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Richard and Benjie are escorted through the winding streets, and towards an innocent enough looking building. A simple hall, but one swarmed by armed guards. The guards all wear identical armors, but the stature of them all varies greatly. Some are barely over 4 feet tall, some seem to be easily over 7 feet tall. They carry a variety of weapons and shields… from regular swords to spears to bows. And most of those guards watch the escorted Strangers as they are brought into the hall.
And once inside, they would find the hall mostly barren. Save for a large table at the center of the hall, 8 beings of different races around the circular table. 7 sit in metal chairs, and 1 of them stands at a podium. The large room is lined with guards and scribes and assistants. There is a voice coming from the direction of the table, a deep female voice. "-wrong to br-" but the voice cuts off as the Strangers enter. As one the 8 beings look towards Benjie and Richard, none of them seeming particularly pleased, save for the woman standing at the podium. She smiles politely, perhaps diplomatically. Arah, the Barbin child that had been sent to fetch them, now runs ahead of the group towards the woman at the podium. As she does, she points towards Genessa and the group with a pleasing smile. And a series of short purrs and growls comes from her throat. The woman at the podium nods to her as she smiles, her own long tail flicking back and forth. Arah nods, as if they had just spoken whole sentences to one another, and then the child moves to the opposite side of the podium, staring wide eyed at the oncoming Strangers.
The woman at the podium now steps away from it. She is Barbin, and she looks like she could be in the age range of a young adult. Her steps are smooth and graceful, as if each little movement was well thought out ahead of time. There is a very fine white fur along her form, and white hair along the evenly colored ears atop her head. But undoubtedly her most striking feature.. those eyes. Thin irises surrounded by an almost crystal quality pale green. Piercing, beautiful. "Lady Orlock. Thank you for showing our guests here. You are welcome to stay, should your duties permit." Her tone is as smooth as her gait. "Allow me.." her words come forth softly as her gaze drifts from Genessa's eyes towards Benjie and Richard "to be the first to welcome you here. Your arrival upon our humble world has been quite the topic of late. We" she motions towards those sitting around the table as she continues "are the Peacekeeping Council, formed to keep serenity between some of the races of this world. We have asked you here.. to put to rest rumors we have been troubled with as of late." She now motions towards a few men standing near the wall, and those men bring 2 simple chairs forward. "I am Chize" pronounced like 'mice' "and I am the head of the Council. Please, sit. I shall introduce our esteemed members before whatever questions might you have." They would notice a third chair near the table, one empty. But ornately decorated, not just normal wooden chairs that have been presented for Benjie and Richard.
Chize now moves back to her podium as she continues. "I am of the southern Barbin tribes, as you may have noticed." Standing now at the podium, she motions to each Council member as she introduces them.
"Gurak, of the Orcneas race." The very large green skinned… man… narrows his eyes at Burton specifically as he sits there quietly. When sitting he looks.. rather massive. Standing, he would be nearly 8 feet tall. Sharp teeth protrude from his jaws.
"Seirye, representing the Zylrel." The red haired woman nods in acknowledgement, her blue eyes carefully looking over Benjie and Richard. She seems very human, save for the fact her ears come to a sharp point. She also seems to be very thin, at least thinner than most at the table. But that's a common trait amongst her people.
"And this… is Osgararika, of the Veda people." The smallish woman turns in her chair to finally look towards the Strangers, and she scowls angrily at them. She is very short in stature, clearly shorter than the others. But she also looks to be all muscle. She wears heavy armor along her form, and while she says nothing verbally… her gaze and posture speak of a harsh dislike of Benjie and Richard.
"Of the Maleese, this is Tirri." The man nods to Benjie and Richard, smiling widely. He actually appears to be human, to the untrained eye of course. He is wearing a light armor, mostly leather and brass plates. "Welcome, Strangers." he says in a pleasent tone before Chize moves on.
"From the southern lands, this is Valbum of the Xanth race." As his name is said, the wholly mechanical being acknowledges it with a nod of his head. He reaches up, tipping the metallic tophat he is wearing. On Earth, he would be called some kind of robot. Each movement of his body is accompanied by the soft whirring of gears or a faint whisper of steam. His voice seems to eminate from his direction. "Honored greetings, soft ones." The voice seems to have a metallic echo to it.
"And this is Varg, representing the Palerme of the plains." Varg is what can only be described as a large vicious wolf on 2 legs. He is nearly 7 feet tall, his form covered in thick grey hair. One of his clawed fingers tap at the table in front of him, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in the scents of the Strangers. His ears flicker as he speaks in a low growling tone. "They stink of dead manticore." He then glances towards the other members of the Coucil. "I like it." Some of them join him in a brief amused chuckle. And Chize doesn't even respond, she just moves onto the last member of the Council.
"And finally… Aenon of the Mon Zennor." The final member seems to have.. a blue-ish sheen to him. As if his skin were coated in some kind of film. He stares towards Benjie and Richard, saying nothing as he does so. They would notice the fins along his arms and head, as well as the webbing between his fingers. But perhaps moreso, they would notice the gill like slits moving back and forth along his neck in a breathing pattern.
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And once inside, they would find the hall mostly barren. Save for a large table at the center of the hall, 8 beings of different races around the circular table. 7 sit in metal chairs, and 1 of them stands at a podium. The large room is lined with guards and scribes and assistants. There is a voice coming from the direction of the table, a deep female voice. "-wrong to br-" but the voice cuts off as the Strangers enter. As one the 8 beings look towards Benjie and Richard, none of them seeming particularly pleased, save for the woman standing at the podium. She smiles politely, perhaps diplomatically. Arah, the Barbin child that had been sent to fetch them, now runs ahead of the group towards the woman at the podium. As she does, she points towards Genessa and the group with a pleasing smile. And a series of short purrs and growls comes from her throat. The woman at the podium nods to her as she smiles, her own long tail flicking back and forth. Arah nods, as if they had just spoken whole sentences to one another, and then the child moves to the opposite side of the podium, staring wide eyed at the oncoming Strangers.
Chize now moves back to her podium as she continues. "I am of the southern Barbin tribes, as you may have noticed." Standing now at the podium, she motions to each Council member as she introduces them.
@Ms.Ezra, @Nomad-22, @Gands, @Dunruffle