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Imperial Court (10/20/1998)
Below is the log from this past week's open court. A reminder that this log
is to be considered OOC-only. If you wish to know of the events that have
taken place in this log, find someone who knows ICly (likely someone who was
there) and ask them in RP.
Regards,
Christian
Broncalo@DuneIII
Log edited with Logedit 2.6.9pl on Wed Oct 28 11:13:28 EST 1998
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Fredhrick - Tuesday, October 20, 1998, 8:42 PM
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Elrood is standing in a more remote corner of the room, watching his
father move about and his brother sitting idly. He has his arms
folded, and a cross look on his face.
Corrin uncrosses his legs langorously. Standing, he tugs his uniform
down. He glances at the tapestry, and then walks toward the
Selamlik, pausing to look out through the curtain.
Corrin walks to the southwest and moves along the Round Passageway.
Corrin has left.
Elrood walks to the southwest and moves along the Round Passageway.
Elrood has left.
Fredhrick walk along the Round Passageway.
Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
This enormous hall makes even the large Noukker guards seem small, but
a trick of the architecture focuses attention on the Golden Lion
Throne sitting on a raised dais at the north end of the room, making
it and its occupant seem larger than life. Fluted columns along the
walls stretch up to the high, vaulted ceilings, which are colorfully
decorated with frescoes of past battlefield victories. Between the
columns hang the long, tapered battle standards of the Corrino
commanders who fought in the Battle of Corrin (and afterward became
Dukes, Counts, and Barons).
Melchiorre nods again to the Prince and bows as the Emperor enters.
Nils bows as deeply as his old bones allow.
Iohannes sweeps into a low bow.
Joral bows deeply for the Emperor.
Kirc bows gracefully, holding it.
Sardaukar spill out from the Antechamber, preceding Fredhrick into the
Selamlik. Each takes their proper place as His Majesty walks
purposefully to the Lion Throne.
Ivanova turns towards the Emperor when she finishes answering the
prince and curtsies.
Sumter sweeps low into a bow, stiffly, as the Emperor enters.
Valentina follows Melchiorre's lead, bowing towards the Emperor.
Rigel gives another stiff bow directed at the lion throne.
Iason stands along the eastern wall.
With an apparent scowl on his face, Fredhrick regards those present,
then unceremoniously sits upon the throne.
Fredhrick sits upon the Lion Throne.
Iason bows deeply to the Emperor Fredhrick as he arrives.
Nils returns to an standing position as the Padishah Emperor takes his
seat.
Praxton walks in from Reception Hall through the Vaulted Arch.
Praxton stands along the eastern wall.
The Caid Raffen steps upon the dias beside His Majesty. "Hear ye! Hear
ye! All those with business before His Sublime Majesty Fredhrick XIX
shall be given audience!" he bellows.
Fredhrick turns a glance upon the tardy Red Duke as Raffen shouts.
With his head turned down, Fredhrick peers around the room with quite
an angry expression. He says with a baritone pitch, "Crime on the
Kaitain streets his risen, rendering them apparently no longer
safe."
Fredhrick's hands hold fast to the arm rests of the throne: "There
appears to be a string of pattern crimes, a serial killer loosed
upon Our streets."
Corrin moves away from the eastern wall.
Corrin steps onto the Imperial Dais.
Apparently ignoring Corrin's belated ascension of the dais, Fredhrick
continues, "We understand that many of you in the Court presently
have personally witnessed the end result of these..." his expression
grows even harder as he utters, "murders."
Fredhrick inclines his head as he continues, "These crimes have
escalated from the common street rat to diplomats and couriers of
Houses Major to minor nobility. The perpetrator must be
apprehended."
Pausing on particular faces as he speaks (Duke Atreides, Lord
Melchiorre Moritani, Lady Ivanova Rastanyev), Fredhrick proclaims,
"We offer a reward for evidence leading to the solving of these
murders!"
"If an individual should solve the crime, We shall see fit to bestow
the gift of an elevation of rank," His Majesty says, allowing the
magnitude of the reward to set in.
Courtiers can be heard whispering across the room.
Corrin scrutinizes one of the fingernails of his left hand, picking at
it with the thumb of the same hand. After a moment, he puts it down,
and looks up with a carefree expression on his face.
Taking his cue from a single look from Fredhrick, Raffen raps the pole
flying standards of House Corrino against the ground three times.
"Let those with business now step forward!"
Raffen bellows, "Siridar-Duke Praxton Atreides wishes to address the
court. Stand before the throne and be recognized!"
Praxton moves away from the eastern wall.
Praxton stands before the Lion Throne.
With slow, measured motions, Praxton approaches the Lion Throne in the
prescribed manner, head properly bowed. Once facing the Emperor, he
drops a manner-school perfect genuflection. There, on bended knee,
he awaits acknowledgment from his liege.
Corrin leans up against the Lion Throne, casually resting one hand on
a bejewelled section of the back.
Fredhrick sits back in his throne, bestowing upon Praxton a heavy
stare. "Rise and speak Duke Atreides," Fredhrick states flatly.
Praxton has reconnected.
Fredhrick sits back in his throne, bestowing upon Praxton a heavy
stare. "Rise and speak Duke Atreides," Fredhrick states flatly.
Praxton rises swiftly, standing at attention. After a pause, in which
he rearranges his coat with a small shrug of the shoulders, then,
"Your Imperial Majesty, honorable members of the Court. If it please
Your Majesty, I will make a rather extraordinary petition, justified
and emboldened by the wise words just spoke by the Emperor."
Praxton has partially disconnected.
Valentina walks to the south and passes through the Vaulted Arch.
Valentina has left.
Boris walks in from Reception Hall through the Vaulted Arch.
Boris has arrived.
Sardaukar guards at the door make way for Boris as he enters with his
usual panache.
"Kaitain has, since time immemorial, been the greatest of worlds,"
Praxton states. "The shining seat of both the Lion Throne and the
Landsraad. Yet, as His Majesty has observed and most of us present
have learned, the safety with which a nobleman or woman could once
feel himself cloaked while strolling the Negara Plaza, for instance,
or Sheuset Square, is gone."
Mintor walks in from Reception Hall through the Vaulted Arch.
Mintor has arrived.
Aidan walks in from Reception Hall through the Vaulted Arch.
Aidan has arrived.
Aidan stands along the eastern wall.
Fredhrick's expression again hardens as Praxton speaks.
Mintor stands along the eastern wall.
Boris chuckles warmly at the Sardaukar as he bustles past them. "Good
evening, good evening," he murmurs as he heads for the eastern wall.
Boris stands along the eastern wall.
Praxton continues, his tone level, "That basic premise, that the
Houses would be safe and unharmed while free to conduct business, is
central to the proper and traditional operation of both Landsraad
and Imperium. I would now petition His Majesty for a measure to
allow said circumstances to return."
Fredhrick almost barks his words at Praxton, "What do... you...
suggest, Noble Duke Atreides?"
Joral stiffens visably.
A pause, then Praxton inclines his head, "That the ancient law
governing the presence and number of armed guards of the various
Houses with embassies on Kaitain be waived, and special dispensation
given so that the Houses may proportionately increase the number of
security personnel."
Aidan shoots the Baron a glance.
Corrin stifles a snort, and looks down at his father.
Aidan smiles at Iason.
Fredhrick turns a cold smile to Praxton, "A bold and compassionate
offer, We are sure, dearest Duke, but House Corrino wishes not to
place additional burden upon the Houses Major to police an Imperial
property."
Praxton takes a deep breath, then responds, looking as directly at the
Imperial person as is allowable, "We would not so dare, and to so
displease Your Majesty. A righteous word by Your Majesty is all a
man of any station needs to feel safe. However, there are those who
would defy Your Majesty's peace and aegis to conduct henious crimes
that trascend the faufreluches. Who knows what such a man or woman
is capable of, or who their next target may be, and of what
station?"
Fredhrick lifts his left hand and turns it openly toward Raffen, "We
have ordered the Sardaukar presence be increased."
The trained military eye might note a slight stiffness among the
Sardaukar. They seem even a little bit... edgy.
Praxton again bows his head, and takes a short step backwards, "Your
Majesty has shown great concern for his subjects. We are very
grateful to Your Majesty for his swift action."
Fredhrick gives a short nod to Praxton.
Praxton steps back from before the Lion Throne.
Praxton stands along the eastern wall.
Raffen, appearing somewhat withdrawn, shouts: "Siridar-Baron Boris
Harkonnen wishes to address the court. Stand before the throne and
be recognized!"
Boris moves away from the eastern wall.
Boris grins as he approaches the throne, hands behind his back, rings
jingling. He bows, as much as his girth allows. "Imperial Majesty,
your loyal subjects in House Harkonnen bid you greetings." he says,
soberly.
Boris stands before the Lion Throne.
Boris has partially disconnected.
Fredhrick taps his fingers on the throne's arm rest.
Boris says, "Imperial Majesty, as your subject, I ask for information.
This concerns the matter of the recent excitement at the Ginaz
Embassy, in which the lives of many of your Siridars were
threatened. Your Majesty displayed your usual wisdom by dispatching
the Sardaukar to investigate, but now we wonder the results of their
inquiry."
Kia walks in from Reception Hall through the Vaulted Arch.
Kia has arrived.
Kia slips in quietly and curtsies deeply to Fredhrick, before moving
to join her party.
Fredhrick's eyes grow wide as he begins to lift himself from the
throne. Sinking back into it momentarily, Fredhrick states, "House
Corrino will divulge the results of its inquiry in its own time,
Lord Baron." He pauses briefly, then continues, "Join Us in the
antechamber momentarily, Baron, won't you?"
Kia stands along the western wall.
Fredhrick descends from the Lion Throne.
Fredhrick walks along the Round Passageway.
[NOTE: At this point Fredhrick, Corrin, and Boris go into the
antechamber for a few minutes. ]
Fredhrick walks along the Round Passageway.
Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
This enormous hall makes even the large Noukker guards seem small, but
a trick of the architecture focuses attention on the Golden Lion
Throne sitting on a raised dais at the north end of the room, making
it and its occupant seem larger than life. Fluted columns along the
walls stretch up to the high, vaulted ceilings, which are colorfully
decorated with frescoes of past battlefield victories. Between the
columns hang the long, tapered battle standards of the Corrino
commanders who fought in the Battle of Corrin (and afterward became
Dukes, Counts, and Barons).
Joral bows.
Nils bows to the Emperor once more, his old joints cracking audibly.
Fredhrick walks directly to the throne. As he sits he flutters his
left hand at Raffen.
Iohannes bows deeply.
Boris emerges from the anteroom, his brow knotted, lips pursed.
Corrin catches one of the Noukkers who accompanies his father back
into the hall, and speaks quickly with him.
Alethia curtsys deeply again and lowers her eyes as the Emperor
approaches, after a long momment she rises gracefully.
Mintor bows deeply to the Emperor.
Ivanova lowers into a curtsy as the Emperor enters, staying so until
he is seated.
Raffen looks two guards within a few paces of him. "Escort the Baron
Harkonnen to his groundcar."
Fredhrick sits upon the Lion Throne.
Kia curtsies deeply at the Emperor enters.
Boris scowls at Raffen and his escorts, and storms angrily from the
chamber whether the escorts keep up with him or not.
Boris walks to the south and passes through the Vaulted Arch.
Boris has left.
Sumter bows deeply to the Emperor.
Fredhrick looks to Raffen once more and murmers something at him.
Raffen immediately bangs the standards pole against the floor.
"Court is now closed!"
Fredhrick descends from the Lion Throne.
Turns and walks intently toward the antechamber without another look
to the assemblage.
Fredhrick walks along the Round Passageway.
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