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As Sir Strusse stepped forwards to the main chamber, the King was seen to maintain his head’s resting position, and, to those who cared to notice, his eyelids began their own descent into a resting position, slowly dropping and dropping, until, at last, they were both closed. The regal, cupreous carpet of the walkway to the chamber muffled the man’s steps in the eerily silent room, but when he finally made it to the polished wood floor, each step Sir Strusse took sent great, booming clacks resonating throughout the chamber, his buckled, black-leather boots beating out the rhythm of imminent retribution. At each of these clattering tintinnabulations, the King's eyebrows would raise, and the corner of his eyes would squeeze tightly together. Eventually the arrogant figure simply gave up his quest for sleep, and looked with infinite displays of boredom to the proceedings below him.
The man, Sir Strusse, had since entered the main orational lectern, and had since set his notes down, and looked up to the council for some semblance of a signal to start. The council, when the King looked over out of boredom, was debating some fact of a previous day. The King thought he heard the words “inherently incompetent” and “to be aired at once”, but with the conspiratorial whisper the words travelled with, he could not be sure. Anxious to be relieved of his duties, the king cleared his through rather loudly, and said to the man before him, “Start as you please, Sir—“
“Strusse,” the aide quickly added, nervously looking towards the man at the lectern.
“Yes, indeed. Start as you please, Sir Strusse.*

03-Jun-2010 05:17:09

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The man nodded before stepping back behind the lectern and beginning his tirade. “My name is Sir Nie Strusse, retired soldier from His Majesty’s Army of the Border.” Here, Sir Strusse stopped, looking each councilman in the eye before continuing. “I have recently become the victim of vandalism and attacks against my property. These have been ongoing for nearly fifteen months. I have brought these issues up with my city’s leading government body, but their action thus-far has been only to console me with pity. Having also already spoken with the governor, I have been ushered forth to your great council. I bear witness to fifteen attacks against my property as well as forty combined attacks against others in my province.”
Turning from facing the council, the man faced instead the King. “Your Majesty, I come to you today upon request from Bör to plead the case of my fellowmen. Indeed, I myself have experienced the attacks that are today here discussed. You see, my King, these attacks against the property of Bör are not miscellaneous, arbitrary arson. In fact, every component of these acts have been in accordance with this Kingdom’s definition of vandalism.
“These acts have been vandalistic deeds of terrorism against the people of Bör, and more importantly, been illegal displays of dissent by members of Aetz Korègenón – a subversive group long renowned for its massive attacks against the legitimate provinces of Arborus.”

03-Jun-2010 05:17:25

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The man now turned to face the council, and he removed himself from behind the lectern, instead walking towards the raised platform the council sat upon. “My King – the council – I humbly ask on behalf of all those no longer able to do so for themselves that you resolve this issue with the utmost haste. I wish to see the condemnation of Aetz Korègenón and its publicly announced leaders as well as penal prosecution of all those affiliated with these massive acts of vandalism – of terrorism. “
Mr. Auvrice looked at the King’s failing patience and at the grand boredom of the apathetic council. Looking then upon Sir Nie Strusse, he spoke. “Thank you, Sir Nie Strusse, for your great and zealous empathy for your fellow neighbours in Bör. Having heard your case – and having present no questions as to the situation at hand – the Royal Court of Arborus will now deliberate over your desires. Notification, when a decision has been made, shall be sent to you. Thank you.”
Calmly addressing a nearby bailiff, the aide said, though much more softly, “Bailiff, please escort Sir Strusse back to his carriage.”
“Does Your Majesty wish to hear the next case?” the aide then asked the King.
With a shrug of disdain, the King stated, albeit exasperatedly, “Do I have much choice, Táris?”
“Very well,” the aide responded before regally announcing to the courtroom, “Please bring forth Governors Sorensen and Varelstétria from Port Alkys and Et’Sarum.

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The two governors – who had previously been conversing in the adjacent anteroom – entered the room together, just then. They continued their conversation, though it continued in an inaudible state. Though they whispered, their gesticulations continued just as animatedly as if they were a hundred yards apart. Entering the quiet courtroom, they were a spectacle if nothing else. Governor Sorensen was on the right, dressed in light lavender clothes and a violaceous robe. The robe was too big for his scrawny frame, and it dragged at his feet five feet below his shoulders. Governor Varelstétria, however, rose six feet above the hem of his robes, which was still a few inches above the ground. The light blue undershirt he wore was stained with rings of sweat, and his rotund frame wobbled as he took hulking steps that forced his partner to almost run to keep up.
Their waving hands drew a few snickers from the gallery, but overall the court kept calm and quiet, an almost eery feeling of desolation circulating in the stale air. When they arrived at the lectern, they looked impatiently up at the King. He nodded dismissively, merely saying, "At your will."
In a booming cajun accent, Varelstétria began. "Ya majesty, I'd like ta ask of ya a few favas. In conjunction with my fella here, Mr. Sorensen, I ask for some help with the severely lackin' police force in ou' provinces." He took the time to wipe his brow with a monogramed white handkerchief, and Governor Sorensen took over, his clean accent striking stark contrast to that of his partner.

03-Jun-2010 05:17:57

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"As my dear and esteemed peer has asked of you, Majesty, the provinces we represent -- these being Et’Sarum and Port Alkys -- are plagued with incessant crime. We have exhausted our provincial funds for the maintenance of a constabulary to deal with the problem, and yet the crimes continue. We fear that this is an invasion of subversive activity from the country to our north -- in an attempt to weaken us before attack, no doubtedly -- and this is why we come to Arborus this day. We would like -- we need Your Majesty's assistance in dealing with and resolving this issue."
He stepped out in front of the lectern, approaching the King. "Please, Majesty, could you help us?"
Mr. Auvrice, seeing the approach and realizing the unorthodox traditions which would ensue, rose to speak, saying, "The Council would like to thank the Governors for their deep concern as well as their attendance today." Looking about the room, and seeing the bored expressions of the few members of The Council who remained awake, he continued, "There are no questions, so you may take your leaves. You shall be notified if any issues arise; a writ shall be sent to summon you once a decision has been made."
The governors left again, their departure missing most of the animated gesticulations that characterized their entrance. Only when the mahogany doors slammed behind them did the senators change their disposition, starting with fright before looking removedly at the aide, who sat at his position, scratching busily on the thick paper with an over-plumed quill, leaving the room once again with no sound but the echoing quill. After a few minutes of agonizing slowness, Mr. Auvrice at last stood, preparing the court for the third case.

03-Jun-2010 05:18:18

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"Please enter, Mr. A. Boardell of Sunster Province and Mr. R. Foarthrit of The Royal Reconnaissance and Recovery Force. Mr. Boardell, being the prosecutor, will speak first." As he finished, the two men entered, Mr. Boardell dressed in a faded green suit with coattails three inches too short and Mr. Foarthrit in an impeccably polished military uniform.
Mr. Auvrice began addressing the pair, staring at the door at the rear end of the chamber longingly; his exasperation was readily perceived in his speech. "The Crown is incredibly busy with matters of far more pressing importance. As this is a proprietal dispute brought forth only because of appellate incompetence, extenuating circumstances apply. You will each be given two and one half minutes to state your case. After this, you will be excused."
He next looked to Mr. Foarthrit, staring intently down upon his immaculate attire with a seeming distaste. Although his eyes focused on the captain, his words were aimed at Mr. Boardell. "Mr. Boardell, as the prosecuting party in this case, you may proceed. Please remain within your timeframe, else you shall be subject to incarceration, your testimony being stricken from the record."
Mr. Boardell stepped forward, placing a few scraggly parchments upon the lectern. Taking a huge breath, he began to speak, almost yelling his words in a thick, eastern accent, “Ya’ Highness, I don’t know who the 'ell this bloke thinks ‘e is, but I’m pretty damn sure that it ain’t me, and this ‘ere boy belongs ta me and ta me alone. That nice little line your pretty-boy aide just recited for ya’ oughtta let ya’ know that this ‘ere fella,” and at this he pointed an accusatory finger at the meticulous captain, “ain’t got an ounce a’ brain left in ‘im. The boy was found on ma property, and as a matta a’ fact, the boy ‘isself’s ma property. I ain’t declined no loan this bloke’s thrown at me, and I reckon I own that boy just fine and square as I own ma 'ouse.

03-Jun-2010 05:18:36

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“I don’t see why the bloody 'ell I shouldn’t be let ta have tha’ boy and set on my way. Your bloomin’ Reconnaissance Team, or whateva’ you’re calling tha’ pack of witless gulls nowadays, was on ma land and stole ma property. Ya Majesty, I don’t want no trouble, just ma property," he concluded, crinkling his papers as he tore them from the lectern. As he walked back to his seat, he shot a scathing glance at Mr. Foarthrit, who, having seen the impassioned presentation without the slightest glimmer of emotion, had stood.
As Mr. Boardell was taking his seat, Mr. Foarthrit was walking slowly and purposefully up to the podium. Once there, he opened the cover he was holding in his hand and placed it on the lectern. Opening it to a particular page, he waited for floor to be opened. When the King did not immediately respond, Mr. Foarthrit did not move; he placed his hands in front of his waist, standing at a stark and impressive attention. After a few awkward moments of silence, the aide ceded the floor. Realizing that the King was asleep, he stood and said as loudly as he could, "Mr. R. Foarthrit of The King's Reconnaissance and Recovery Force, you may speak."
As soon as the aide was seated, the captain moved from behind the lectern. Magnificently bowing to the council as a whole, he began to speak, his controlled voice resounding powerfully throughout the chamber. "My most esteemed superiors, I have, throughout my life, been a faithful servant of the law. I have executed orders in the name of Order and Justice. I defended the name of the Crown, the integrity of the country, and the word of this venerable council through my duties as defender of the law.

03-Jun-2010 05:18:49

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"It is with this faculty that I am present today. I am here to defend the establishment of justice against this troglodytic anarchist." Here, the captain looked the council members straight in the eye, blindly pointing behind him at the exact position where Mr. Boardell sat, sulking. "The Arborus Revised Code warrants, in section 8829P Section 12.9 Subsection A, iii, my immediate confiscation of the property in question, the maintenance of this possession until an order is made regarding the redistribution of it, and the appropriate relocation of the property pursuant to any promulgation thereafter."
"It is therefore necessary that, after having made due consideration for the law's meaning and the ramifications of its application to this felon who stands so audaciously in front of the very establishment he mocks, I ask the Royal Council of Arborus to cede the property in question to the appropriate custody before further imbroglio complicates the matter past the point of resolution." When he finished his grandiose speech, the captain provided a meticulously rehearsed bow to each of the council's members. His indefatigably perfect recitation ended with a maintained bow to the King, moving only when addressed by Mr. Auvrice.
"If it would please you, sir, do sit down. This is no place for groveling, however subtle the attempt may be," the aide snidely responded, looking disdainfully at the retreating captain fifteen feet below.
When he had sat upon his chair, the aide rose, stating in his uniquely clerical way, "Thank you Mr. Boardell and Mr. Foarthrit. Having heard your cases – and having present no questions as to the situation at hand – the Royal Court of Arborus will now deliberate over your case. Notification, when a decision has been made, shall be sent to you. Thank you.” When he said it this time, the aide didn't bother looking up.

03-Jun-2010 05:19:01

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Stacking his papers neatly, Mr. Auvrice watched as the door shut behind the two men. Mechanically, the aide closed the session, saying, "The Royal Council of Arborus, having diligently fulfilled its legal responsibilities to the extent necessary and proper for the maintenance of order within the Commonwealth of Arborus, is hereby adjourned. Cases scheduled for presentation today are cancelled; concerned parties will refile with the Clerk for presentation at a later date. Senators, you are now dismissed."
Waking the sleeping King behind him, he withdrew from under the monarch's hands a paper riddled with splotches. Not caring for the doodles, he crumpled the paper and threw it in the metal bin under his desk, whose wrought iron crows seemed to smile in the shadows.

03-Jun-2010 05:19:13

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