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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 17, 2013 5:57:56 GMT
Steinholf walks to the altar of Nise and looks around a the cheiftans sitting in their positions and nods to each one in turn showing them the respect they deserve as leads of their tribes. After doing so he welcomes both Garrett as representative of the Order of Odin Magi, and Skoll as a envoy of the Skolldir. He then bows to the altar of Nise.
"Nise, we meet at your altar to hold a Moot in hopes of ending the war of our tribes at your behest. May your strength guide our wisdom in making the proper decision." He then turns to those gathered.
"As the caller of this moot, I hold first rights to speak, however I would like to know if anyone has any business they wish to tend to before we get on to the heart of the reason I have called you all here."
He looks around as gives it a pause to see if anyone will speak up....
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 17, 2013 6:30:54 GMT
Garrett nods his head as he is recognized as the representative from the Order of Odin Magi, his arms crossed against his chest, his staff hugged casually over his shoulder. The bearded man watched Steinhoff silently, not interrupting the cleric, having a strong desire to hear why the Order had been called upon after so many years. His gaze did not waver as he stared at the Cleric of Nise, praying to the goddess that no one spoke up and interrupted.
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johan
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Post by johan on Sept 17, 2013 17:06:30 GMT
Johan sits a little ways off to the side. The area where his tribes Chieftain would have sat stays vacant. Technically being the last of his tribe the title would have moved to him but Johan always seemed hesitant to take the title and consider himself an actual Chieftain and he would no longer have anyone to lead. So instead he leaves the chair empty and sits with the other gathered tribe members in the hall. Today though he is sitting in the general vicinity of Skoll seeing as Skoll is an outsider to the tribes and in some ways Johan might as well be.
He knows at least that he belongs with the tribes and so he stays near the front with the tribes honored guest for the evening and looks around as Steinholf calls the meeting to order seeing if anyone will speak up in the silence Steinholf has allowed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 17:16:25 GMT
Gerath stands tall beside Garrett. Listening to the words spoken by Steinhoff he gets the feeling now is not the time to make a remark and holds his tongue, impatient for this to continue.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 17, 2013 17:36:41 GMT
Skoll on the other hand makes his grand entrance yet again by pushing the double doors wide open to accommodate his towering height. However, remembering well of the rule of thumb for him in particular to wipe his paws outside before entering the moot as a proper guest would. After which the clacking of his canine claws along the cobblestone sound throughout the halls as the winds close the doors behind him shortly after flicking his tail away from them. Looking to all who had entered thus far with his usual scowl but this time giving them an acknowledged grunt and a nod whilst he walks up to the meeting altar with the others. Unfortunately for him there was only a select few seating around that held throne status of the various tribes that inhabited the moot. It was made clear that these areas were where the chieftains would meet to discuss their prolonged agreements and possible alliances. Unlike Johan though, Skoll had no issue assuming the role of head of his entire clan; even his entire race. After approaching them while standing near Johan as their close locations deemed it he stood up strait and bared his neck and chin proudly to present his primitive salute to the others after dipping his head again. Lastly, breathing out softly as he remains at ease.
"...Where's my seat?" The wolf man asked with a perked ear. Not entirely aware his presence was unexpected for an event that was long awaited.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 17, 2013 17:46:50 GMT
Steinholf turned his head at Skoll and almost chuckled. It had been so long since the Moot entertained an outsider. He looks at Skoll and without an air of authority but with the air of a person who would brook no arguments as he was speaking about something sacred and traditional.
"Seats are for tribal Cheiftans only, the Order holds one seat when they sit in on the moot, all envoys and dignitaries stand when they speak to the moot, and are only given a seat if the moot accepts their proposals. No use in letting someone get comfortable if they might be shown the door"
He nods to Skoll showing respect and looks at the other tribal leaders. "Is that the only objection to busy continuing?"
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Post by johan on Sept 17, 2013 20:31:21 GMT
Johan shakes his head a little bit at the wolfman barging in but just reminds himself that he is out of his element and isn't used to the ceremony of these things. He waves his arm towards Skoll in a fashion that is meant to say "Get over here and quickly" as he makes room for the large creature near where he is standing. Johan is standing as close to the Chieftains and the seats as he can without actually being considered part of the group.
He waits for Skoll to come over and says in a hushed voice so as to not interrupt the proceedings anymore than they already have been. "Stick by me until the Chieftains have had a chance to hear your proposal and make a decision. Steinholf was asking for tribal business. Your time to speak will come soon"
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 17, 2013 21:56:35 GMT
The lupine creature huffed out in a small bit of agitation as the customs still were not fully to his liking. Though the food was decent and the drink was warm so he could not complain much. Not to mention angering the council in hopes of receiving their alliance was not the smartest of ideas either. Thus he took his place beside Johan as he stood at attention to the others. Hearing Johan mention the possibility to his opportunity to voice his plea before the Moot put further confidence in the wolf man at his current standing.
"Rrf... Very well, but they better enjoy that Dire Deer we got them for the feast or I'll be pissed. And you've seen me pissed." He whispers back to Johan gruffly, obviously talking about his natural aptitude for being enraged.
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Post by Fleda of the Fang on Sept 17, 2013 22:07:51 GMT
Fleda took her seat nearest to the back wall of the hall, opposite the entrance doors. Beside her the Druid's wolf companion sits quietly, respectfully, as if it knows what this gathering is for. An end to the wars, an end to the bloodshed of practical kin. He occasionally looks to his keeper, piercing amber eyes meeting her icy blue ones for less than a second before resuming its posed position. The woman crossed one leg over the other, folding her arms into her chest like a bird. The animal skins draped over almost her entire body hid what womanly physique there was, but her face and head remained uncovered as she herself watches the expressions of those gathered around. Of course she had nothing to say. What was there to say? When the priest looked at her she shrugged, fidgeting lightly with the length of fur hanging from her shoulder. The wolf wagged his tail once, betraying a tiny bit of impatience that he was imitating from his partner.
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 17, 2013 23:23:04 GMT
Garrett sat in the chair of the Order, holding his staff across the chair's arm rests as he leaned back. He watched Stoll's... outburst for lack of a better term with a sign of slight amusement before he turned his attention back to Steinholf, strongly desiring to hear what the Chieftans and he had to say.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 1:38:49 GMT
Gerath stood there trying not to show his frustration. He knew he had no place to speak here and especially not now. He crosses and uncrosses his arms several times and switched which foot was holding more of his weight as others continue to stroll in. The anticipation was killing him and it was starting to show. Taking a deep breath he can't help but chuckle a little, remembering his blacksmith mentor who told him he didn't have enough discipline and it was showing. Oh god it was showing, but this was the moment that all his hard work has been leading to and he wants to embrace it fully. Taking a few slow deliberate breaths he straightens his back and calms his nerves enough to stand there as he should.
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Post by johan on Sept 18, 2013 3:51:21 GMT
Johan chuckles slightly at the wolfmans words as the hall seems to overcome with an awkward silence. He reaches over and gives Skoll a strong pat on the back. "They would be foolish not to appreciate the kill we brought in for the feast. The tribes will eat well this day and you played a strong part in that. It will surely work in your favor when you are given the floor to speak"
*Johan looked around the room and noticed that no one seemed to be piping up to interject in the long silence the cleric was allowing and he looked back towards the center of the room where Steinholf was standing and he waited for the man to continue the proceedings of the moot and get on to the order of business they were all called there for. Wondering what it was that prompted him to call for everyone, including the Order.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 18, 2013 13:40:40 GMT
Steinholf nods at each cheiftan in order politely letting Johan finish his explaination and placating of Skoll. The cleric realised that he was letting in a bit of the dramatic and mentally scoffed at himself stepping forward to speak.
"Brothers and Sisters of Nisengard, I have called this moot to sue for peace between all tribes by Nise's command." Steinholf puts his hands up to silence any objection and contiues without pause.
"While in prayer before Her altar" Steinholf motions to the war horn crusted in blood "I received a vision of all of us here at the moot, and all at once we drew our weapons. At first I recoiled afraid that my vision showed our want for battle finally led us to violation of neutral ground...yet our Mother held me to the vision and foced me to bear wittness. As one we turned our weapons to the east and the south and struck. The east and the west bled and we thrived carrying war to those who stood before us. With that the vision ended."
Steinholf was obviously caught up and moved with the retelling of his vision. "Do you all see what this means? Peace. Peace between brothers and sisters, and end to the slaughtering of kin" Steinholf voice was starting to go thick with emotion as he spoke about their clans ending their wars. "We have all heard the rumors, the civilized ones forming to the south...someone calling themselves the High Queen of Calidor. Their wanton use and disrepect of the arcane powers. Nise will not stand for it. She calls us to peace only to send us to do what we do best...war. " Steinholf's voice had built slowly ending wi th the last proclamation his words back by religious fervor and a slight glow appearing around him (ooc everyone feels a bless go off). "Cheiftans I Steinholf the blooded call for peace between all tribes...all in favor?"
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 18, 2013 14:51:28 GMT
Garrett spares a moment during the awkward silence to look to Johan and smirk slightly in agreement, having enjoyed himself during the hunt. He nods to Johan before looking back to the proceedings at hand, putting all his focus on that.
He listened and watched Steinhoff unblinking as he spoke, enraptured by his words and his vision. Every detail he unleashed added to his thought processes that were buzzing about in his head. At the proposition of peace between all the tribes, Garrett was among the first who raised his hand.
"The Order stands by this proposition. We give our support." Garrett said, long having craved the ceasing of the endless warring between tribes.
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Post by Fleda of the Fang on Sept 18, 2013 15:20:15 GMT
Long had Fleda and her tribe thought on a truce among all the clans; some hoped that it would come to pass, prayed that it would come to pass, while others reeled against the idea as if it were an abomination to think of life without bloodshed. Die'Verfolgen prided themselves at emanating the true essence of Nise's greatest hunters, but generations of violence bred into the children turned them from thriving survivors into blood-thirsty killers. Fresh to her post, with only a few years as Alpha Mother on her shoulders, Fleda was torn between agreeing with the war-torn path their ancestors set before her tribe and the undeniable desire to return her kin to the conservative life of the Wolf. They were guardians, keepers of the wood and plain. As an Alpha Mother, even more so as a learned Druid, balance in life was a priority.
But so was killing, and her fangs were streaked with blood immeasurable.
Keen eyes search the faces of the other leaders, looking for their ticks, their tells. Each in turn she waited for their responses, keeping her stance neutral, her gaze unwavering.
Would the men be as ready to end their Clan Wars as she was prepared to protect their lands from foreign onslaught? Stubborn fools as they could be, she knew males to be cunning and sly when the time came. If ever there were a time for brain over brawn, it was now, at this table.
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