[center][h1]The Assembly[/h1][/center]

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“We mustn't forget our neighbors to the north! We've all heard the stories! Should we allow such a place to build its strength enough to challenge us?” The goblin spoke with an eloquent tongue, wearing his fine robe of red. Jewels glittered on his fingers and about his bald head there was a floral signet in the shape of a rose.

To his decree many in that place stood, mostly other goblinfolk, and cheered but were steadily drowned out by the boos. A vast majority of those boos were of beastfolk in a multitude of assortments. Mammalian, reptilian, avian… Full, half and marked. The few Syllianth in the Forum remained ever still, giving little opinion of their own.

Another goblin, across from him, stood. His own robe white, while he sported a trimmed beard and tied black hair in a bun. Rings lined his fingers and a ring of gold pierced his nose. He spoke with the same eloquence, if not in a deeper pitch. “Stories! Tales! Gossip! These are what assemblyman Rosefield would have you believe in with absolute truth! As it remains, they are just that- rumors.” A few ayes could be heard at that. “Trade has always been steady with Thysia! The Suneater, as you all know,  has shown hospitality to our people and we have to his! Such baseless claims to even suggest he could ever sack this great city, are preposterous!”

The roar of the room answered this decree. When it quieted down, Rosefield spread wide his arms and said, “Let it be known I have no doubt our city, with shining walls, could best even the ocean down south if it were to assail us in one mighty wave! We survived the hordes of demons! We have brought peace to our side of the river and so has the Noble Suneater, with his now vast holdings. We should not dismiss the rumors, even if they are just that! If Thysia is building its strength for a great campaign, why would we not be interested in this! And need I remind anyone that the Fairwater’s have always benefited from such trade between our two states?” The strike was a cunning one but to his words there came much applause and many more whispers. 

Assemblyman Fairwater’s stalwart demeanor was of supreme confidence. “My good assemblyman!” he began, shushing the forum. “You all know me. You knew my father, you knew my eldest sister. Gods rest their souls! Heroes of the invasion! You know my character.” he thumped his chest. “My word has always carried weight amongst ye! I would cut off my own arm in defense of this city, there is no doubt! And I say now, we have nothing to fear from those in that country but if it will alleviate your hearts, let us put a vote to it. As we have always done and will continue to do!” Many shouted in approval, the air thick with a sense of pride. 

“I am in favor of continued peace between our states, who is with me!” A chorus of aye’s flooded the room, from top to bottom. “And all those in favor of strengthening our borders?” he asked next and many gave their own aye’s but it was clear the victor. 

“And peace we shall have, let it be blessed!”

Rosefield glowered and sat back in his seat. Fairwater smiled in that cocky way of his. Truly a voice of reason when you helped line the pockets of those aye’s. The goblinman tightened his fist. They would see. He and his cohorts would make them see. 

Another voice broke into the fray of voices, “Now have any here remarks for Human and Feighdfulc citizenship?”

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A look into the world of politics in the Assembly at Sylann. 
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