Feyvil | The Commencement of the Council

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Entry posted by emperordaniel · November 11, 2011

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Glade of the Parintalia, Lordym of Feyvil

Two hours after the Council began, the Opening Feast is still going on...

Lord #1: Wow, these Parintalia leaves are delicious!

Lord #2: I agree! They taste better than the juiciest apples I've ever tasted... mmm!

Lord #3: To me they taste rather like the crunchiest grass ever savored... but much better! *munch munch*

Lord #4: We should bring back a few Parintalia trees to our own lands!

Lord #5: If they survive the journey, that is.

Lord #4: Oh, they will, they will. I have guarantees of that.

Lord #5: Nothing is guaranteed these days… unless you're one of the Melikan nobility.

Lord #4: Or if you're a citizen of Criznelkart. Or have you forgotten where I come from?

Suddenly, Lord Hako interrupted.

Lord Hako: Well, everyone, shall we close the opening feast now?

There were loud thumps and calls of approval (and several calls of disapproval), indicating that most of the Bouneyes present agreed with Lord Hako’s proposal.

Lord Hako: So, now that we are finished with the feasting, let’s introduce ourselves, and perhaps a bit about our Lordyms as well, as after all, only one of us present, Lord Bekunch of Olthseye, has actually been to a Council of the Parintalia before, and nowdays, travel between most of our towns is relatively scarce. So, as you probably all know, my name is Lord Hako Carocabaji. I am only the First Lord of Feyvil, as we are a relatively young town. Before our town was founded, we lived with our friends in the Lordym of Hestore.

Hako then sat down, and his best friend, who was sitting to his left, stood up.

Lord Uthastinok: I am Lord Uthastinok Frokin, Fifteenth Lord of Hestore; our town is not too notable, except for the fact that we are the Lowlanders that live nearest to the White Hills.

Uthastinok then glanced at the Lord seated next to him. He stood up.

Lord Alsk: I am Lord Alsk Therwith, Seventy-seventh Lord of Tubak; My Lordym is inhabited by the Whitbuns that are brave enough to live nearest of all Whitbuns to these Lowlanders.

Few could fail to notice the special emphasis on “Low” in Lord Alsk’s statement, and it was obvious that some sort of enmity ran between the Whitbuns and the Lowlanders.

Lord Wisant: I am Lord Wisant Withanelv, Eightieth Lord of Zargil; Zargil is the hill-city that chiefly guards the Northern Hills against the Terrors of the East. However, we seem to have failed in this task, for otherwise this Council would not have been called.

Most of the other Lords looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about? However, Lord Wisant said no more. Just then, the next Lord stood up.

Lord Arktos: I am Lord Arktos Mesnowle, Ninety-ninth Lord of Altai; we are the oldest of the Lordyms of the White Hills, and reside in their highest reaches. However, the distinction of being the wealthiest of the White Lordyms does not go to us.

He turned to the Lord sitting on his left. Slowly, leisurely, he rose up from his seat.

Lord Shuromin: I am Lord Shuromin Tewis, Sixty-first Lord of Criznelkart; Criznelkart is the wealthiest of all the White Lordyms, and possibly even wealthier than the Princedym of Melikan; for we mine the shahm terebinthi whit, the Crystals of the White Hills. In token of the friendship between the Lordyms of the Northern Hills, I have brought gems from the mountains for all present.

Lord Shuromin pressed a button on a small controller he carried, and a hovertray arrived moments after. One of Shuromin's attendants deactivated the cloak-shield covering the central portion of the tray, and it opened, revealing a great number of deep blue blehsham gemstones.

Lord Shuromin: There over 450 blehsham stones there, which means that there's more than enough for everyone present, even your attendants and counselors. I would rather have brought the green kahsham, the mauve dusham, or even the dazzling red firhisham terebinth, the Firestone of the Hills, as gifts, but none of those have been mined in sufficient quantity for decades, making it impossible to give one of those to everyone present.

After the commotion over Lord Shuromin’s gift of blehsham had died down, the next Lord, the shortest and fluffiest of all the Bouneye Lords present, spoke.

Lord Bygon: I am Lord Bygon Halse, Thirty-ninth Lord of Byron; our Lordym supplies most of Melikan’s educators. Because of this, I suppose you can say we control the intelligence of Melikan, hehe. Since our location is not favorable for farming, we purchase most of our food from the Lordym of Hoame.

As he hopped back to his seat, the next Lord nearly tripped over him, as he was much, much taller than the diminutive Bygon.

Lord Hoeslap: What the carrot? Oh, sorry, it’s just you, Bygon. Anyways, I am Lord Hoeslap Piskaoh, Twelfth Lord of Hoame; Hoame has little of note, other than the fact that we are the largest of the Lordyms with an agriculture-based economy. Due to the fact that we live on the lower Keurish River, our farms were the hardest-hit from these sudden rains; except for a few structures on the Hill of Governance, there is now only water where hundreds of buildings and acres of fields once stood. Few of our Bouneyes have survived; most were washed away or drowned in the floods…

After he let his sentence trail off, Lord Hoeslap sat down. Though few noticed it, it was clear to those who were looking at Lord Wisant that he was startled by this piece of news, although he tried to disguise it.

Lord Daurt: I am Lord Daurt Withale, Twentieth Lord of Belubar; as we are Lowlanders and so have few hills in which we can make our homes, we mine steelstone to make houses out of. The steelstone strata that lie under us are the largest known on the planet, and extend nearly all the way to Melikan; the inhabitants there use it for building just about every structure, giving their buildings both strength beyond measure and, in the cases where the steelstone building material is exposed, a beauty beyond description. I should know, as I am one of the very few present to have been to Melikan in person.

After Lord Daurt returned to his seat, a very old Bouneye stood up.

Lord Bekunch: I am Lord Bekunch Attisnoozy, One hundred and third Lord of Olthseye; My people have the longest average lifespans of all Northern Hill Lordyms, which perhaps explains the reason why I am the only one present to have previously attended a Council of the Parintalia. In three weeks, I shall become the longest-lived Bouneye in history, attaining the age of 154. Olthseye is also the third-oldest surviving Lordym, second only to the Lordyms of Pika and Gaurus.

Two of his attendants hopped up to him as he began to sit down, but he waved them away, declaring that he did not feel quite that old yet. The next Lord then stepped up.

Lord Jepon: I am Lord Jepon Blekonest, Nineteenth Lord of Terize; my Lordym, as well as that of my cousin, is the westernmost of the Lordyms of the Northern Hills.

Lord Hako: Uhhh… Jepon, your avatar is a little fuzzy.

Lord Jepon: My what is fuzzy?

Lord Hako: Your avatar!

Lord Jepon: What’s that?

Lord Hako: Oh, it’s… hmmm… you know, I have no idea.

Lord Jepon’s curiosity was piqued, but he decided to say no more on the matter for the present. He went back to his place, leaned over his cousin who was sleeping against a Parintalia trunk, and shook him, who immediately awoke and quickly jumped up.

Jepon’s cousin: Is it my turn?

Lord Jepon: It sure is!

Lord Jupon: Ok. Anyways, I’m Lord Jupon Amami, Nineteenth Lord of Giuse-Terize; the Lordyms belonging to me and my cousin are the westernmost Northern Hill Lordyms, as I’m sure he told you; we also are among the darkest-furred Bouneyes, as we are at nearly the same latitude as Melikan, but we’ve inhabited those latitudes for hundreds of years more than they have.

A Lord from the fringes of the Grassfields, in the northern part of the Northern Hills, then stepped up.

Lord Krubb: I am Lord Krubb Lixma, Thirty-third Lord of Ifalaece; and despite what our living in the Grassfields may lead you to believe, neither I nor any of the inhabitants of Ifalaece are Jeckians. Our town makes its living by farming hay, though nowhere near on the scale of the vast fields of the Lordym of Pika. Although our Lordym is not currently flooded, most of our produce, as well as quite a few of our structures, were washed away in a series of flash floods that descended from the upper reaches of the Hills.

The next Lord stood up as Lord Krubb walked back to his seat.

Lord Noklan: I am Lord Noklan Bushena, Thirty-fifth Lord of Hege; we, like the Ifalaecesians, dwell on the borders of the Grassfields, but also like them, we neither consider ourselves to be Jeckians, nor do we have much contact with them. Indeed, before this Council was called, most of our populace believed the Jeckians to either be extinct or to never have existed, as they could not find any sign of a Jeckian Bouneye when chance took them near or into the Jeckian Lordyms.

A beautiful red-furred Lord hopped to the Speaking Stone as Lord Noklan returned to his seat in one giant bound, demonstrating his athletic abilities.

Lord Oscura: I am Lord Oscura Clofrem, Twenty-eighth Lord of Clove; our Lordym is exceptionally numerous in population, and produces more clover than any other Lordym in the Northern Hills; for this reason our wealth is only rivaled by the immense wealth of the White Hill Lordyms, presided over by Lord Shuromin Tewis. Our clover crop was fortunately not affected much by the floods; but many of our Bouneye-holes are flooded.

She then returned to her seat. Another Lord went to the Stone after she left it.

Lord Muntha: I am Lord Muntha Skitlan, Sixty-sixth Lord of Terrine; My Lordym is the oldest of the non-Jeckian Grassfield Lordyms. Other then that little piece of history, we have little of note in our town. As our Bouneyes are especially fond of hay, we get most of our food supply from the Lordym of Pika, the largest supplier of hay in the world.

Lord Muntha returned to her seat, and another Lord took to the Stone, while chewing on two blades of Alissur grass.

Lord Yarop: I am Lord Yarop Schiermonnikoog, Fifteenth Lord of Shiere; we live closest of all the hill-bouneyes to the lands of the Grassfield Bouneyes, or as some call them, the Jeckian Bouneyes, and we are the only ones that I know of that have regular contact with them.

Lord #6: We also have regular contact with them, just to let you know.

Lord Yarop: Thanks for telling me that. Anyways, it’s your turn to speak now.

Lord Matoradi: Thank you. So, I am Lord Matoradi Kaloyk, Seventh Lord of Golde; in our Lordym, all the Bouneyes have golden eyes, a feature found nowhere else in the Bouneye race; so if you ever meet a Bouneye with golden eyes, you can be absolutely sure that either he’s from Golde, or his ancestors were. We also mine precious metals from the soil, constant exposure to which, according to the DNA tests run by our scientists a few years ago, partially explains our beautiful eye-color.

A little nudge at his feet brought him back to reality, and just in time too, for usually at this point he would start going on and on about the history, culture, and economy of Golde, and it would be quite difficult to break him out of it from then on, until he would finish his monologue several hours later. He stepped down, and a little fluffy mouse-like creature walked up.

Lord Shuromin: *whispers* What in the world is that thing?

Lord Arktos: *quietly* I have no idea. Apparently he’s the Lord of Pika.

Lord Pik: Grrreeetings, efurryone! I am Lord Pik Clau, Three hundredeth Lord of Pika. And Shuromin, you forget that I have excellent hearing... or have you spent too much time with your gemstones, forgetting the cultures and histories you used to study?

Lord Shuromin started in surprise. He had indeed forgotten about the excellent hearing the Pikas had.

Lord Pik: Anyways, as to what kind of creature am I, I shall now answer your question. I am a Pika, a proto-Bouneye, if you will. Us Pikas have been around longer than any of you could remember, and we will stay on long after the Bouneyes have all left the planet. For thousands of years, we have made our living by tending the lands around us to produce hay, and, except for some modern additions, such as satellite recievers, hovervehicles, and some other such things, we still do the same today, and will continue to do so in the future. Except in the relatively few cases where technology can aid us without eating away at our culture, we reject modern technology, in order to preserve as much of our culture as possible. It is also for this reason that, with one exeption, unless absolutely nessecary, we send droids to do any Pikan jobs that would take us out of our homes in the mountains. Well anyways, I didn't come to make a long speech so soon, so I shall step down now.

Another Lord hopped to the Speaking Stone.

Lord Radithey: I am Lord Radithey Grenner, Two hundred and thirty-first Lord of Gaurus; we alone out of all the Bouneyes have regular contact with the Pikas, as we are closest in appearance and culture to them. We also are the oldest of all the Bouneye Lordyms, as the only Lordym that is older is the Lordym of Pika, which is, obviously, a Pika Lordym.

He stepped down and returned to his leafy cushion, and a wild-looking Bouneye with exceptionally long ears bounded up.

Lord Tolope: Greetings! I am Lord Tolope Kajrebit, Fortieth Lord of Sootha; as you might have guessed by my appearance, I am a true Grassfielder, a Jeckian Bouneye, if you will. We Jeckians are nomadic for the most part, and so our towns and villages are not built of steelstone, iron, or any other so-called "normal" building material, nor do we tunnel underground. Instead, we have roving villages built with straw, easily built, and easily taken down when nessecary.

Lord Tolope then sprang back to his previous position in the Circle. Another Jeckian then rose to the Stone.

Lord Tolai: I am Lord Tolai Shenko, Thirty-eighth Lord of Woodbranch; my Lordym is the only Jeckian Lordym to have permanent settlements, and we also have the fewest nomad Bouneyes of all the Lordyms of the Greenfields. We make our living in forestry, as one of the largest forests in the Northern Hills partially covers the southern portion of our Lordym.

A middleaged female Jeckian hopped over to the platform as Lord Tolai returned to his seat.

Lord Ethonea: I am Lord Ethonea, Forty-fifth Lord of Iopia; ours is a small Lordym, mostly centered around field education for the inhabitants of the other Lordyms of Grassfields, although few hill-bouneyes attend our schools, except for the inhabitants of the Lordyms of Shiere and Golde, and they are only partially hill-bouneyes.

Lord Ethonea then returned to her seat, and no sooner had she sat down when everyone saw a flash of grey fur, and suddenly, a large grey Jeckian was on the platform.

Lord Dash: Greetings! I am Lord Dash Kapuen, Thirty-ninth Lord of Ayers; our Bouneyes are the swiftest of all Jeckians, and possibly swifter than any other Bouneye of the Northern Hills, for we begin training our citizens to sprint almost as soon as they can hop. The original purpose of this was to help escape from the Terrors of the East, but after the White Hill Council drove them out of Ayers, there was no need to continue the practice, but we did, but no longer with the extra moves needed for self-defense, as we have redeveloped the activity as a sport. However, judging from the mysterious remarks made by Lord Wisant earlier, it seems as if we may need to start taking up the training in sprinting for self-defense once again. Anyways, I believe that's it for my introduction.

Lord Dash sat down, and Lord Hako hopped to the stone to make a brief announcement.

Lord Hako: We now welcome the final Lord to be introduced, and then we can get down to real business.

Lord Java: Thank you, Lord Hako. I am Lord Java Inthani, Forty-first Lord of Delly; we are the most nomadic of all the Jeckians, and rule the largest of the Lordyms of the Grassfields. We also are no strangers to mountainous terrain, unlike most Jeckians, due to the fact that such terrain makes up a good deal of our Lordym.