[center][h3]King Alaric I[i][/i][/h3]
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The last three days had swept by in a blur of magnificence and splendor even Alaric couldn't quite describe. Alaric was a King by both noble and Divine mandate with the Faith itself having cast a vote in his name. A crown rested upon his head and the Second Osterian Kingdom was his, his to govern, to rule, his responsibility. Would it be wrong to say he had enjoyed the ceremony, the spectacle caused by his ascendancy? Even the throne room around him commanded respect, commanded dignity as the purple banners of House Gyre hung upon each stone wall and flew from standards atop the walls. 

His hands clutched the stone arms of his throne as he listened intently to his advisor Thorne whilst his eyes wandered across the assembled nobility. Carved by Dwarves it was said, the Throne was a sight to behold. A great stone seat, it's hard grey surface inlaid with an intricate metal design of an equally fine craft. This seat of power had history, a lineage of Kings and Alaric was to be the latest addition to it's long tale. He would endeavor to make his a worthy one. 

[color=thistle][i]"My Lords and Ladies. We welcome you."[/i][/color] Alaric spoke as he regarded his Council after a grateful nod to his advisor. [i][color=thistle]"We gather here today, as you know in the first of our councils, to talk of the realm. The fate of which lies upon us to protect, to guide and it requires our guidance now. Let us meet these matters swiftly and surely... I am aware that I had made promises of these positions of which we are to discuss, promises I am wont to disregard lest it be for the betterment of the Realm. I will however offer any among you the chance to speak freely now regarding the noble seats of Marshal and Spymaster upon my Council, now that you have all heard what would be required of you."[/color][/i] The King however wouldn't leave an opening before moving onto another, more, sensitive subject.

[color=thistle][i]"Afore you speak however, I wish to entertain the second issue of this evening. This Crown has ordained that the levying of iron, grain and gold under Good Lord Timmault might remain the same until the need for recourse makes itself necessary or until such a time that we face a dire change in the state of our Kingdom."[/i][/color] The King declared.

[i][color=thistle]"Now, I would invite any aspirant for those valued positions of Marshal and Spymaster to step forth, and say your piece so that I might make judgement. Following that, I would invite our honored Cleric of the Faith to represent the most hallowed Church of Vinos."[/color][/i]