weyr, Hold and crafts gathered together and squabbled. Back and forth, issue after issue. O'zen was always reluctant to attend any of them. This particular meeting included. He was not in high spirits as he made his way to the meeting room. However, as much as he didn't want to be there, he would show up regardless. Others might skip, but not him. It was a part of the job; he could get over it.

Contemplating the past lapses in attendance, O'zen shifted his thoughts to the new Weyrwoman. She was likely the reason. It was not that she was incompetent - although she had not proved herself worthy of respect in his opinion - but more likely because of her experience. Or rather, lack of. He gave a slight smirk. Rhyssone was pretty; that should have provided at least some incentive to attend the meetings.

Upon entering the room, he glanced around, surveying those who had already arrived. There was a young woman seated at the table, attractive but looking quite uncomfortable to be there. Then there was Al'dai, also seated. Just as he regarded his fellow bronzerider and noticed the absence of Rhyssone, he remembered suddenly that the Weyrwoman was away on business and had recruited Al'dai to lead the meeting. So much for incentive to attend.

Suppressing a frown, he nodded to the others in recognition and moved to take a seat. For a brief moment, he considered pulling up a chair next to the unknown woman, but her apparent nervousness persuaded him otherwise. He moved a short distance away and sat.

"What's this about, Al'dai?" he asked, turning his gaze back onto the bronzerider. Lenth had asked him about it earlier and O'zen had confessed that he had no idea. Lucky dragon. He was sound asleep back at their weyr. O'zen drummed his fingers impatiently.

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X'hic was never one for meetings. Even if he was Master Dragonhealer, it didn't mean he had to enjoy the pesky redundancies of people mocking each other back and forth. This was why he tells Tonouth he'd much rather stay at the Infirmary and work all day. Meetings mostly cause nothing but trouble. Especially with the heated whispers going about on Rhyssone. The bluerider wasn't one to judge others, and it was quite clear she was still young and needed time to learn. He just hoped it wouldn't take much time, as time was of the essence. He sighed sadly. When did young people become so quick to judge?

He could only hope that people would actually show up today and not make fools of themselves. X'hic could tell that Al'dai was becoming irritated with each passing meeting when some refused to show up. It not only showed what people thought of Rhyssone, but of the weyr itself. It was an insult. And no one would dare mock Vaioa so long as he was around.

Finally arriving at the large archway of the meeting room, the dragonhealer took a deep breath and stepped into the familiarity of the spacious cavern and large table he learned to accept. He noticed a few people that had already arrived, Al'dai included, and to him that was a good sign. Maybe things were starting to look up for his fellow riders. The only curious part of it was what this meeting would entail.

He nodded to the bronzeriders. "Good day to you, Al'dai. And O'zen, I hope Lenth is in good health." X'hic could tell O'zen was not happy to be here by the scowl on his face, but a job was a job. That was what they were here to do.

It wasn't until he took a seat farthest from his fellow riders that he noticed the young woman that was seated amongst them. X'hic remembered faintly that Rhyssone was away on an errand somewhere in Ista, but now his interest was peaked at what could possibly be the subject of Al'dai's counsel. The poor girl look absolutely petrified to be here.

Smiling gently, the bluerider said to the young women, "Don't worry. It might seem scary at first, but these things aren't so bad once you get used to them."
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Why do you have to go to the council meeting? We have never had to attend them before. Endyrth's confusion was obvious, as was her irritation.

Because, I'm Candidatemaster now, remember? That means I have to go to these meetings. Merilla answered as she walked, the entrance to the council room in her sights. Truthfully, Merilla was have some difficulty coming to terms with that fact. She had only recently been promoted and it hadn't quite sank in yet.

Yes, I do remember. Now that you mention it. Endyrth voice rumbled unhappily in the back of Merilla's mind. But no matter. You have more important things to attend.

Like what?

Me.

Merilla laughed heartily, unable to contain her amusement, just as she entered the meeting room. In the relative silence of the room the sound seemed out of place, harsh, a disturbance to the serious air. Her laugh cut off abruptly and she glanced around, smiling apologetically as she reached for the nearest chair and seated herself.

I don't know most of these people. Wonderful first impression I must have made. She scanned the room. Some faces were familiar, but names escaped her entirely. There was that bronzerider who always smirked - who was he again? He'd drunkenly flirted with her once and that was all she'd seen of him. The dark-haired woman she knew she had never met. She vaguely remembered seeing the man seated furthest away in the infirmary.

At least she knew Al'dai. The familiar presence of her wingleader was comforting. She sent him a warm grin and waited in silence for some indication that the meeting was beginning.

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Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
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Taiori didn't look around very much as she came into the Council room, Pertor leaning on her arm. The Masterminer and his gimp leg weren't used to climbing stairs, even these. He needed the sturdy copperrider's support from about halfway up, and his sharding gold fire lizard didn't really care to see Taiori hauling her precious owner around. The chubby creature had a thick lock of Taiori's hair in her tiny jaws. Nugget hung from it limply with all her weight, only twitching like a hooked fish every few moments. It took everything in the copperrider not to grab Nugget and stomp her into the floorstones once Pertor broke away to show himself to his seat.

The Masterminer sat with all the dignity he had left, giving a little cluck to his gold fire lizard that drew her back to his shoulder. While Nugget preened herself, his eyes rolled around the table. Al'dai the Wingleader, O'zen the Wingleader, X'hic the Dragonhealer, Endyrth the Candidatemaster, Taiori the Wingsecond... He was around the Weyr often enough to recognize these faces, and they were around his Mine enough as well.

Pertor could distinctly remember the drunken parties they often threw on the ledge over the mine entrance. Mine Guarding they called it. Pah. He often got sick of the younger riders making dares and having all-night guarding slumber parties as well. The last thing he needed when he was doing late-night accounting, rider chatter right outside his window. Guarding was what this whole thing was about, too, wasn't it? And the strange bluehandler seemed the one to tell the tale. Well, the riders would hear how he felt about their paranoia.

When Taiori sat across from Al'dai, finally relieved of her two burdens, she sat her fits on the table and hunched her shoulders. Although the girl was hardly every expressive, to someone who knows her well, her face was practically screaming in frustration. Taiori's mouth was a tight line, and her eyes were beginning to roll inward towards her nose. The copperrider always hated these things enough as it was, but Pertor's imposing seemed nearly enough to push her over the edge. Any more hassles and it was possible she would simple get up and leave.
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A council meeting summons, A'yar thought to himself. It had been a good while since the last one, and the Copperrider racked his brain for a reason for one to be going on now, when Rhyssone wasn't even present. What would be so important that a council meeting had been arranged without its Weyrwoman? His feet took him safely around corners, as his mind was otherwise occupied, one hand absently trailing along the stone wall. When he came to the stairs he had to corral his wondering thoughts back in to place, and doubled his steps, not wanting to be the last one to arrive. A'yar could hear voices floating down the stairwell, and upped his pace to a light jog.

Maybe if you had left right when you were informed, you would not have to rush and still be last, Sith chided from the comfort of his ledge, coppery hide gleaming in the hot sun. A'yar just smiled good naturedly in response, by now immune to the Copper's rebukes. He entered just in time to hear O'zen's query, and he cast his eyes to Al'dai after taking a seat beside O'zen, shooting him a jaunty salute. His Wingleader was probably the only Rider here that he knew personally and well, but they were all familiar, and all of them were on the receiving end of his grin. It seemed like he was the only one that didn't mind being present, and it seemed appropriate to maybe tone down his level of chipperness.

Smart of you, my own. Sith's approval washed over A'yar. Afterall, something bad may have happened. A'yar's smile slowly slipped from his face as the thought occurred to him, and he looked even more eagerly toward Al'dai. What was going on?
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R'gar strode into the council chambers. In his younger turns this entrance would have been noticed. If his tall, imposing figure wasn't enough, knowledge of his dragon was. Tinolith was a force to be reckoned with when he was younger. The large bronze was always a contender whenever a queen or garnet rose. The dragon won some and lost most, but R'gar always found himself in a position of leadership in the Weyr. Today he retained leadership within the wings, even though his dragon was no longer a match for younger, more agile bronzes.

Just as Tinolith was no longer a match for those younger than himself, R'gar wasn't either. His once flaming red hair was now as grey as a dragon. Wrinkles lined his eyes and forehead. Although he was still tall, his figure was now lanky rather than heavily muscled. Even this long walk to get here ate away at his aging joints.

The bronzerider sighed as he took a seat at the table next to Pertor. He noticed the rest of the Weyr leadership, even the candidate masters and crafting masters. Whatever that young Wingleader, Al'dai, wanted to say had better be important if he'd called them all here.
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Al'dai nodded a greeting to O'zen as he entered. He was not close to the other bronzerider, but they were on good terms. "Weyr information," Al'dai explained. "Couldn't wait until Rhys gets back." He paused, and then amended, "Well she had her usual stuff to pass out too, but that's not the interesting part." He knew he shouldn't belittle Rhyssone's periodic charts and updates, and he didn't, but what Chrys had to say demanded more immediate attention. Then X'hic entered and he exchanged a pleasant greeting with the dragonhealer before lapsing into silence again.


Chrys took a petrified look at X'hic when addressed, eyes flickering to his shoulderknots before looking back at his face. She couldn't tell exactly what the knots meant-- she'd never learned the knots for dragonhealer-- but she could see the braid that meant dragonrider. She sent him a last fearful look before settling into her chair, breathing shallowly. She'd known coming to the Weyr that she'd have to face dragonriders, but she'd thought since she'd be in the mines that she'd only see them from a distance at most. Then again, she hadn't thought that she'd had to speak to the Weyr Council. As it was, she was only eager to get this over with and escape back into the comforting wherhandler quarters. She just breathed a silent sigh of relief that, dragonriders or not, none of them had brought their dragons into this room.

She knew Pertor by reputation but hadn't checked in with him yet, since she'd been shunted to this meeting very first thing after dropping Chrsk off. She'd meet him after the meeting, then; for now she glanced at him and then away again quickly.

Al'dai grinned at Merilla and might have offered a verbal greeting, but the commotion Pertor was causing drew his attention and his line of sight. Though he had respect for the old craftmaster, the corners of his lips twitched as Taiori threw him an aggravated glance. He stifled a chuckle and passed out the rest of the charts to the arriving wingleaders. Taiori's silence reminded him of her somewhat cold shoulder, which was presumably because of their awkward morning-after encounter. He supposed he aught not to assume that she was avoiding him, actually. She was hardly social in the first place and he hadn't made an effort to talk to her, either. Still, he wondered how long it would take until she said anything out of business to him. Well, he could pretend like he didn't know anything was wrong. If she wanted to talk about it, Al'dai had the feeling she'd bring it up when they were alone; she was not the type of girl to sit there wishing someone else would act, but rather, she would act herself. For now he'd follow her lead, and act like nothing was wrong. Polite.

Al'dai glanced around. Most of the chairs were occupied, to his surprise. During his internal thinking, the rest of the riders and craftsmen had arrived. He nodded once and stood. "Very well, let's get started. The charts are the new formations Rhyssone wants us to practice, business as usual. Now, Chrys, if you would...?" He sat back down again, looking at the bluehandler with interest.


Chrys was after all still rather young, although not unreasonably so, and while she wasn't exactly timid she was certainly not prepared to face a room full of dragonriders, especially without Chrsk by her side. Of course bringing the blue wher would have been out of the question, as he would have been more than overly-aggressive to protect his handler from the feelings of anxiety. So she blinked and swallowed and stood from her chair, although with her petite stature there was hardly much difference. Some in the room would have to crane their necks to see the girl, although she took a few paces to the front of the room before speaking.

"Right, what I have to say is important for the Weyr and the Mine, and possibly the Hold too..." She paused before taking a deep breath and continuing. "I've been traveling with the Virtan Train my whole life and recently we've been attacked by bandits. So there's these Holdless people preying on whoever they perceive as weak, and... They had tattoos so we know they're holdless, and they attacked us but we were able to survive because we had some whers on the train, and I think that they might come for the Hold because of the herbs and the copper." She trailed off and it was silent, so she began rocking back and forth on her feet nervously, feeling dumb for insisting that she deliver this information. They probably wouldn't take her seriously, or the bandits would stop attacking people and she'd be a fool for bringing it up...


A copperrider at the far end of the table scoffed loudly. "They wouldn't attack the Hold. That's stupid. There's dragons all over, guarding this entire area."

Although Chrys blanched at the mention of dragons, Al'dai held up a hand. "Dragons don't attack people," he reminded them. "What do you think?" He added to Taiori in an undertone as murmurs began to break out over the room.

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Taiori folded her hands on the table, thoughtfully listening to Chrys as the bluehandler spoke. She eyed the girl up and down as she went on, hoping to spy the tiniest bit of untruth or doubt in Chrys while she explained. Well... The girl was nervous enough, at least. That could come from the mere fact she was standing before the most powerful people Vaioa held, though. Meetings were something Taiori herself never really had gotten used to, either.

What Chrys was saying was interesting enough on its own, whether or not she was lying. Taiori and her father had dealt with bandits, among other things. Usually the holdless just seemed hungry to her. The copperrider knew that feeling, but surely there were better ways to resolve one's hunger than ganging up on honest people and stealing from them. It was hard for Taiori to wrap her mind around the idea of organized crime, particularly when the target was the mine. Sure, they'd had the Mine Guard for a century, but it seemed like those were wilder times when it was really needed. No one could remember an attack on the mine, at least not from a gang of bandits. Sure the occasional crafter got a little greedy, but she had heard of Pertor turning the other cheek pretty frequently.

The bluehandler was done talking before Taiori had quite gathered her thoughts, and already there were voices of protest. Al'dai looked to her for advice, and despite her dislike of speaking at these things, Taiori felt she had to say her piece since her Wingleader asked.

"Caution is wise. Use wingriders with firestone in the Guard for a few sevenweeks. No weyrlings, no retirees. A flaming dragon will deter the bravest of men, and no blood needs shed."

Pertor's face tightened as Chrys explained why she was attending the meeting, and even further when Taiori spoke her mind. It was probably a rare sight for the dragonriders and craftmasters to see the Masterminer's milk curdle. He was usually rather cheery, especially in the Weyr, but this whole subject was clearly a sore spot for Pertor. When he spoke, his tone was poisonous. Although Pertor was looking around as he yelled, it was clear much of his speech was directed at Al'dai, Chrys, and Taiori.

"I will not sit here and entertain these crackdust rumors. No one is stupid enough to attack a Weyr full of dragons and a Mine full of whers, end of story. The storerooms are locked. Men work night and day. How dare you drag me here to tell me of rumored danger, and you look for truth and advice from these two women, who clearly have as much brains between them as a headless wherry. Can we please remove them and get to real business, or should I just excuse myself and go do something worth my time?"

Taiori glared at Pertor from across the table. He was lucky he was out of her reach, or he might have found out the hard way what kind of woman she was. It wasn't uncommon for men like him to have a disdain for women with men's power. Mining was hardly women's work, but perhaps Pertor was upset and just looking for a target. Regardless, he didn't need to make personal attacks over Weyr business.
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O'zen carefully held back a snort at Al'dai's response. Weyr information. How very unspecific. It was not a sufficient answer to his question, but he did not press the matter further; others of rank were steadily arriving, and he would find out the subject of the meeting soon enough. So he leaned back in his chair, nodding at those who greeted him, returning A'yar's salute with a lazy one of his own.

Finally, at Al'dai's word, the young woman he had seen upon entering rose and related the recent events of her wagon train. O'zen's interest in the meeting rose acutely as he listened - bandits were a subject new to meetings. Certainly not a subject new to the weyr - O'zen remembered fondly the times he had been on "patrol" as a mine guard - if one could call it guarding, with all the alcohol. No, bandits were nothing unheard of. However, this was the first time they had been taken seriously.

Or perhaps not. A copperrider in the back of the room laughed and all around him others nodded or quietly vocalized their agreements. Of course the copperrider was skeptical - dragons may not attack humans, but much of Pern was ignorant of that fact. Regardless, even if the bandits were aware of it, an angry, flaming dragon would be sure to scare them off. O'zen peered at Taiori as she nearly echoed his thoughts.

No, dragons were an effective deterrent. And yet... it would not be unwise to err on the side of caution. O'zen found himself nodding in agreement with Taiori. Just then, Pertor's voice rang out, his opinion on the matter clear. A quick glance around the room confirmed that some were in agreement, while others, shocked or angered by Pertor's outburst, appeared to side with the two women. A divided room. Perfect. But O'zen knew where he stood.

"Pertor," he began, eyes locked on the Masterminer. "I find it a little surprising that you would so flippantly dismiss a possible threat to your mine. Also, I believe you put too much faith in the intelligence of humanity. I assure you, there are people stupid enough." At this, he smiled knowingly, but his expression hardened as he continued. "There are also people greedy enough, and desperate enough, and clever enough. And I bet, if there are indeed bandits, they are aware that there are going to be skeptics like you, strongly advocating for Vaioa to be careless."

Perhaps your tone should not be so mocking, Lenth, now awake, advised warily. O'zen sent his dragon a warm mental greeting, grateful for his soothing presence, but continued nonetheless.

"Taiori is right. Caution is wise. It won't take much effort for the extra defense. If nothing happens, great. No harm done. But if bandits do attack, we'll be prepared."
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