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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 29, 2007 18:59:25 GMT -5
After a few other holds announced their status, it was Telgar's turn. Standing up, Enald waited for Keroon's Lord to settle himself comfortably before starting to speak.
"The sickness hit Telger very hard." Enald's voice was usually softer, but the Lord was capable of speaking up- he just didn't like too. Keeping with his usual pattern, Enald didn't not babble on, choosing each word carefully, and pronouncing it with care. "We will also accept fosters should any hold have any."
He paused, considering the Smithcraft Hall. "The Hall was less effected." Mostly, though he didn't add it, because a good deal of loss was already expected, though not as much as in the Minercraft. "We were able to keep up to all agreements." That was simply a nice way of saying that they had tithed, and paid back a debt to the Healer hall for shipping out their Journeymen after the sickness struck.
Enald debated informing the Lords of his wife's condition, then decided against it. It was her news, and she could decide to share it. Besides, it wasn't as though he was announcing a new heir- that would be a few turns off anyway.
"That is all." The Holder sat, and waited for everyone else to continue.
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Post by kayla on Nov 1, 2007 9:35:39 GMT -5
(I'm going to go ahead and advance this. If anyone else has reports to make, insert it in by saying you did it before this, but we need to keep this moving.)
Merrek nodded and then stood to speak again, "Now that we are all caught up on how everyone is doing, it is time to begin the serious work of the Conclave. I believe the first issue to address is the perennial issue of the Dragon Riders and support to the weyrs."
He looked around the table, knowing that this debate would be quite a lively debate. "As usual, we need to vote to continue the Tradiition of Tithing and the precentage to tithe." While the Lord of Fort has his own views on the issue, he did not want to begin the debate by presenting his own view. Instead, he sat down to allow the debate to rage on around him, though he would listen carefully and attentively.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 2, 2007 17:36:29 GMT -5
Lady Jazira was glad that the pleasantries were over and they had moved on. She wasn't looking forward to the debate. Already she was growing weary of the position she was in in her chair and moved around in it uncomfortably. She wasn't feeling too well and it was showing on her increasingly pale face.
She reached her hand over to clasp her husband's hand. Jazira was feeling minor contractions but knew it would be a while before anything major happened. Hopefully by then they wouldn't still be in teh Conclave.
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Tressex opted to speak first. Lemos rarely led anything but he wanted to start this debate with his own musings. "Lords and Ladies of Pern, you may well know my personal view on dragonriders. I do not dislike them, after all at one time or another we all wanted to be one of them. Who wouldn't they get free food and a lifelong companion. They sit in luxury while we all must work. What makes them so much better than we? My people, the common folk are disgruntled. When we tithe good food that should go into their stomachs to the dragonriders who do not really work. Normally they would put in a hard day, protecting us from Thread. Where is Thread? Could it be possible that it has been iradicated from Pern already? What purpose does the dragon have if he no longer fights his nemisis? Unless I see Thread and soon, I'm sorry but my people will not watch as their food goes to others. Food that they have worked hard for, food they could be getting paid for."
With that the Lord sat down. He was not angry that others saw differently. He was curious to see where the fence sitters stood on this issue. No doubt Keroon was for the dragonriders since they helped them with the wildfires. Of course, that was the dragons doing their job.
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Post by brimstone81 on Nov 7, 2007 18:30:48 GMT -5
((ooops, er forgot about this thready.  )) Haydrin felt his wife clutch his hand and worry sweapt over his face for a moment as he looked at her. He was a man, but he could tell something wasn't right. Haydrin knew from Jazira that she would be due any day now, he had mixed feelings about bringing her. Selfishly, he wanted to be around when the child was born, and he wanted her with him to talk to the other holders. The healers tried their hardest to make him tell her to stay home for her health. In the end, he gave in to Jazira, and was actually happy she had come. He was relieved when they made it to Fort, though a little nervous now that Jazira had gone lighter skinned than usual. He held her hand and rubbed hers lightly with his thumb. She was a strong woman, she'd make it, right? --- Nidosh sat with his wife, pursed thin lips a mere line, listening to all the bellyaching and the boring reports. Soon the debate would come, and that was the only interesting thing to the lord. He sat rigidly in his chair, listening to one of the fools, it was Merrek, talking about moving on to... 'tithing.' Well now, that was worth listening to. He didn't really care if some one else's hold had a problem worth whining about, Nidosh cared about Nidosh. And in that way, he cared for his Hold. Tiths and dragonriders particularly got him riled up. He hated them, he didn't want to send them a ounce. "I agree with Lemos. The dragonriders aren't pulling their weight! What do they do to contribute to society? Nothing! Nothing I tell you!" And when Nidosh got upset, he usually spit when he talked. "We do not owe the dragonriders anything! I tell you, we are paying for a service we are not getting. As good businessmen, does that make sense to you? I think not." |
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 7, 2007 21:57:53 GMT -5
The Conclave became more heated as two very different sides argued their points.
The Holds who supported the dragonriders were vehement that Thread would in fact return and that they would need them before long. While other Holds said that the dragonriders were the parasites of Pern who took all and gave nothing in return.
Of course, in all fairness the Conclave was cut short, due to the Lady of Bitra going into heavy labor.
It wasn't long till the midwife of Fort was there. The baby girl was born a healthy size, squalling at being thrust into a cold and dry world. Her dark haired head, was pinkish and wrinkly at first. It was clear that the little one took after her mother in coloring.
The Lady, though tired, recovered quickly enough to return to Bitra with her husband not a few days later.
(Here Ends the Conclave. Thank you to those who participated. )
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