"The Dreamer"
1st Post
DREAMER_ONE
LORD-COLONEL OF THE FIREDANCE BRIGADES
INDEPENDENT SENATOR OF ARCHAIS
ARR'HUWAL'S DREAMER
Tags (Mediators):
Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
Darth Malum of House Marr
Tags (Delegates):
Bex Tarring
Rulonom Laborr
Ingrid L'lerim
Marcus Bastion
Castor Crane
Velran Kilran
Onrai
NEW DANCES, NEW ERAS II: CONVERGING WORLDS - PART 1
CATO HALL, PARLIAMENT ROW,
HIRKENBURG, ARCHAIS (901 ABY)
I knew I'd miss the rain.... As Preach would, if he wasn't on the run.
The rains on Nirauan just don't feel the same, do they?
I don't want to dance for a downpour, I want my friend to do it.
The word had come through, of all those who had accepted invitations to Archais, and unlikely though this gathering had seemed before - all had arrived to the former capital city of Siyarr's previous overlords.
Hirkenburg, a budding metropolis in it's own right, even by the turn of the next century, long after Galidraan's, and the Empire's influence had vanished. Overlords of whom Arr'Huwal's Dreamer still loved, just as he had come to love the city that once represented all the human colonists who ruled Perlemia before them, as just like the trust built between Arkanian Theocracy and Imperial doctrine, the slow-building appreciation for the planet's capital city would grow, brick by brick.
'Right this way, sir.'
Just a short walk later, the threshold of the Senator's personal entrance was crossed, and without so much as another word shared between Siyarr and his security detail, granting the Dreamer's oratory introduction without interruption to his train of thought. Choosing then to remain upright for the first segment, the Novanian-born Senator quickly convened,'Marking commencement to proceedings at.... Midday exactly - welcome to Parliament Row, ladies and gentlemen. My apologies if I kept you waiting.', pausing in the amble of his opening statement, approaching with lips pursed for effect as he walked his way to the open floor.
'Now let me begin.... For all with doubts or concerns for safety, worry not - as all promises will be honoured. Completion of our tasks would mean the unharmed return of all guests to their homeworlds, right down to the last escort-detail. I would stake my reputation on that, so settle in - we're in for a looooong debate.'
Though none quite so acutely as the Dreamer himself, unenviably gathering the Galaxy's leaders to defend the indefensible on the grandest of his homeworld's speaking stages, and by expected consequence, the longest day of all. The proverbial wind was treacherous enough to take whichever direction nature allowed, but regardless of whether it panned out in favour of his friend's return or not, the fact Siyarr was gambling with the Godseer's freedom would only serve to make the passing seconds feel like hours before the end. Neither wise nor considered, or at least, not at any, reflective extent, but as far as the Senator saw it, this conference was all he had to play a hand that had a chance of winning back his people's rightful ruler.
'Now, from the offset, I believe this gathering of faction leaders should know that Archais has suffered much over the centuries, though mostly in the act of shielding our children from War.... From the death and blood the overlords spilled of our warriors, to the revilement of our people in narratives that painted Novanians as savages, we suffered much in keeping with the laws of our people - for there were none alive in the Galaxy who would dare to dream of restraint at the time.'
Raising his own hands in surrender to guilt, though somewhat sheepishly, it was enough to assure the Senator had fought enough in life to speak from experience, and it was in this moment that certain memories began to flood to the forefront of his mind. Memories of life before the arrival of the Galidraani Imperial State, memories of life in an ill-fated war across the stars, standing proudly among those who brought Novania from the brink of collapse, thoughts of all that IMPAF and the Highland Brotherhood would see before long before the last Great War ended. But the pause was not for effect this time, though Siyarr was quick to straighten his posture once more, wishing to get to the point as quickly as possible, especially for the sake of the delegations that had travelled far and wide for to speak their minds.
'If you must take up arms, I dare not rob your people of that right to battle for survival, knowing I would be robbing my own of that selfsame right, but we have to draw the line somewhere. As only the blight of ferality awaits a Galaxy that rejects common sense, and next time - we all know where that sort of mass-frenzy might lead if left unchecked.'
[OOC NOTE - excuse the lateness, no time-limits requirements tho. reply at your own pace.]
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DREAMER_ONE
LORD-COLONEL OF THE FIREDANCE BRIGADES
INDEPENDENT SENATOR OF ARCHAIS
ARR'HUWAL'S DREAMER
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Tags (Mediators):
![Elise Ahana-Gwyneira](/data/avatars/s/32/32636.jpg?1711758132)
![Darth Malum of House Marr](/data/avatars/s/31/31114.jpg?1713693590)
Tags (Delegates):
![Bex Tarring](/data/avatars/s/26/26566.jpg?1707308250)
![Rulonom Laborr](/data/avatars/s/31/31988.jpg?1708834609)
![Ingrid L'lerim](/data/avatars/s/15/15847.jpg?1672604912)
![Marcus Bastion](/data/avatars/s/19/19745.jpg?1593347102)
![Castor Crane](/data/avatars/s/36/36172.jpg?1698053870)
![Velran Kilran](/data/avatars/s/29/29303.jpg?1692775295)
![Onrai](/data/avatars/s/0/687.jpg?1711968628)
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NEW DANCES, NEW ERAS II: CONVERGING WORLDS - PART 1
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HIRKENBURG, ARCHAIS (901 ABY)
I knew I'd miss the rain.... As Preach would, if he wasn't on the run.
The rains on Nirauan just don't feel the same, do they?
I don't want to dance for a downpour, I want my friend to do it.
The word had come through, of all those who had accepted invitations to Archais, and unlikely though this gathering had seemed before - all had arrived to the former capital city of Siyarr's previous overlords.
Hirkenburg, a budding metropolis in it's own right, even by the turn of the next century, long after Galidraan's, and the Empire's influence had vanished. Overlords of whom Arr'Huwal's Dreamer still loved, just as he had come to love the city that once represented all the human colonists who ruled Perlemia before them, as just like the trust built between Arkanian Theocracy and Imperial doctrine, the slow-building appreciation for the planet's capital city would grow, brick by brick.
'Brother Tuwarran, ready the guards.'
With his own appointed guard-detail of War-Shamans for the occasion, the entrance to the conference hall would be handled with professional, streamlined fluidity, allowing Archais' independent senator to convene the gathering once and for all. All that remained to endeavour by then was the mere act of turning to gesture readiness to the other two mediators of the debate, nodding to Malum and Elise with smiles of sincere gratitude before he finally beckoned,'I think its time.... Let us convene this meeting, shall we?', fixing the positioning of his cuff-links whilst the blaster-toting security detail coordinated movements behind him. Then not a moment after the Senator turned to the door, the way was open and soldiers were already filing out, ready to escort the Mediator-in-chief to the most-important debate of his life.'Right this way, sir.'
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Just a short walk later, the threshold of the Senator's personal entrance was crossed, and without so much as another word shared between Siyarr and his security detail, granting the Dreamer's oratory introduction without interruption to his train of thought. Choosing then to remain upright for the first segment, the Novanian-born Senator quickly convened,'Marking commencement to proceedings at.... Midday exactly - welcome to Parliament Row, ladies and gentlemen. My apologies if I kept you waiting.', pausing in the amble of his opening statement, approaching with lips pursed for effect as he walked his way to the open floor.
'Now let me begin.... For all with doubts or concerns for safety, worry not - as all promises will be honoured. Completion of our tasks would mean the unharmed return of all guests to their homeworlds, right down to the last escort-detail. I would stake my reputation on that, so settle in - we're in for a looooong debate.'
Though none quite so acutely as the Dreamer himself, unenviably gathering the Galaxy's leaders to defend the indefensible on the grandest of his homeworld's speaking stages, and by expected consequence, the longest day of all. The proverbial wind was treacherous enough to take whichever direction nature allowed, but regardless of whether it panned out in favour of his friend's return or not, the fact Siyarr was gambling with the Godseer's freedom would only serve to make the passing seconds feel like hours before the end. Neither wise nor considered, or at least, not at any, reflective extent, but as far as the Senator saw it, this conference was all he had to play a hand that had a chance of winning back his people's rightful ruler.
'Now, from the offset, I believe this gathering of faction leaders should know that Archais has suffered much over the centuries, though mostly in the act of shielding our children from War.... From the death and blood the overlords spilled of our warriors, to the revilement of our people in narratives that painted Novanians as savages, we suffered much in keeping with the laws of our people - for there were none alive in the Galaxy who would dare to dream of restraint at the time.'
Raising his own hands in surrender to guilt, though somewhat sheepishly, it was enough to assure the Senator had fought enough in life to speak from experience, and it was in this moment that certain memories began to flood to the forefront of his mind. Memories of life before the arrival of the Galidraani Imperial State, memories of life in an ill-fated war across the stars, standing proudly among those who brought Novania from the brink of collapse, thoughts of all that IMPAF and the Highland Brotherhood would see before long before the last Great War ended. But the pause was not for effect this time, though Siyarr was quick to straighten his posture once more, wishing to get to the point as quickly as possible, especially for the sake of the delegations that had travelled far and wide for to speak their minds.
'If you must take up arms, I dare not rob your people of that right to battle for survival, knowing I would be robbing my own of that selfsame right, but we have to draw the line somewhere. As only the blight of ferality awaits a Galaxy that rejects common sense, and next time - we all know where that sort of mass-frenzy might lead if left unchecked.'
Siyarr's gaze would then drift left and right momentarily, then bow to the attending delegates, marking the end of the Senator's opening statement as he turned to the Mediators' podium-stand. Not even reaching his seat before snatching up gavel, already slamming it down by the time the other mediators were within reach, and though it cracked the air just once with polite patience, it was obvious that the Dreamer was more eager than ever to begin the conference properly. Commencement was already time-marked, and in seeing more than a few eager faces among the delegation collective, the white-eyed Senator smiled as he inquired,'Who would speak first among you? Those podiums are yours to utilise.', sitting back with curiousity on which voice to expect in response.[OOC NOTE - excuse the lateness, no time-limits requirements tho. reply at your own pace.]
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