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*RoC* The Finale
By: guest2 Date: May 3, 2020, 12:28 am
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[center][quote][font=courier][glow=black,10,600]WoL CHPT 1.10
"The Finale" (Y1058) [/glow][/font][/quote]
Posting Order (Tier A)
unknownmercury: Gabrielle Brighteye, Septimus Vianacelli.
DolittleMax: Malachi Gelathius Hythian.
Kimcora: Asena Valda, Eir'Asa Aluanas.
Pyxie: Melrose Meghan, Konsole Hawe.
JLevitt99: Damien Malneux.
MISSimissyou: Reggie Whetherford, Archibald Whetherford, Aphera
Evermore.
NPC's
Freida Vawne de Whitheres, Hydrus Luka de Whitheres
Timeline
Hibern Season, 11th of Twille, Y1058
Prevern Season, 11th of Bellik, Y1058.[/center]
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: unknownmercury Date: July 13, 2020, 9:46 pm
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Gabrielle Brighteye
Location: Truce Embassy, Alessandria, Marieve
Accompanying Asena Valda ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]) and
Malachi Hythian ([member=1]DolittleMax[/member])
Gabby stood behind her designated podium on the stage that had
been erected in the grand courtyard of the Embassy. She stared
out at the crowd and knew she would win this. Asena did not have
Gabby's way with words. Malachi did not have Gabby's clean
reputation. Neither of them had the backing of a significant
religious faction. There was no way she could lose this debate.
She smiled as the crowd slowly silenced. She had drawn the long
straw, getting to make the first opening statement of the debate
and so decide the tone from the word go. She cleared her throat
and began speaking.
"Thank you, everyone, for being here. I cannot say how honored I
am to have a chance to speak before you tonight. Before I get
into my opening statement, I would first like to pay respects to
my advisor, the late Damon Roux, who sadly fell to an assassin's
blade during an attempt on my life." She paused for a moment,
bowing her head out of a false sense of respect and to allow the
words to sink in with both the crowd and Asena Valda.
After that moment, she raised her head. "I wish to make a world
where such assassination attempts will have no reason to exist,
a world where all of the countries of this great world are
united in strength and petty politics do not divide people. My
opponents will try to play on your fears about my church, say
that we're dangerous, violent zealots, when we have distances
ourselves from the actions of extremists who claim that they
follow Embra's teachings. I implore you, do not allow them to
manipulate you with such slanderous accusations.
"The Truce needs a fresh look on how to fix the myriad problems
of the world. It does not need someone who has been in the
political sphere for ages and is wrapped up in the web of deceit
and corruption that pervades, like my opponent Malachi Hythian.
The Truce needs a peaceful hand to guide it, that the world may
be united, a hand to offer peace, not a sword to offer danger.
Asena Valda is a warrior at heart, as many of us have witnessed
in the past.
[color=orange]"In tonight's debate, I will do my best to prove
to you that I have the fresh perspective and the gentle hand
needed to guide all of this wonderful World of Liphilius into a
new era of peace and prosperity. Thank you!"
As the crowd gave its perfunctory applause, she turned a sly
smirk towards her opponents.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: DolittleMax Date: July 18, 2020, 7:10 pm
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Malachi Galanthius Hythia
Location: Truce Embassy, Alessandria, Marieve
Accompanying Asena Valda ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]) and
Gabrielle Brighteyes ([member=3]unknownmercury[/member])
Malachi sat in his seat, impeccably dressed and groomed so that
once again people were reminded of the pure grace and beauty of
the Evli kind. He wore black, to show his distress over his
missing wife. Of course it had been decided that Gabrielle would
go first and Malachi conceded. It was best to see what this dark
horse had decided to put forward so he knew better how to
attack. She made a snide comment on his character; the obvious
point of attack before laying attack on Asena's Nomadic
background. A slight mention to an assassination attempt on her,
resulting in the loss of her party member. Malachi had a vague
idea that this would impact Asena but knew not how deeply. Gabby
finished with flair, well spoken and attractive- but she wasn't
the only one who could be charismatic.
Malachi stood, remaining silent as he moved to the podium. He
stood and looked out to the crowd of people before putting his
palm cards away. He wouldn't need those...
"Firstly, to those of you who have heard the rumours and are
concerned; My wife Luna Hythian has been kidnapped and indeed we
are putting out our best people to find her. I thank you all for
your kind sentiments and wish you to know we search tirelessly-
yet I must attend to this gathering today as part of my duty to
you, the people"
He now moved to stand aside from the podium, "What our previous
candidate has pointed out is my supposed 'corruption.' Indeed,I
have had my fair share of drinking, betting and mistakes but
what does that make me? A mere mortal and normal being. We are
all fallible and for Miss Brighteye to suppose she is anything
but is to say she thinks higher of herself than you; the people
she serves"
Malachi gave a gesture toward Asena, "I would disagree that
Asena Valda would not make a good member of the Truce because of
her Nomadic background; a strategic and military informed
perspective can serve well" the compliment would be short lived
"However, where Miss Valda does fall short is her ability to
govern her emotions and her ability to separate personal matters
from political ones, as we saw most recently. The Truce does not
need someone who wishes to outwork their personal grievances
with your resources"
"Tonight I stand before you, just a man, with the knowledge and
experience on what it requires to be good leader. I have held
the weight of the leading Phonax since I was a young man. I have
brought it to prosper further and become the land you know it to
be today. What experience does Gabrielle Brighteyes have in
this? Or Asena Valda. Miss Brighteyes may argue that leading a
religious sect that relies on donations and good will is
experience. But how do they deal with differing opinions? I dare
say Miss Brighteyes' right hand lackey could describe in detail
how they deal with 'assassins.'"
He finally moved to stand behind the podium, "I am here tonight
to ensure that you get what you want as a people. I have fame,
power and wealth so why would I need to exploit and system such
as the Truce? No, I come before you to offer my service and
experience to you all"
With that he took his seat again.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: Kimcora Date: July 18, 2020, 10:13 pm
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Asena Valda
Location: Truce Embassy, Alessandria, Marieve
Accompanying Gabrielle Brighteye
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]) and Malachi Hythian
([member=1]DolittleMax[/member])
Asena stood behind her podium, trying her best not to look like
a deer in headlights in front of all of these people. Although
she was hardly a wilting flower with eyes on her, she knew this
sort of thing was completely out of her element. She was under
no illusion that this would be easy for her or go off without a
few bumps. But, she was confident she knew what she had to say
and had the power to say it. This was the moment she got to
speak directly to the people, the ones who she wanted to help
all along. The debate meant something and was the ground by
which her campaign would be launched. She had already been over
her talking points laid out and her own ability to defend
herself. Septimus and her spent the whole week working on this
and Melrose already had coached her on how to behave
nonverbally. Farren even gave her a few pointers on her wording.
For all the help, Asena was eternally grateful to her team.
Especially the beautiful blue dress that Aidene helped her pick.
It was more conservative than before to not distract from her
words, but Asena still felt beautiful in it. The night she tried
it on she sent word to Damon to have him be the first to see it
on her, but she never got a response. She assumed he was
busy...Perhaps a matter with the campaign or with his shop?
Either way, once this mess with the election was over, finally
they could be together. He could quit Gabrielle’s campaign and
they could get on with their future together.
It had been nearly a week since they spoke last and she was
beginning to become anxious. She knew Damon was probably there
in the crowd now for Gabrielle’s team. She looked to the area
and found Eir’Asa sitting in one of the front rows, a seat empty
beside him. The drake didn’t meet her eyes and she got an odd
feeling about that, but didn’t have time to analyze it. Where
was Damon? Gabby was taking the stage and was about to give her
speech. Surely he would have to be present if he--
‘Before I get into my opening statement, I would first like to
pay respects to my advisor, the late Damon Roux, who sadly fell
to an assassin's blade during an attempt on my life.’ The world
around Asena stopped and for a moment the words didn’t seem to
register. Everything else but Asena and Gabrielle fell away at
that moment... She stood there, pale and wide-eyed, staring at
Gabrielle with the look of someone that was stunned into shocked
silence. As she felt a tightness filling her throat and her
heart stopping in her chest, her hands tightened on the podium
when the words began to make sense.
‘Damon. Paying respects. Fell. Asassination.’ The words hit like
knives sinking into her heart, ripping through the confidence,
the shock, and the pride Asena once held.
For a moment, everyone in the room could see her agony and
sorrow that was palpable by the tears that sprung in her eyes.
She wanted to scream or sob, but it felt like the air was stolen
from her lungs. Surely this was a mistake. It was wrong.
Gabrielle was lying. Damon was alive. He was alive. He
was...Gone--Dead--Assassinated--He was---He was… The image of
her lover there with her flooded her mind with fresh memories of
only seeing him days ago. Now, those images were replaced with
ones she had seen on the battlefield, ones of his face of a
corpse. Asena felt her body beginning to heat up to an
unbearable temperature in all her confusion and pain, her head
dropping to her chest as she struggled to right herself. She
couldn’t lose herself there--She couldn’t think about this here
or she risked destroying everything that she worked for. That
Damon worked for…
Realization hit her and her green eyes flicked to Gabrielle.
White hot rage began to fill her as her eyes narrowed
dangerously at the other candidate. She spoke about peace and no
need for assassinations...She did this...Asena knew she did. Why
else would she wait now to say anything? She was using this to
undermine Asena. She knew about Damon and had him killed... He
would never sacrifice himself for Gabrielle. Not when they were
already planning to be together and he was planning on betraying
Gabrielle. Everything in her wanted to launch herself across
that podium and beat the living hell out of the priestess. She
wanted to burn her alive there, incinerate her until there was
nothing left. Everything in Asena wanted to make Gabrielle
pay...But she couldn’t…To do so was to confirm everything
Gabrielle said about her. She would have to collect herself and
put these feelings aside. Her people and her party needed her to
keep it together. She couldn’t run off to sob and sulk like a
girl. To do so was to show weakness, which she wouldn’t allow
Gabrielle more of that pleasure here.
Asena spent Malachi’s speech taking deep breaths, letting her
heat simmer and her body relax. As she stood in silence, she
compartmentalized herself, placing all thoughts of Damon away in
a corner where they couldn’t touch her. It was a strategy she
learned while fighting, one that kept fear from overwhelming her
in situations where death was closer than she would have liked.
This strategy wouldn’t last long and the melt down would be
swift and terrible. But by the time a silence fell over the
crowd after Malachi was finished speaking, Asena was composed,
but just on the surface. Inside, she was cracked and flawed
despite the strength she projected to the audience.
“Good evening all…” She cleared her throat when her voice shook
and Asena let out a breath. After a momentary pause, she began
to speak again, this time with the same vigor and pride she
usually showed in herself.
“As some of you may know me, I’m Asena Valda, a Nomadic Warrior
that served Liphilius for 7 long years. Some of you may know me
as a nobody from a mining district. And some of you know me as a
Truce candidate that is here today to speak to you all about why
I should be elected.” She had this. She could almost hear
Spetimus’s voice in her mind as she recited the key points she
wished to hit on. If she could get through this opening
statement, she could get through the rest...
“I’ve spent my formative years dedicated to solving the issues
of inequity and inequality in Liphilius. It was why I decided to
become Valda of Nomad and why I answered the call to the Truce
when I heard of the elections taking place. While one of my
fellow candidates mistakenly paints my time with the Warriors as
a determinant to my candidacy, it was instead a chance for me to
see the injustices our world has perpetuated for centuries. I’ve
traveled from the shores of Alessandria to the tundras of
Uleplex and all suffer under the same oppression and
difficulties that should be righted by those we elected...The
Truce was established across Erudi to protect and serve our
people. It was built on the foundational values of
representatives from all the races to ensure they all had a
voice. But they have fallen short and allowed our concerns and
our strife to go unanswered and belittle our dissent...I’m sure
many of you can think to a moment you felt abandoned, forgotten,
or wronged by someone you trusted to do the right thing for you
and your family.
Sadly, I believe my opponents here today represent much of the
same of what is wrong with the politics in Alessandria today.” A
hand gestures to Malachi where he sat with the pride that could
make a lion appear bashful.
“Lord Hythian was born with a title that gave him a privilege
and power most of us can only dream of accessing. His influence
got him here today, before you as a candidate. While I will not
deny he may have faced hardships or given effort to be the man
he is today, I can attest that this status blinds him from the
plight of every man, woman, and child in Liphilius, not just the
ones who’s purses grow full on the backs of the citizens or
those that have never known the pain of an empty belly. Electing
him would be more of the same bureaucracy that has stalemated
true growth and progress in Erudi…” Her hand then gestures to
Gabrielle. Sadly not to hurtle a fireball in her direction.
“As for Lady Brighteye. While a woman of faith and an arbiter of
equality for religious freedoms, she is loyal to the Church and
its faithful first. She is completely partisan to the needs and
desires of Embra, and will do her diligence to see their needs
met above all others. As is expected, we cannot expect her to
put her prejudices and views aside when making decisions that
will affect the entirety of Liphilius. Electing her would be
damning us to more of the division we see between the people of
this city…” She meets the eyes of a few in the audience,
allowing a pause there so that her words can sink in.
“I cannot argue that peace, equality, justice, prosperity, and
unity are dreams that all of the candidates wish for. But to
state them so simply here does not relay to you the magnitude of
effort and progress it will take to achieve them. I am ready and
prepared for such a challenge. Lord Hythian is correct that I am
passionate, but that passion is born from experience and a drive
to do everything in my power to see change succeed. My largest
grievance stands with the absence of action that we have seen
for far too long.
For those dreams to be achieved, your leaders will need strength
to withstand their own prejudices and the doubt of others, your
leaders will need resolve to work tirelessly until all in
Liphilius’s needs are met, and your leaders will need honesty to
answer to the people of Liphilius and deliver on their promises.
All of these values were instilled in me as that daughter of
miners and a traveling protector of Erudi. As a member of the
Truce, my plan is to work alongside my fellow Truce councilmen
and the leaders of the world to drive Liphilius into an era of
growth. So that no voices of change or cries of injustice go
unheard...Thank you for hearing me.” Asena gives a small bow of
her head, before turning her attention to the orator who would
no doubt begin leading the debate. She clasped her hands
together on the podium, to hide the fact that they shook with
effort and anguish.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: Elissac Date: July 19, 2020, 4:39 pm
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Elissac
Location: Truce Embassy, Alessandria, Marieve
Company: Alone
Elissac listened to each candidate speak as he stood close to
the stage, politics wasn't his thing, but he felt obligated to
hear them out just in case Asena lost.
As Gabrielle Brighteye revealed the death of Damon he could
immediately tell that Gabrielle herself wasn't affected by his
death and was using his death for political means, then she
backed it up with shallow words. Elissac attention turned to
Asena, her appearance ate at his very soul, anger filled him and
it became directed Gabrielle. His fists tightened as he
continued to listen to the rest of the speech.
Next Malachi Galanthius Hythia, he began strong but went
straight to the " I am one of you" speech. Though he had to give
it to him for defending Asena.
Finally, It was Lady Asena's turn. Elissac grins a bit as she
called out both candidates. she was able to hold herself
together as she addressed the audience. his attention moving to
the other candidates to see there reactions.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: guest2 Date: July 24, 2020, 5:54 pm
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Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy.
Accompanying Candidate Teams.
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Konsole was standing next to the fellow bodyguard. Elissac, he
believed, was his name. He silently observed him when they first
met one another.. though Elissac seemed to ignore him. Not that
he minded, but he could tell the male was.. the furthest from
mild-tempered. He could also tell he highly respect their shared
employer, Melrose Meghan. He did wonder if he also knew
Genievieve Ulmiz de Zhorogtei, however. That is, after-all, how
Konsole met Melrose.
Once the first candidate spoke, he noticed how Lady Valda seemed
to ignite with emotion. Silently did Melrose observe, yet he
stayed where they were supposed to. Behind their candidate. He
had also noticed the absence of a couple of folk.. Nesyrn Zoya,
in specific. He was told about her, but never got the chance to
meet her. What was she like? He was curious and wanted to
observe her. Such was his fascination with whoever he was to
work with.
He remained stood, however, and continued to calmly observe
whoever was around. Perhaps some might even be intimidated to
see who stood behind Lady Valda. If they knew who Meghan.. no,
Enigma truly was, they might be.. well, a little put off.
Likewise with Konsole, not that he was well-known around these
parts. Yet once Lady Brighteye spoke, he took in consideration
how she shared the same homeland as him. Yes, he was born in
Uleplex.. but moved shortly after to Ilydia Bay where he truly
learned his dark arts; and also where he fashioned his first
claw of which he was talented battling with.
He did lean over and murmur to Elissac, though.. if he were to
work with him; he should try to befriend him, right? Konsole
wasn't that sociopathic.. but he stopped mid-way once Lady Valda
stepped forward for her opening statement. A blush snuck across
his cheeks; fortunately covered by his mask as he feigned
discreetly stretching his sides, and awkwardly so.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: JLevitt99 Date: July 29, 2020, 10:18 pm
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Damien Malneux
Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy.
Accompanying Candidate Teams.
Damien stood at the front of the crowd, watching the 3
candidates stammer and spit out hastily written responses,
obviously not written by them, save for maybe Asena. She was
surprisingly honest, and soft spoken, for someone this fresh
into the political game. He watched her face twitch and
immediately struggle to hide the rush of emotions as Gabrielle
announced Damon, the one he had mentally noted as a glorified
street urchin, at the banquet where she caused her little scene.
Pathetically easy that was, pushing her buttons in just the
right way to make her erupt. His gaze shifts to his own
candidate, Malachi. His speech was well written, Damien would
know, as he had penned it. Gabrielle remained the enigma. Nice
and sweet enough to appear the most normal, but he had seen what
lurked behind those honeysuckle sweet lashes when he had dropped
the little mentions of her idiotic little cult group. For
someone who regularly prescribed to the art of mind washing and
torture, she held nice conversation. All the same, the right
things said, and the rage was almost visible behind the makeup.
Waiting for the speeches to end, he looked around to see if
anyone else could close their mouths and gather themselves long
enough to ask a question of the candidates.
"Excuse me, Candidates? What of the raised taxes on our lower
class? How are they expected to pay when they earn almost
nothing at all?"
He caught Asenas eye, and the tiniest bits of a smile showed
through. As they locked eyes a silent message was given,
"I know about your boytoy"
Without words, he didn't miss a beat with his question, but with
any luck the fiery she-devil got the message
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: MISSimissyou Date: August 2, 2020, 10:55 pm
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Reginald Whetherford
Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy.
Accompanying Candidate Teams.
Reggie sat enthralled as the candidates spoke. He had always
considered himself rather above politics, too enraptured in the
beauty and joy of life to bother with lowering himself to the
petty games and rules of political play. He was finding now,
however, that there was rather more to enjoy than he had
originally anticipated. Truly, the game had only just begun but
there was already blood on the floor, so to speak. Already a
dead man mentioned and opening statements had only just
concluded? Not to mention, Miss Valda seemed to be coming out
full force with her little speech. Whether she meant it or not,
she had laid tragic blows against both of her competitors. He
knew he should be on Malachi's side, his father was, after all,
but he couldn't help but rooting for the warrior woman. She
seemed the most human out of all of them. Hythia was well
spoken, of course, and a sure win when it came to convincing
those with power. Miss Brighteye, on the other hand, would have
no trouble winning over any and all with love for the church.
Ridiculous as he found the whole notion of devotion, it did
wonders when trying to convince those of a common disposition to
do anything. She might also have some support from those with
money, now that he thought about it. He knew many a lord and
lady who absolutely adored the religious side of things. Valda
on the other hand...when it came to the masses she was likely
the most popular out of all of them. He couldn't blame the
people, of course, for their choice in supporting her. She had
come out of nowhere and had the angle of being a commoner like
the folk she would be representing. If Reggie had to pick
someone to support full force, it would be her. He couldn't
disobey his father, however. At least not as long as the old man
lived. How else would he be able to make a living? So, for now,
he stood on Malachi's side for this debate. Hopefully he would
win, his father would be pleased, and Reggie could peruse study
in his newfound love of politics. Perhaps he would be on stage
answering questions of the people one day...
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Archibald Whetherford
Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy.
Accompanying Candidate Teams.
Archie was finding it rather difficult to pay attention to any
of the proceedings. He knew he had questions that must get asked
of the candidates, he had them tucked away on a card in his
pocket for reference, but he couldn't help but remember the
unfortunate event at the manor. Asena Valda, spit fire that she
was, had nearly destroyed the ballroom. It had been rather
costly to clean up, though he hadn't billed the young woman for
the destruction. He wanted to wait until after the election to
discuss the matter civilly with her. She was under massive
stress, after all.
That wasn't what was bothering him, however. No...the true
trouble came from the disappearance of a certain young lady at
this event. He had never spent much time with Luna but he found
himself far too often daydreaming that Freida's little family
might have been his if he had played his cards differently in
the past. He had always had an affection for Luna and had
thought that they would one day grow closer. He had almost
wished he could have been something of a second father to
her...and now he knew nothing. He had sent informants out but
all they had managed to glean was that he disappearance had
something to do with a circus of sorts. His intelligence team
led him further to realize that greater powers may be at play
and he could do nothing at all to help her.
His attention drifted back to the event as a question was asked
of the candidates. He had missed their opening statements
completely in his reverie and he determined to hear out their
answers. His backing rested fully with Malachi, of course, but
he should, at the very least, be informed on the other
candidates views. Trying to clear his mind of the predicament,
he turned his full attention to the responses.
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Aphera Evermore
Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy.
Accompanying Candidate Teams.
Aphera's eyes were fixed on Miss Gabrielle Brighteye as she
spoke. She was a goddess incarnate. Every word that tumbled from
her lips was honey sweet and pure. Every time she heard her
Mistress speak her determination to protect her only grew. She
felt her head tilting slightly as she mentioned the demise of
one of her chosen. A traitor. Her lips parted slightly and a
furrow formed between her brows. She hadn't known the man well.
She hadn't known him at all, in truth. A traitor. She would have
killed him herself if she had been asked. She would have bathed
her blade in his blood to make him pay for his betrayal.
Confusion clouded her mind for a moment at the very thought of
betraying a woman chosen by Gods to lead them. Who could
possibly be so foolish or so vein to assume their selfish acts
would go unpunished. She listened patiently as the others spoke,
her look of confusion shifting into one of anger. How dare this
man assume he could insult her mistress? How dare this woman
assume she was better than her in any way? If her mistress asked
she would gladly kill them too. Anything to protect her and her
honor.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: unknownmercury Date: August 5, 2020, 1:48 pm
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Gabrielle Brighteye
Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy
The priestess could have gladly set Malachi and his lap dog
Damien on fire. The Elvi thought he was so clever, pretending
that the Truce wouldn't give him access to even more political
clout than he already wielded. Nobody in their right minds would
buy the idea that he had their best interests at heart.
As for Damien... Eh, damn. She hadn't heard anything about
raised taxes. Marieve was not her home, and even if it were the
Church was exempt from taxes, as was the funding she received
from said Church. The question froze her for a second before her
brain supplied what seemed a straightforward solution to her.
She composed herself before speaking.
"If I were Asena Valda, my answer would be that I would fight
against any oppression against the people I rose from. I am not
and cannot pretend to understand the plight of the impoverished.
If I were Malachi Hythia, I might propose that raising the taxes
on the poor was a necessary evil for the good of the country. I
am not Malachi, and cannot pretend that this injustice benefits
any but the elites of this land.
"If I make it into the Truce, I promise that I will work to
change the way taxes work. Why should the poor pay more than the
rich, when the rich are better able to afford it? I will put
into motion a plan that will force equality onto everyone. The
same amount will be levied no matter how much money you make in
a year. Everyone pays their fair due to keep this grand society
maintained and operating."
Scattered applause. She'd hoped for more, but it was an
off-the-cuff idea. She would be satisfied with a few people's
approval on this one.
Septimus Vianacelli
Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy
Septimus faked a cough into his handkerchief to cover his
snickering at the priestess. Her idea wasn't awful, but it
clearly came from a position of privilege. Luckily, taxes were
one of the "big issues" that he had made sure to speak with
Asena on so that she wouldn't be caught as off-guard as Gabby
clearly was.
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Re: CHPT 1.8 - The Debate
By: DolittleMax Date: August 6, 2020, 6:41 pm
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Malachi Galanthius Hythia
Location: Truce Embassy, Alessandria, Marieve
Accompanying Asena Valda ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]) and
Gabrielle Brighteyes ([member=3]unknownmercury[/member])
Malachi listened to Asena's speech, not paying much mind. It
went the direction he had supposed it to and was not taken by
surprise by any of her statements. The easy route of attacking
his title- which mind you, was not some privilage 'bestowed upon
him' but rather something he had to live up to after his late
brother died in battle. It was easy for someone who'd never held
responsibility for more than themselves to attack a leader. He
was used to it by this point.
Damien- one of his 'supporters' -posed the question referring to
the issue of taxes. This was a question he could shine in;
afterall, he'd helped form the current Phonaxian system with-
with- Myrrhe... His face fell a moment before he turned his
attention to Gabby's answer. Clearly she was out of her depth
here and hadn't thought of the practicality of leadership.
He stood, beginning to offer up his own answer.
"It would seem Ms Brighteyes is not familiar with any form of
tax system- which is not surprising considering most of her
activities are funded by donations. I agree that the rise in
taxes on the lower class in Alessandria was a poor decision made
by people who have little experience in running an economy. One
might look to a thriving nation to see what they have done
correctly in order to replicate it for themselves. Phonax is
among the most- if not the most -wealthy countries. In my years
as their leader we have fine-tuned the system in order to make
it not only fair, but sustainable. Taxes are no longer decided
on a whim by the leader but based on how much an individual owns
and earns in a cycle. If I were part of the Truce I'd push to
implement a similar notion so that those taxes would be taken
out of surplus and used for the lower classes"
Malachi gave a small head bow to Damien, "I hope that
sufficiently answers your question"
He took his seat again, ready to watch and see how Miss Valda
would handle this query.
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