Zeradias Mant
Democracy Dies in Darkness
Zeradias sat. In front of him was the length of a rectangular table made of a spectacular hard wood, with a decorative candleset in the center. There was a pitcher of both wine and water around it, along with a small stack of glass cups for those who chose to partake. Zera was one of them, taking a sip of wine from the goblet before him. This would be where his Small Council would meet, to govern the realm and advise the king.
Him and his partner turned Hand, [member="Haedric Forgrin"], had taken advantage of the turmoil in the wake of the mysterious disappearances and sought to impose order on the ecumenopolitan world. There was still much to be done. The Authority had yet to truly dig its roots in, secure it's place in the galaxy - and that is what they would do now.
"The galaxy does not yet know us, Forgrin. We must strengthen and structure ourselves, but we must also seek recognition on the galactic stage.", Zera said, taking another sip from his wine, looking to the elder man.
Him and his partner turned Hand, [member="Haedric Forgrin"], had taken advantage of the turmoil in the wake of the mysterious disappearances and sought to impose order on the ecumenopolitan world. There was still much to be done. The Authority had yet to truly dig its roots in, secure it's place in the galaxy - and that is what they would do now.
"The galaxy does not yet know us, Forgrin. We must strengthen and structure ourselves, but we must also seek recognition on the galactic stage.", Zera said, taking another sip from his wine, looking to the elder man.
[member="Rohlan Verd"]