A gentle sea breeze wafts through the port city of Volaire as the sun ascends, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets. The usual hustle and bustle of the city is muted, replaced by a tense anticipation. The grand Meeting Hall, often a place of laughter and celebration, stands solemn and imposing, ready to host a gathering that will determine the fate of one among them.
The towering double doors of the hall are open, flanked by vigilant Kingdom Guards stationed at intervals. Clad in gleaming armor, each guard bears the kingdom's seal on their breastplates and wields an ornately crafted sword and a shield adorned with the Ariadnian Coat of Arms. Their presence adds to the gravity of the occasion, especially after the attack during the previous court session involving Claire Baker.
Security has been significantly heightened. Extra guards, both human and non-human, are positioned strategically around the perimeter. They are equipped with enchanted armor that shimmers subtly, providing protection against both physical and magical attacks. Each guard wears an amulet that detects concealed weapons and active magic, ensuring no one enters with harmful intentions.
As attendees approach the hall, they pass through a series of protective wards. These wards glow briefly as individuals pass, indicating their successful detection of any malicious enchantments or illusions. Kingdom Guards scrutinize each person, checking their credentials and ensuring they pass through unhindered. The increased scrutiny extends to a thorough examination of personal belongings, with magical sigils verifying the authenticity of identification documents.
Inside the hall, the walls are adorned with sconces holding ethereal blue flames that cast a ghostly, sapphire light across the wooden benches arranged in neat rows. At the far end, a raised platform commands attention, crowned by a crescent-shaped table between two braziers emitting the same blue fire. Tall, intricately designed chairs encircle the table, facing the gathered benches below. At the center of this arrangement, a podium stands with heavy chains and shackles, a stark reminder of the trial's gravity.
Servants move quietly, setting out glasses and pitchers of water and ale. As the first nobles arrive, they exchange hushed greetings, their usual camaraderie replaced by the seriousness of the day's proceedings. The Kingdom Nobility, each with their own air of authority and responsibility, take their seats upon the platform.
Marquanthis, the Guild Second of the Guild of Light, is among the first to arrive. He settles at the table's edge, replacing the provided glass of water with his own earthen teacup. With hands folded, he waits in composed silence for the others to join.
King Vlastimir enters, his presence commanding the room. He takes his place at the center of the crescent table, his gaze firm and unyielding. Following him is Lord Seneschal Claude Faustus, his elegant black tailcoat, white gloves, and polished black boots exuding a dignified aura. He sits to the king's right, his expression one of stern focus.
Baroness Charlotte Greyshield of Forsetidale, known for her wisdom and fairness, takes her seat to the king's left. Her long, wavy red-brown hair cascades over her shoulders, and her attire in blue and yellow reflects the colors of her industrious barony.
Kethri Starling, the acting Guildmistress of the Mage's Guild, arrives with an air of quiet strength. Her long, pale black hair and small stature make her stand out among the nobles. At 4' 6", she is often seen scrambling around the Mages Guild, assisting in rituals and research. Though she reluctantly accepted the title of Guildmistress, she has taken to the job out of duty, much to her own surprise. She nods respectfully before taking her place.
Lyra Okami, the Guildmistress of the Artisan's Guild, enters with a grumpy and standoffish demeanor. Her brunette hair is tied back in a messy bun, and her attire reflects her work at the forges. She greets those around her with curt nods before settling into her seat.
Baron Linneus Golenaire of Tuatha strides in last, his attire adorned in green and beige, representing the natural balance and respect of his barony. He takes his seat with a nod of acknowledgment to his fellow nobles.
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