Milo and Coco continue here!
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“I am pleased to announce the following for the Freehold. Please rise as your name is called, and be seated as we move on.”
“Archivist – Ava Campbell.” A slow nod, as he figured that’s who would win.
“General – Marcus Evans” The Nod slow and to whom he thought was a worthy individual, clearly because he was of Summer.
“Constable – Ramona Bohannon.” A proud nod to the Ogre, who clearly had deserved a worthy title.
“Emissary – L’aire” His eyes peered to Elvin Dancer with a quirked brow for a moment, but he moved onward.
“And Finally, the Right hand of the Monarchy, your Steward – Lynn Mills.”
He paused to applaud those who were announced.
“As I’m sure you all’ve noticed, we have a VERY important detail. There is a tie for Magistrate between Rick Pereg and Malcolm Green. Ladies and Gentleman of the Freehold, please now cast your vote for one of these two individuals." **
“As was brought to my attention earlier, I should clarify that we, the Monarchy, are not going anywhere and perhaps our words of ‘falling into the background’ were misleading. We will remain, by either us, or whoever takes over those positions as always. The Gentry will not be suddenly aware that our Freehold is missing one of the seasonal guardians.” He didn’t look to Ramona, it wasn’t necessary. But the Darkling Monarch did take her words into consideration. This woman, who clearly cared about the safety of the Freehold would make a superb General.
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DexteritySuppurating pustules, how in the hell had Lynn Mills become the RIGHT HAND OF THE MONARCHY!? Did the twit know anything beyond how to cavort a bow over her the cured and carved viscera of her husband? Why would anyone believe that she should be the closest of them all to those they had sworn their oaths to? Why must one of her most vehement detractors now hold the reins of the freehold in her violin callused hands?!
This was almost as devastating as if that damned collection of diseased fur and half spoken doggerel known as Morgan had been elected. Alas, Coco did not despise Lynn anywhere near as much as she did the minstrels motley mate, and thus she would be spared from a demand for satisfaction, this day. No, no, she would be safe. They would all be safe! What did she care what they did, the damned fools. Why should she care what they thought, when they so clearly harbored little capacity for thought in the first place.
Fuck it!
She didn't care anymore. Her Queen wasn't there. The reason for her very title wasn't there. Would rarely be there, unless the blessed Steward now counted as the one she most owed her protection to. Again, fuck it. It's not as if Lynn would even care that she was now sworn to protect her. No, the good Steward would probably just tell Coco to go fuck herself, no matter what words she actually used.
So...so fine. She'd go cast her vote, no matter how useless it might be, and then go see how deep inside a bottle she could climb. Did they have any here, or was it just the watery gruel that others called beer?
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Lynn stood as Brother Lucas called out her name, more than slightly stunned that she had been chosen as the Steward of the Freehold. Running her fingers along the hem of her shirt, it suddenly struck her that she was going to be at least partially responsible for nearly everybody that she could see gathered here tonight; as well as the others who couldn't make it. Not only would she be expected to help the Freehold manage itself, the Monarchs themselves would be depending on her.
So be it. She'd have to be up for the challenge. There was no other choice.
Taking a deep breath and straightening her shoulder, Lynn had never felt the weight of responsibility more keenly.
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“Alright, thank ya’ll for your quick voting.”
“We have a winner from the tie breaker for your Magistrate. Rick Pereg.” He applauded the Autumn Elemental.
“Now as you all depart tonight, remember, there are still some positions that will need to be appointed by our new Hierarchy.”
“Knights, Rangers should be chosen by the General. The Archivist should choose a Pedagogue. A Spymaster will be chosen by the Monarchy who should then choose their spies.” It would go without saying that this person would hopefully be secretive, or a small circle would know who they were.
“I encourage you who are new to these positions to quite possibly hold a meeting. Doesn’t have to be immediate, you can certainly do that at the next gathering given what may go on of course. Therein the Steward shall report back to the Seasonal Monarchy. You may choose how to do this, or feel free to ask any of us. I know that this is all new to the Freehold of Sacramento, but as I said before, you all are more than capable of the tasks that lie ahead for you, chosen by your peers.”
“Have a wonderful evening.” And with that, the Summer King departed from the stage.
Thanks guys for voting so quickly! The voting was clear even if one or two more people voted.
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"Excuse me Sir." Lynn made her way over to where Brother Lucas was standing. Clasping her hands before her, she took a deep breath, still a bit unsettled by her new position. "I wanted to ask if there was anything the group of us should know about, before we meet up and discuss things? If we're more aware of what's going on, we'll be better prepared to take care of problems as they arise."
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The metalflesh steps forward to acknowledge his appointment. The responsibility seems to have already settled upon his broad shoulders if the grim expression on his face is any indication. The elemental isn't quite sure if he is truly prepared for the task of ensuring the safety of the entire freehold. Truth be told, he would be much more content with being left to work the forge than leading any troops into battle, but his fellow freeholders had spoken and far be it from him to let them down. As Marcus surveys the crowd, a few of them might feel his steely gaze linger, singling them out from their fellows as he mentally picks out those he will be calling upon to aid him with his new responsibilities.
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Lucas reassures Lynn that the newly appointed Freehold Council is not expected to run before it learns to crawl and impresses upon his fellow darkling that the seasonal monarchs have the utmost confidence in their courtiers and suggests that the fledgling councilors organize themselves first and discuss amongst themselves some of the issues that they feel are most important. The Monarchy is certainly not abandoning them and will be in touch soon enough to offer their guidance. After the Summer King departs, the Feast of Strength continues until either the food and drinks are finished or no one is left standing. The Summer Court thanks you for attending and hopes you enjoyed yourselves.
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