Sheat 21, 229: Carpeting the Court

Carpeting the Court
Summary: Tyrel and Eoin casually discuss the current state of the court and the navy.
OOC Date: June 8th 2014
Related: None
Tyrel Eoin 
Throne Room
The feature of the Throne Room of Darfield Castle that draws most eyes immediately is the magnificent throne, raised on a dais at the far end of the room. The Kilgour Family coat of arms, passed down from father to son through the centuries, occupies a place of honor above the royal throne.
A carpet of red softens the path down the center of the white marble floor. To each side of the carpet, stand tall silver vases of Stargazer Lilies and Irises, their heady scent drifting through the air. The cool marble walls have been draped with mingling swathes of purple and silver silk, with touches of white for smooth contrast. Set about the room, tall silver candelabras hold long purple tapers, their soft glow gleaming on the rug and silks. On the balcony above, more swathes of purple and silver silk have been draped.
To the side, there is an almost hidden stairway to the Hall of Chambers. Rioga guards stand on either side of this door, at all hours.
It is day 21 of the month of Sheat, 229 2E

The throne room has undergone some changes since the crown changed heads. Shortly after the period of mourning the last few sparkles of glitter were swept free of the hall and the heraldry was changes slightly. Today more changes are being made as work is being done to the carpeting. A small crew of servants are moving roping about sectioning off the floor. Tyrel is seated on the throne, his attention being asked for by the designer every so often for an opinion. Reports are being brought to the King on a regular basis by yet more servants weaving their way through the workmen.

It's been a good long while since Eoin was in the throne room. Quite possibly the coronation itself in fact, but then he's spent most of the time since then at sea. Noting the increase in activity on his way to the council chambers he sticks his head in to see what's going on. He stops just inside the door,wanting more to take a look than get in the way of designer or serveants, the presense of the King is noted tough and he places his hand across his chest and bows deeply.

Tyrel looks up as one of the servants gives indication Tyrel is being greeted, "Ah, a blessing from the gods…someone who is at least unlikely to mention the word fabric. Eoin, come forward, pay no mind to the ruckous, we are preparing the court room to host a new sort of event, or at least one that has not been held regularly in some time.'

Eoin straightens once he's addressed and takes the invitation to cross closer to the throne. "Your Majesty," he greets when he stops once more, having successfully managed to avoid the roped off areas. "A new osrt of event?" he echos in question, glancing over the hive of activity. It would seem that nothing is imediately springing to mind and so he asks, "what sort of event would that be?"

Tyrel says, "An open court, an opportunity for any to come and give voice what they wish before me." He gestures, "Though with the recent troubles we must see that all who seek to approach the throne are guided so that they may not bring themselves to harm by stepping out of turn. I do not wish anything so jarring as ropes, posts or fences, but Master Chaucy of the textile guild assures me such can be accomplished through subtle hint in the redesign of the carpeting."

Eoin looks briefly like he might have been more convinced if it'd been the head of another guild which had come up with the idea, but hrugs it off with a quick glance over towards the designer once more. Then, focusing back on Tyrel he nods his understanding. "Can't say I've ever seen one," he states after a moment's thought, "my uncle held similiar such audiences, but then he was only a Count. When is the first to be held?"

Tyrel says, "Some three weeks from now, then, if all goes well, once each week whenever I am at Darfield to hold court. If it turns out that people are unable to put aside petty squables to bring before me things of true import then I will cease the efforts. Come the next council meeting he attends I will inquire with those who might remember whether your uncle had any tacts he commented on being particularly useful in the effort. With my father's health and the war such events fell out of use and the protocols for them, if there were any, have similarly faded from memory.'

"If he is not at the council on Thursday then I will write to Aldren and see if he recalls much of what was done back in Greenshire," Eoin offers, keeping half an eye on the comings and goings. Then, changing the topic slightly he adds, "I'm hoping to be able to attend that, but if anything crops up off the coast then I'll need to put out. Either Lord Kieryn or Lord Arlen can take my place if required though."

Tyrel nods, "I do not believe much of this council meeting will be of interest to you. I have the majority of the figures in from the recent months. The crops are doign well, and the mines are productive, and we've done well selling to our allies. We've lost more men and more shipments than I should have liked, but this war was not one we sought to wage, so I understand that I should expect our losses early on to reflect that we were not as prepared as our attackers. With your successes in acquiring additional resources, and the efforts of our shipbuilders I expect that will not be the case next season."

Eoin listens, mulls, then nods back in return. "Understood. The three of us," meaning the aforementioned naval nobles, "are hoping to get our heads together after lunch. Once we've compared what ships we sighted where over the last month and a half we should have a better picture of the enemies' movements. With that we will then hopefully be able to come up with a planof attack for summer and early autumn." A paue to consider and he then adds, "although we might not have more than a very basic idea by Thursday. One of us will keep you updated with progress though."

Tyrel nods, "Good, we will be having a more formal military gathering for status a week and a half from now, I will expect all commanders to have their appropriate reports ready with as up to date information as possible. I understand there was quite the celebration recently in the area of the docks. In your opinion had the men reason to celebrate or were they simply seeking a moment of respite?"

"I'll see what we can come up with in a week and a half then," Eoin replies, confident that it'll be enough time. Making a mental note to mention this at the gathering later he then smiles faintly at the recallection of their first night back ashore. "I'd say they had their reasons Your Majesty. We were out for many weeks, engaged with the Laniveer on several occasions, took prizes, and, more importantly, lived to return home." Or back to Morbin at least, his crew are mostly Granarians after all. "A celebration of the successes, of life, and also a wake for their crewmates who have been givento the sea."

Tyrel smiles slightly, "I'm pleased to hear they're enjoying the spoils of their victory and recognizing those that fell in the effort. Do be certain to encourage theto spend similar time thanking the gods as they did celebrating their blessings, and that their pockets are not empty when it is time for offerings. Of such spoils as might have been recovered that are suitable see that the men are given some portion to take to the temple, once they are suitably presentable following their celebrations."

Eoin raises an eyebrow faintly at that, as if it's unexpected, but nods without hesitation. "I'll see portion of the various prizes set aside," he states, "or for those that have already been distributed then contingencies will be made." He's put money behind bars and such for his crews, adding a little more for the temple if needs be is hardly something to have a fit about. "It's not his month, but I reckon they'll be plenty willing to give their thanks to Thedor. I reckon Sleat'll forgive them though, in the circumstances."

Tyrel nods, "I would imagine the priests will see that any favoritism is balanced out in their devotions." His attention is called for by one of the Master Chaucy who has arranged the servants to show what the room would look like with a crowd. "You will excuse me, Lord Eoin, I'm going to render my opions for Master Chaucy then retire for a time before I lose my patience with this endeavor. I have no trouble paying attention to my footing in a sword fight but to worry over thickness of cushion and the length of weave of a carpet taxes me."

"Thedor is the nearest we sailor have to a Patron Deity," Eoin explains, that perview being a minor one of said God's and not the best known among none-nautical types. He follows the look over to the guildmaster though and starts to nod and understanding before he turns it into a bow to recognise the King's departure. "I am sure the good master will see you straight," he offers with a nod towards said Master Chaucy, "good day Your Majesty," then heads for the stairs towards the council halls to meet with Kieryn and Arlen.

Tyrel nods, "And to you, Admiral."

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