Orations of Sol Auk

[Random_White_Guy]

At the Plaza a Scribe is bribed with a healthy supply of water for his family. In return efforts begin to help teach the newly arrived Stonefolk Sol Auk the way of letters and parchment. Until then he records Speeches and more related to the newly arrived Gilded Groknak. The stonefolk who has taken eagerly to the rituals and protocol of the Pilgrim's Plaza debates. Impromptu speeches are held almost daily, not all worth record, but a few begin to stand out denoted by subject and severity...

Preface:

Much can be said of the Stonefolk. Their labors are legend and worth ethic unparalleled. Some of the spectacles of the Walls they've built sound like they are pure mythos. Until you witness them in action working as labor crews that do not tire in the slightest. One has begun to make waves in the Plaza of Epiha's Well not with hammer, but with words. This day alone in the morning did the Voiceless Stonefolk engage in debate with a Purple Voiced to such an extent a nearby mercenary who stopped to listen offered 80 groat towards a Voice for nothing more than making sense and holding its own with the Voiced. So too though after some business in the Souk over Chip did one of the Purple Voiced call him a Con-man and swindler, yet a crowd could well remembering seeing the Legate Azedah Zarat thanking him for the gift of Water. Saying she would remember well his name. And these are three individuals in a Rival League.

This all preamble for his inaugural speech that would lead to what one White Guild voiced would call "Building a strong foundation for the Voiceless".

His Rivals say this.

So yes. I have gladly taken to write this in exchange for his offer of Water from his shop. And most of these words may be simply what he has said to me added with loquacious panache.

The more I hear of them though I too find myself a degree impressed.

On the Future:

• 001:  The Great Stone Road
  
• 002: The Gold League's Luster

On Legislation:

• 001: On Wheel Law

• 002: On Regulation of Licenses
  
• 003: Debate: Refugee Relief Usury Program

On Jurisprudence:

• 001: Judgement of Elidyr Hael, Capital Guilt, Mark of Baharu. Precedent: Stoning for Necromancers.
  
• 002: Judgement of Laja, Capital Guilt, Precedent: Exile for Persistent Criminal Behavior. Desecration speaks of Graves, not Spirits. Janissary prosecuting should have pushed for Brooking.

On Ceremony:

• 001: Hziran 21st, Valensrise Day
  
• 002: Tammuz 1st, Syter's Funeral and Sol Auk Eulogy

[Random_White_Guy]

The Great Stone Road
By Sol Auk

Bid Greet.

The Stonefolk have provisional parable: If seek Build, seek Stonefolk.

The Sultan knew this when Walls need raised of Baz'eel before Geomancers, when Well need raise. Q'tolip know this when Shade need raise. Kulkund, and many other place all know. Janissaries know this when Labor of recruit, of Metal. White Guild know this now of Kor the Voiced. Humanity is good adapting, as are Dwarves, and Elves live near as long as Stonefolk. Now offer lesson further. The time has come for Build.

The Great Stone Road brings with it the Three League's desires.

• Of White, chance for Labor. That sick, elderly, and infirm may rely on the young and strong. Brother, Sister, Father, to work hard and provide.
  
• Of Purple, to spread Sultan's glory and culture. Scholars, Archaeologists, Priest of Wheel and more still. All spreading out once more from the Well as jewel.
  
• Of Gold, Trade and Caravan and Expanding of works outwards to all edges of Ash Desert.
  You ask how?
  
  Stonefolk. Tablets exist in the Mountain of Kulkund, in Baz'eel, in Well, at Waystations and dot desert like stars in sky. The Great Stone Road will be rebuilt. Sol Auk will begin negotiations with Rangers and Scouts in drove to help begin finding new route and road. Sol Auk will reach out to Mercenaries and Companies of Guards for Caravans, Merchants and those with Cargo for transport.
  
  As Stonefolk Parable says: Hands build wall. Words build bridge.[/b][/font]
  
  Both build roads.
  
  These enclaves exist as are already. Everywhere across desert. Built and ready for Shelter, for Warehouse, for storage, for negotiation with local power. These enclaves exist as are already, built ready for shelter, for warehouse, for storage, for negotiation with local power. Unused, unnoticed, forgotten, waiting.
  
  And what has well? Refugee. Laborer. Explorer. Scholar. Merchant. More. Always more. When better to send out?
  
  Learn from Stonefolk. Work with Sol Auk. Learn to spread anew, and the Waters and Labor of the Well may be tool to see Jewel shine like never before.
  
  Not explore just to learn new place. Not sell just to get Voice. Not build just to have.
  
  in desert, these all fade.
  
  But stone? But road? These how new Empire built.

Of those witnessing, the following recorded.

"Before the Pilgrim's aged gaze; Sol Auk did stand to speak; His Word was one of commerce, praised; Great Interest did he pique"

- Caliano Domande

"I know it's not quite the custom of the tablet, but I'm sure they'll write stories of the great works you achieve in your life! Certainly, much can be said of the progress you bring the stonefolk, pioneering this road. You will always have our support."
- Egruit Foz'lan, Voiced of Gold Guild, Radiant Manticore

"Eh, I'll see it with my own eyes first. Too many things can go wrong. Seeds need to be planted in soil not sand."
- Sumatra Ozreain

[Random_White_Guy]

In the wake of the trial of the Brooker Merizad and the Voiced's sunering by Ortenid Lion, A speech is given at the Pilgrim's Plaza. Ritualistically collecting water from the fountain with its bronze mug, the Stonefolk takes to address a small crowd.

Wheel Law
By Sol Auk

Bid Greet.

First Sol Auk say, credit to Benjin. Advocate no easy role in Well. It is easy to say he do poorly but when law so flaunted is no easy task. Better he fail ten, hundred times, if means save one innocent. That said Sol Auk has noticed pleasant trend, a trend to continue, trend to reinforce. Both trials highest stakes. Treason. Brooking. Capital. Both trial? Priest of Wheel prosecution.

Sol Auk believe it merited, not by Stonefolk wishes, not by Sol Auk wishes, but by Well's prosperity. It is time Legate recognize place of Faith in Well, in Wheel, in Process of Law.

Sol Auk shares publicly a plan, which at next assembly goes to Legate:

• The Great Temples of the Wheel each selected by one Prosecutor Candidate
  
• So far we have seen Wroth, we have seen Martyr.
  
• Sol Auk eager to see potential brought by clemency of Mother, deals cut for mercy.
  
• Sol Auk eager to see criminals bested by Galemma, their crimes betrayed.
  
• Sol Auk eager to see  poor preserved by Kula.
  
• Sol Auk eager to see  wisdom of Izdu.
  
• Sol Auk eager to see  fury of Agasians.
  
• Sol Auk eager to see Warad, the Protector, protecting those in the Well as those on the road.
  While Janissary work reports. While Astronomers work odd magic and djinn. While Scribes work bureaucratics. Let Faith do as Faith do. Let Prosecutor become Inquisitor. Each faith of the Wheel, each Temple, given acclaim and status and place by Inquisitor role.
  
  Let those of Wheel, protect Citizens, by being part of structure. All Prosecutor of Faithful Clergy.
  
  Selection of Faith can be done by choosing of Legates in binding of law. By chance, by turn, by order of case. Let the Wheel, Protectors and more of Well, serve. And to those who serve, much acclaim for their temple.
  
  Stonefolk Provisional Parable - Best one, is.
  
  What better Prosecutor, than Faithful Clergy?
  
  What better advocate of State, than priest?
  
  Twice it occur. Twice it prove effective.
  
  Let it set precedent.

[Random_White_Guy]

After call for speech in the wake of the Trial of the Brooking "Gutter Mother", a number who left the trial assemble before the Pilgrim's Plaza. The Stonefolk Voiced gives the following speech, taking questions after.

Gold League's Luster
By Sol Auk

The Refugees have been painted picture of the Gold League. A picture that offers a great deal of chance. Chance to rise, to build, to thrive. And while this is a true picture, Sol Auk believes it is one that loses the spirit of what the Gold League holds. It is not about chance, but surety. The White League bends to the moment, the Purple League to the Sultan, but the Gold League bends to time. Time spent among the people watching, learning, what is needed. One day perhaps more is needed of furniture, so price lessened. One day more is needed of medicine, so Clergy of Warad brought to tend.

Trade. While bountiful, is not so bountiful to us as time. How many of the Voiced have made so by merchant? Only to turn and continue to deal the same merchandise? Sol Auk disagrees with some of his peers in such a choice. What business has a man of wealth, in peddling of Aspect, preventing the newcomer from rising? This is the question he raise. As so many of the Purple and White begin to preach of their candidates for Legate.

What new ideas, bring the White? What hope, bring the Purple? The Refugees need not lower voiced as the White would have it. They need improvement.  They need not Archaeological digs, they need meals. They need opportunity.

And so Sol Auk says that the Gold League must open its purses. Spend, not horde. Traffic not in the same, but in new. New merchandise, new ideas, and with the luxury of Time - The Gold League will do as it ever does. Adapt and thrive.

Just as the Astronomer cannot build its own mercenary force thinking to out-pace the Krak's. The Gold League cannot offer the same as it did yesterday. But we can offer more.

Sol Auk seeks often to do new business, and encourages his fellows the same. This is the luster of Gold.

Thank you.

Of witnessing, the following recorded.

At the start of the speech, a robust relief in tax declared by the Stonefolk Tablet of the Well.

Stonefolk Watcher
We honor the speech of Sol Auk. We lower the price of the fruits of our labor. Many times.

Voiced Ophelia: You were raised by the coin of others to your voice, do you think that is what has allowed your business to flourish since?

Sol Auk: Sol Auk does not. Those others were past customer, past friend, those taken time to build relation ship with. Those allow business to flourish, even without the ask of Diplomatic challenge.

Voiced Ophelia: A fair answer.

Paris Operaius Forros: Do you have any particular concrete plans for the future regarding what you've spoken of?

Sol Auk: It is so. New business Sol Auk engages in daily. For just today during the trial, the Torchbearer's Maji hired on retainer to assist in negotiations to bring in new Arcane wares from Ka'esh. Taking what is there, and molded to more. This brings life to market.

Matelo Okama: Do you think you would be able to convince others of Gold to share a similar view?

Sol Auk: In one hand? Sol Auk hopes he fails. As counter as that sounds - if they do not change, Sol Auk may continue to make so much wealth. However if the Gold League can be swayed to do more? Yes. Then while the White League and others peddle what is found on Caravanserai or Krak jobs? We may bring the best and rarest.

Matelo Okama: Thank you for the answer.

Voiced Argus: You ask for merchants to stop doing what gained them their voice, to find a new market. Should we not instead focus upon the skills and wares we know? Even if it doesn't leave a place for the new comers, should they not find another niche? Should Whitemore brew no more potions, that a voiceless may brew them instead? Are you asking merchants to give their very business as charity to others?

Sol Auk: Sol Auk would say one of Voiced Ophelia's prominence? Sol Auk would say should consider a step. If not back from the market, adjacent. Perhaps to hire a Priest of Warad she could work with to expand to allow divine brews the same? A chance for that newcomer.  Under her name and sign, Mutual growth.

Voiced Ophelia: Hm. Wisdom.

Voiced Isabella: A fine vision, Mr. Sol. I do, in fact, think I will attempt to make the practice myself."

Gianluca: How utterly useless.

Sol Auk:  Some do find such tedius, but politics of the Souk, no different than the Palacial Pyramid, or beyond.

[Random_White_Guy]

Late in the afternoon with a few Nadiri in the crowd, Sol Auk can be seen making to speak in Pilgrim's Plaza

On Regulation
By Sol Auk

To secure a License one need only pay Dinar to a Scribe. A scribe who is specialist not in affairs of magic, nor of danger, but of parchment. How can scribe be expected to evaluate a threat? How can scribe be expected to anticipate danger? The Astronomers of Q'tolip already do much to ward and protect this city from threats in vary form. Sol Auk proposes that the Sublime Garden's burden be eased - as efforts of Divination, Archaeology, Engineering, and Alchemy be directed to their purview.

As they already tend us with the Shade, with the Laboratories, with countless knowledge they are proven to be capable with the Well's interest at heart. How many License was the Merizad issued, before they were brought low to Astronomer works? How many Engineer, defying the Wheel in favor of the nameless machinations of rust, of steam, and sullied iron over true and worthy bronze? How many Archaeologists, amateurish and like baby groknak, stomping over precious treasure of the past?

A hurdle raised to become Voiced. A proving of worth, of merit. Why does the Diviner who can pierce into a man's heart or mind, or spy on a man's wife, need nothing but a bag of dinar? The Nadiri who proctect us, are far more worthy obstacle. Treatise and study they undertake. Why should not those who seek perform these odd, esoteric magics, not the same? Why should Alchemist not need to prove they worthy boon to this well of ours, than simply peddle to Qadiran pirate? Why should Engineer not need prove, in result, than delivering Grenade or more to those who crawl the creep?

To this Sol Auk says - Regulation. The Astronomers of Q'tolip and Tablet have long had fruitful relationship.

Why would not the experts be the best to adjudicate matters of misuse, abuse, and otherwise for the Well?

As quoted from a passer by in rusted armor, wielding a massive flail-

Is it not the same dinar for which you have bought that pretty dress of yours, man of the Tablet?

Sol Auk's Toga was earned in proving.

It would seem my words are filled with ignroance. Forgive me.

[Random_White_Guy]

As the longest tenured and now most judicious Senior Magistrate takes the throne, oration is given of the judgement rendered.

Execution:  Elidyr Hael
By Sol Auk

Speaks Senior Magistrate Sol Auk.
Elidyr Hael. Executed.
Mark of Baharu, Capital Desecration,
Serious Assault.
Judgement: Death by Stone outside Gate of Coin.
Last rites given by Voiced Cyrille of Izdu

Notably:

Nadiri Bestworth irked he was not hired as advocate.

Voiced Cyrille voicing that the White League could have aided in securing his exile or survival./i]

[Random_White_Guy]

Exile: Laja
By Sol Auk

Speaks Sol Auk
Accused Leja.
On charge of Desecration of the Dead, Innocent.
On charge of Theft, Serious, Guilty.
On charge of Assault, Serious, Guilty. Two Count.
On charge of Unlawful Resistance. Fleeing. Serious.
On charge of Persistant Criminal Behavior, Four Count, Capital.

Accused Leja.
Sentenced to Exile.

Notably:

Voiced Isabella flew into a vocal tirade, sweeping threats and more upon the Chip. Senior Magistrate Sol Auk reminded her to use prudence or there would be consequence of privilege.

Transcript of her Tirade shared:

Isabelle Fitzgerald
An unusually bitter tone. Friends, neighbors, even my enemies for a fate I would not wish upon. Be wary travelling the dunes tonight! For Magistrate Sol Auk, in -all- his wisdom has chosen to release a soul-binding necromancer out into the dunes to blight the rest of the world!

Then again, I'm sure she won't come back to haunt us, now that's she learned her lesson. Surely.The sound of sipping. Though I have to ask, do we have any glassmakers who can piece together some spectacles for our dear friend?!

I fear he may have gone BLIND from all the glint of gold, you see, given all the ghosts jaunted into the Hall! Someone, please, help the poor man! The very DEAD can not seem to get his attention!There was an exhale. ... those spirits could've been anyone. Anyone's family... friend... and now...

... they will continue to suffer. Restlessly; so long as she breaths. Along with we, the living, who must continue to endure her malidity.There was a pause as the charges were listed. Sol Auk, what comes next is entirely on you. This was Isabella.

Sol Auk
Voiced Isabella. Continue to falsely disparage Senior and most tenured Magistrate Sol Auk, overseer of numerous Trials, and your privilege to Chirp by Chip will be revoked. Live and Drink.

Some time later

Isabelle Fitzgerald
Sol Auk... dear... I've had a moment to cool down and I must apologize if I offended you. I implied you were blind and that was rude of me.There was the sound of sipping. All the same, I'd encourage you to check yourself. There are no powers vested in magistrates to revoke a person's voice...

... on the heads, or otherwise. I understand you are a... substitute-legate, in matters of trial? Little more; honoured, though that role may be.

[Random_White_Guy]

In the wake of the Refugee Relief Usury Program's announcement, come nightfall a furious White League Voiced Isabella stamps sputtering into the Souk, howling in fury, before stomping off to the Krak to make announcement.

Debate: Refugee Relief Usury Program

The Gamesmaster, Zaniah, on hand to serve as moderator among a slowly growing crowd of Voiced Mari Black, Senior Magistrate Argus, Voiced-Balladeer Velan Volandis, Voiced-Apothar Azimi, and others of merit.

[hide=Isabella Opening]Isabelle Fitzgerald: Usury. A practice in which debt becomes a trade. Predatory... and wholly aberrant to the idea of aiding those in need. I know it, for I've seen it many times before in the Old City. And I've seen what happens to those...
Isabelle Fitzgerald: ... be they of poor fingers when it comes to money-handling, unfortunate, or simply without means to pay back their creditors...
Isabelle Fitzgerald: Indeed, by the very print of this usury program, you have 'offered' in Ophelia's name Sol Auk... one could be theoretically banished or killed if they were, for whatever reason, unable to pay you.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: ... but the legalities are not what I contest tonight. Simply the right and wrong of it.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: And I think it is wrong... disgusting, even, to seize upon the desperation of people unfamiliar with the economical clime. People who are desperate to simply have the right of roof over their heads. Be they awoken, or otherwise.
Zaniah Almirah: Opening argument is made- Rebuttal?
Isabelle Fitzgerald: What you are doing may be legal... but perhaps that right there is the problem. And that, Sol Auk, is why I believe moneyhandling should go to the Coinexchangers...
Isabelle Fitzgerald: ... not you.
[Isabelle Fitzgerald's Persuasive Ability is Heroic.]
Isabelle Fitzgerald: [Isabelle Fitzgerald's Persuasive Ability is Heroic.]
Isabelle Fitzgerald: *A notion with her palm.*
Sol Auk: [It takes a simple sip from its cup]
Isabelle Fitzgerald: *Her look stern, offering the exchange of speaker.*[/hide]

[hide=Sol Auk Opening]
Sol Auk: Thirty days Sol Auk has walked this city, thereabouts. Thirty days the White League howling. Charity for Refugee. Help for Refugee. Improvement for Refugee.
Sol Auk: Diakos calls for reduction in "Cost of Voice, too unfair".
Sol Auk: Aubrey calls for "Reduction in cost of voice, too unfair".
Sol Auk: Words. Words, words. Sol Auk offers reduction in Cost of Voice. Shrieking, howling, clawing at night air.
Sol Auk: You speak of right, of wrong?
Sol Auk: Sol Auk speaks of solution. Of opportunity. Any man, woman, child may raise their voice without woe. Using the power of the Voice to generate weatlh generationally.
Sol Auk: You all shriek this should be given freely, or at reduction, and when such offered you cry of "Once long ago", "Oh the Woe".
Sol Auk: You call it borderline attempted murder, in the Souk.
Sol Auk: Sol Auk sits with a bag of Dinar, freely prepared to give it to any who may need, with easy means to recover likewise as so many Voiced generate wealth in this City.
Sol Auk: And you speak of money handling? What money handling known by the White League but buying their own Voices while men and women starve?
Isabelle Fitzgerald: *A sip at that.*
Sol Auk: This is not matter of morality. This is not-
Munster Trescothick: Ooh...
Sol Auk: [It glances down, letting out not a laugh but a gutteral chirp]
Sol Auk: So swift to break the Sultan's laws because your precious Asterbaladian theories do not hold water?
Sol Auk: No. The White league does as it ever does. As Arterian speaks, as Kyrpos speaks, as so many speaks - Speaks. Talks. Talks. Where is your action? Where is your nerve?
Zaniah Almirah: Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, good Sol. Your opening argument is made. Isabella to rebut. [/hide]

[hide=Isabella Rebut of Opening] Sol Auk: [It simply looks on stoically, the white orbs no different than the plaza surrounding them as it takes a sip from the water]
Isabelle Fitzgerald: *Another sip, before her expression softened.* My actions... my deeds... and my purse... are not a public showcase. I find such displays distasteful. Even vulgar. Deeds will speak for themselves, in time.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: But what you said always goes back to the fine print, Sol Auk.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: You do not offer relief... or a means to generate wealth. You offer a collar.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: Gilded, to be tugged at your leisure.
sabelle Fitzgerald: Anyone with eyes can see what kind of game you're playing...*A look into her cup.*
Isabelle Fitzgerald: You must forgive me if I have little rebuttal. For I see no argument for what is presented. Only more besmirching of my colleagues in the White League... and the insistence that what you do, you do for the Voiceless.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: I could perhaps, be assuaged otherwise...
Isabelle Fitzgerald: ... if you were not offering a capital crime on parchment.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: But you wrote the flyer, Sol Auk. You have only yourself to blame if I see nothing but a vulture preying on people.

Zaniah Almirah: Sol Auk to defend.[/hide]

[hide=Sol Auk defense]
Sol Auk: And therein the dilemma, at its core, no? Who are you to be assuaged?  Where is the sweeping changes the White League would move at assembly, beyond the crooning of Reduced Voice cost?
Sol Auk: You wish to throw attacks of vulture, but better to be a Vulture and feed the nest, than a Sand Skink but scuttering, mewling.
Sol Auk: You say your matters are private? Because they hide the hypocrisy of sitting on cushion and sipping so pleasantly while crying for those who sore, who suffer.
Sol Auk: And yet, the only game Sol Auk offers is what your Entire Guild has been unable to achieve despite so many Voiced all crowing for the same.
Sol Auk: Right now Sol Auk could see Voiced to fair Zaniah, and she would in a matter of days see the sum repayed for she is shrewd and clever and hosts -many- games of fortune and fate. With an Arena to call her own, a property for hosting, and more the wealth endless.
Sol Auk: Merchants saving 2500 dinar to keep their stock flowing instead of buying Toga only to putter about impoverished, unable to continue stock for days.
Sol Auk: You say this is a matter of right, of wrong? No. This is a matter of relevance. For the White League has lost its and in each passing day it grows further. Purple Leiah raises thousands for the Krak's refugee program.
Sol Auk: She does the Sultan and this city Proud even as she now aligns opposed among the Rebel Cinquefoil.
Zaniah Almirah: Mh, twenty-thousand, to be precise.
Sol Auk: Twenty Thousand dinar. Or as Voiced Isabella and Voiced Cyrille and Voiced Aurbey would call it-
Sol Auk: Three more White Voices and a fourth.... such good done for the woeful, the meek, the starving.

Zaniah Almirah: The defense is made. Isabella, a final argument? [/hide]

[hide=Isabella, Closing]Isabelle Fitzgerald: *A small shakeof her head, a bemused look creeping.* I'll say it again, my purse and my business is not a public showcase. I will not indignate myself by crowing about my wealth... or what I do with it. I will ask you this though, Sol Auk... if you are indeed so inclined to... give aid to those without a voice...
Isabelle Fitzgerald: ... why even ask for payback? Why not side with the White League on the topic and simply lower the ceiling? Why put any risk of finances involved to begin with? Why resort to usury? Why not let that 2,500 dinars go to growingt he economy instead of your pockets?
Isabelle Fitzgerald: Why, Sol, oh Mother -why- does the answer have to be... you?

Zaniah Almirah: Isabella has made her final argument. Closing defense for Sol Auk. [/hide]

[hide=Sol Auk, Closing]
Sol Auk: Why?
Sol Auk: Why does the answer have to be Sol Auk?
Sol Auk: Because what alternative is raised of the question? Who holds more Proposals passed at assembly, who has raised more to the Voiced? Who has sat over more trials? Who has raised more funds for the Businesses of others? Who has aided the Janissary more?
Sol Auk: Sol Auk does not traffic in shame. Nor the opposite in ego. These are fact. These are labors.
Sol Auk: The answer appears to be Sol Auk because none other step forward to raise their voice of any substance or merit. And it is by merit this City built. And by Merit one can earn 5,000 Dinar in a week as a Vocied given the proper tools of the Sultan.
Sol Auk: Save for Hero Velan Volandis, few Voiced have labored harder. And now that Sol Auk at last-
Sol Auk: Labors to solve the White League's infinite woe of the same matter raised for thirty days the answer is not a counter, nor new idea.
Sol Auk: Merely "You are wrong" "You are immoral. "Your way may be legal, but-"...
Sol Auk: You wish the White League to be the answer? Do the labor.[/hide]

Conclusion
Zaniah Almirah: Well, my time is up!
Zaniah Almirah: [Brushed herself off as she stood.]  To me, there is a clear victor. Madam Isabella showed to, and I do apologise, madam- But you showed here not to pose arguments, but to level accusations. Sol Auk has defended his position.
Isabelle Fitzgerald: *A sip; her eyes on Sol Auk with a droopy-eyed smile.*
Zaniah Almirah: As an impartial moderator, my point goes to Sol Auk- Regardless of personal opinions and friendships- I hope you understand!
Isabelle Fitzgerald: ... of course dear.
Sol Auk: Gratitude, Zaniah, for your impartiality.
Zaniah Almirah: And so- Sol Auk has defended his position as being more than a single time donation of a drop in a bucket, but a drop that replenishes itself, until the bucket spills over.

Amidst congratulations, there was light sparring and accusation by the White League Voiced of "Magistrates unable to dictate additional charges of law", but the matter mostly overlooked amidst discussion of the victory at hand for the Gold League Senior Magistrate

[Random_White_Guy]

At long last comes the day on the mind of many. The questions of Funerary rites, of mourning, of services. The Funeral of John Syter. After a stirring eulogy by the Reverend of the Twindari, and Sorazin Bey of the Fourth Legion, was Sol Auk beckoned to come forward. Sol Auk approached the slab, lingering for a moment before placing a hand upon it,

Eulogy for John Syter, Legate.

Many.

A great many. They have come in the streets. They ask - SOl Auk. When is the Funeral of John Syter. Why are you not organizing such.

Sol Auk answers - Because it is a State matter.

John Syter arrived here as many. Refugee. Lost. And so much loss.

And yet.

[Its orbs slowly glance across the palette of colors on display, the blues, the greens, the reds, the purples, and the golds] And yet so much gained.

This place. These people. The Accord Signatories. The Leagues.

Many have askede Sol Auk what to write in eulogy. What to say, that all may be moved, stirred.

[it lets the silence hang a very long while]

Remembrance. Like the Erugi carvings through out many towers across the Great Ash Desert.

Like Monuments of Frost Port, like the Great Arena of Ka'esh, like the vast pillars of Banafsi.

There is only one eulogy. Forever carved into the foundation of Ephia's Well.

Forever remembered of John Syter.

You, refugee who lost all.

You, Baz'eelan who seeks new fortune, or second chance.

You, Cinquefoil Knight.

Q'tolip Astrnomer.

Plue, White, Gold

Man. Woman Child.

Illumninated and Glorious Princess.

...Live and Drink.

Notably:

At this point, the crowd began to speak like the cork pulled from bottle. One drop, then the next, before a steady pour.

Princess Shaimela: Live and Drink

Twinned Attendant: Live and Drink

Marcellus Saenus: Live and Drink

Mari Blacke: Kive and Drink

Zuhayr Nazir: Live and Drink

Argus Sesterius: Live and Drink

Lynneth: Live and Drink.

Sana Khealn: Live and Drink

Sherine Rayes: Live and Drink

Aubrey Domergue: Live and Drink

Jamileh Attar: Live and Drink

Kythaela Reithel: Live and Drink.

Osrick Ashfall: Live and Drink

Trank Cutter: Live and Drink

Allison Weaver: Live and Drink

Arterian Lunesco: Live and Drink

Alexander Bestworth V: Live and Drink

Snorri Ironfist: Live and Drink.

Vergal Mendista: Live and Drink

Cosine Mevure: Live and Drink

Gers Geiger: Live and Drink

Crassus Procillus: Live and Drink.

DM Shout: A chorus of 'Live and drink' echoes about the Graveyard

[Sol Auk turns back to the slab and lays a hand upon the stone once more] Live forever in memory, John Syter, as we Drink in your honor.

Then began remembrance by others, before the crowd began imbibing of what is called now "Syter's Sin" - a potent moonshine liquor, that is said to have blinded a few in the crowd.

Three simple words, now forever ingrained in memory, synonymous with the late Legate John Syter.

...Live and Drink