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"Yes, I'm quite all right, thank you." The figure dusted his black cloak off after getting up. He hoped he didn't have to properly talk to them; he was mostly here for the intrigue of the thing, and to humor the hostess, more than for the sake of actually talking to anyone (a prospect that, frankly, was rather unappealing to him).

And who said I feed them?

"I've always liked wolves. And the mask was the most interesting one I could find." He grinned a little, glad she seemed a little less nervous. "What about you? You seem to have gone all out for the occasion."

If she could somehow manage to not mess up horribly, this conversation could be saved. "Oh, no, not at all," she assured him. "I'm just a touch nervous. I've never been to a party like this before--well, there was my friend's birthday party, but that was different. Mostly." Actually, that had been a masquerade too, now that she thought about it. "Why did you decide on a wolf?" she asked, desperate to stave off awkward silences.

He was a tall and imposing figure, with a simple black and white tux adorning his lanky body, making him look elegant and poised as opposed to awkward. The only defining features were a bird mask with a long portruding beak covering the upper half of his face above his mouth and a long, almost comical, top hat. An obnoxious grin was clearly displayed as he walked, pausing once as if searching for something in particular before continuing further into the room.

"Is something the matter?" He leaned back a little, resting on his cane. "I hope I haven't offended you, madame."

She turned to the White Wolf, trying to look poised and elegant. "Thank y--" her voice caught, and she coughed. "Ahem. Thank you. I like your cane." She pointed at it. "It's, er, a dragon. That's... that's cool." She remained in that pose for a moment, slowly dying on the inside. Finally, she lowered her hand and seemed to shrink in on herself, looking down and muttering, "Well, bang goes this party."

He tapped his cane on the ground, trying to get the woman's attention. "Good Evening!" He crossed his arms, tucking the cane under one elbow. "I must admit, I really like your dress. Very...noble."

Basically, I have no idea, and I'm struggling to look back at the heraldry after two years and figure out what's going on and how it could be changed. I also happen to think the current heraldry is very nice as it is, which doesn't help.

...ooh, I've just taken another look and I may have an idea. For the Elvish arms, what about adding to the number of quills and shrinking the canta miri birds? Or maybe have a second, smaller set of quills added in...? Hm.

Okay. I think it might work to either add a second, shorter set of four quills while shrinking the birds and doubling their number. On the other hand, if that turns out as cluttered as I sort of feel it might, maybe it'd work better to leave the birds more or less as-is but add a set of four delicate vines or branches that also come out of the fiery center but twine briefly around the quills?

Let me know if any of that sounds both feasible and like it might actually look okay. Also, if you have any ideas, I'm open to hearing them.

(As for the English arms, I kind of want to redesign them just because, but at the same time they do stand for something and I like the symbolism. Maybe just adding a musical note--a fourth or eighth, or else a pair or two of eighths--to the blue and green fields would work well...hmm.)

As of yesterday, I'm also (unrelated to heraldry) working on a small Plort story. I'll hopefully finish it and get it up before the thread is done, though I am about to move, so who knows...

~Zing

Baron Huinesoron nodded in turn to Oopart, Baron PC, the Djenni, Sar Iximaz's projection, and - reluctantly - Protector Tomash. "I know it can be hard to tear ourselves away and travel to Borrd, so while I am, as you, but a member of this Council, I am grateful that you have made the time.

"To the work, then. If Sar Iximaz does not see fit to watch over the lands of the western Diskord, I have no objection to Baron PC taking their reins. And..." He sighed, looking up at the map. "And if Iximaz will not protect my former holdings east of the Wattufs, then I see no alternative but for them to pass to Baron Phobos."

He turned to face the Djenni, offering a slight bow. "I pray your mistress will hear my words when I remind her that I, too, was friend to Baron July." A slight smile quirks his lips. "I have the camel to prove it. In her memory, I would continue her work in the Riding.

"Yet I acknowledge your own claim also. July was friend to Wechi and Borrd alike, and her builders laid the foundations of many of our fairest buildings." He turned to the map again, rolling his stylus between his fingers. "Perhaps by the skill with which we raised Manyuel together, we might create from the ruins of Flayme a true and living monument to her endeavours... if our baronies were to meet outside its walls." He glanced back at the Djenni. "Her answer need not be swift, avatar; let it come as it will."

He slipped his stylus into his pocket and turned again to the wider hall. "The concerns voiced by many concerning my proposal to expand this Council of Plort are well-founded, yet I say still that other voices must be heard in the hall of Otik. Baron Neshomeh speaks for Wechi, it is said - but she speaks also for her barony, and their interests may not coincide.

"So, then, what shall the rule be? I say the rule of one - that whatever delegates the folk of Wechi and the Riding shall send, they should bear between them a single vote. One for the archivists who dwell in the Commonwealth, and one for the Beytahs of the Riding."

He paused, seeming about to say more, but then shook his head. "Enough of my words, save this only: four barons have supported the right of Sir Tomash and the Mords of Diskord to speak. That stands at half of those with the right to vote." He glanced at Kaitlyn, who shook her head slightly. "Unless Barons Phobos, Eshakhar, Juliette, and VixenMage assemble in opposition - which seems unlikely - it seems that the leaders of Ozerbord and the Diskord may place their votes as they will."

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Voting members: Huinesoron, Eshakhar (by message), PC, Neshomeh (by Djenni), Iximaz.
Prospective voting members: Tomash, Hieronymus.
Absent voting members: Juliette, VixenMage, Phobos
Absent prospective voting members: Mords, Beytahs

Tomash to Council: Iximaz, Neshomeh, PC, Huinesoron
Mords to Council: Iximaz, Neshomeh, PC, Huinesoron
Beytahs & Archivists to Council: Iximaz
One rep each from Beytahs, Archivists to Council: Huinesoron

Diskord (Geymez) to PC: Iximaz, PC, Neshomeh, Huinesoron
Wep-Friwep region to Phobos: Neshomeh, Huinesoron

Boundaries of Eshakhar: Eshakhar, Huinesoron, Neshomeh
Boundary between Huinesoron and Neshomeh: discussed by said barons.

And yes, one reason for opening up the Council is to give more people reason to get involved. I am attention-seeking and like people to interact with my stuff. :D

hS

Did you have any ideas?

hS

She tugged at the silk of her dress, her self-consciousness easing slightly as she saw the myriad of fancy costumes in the room. She'd worried she'd overdone it, with the ballgown the color of wine and the silver tracing the bodice and down to the hem in a curlicue pattern. A black, satiny mask covered the upper half of her face, and was touched with the same silver pattern as her dress. Her gloves, too, were black and satiny. Her dishwater-blonde hair was pinned back (with ruby pins, no less) so it fell in a waterfall of curls down to her shoulder blades.

She had a secret.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped further into the party, looking for any familiar faces in the crowd.

-hat.

Also I now know the term "arms of enquiry"! Always fun when internet goofing around is also educational.

Um, have you put the Other Board and T-Board into the same list? As in, in-line with the Board? That seems like an odd decision to me.

I forget how you gave me the spreadsheets before - it must have been either straight email or by upload to Google Drive. But to be honest anything works - I'm sure you have a preferred file transfer setup. :) You have my email.

hS

Using a stain (sanguine) is already non-standard, so I assumed it was a deliberate 'arms of enquiry'.

hS

Have you just scattered references to Hitler all over the Cyclopaedia? Because it kind of looks like that's what you've done.

I don't think I'm very keen on that idea.

hS

Mister Turkey planted a single finger over his mouth and leant in, glancing left and right. 'Arright, arright, okay! But this is a costume-thing, don't go bloody howling my name and flaunting it around like it's a bloody flag, right?!' he hissed. 'Really hard not to figur... What - what is even that distinctive about me?!' he asked, boggling, bowling ball mask glinting in the light, clumsy figure bumping a nearby table and sending cups rattling, conspicuously short stature catching him in a realm of eye-level torsos and legs. He couldn't put his finger on it for the life of him.

And then giggled. It quickly turned into a gigglesnort.

"Yep, that's definitely you," they said, their voice slipping back into a more feminine range. "Come on, though, let's be honest—it would be really hard to not figure out it was you."

'Laaaarf? Larf? Lllllllarf?' He said the name, glancing side-to-side, feeling it roll off his tongue. 'Larf,' he concluded. He nodded. He looked up to the newcomer. 'Larf? Who the hell is Larf? That sounds like the name of some person who I've never met and who isn't me, despite it being a very honourable and majestic sounding name which I have never heard of, which belongs to a person who isn't me and who I've never met, though he sounds like a very intriguing and perhaps handsome person that I would bloody love to meet,' he inhaled. 'Which is unfortunate because I haven't met him and I've never heard of him and who the hell is Larf?' He grinned his most convincing grin (it wobbled and faltered,) sure for certain that this ruse had definitely worked.

((I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT WITH HINTS AND ALL THAT, WHAT?))

It ur birf!

It a dai!

It ur birfdai!

*showers you with cakefetti*

"Good evening," said the Raven, stepping up to meet the clockwork stranger. "My goodness, your costume is stunning. Might I inquire how long it took you to craft it?"

You're seventeen! Seven! Teens!

Seven whole teens!
Good grief! Where do you keep them?! Is it expensive to feed them?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LEGEND