[Council Meeting] Ymiden, 718 - Part 2

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Ymiden 1, 718, very shortly after midnight, continued from here

Roughly a half-break after Albarech had called for recess, the meeting was resumed, albeit, with one noticeable absence. Darbytonian Elliott had not returned to the meeting room. It was very unlike the man. Most of the councilors had missed a meeting or had been late at least once during their tenure. But not Elliott. He was always punctual, polite, and professional. He was one of the few that had not used their position on the council to benefit his life. He kept a small cabin to himself, cared for his people, and only stood up when it was necessary. He had no family, but to his friends he was the most loyal a man could possibly be.

Albarech asked Leshli if she'd seen him, she responded that he'd not returned from his smoke. Albarech thanked her, and she returned to her position by the door, leaning against it like she always did, in case she needed to fetch something. "Welcome back to the meeting everyone. It seems Councilor Elliot will not be joining us, though I do not know as to why. But this Council must go on without him. Our current topic at hand is Councilor Mareth's proposal concerning Slags Deep prison."

The entirety of the guests had returned. The Warden sat with his legs crossed, sipping tea, while keeping his eyes locked on Kura, awaiting her proposal, a glint in his eyes, and a teasing smile just barely shown. Cornel Sherapo was smiling bright, having been in a delightful conversation with another woman prior to Albarech speaking. She now paid closer attention as Kura was up next to speak, a smug smirk upon her face. Silence was over the room, in expectation of what Kura proposed.

For the Warden's reputation was wide reaching. He was well known for being a philanthropist, for attending every party, gala, event that Scalvoris had to offer. He always spoke with a kind word, a sharp mind, often found ways to make people both interested and interesting. He tipped heavily, so that even private servants of other wealthy people respected him. He'd never once lost his temper in public, nor did he fail to hold his drink, despite partaking. He was a perfect gentleman in all aspects of his public life. He was also the wealthiest man on the island. And yet, no one knew his name.

"The table is yours Councilor Mareth."
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Kura goes first, then everyone else can go as desired. I will do my best to post in 1 week. It will go Kura's proposal, Faith's proposal on Magic Regulation, then end with Sephira's proposal on Magic in the military.

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Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:24 am

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Kura watched as the rest of the Council agreed to table the discussion of Sephira's proposal until she had a more complete proposal, even the spiteful Merchant. After that it was time for a break, however, and Kura went out to mindle with the crowd, chatting quietly with council members and common folk alike, only pausing to eat a bit. When they all gathered back in the main hall, Kura noticed that Elliot hadn't rejoined them, but she didn't speak until Albarecht Brandel gave her the floor. However, before she stood up, she noticed the look Sherapo was wearing. Sherapo had not been pleased with Elliot's voting, and she didn't trust the head of the Logging Consortium as far as she could throw the council building. She glanced at Elliot's seat again, then stood up.

"May I beg the Council's patience for just one moment." she said, before looking down at the empty space beside her. "Phelan." she called, causing the large black wolf to materialize next to her. "Do us all a favor and see if you can find Elliot, would you?" she asked. The large wolf walked over to Elliot's chair, sniffed it a few times, then left the hall at a trot. Turning back to the council, Kura smiled. "Apologies for the brief delay. Now, to business." she said, before she took a deep breath.

"The prison system in Scalvoris is, while capable of keeping prisoners contained, flawed. To put it bluntly, keeping prisoners is expensive, and nothing is gained in return. Often, when prisoners are released, they just resume their criminal ways, in many cases because they either can't find employment, or have no marketable skills. All we gain for our expense is a delay." she said, before smiling slightly. "Fortunately, I think we can eliminate two problems with one solution. My proposal is simple. We put the prisoners to work, specifically at labor jobs." she said, before she looked up briefly at the audience to gauge their reactions.

"In a bit more detail, there are some jobs we could put the prisoners too that, while not making the Scalvoris government any money, could alleviate some of our costs. Road repair, mining, logging, quarrying, even civil repair if the damage is extensive enough." she said, not looking at Sherapo at the mention of logging. Truth be told, she wanted to break up the monopoly of the Logging Consortium, but she didn't want to make it obvious, just in the off chance that Sherapo was an idiot.

"In addition, we could also put them to work in farming. Now, before anyone asks how we're going to convince a farmer to let us put prisoners on his fields, we're not. I would suggest that these prison farms would be built from the ground up by prisoners, with guards checking to be sure they aren't building escape routes of course. This would at least reduce the costs incurred by feeding prisoners, and if enough is grown, may allow the Scalvoris government to have a reserve stockpile of food, in the event of a famine." she said, her tone calm, though the notion of having a reserve stockpile of food was one she really wanted to see happen.

"Now, as to the care of the prisoners while they are at work, we already have guards, and we're likely to get more from the freed slaves. Whether through the Elements, Blackwood's police proposal when it is finished, or the guards of Slags Deep, if the Warden wishes to lend his aid to this endeavor, I propose that we leave the care and guarding of the prisoners to those who are already equipped and trained for such a task." she said, before pausing a moment. "And I would most certainly recommend allowing any private enterprise that isn't primarily dedicated to the care of prisoners to be allowed involvement with any of the prison work crews. They are not trained to deal with prisoners, and I would consider their involvement to be a security risk, honestly." she said, looking at the rest of the council as she spoke. This was, again, aimed at Sherapo, but also at anyone else who might try to profit off of this endeavor, when Kura would rather anything gained by this program be kept in government hands.

"Now, as to what happens when prisoners are released, well, through this program they will now have markatable skills. I would also suggest that the government, possibly through the Isonomia faction if they are willing, aid in finding them employment, so that they will not fall immediately back into criminal ways. As for those that will fall back into criminal endeavors by choice, well, we can keep a cell reserved for them." she said, smiling slightly. "However, the core of the proposal is this. People are imprisoned because they have been a detriment to the society of Scalvoris. Through this program, they will pay the debt they owe for this deficit, as opposed to just sitting in a cage and costing the government, and by extension our taxpayers, money." she said, before sitting down to let the discussion begin.
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Faith would much rather that they had not taken a break and simply continued. She barely ate at the best of times and, since Padraig had left on this expedition her appetite had, once again, more or less disappeared. Really, though, she would rather go home, where she could hold her babies and smell their hair as she did so, where she could kick off her shoes and pull on a pair of baggy trousers and one of Padraig's pajama tops and feel sorry for herself. But that was selfish and she knew it - she could keep going for a very long time, both because of her training as a slave and because of her blessing from Famula; not everyone was able to do so and most people needed more food than her.

Most small cats did, too, she knew.

But again, it was a hangover from her time as a slave and as such she simply had to get on with it. It was hardly a disadvantage and it didn't bother Padraig any, so she mostly ignored it. Therefore, during the time that she was there, she spoke to a few people, made sure to catch up with Sephira and ask about her sister, Rey'na - who had recently joined the elements, she told her. Other than that, Faith simply drank some water and waited to reconvene.

Which they did and Kura sent Phelan out to look for Elliot, which made sense and put, Faith had to admit, her mind at rest. Yet, she turned her attention to the proposal with her full attention. Once Kura had finished, she lifted her head to speak, and did so calmly and thoughtfully. "Whilst I wholeheartedly agree that the welfare of the prisoners needs to be better looked to," she said, with a slight frown, "There are those in Slag's Deep who are on the lower levels, either those marked with blessings or curses from the Immortals or those who are mages. We can't let them out."

Looking at Kura, who she was sure would have an answer for her very obvious question, Faith asked it as much to prove that her friend had thought it through properly. "My concern is for security. In the prison itself they are contained. I agree completely that they can and should be expected to be contributing to the economy, not draining it, but that can not be at the risk to our citizens."

With a slight shrug, she added, "this ties in with the proposal I have later, regarding the regulation of magics. But one fundamental flaw that the prison has, as I see it, is that it puts together powerful criminals and leaves them alone to sort out a pecking order. That is likely to lead to dangerous repercussions and potentially fatal consequences. I'd like to see this addressed. How would you propose we move forward, Councillor?"
"To be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others."

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The Warden raised a hand aloofly, not giving Kura a chance to respond to Faith. "I do believe I can be of help in this situation. After all, it is my prison being discussed." He stood up, buttoning his jacket, running a hand through his longer hair, smoothing it back over his crown. He faced the council, not the audience, and he addressed them as a whole. "First, I apologize for interrupting this flow of discussion. But I do not wish to see your time wasted without all the facts being present. Second, I would like to apologize directly to Councilors Mareth, Augustin, Nyme, for it seems you were not made aware of the agreement that was struck between myself and the original Council. I do hope this did not cause any embarrassment for you three. I was not aware that this was a topic until I saw it upon the agenda. Had I known, I would have provided the information I'm about to give, ahead of time. But I was not, nor were you made aware, and as such, here we are."

He cast a disapproving gaze among other members of the Council, particularly Albarech, before continuing, "When the Pirate Lords went missing," his eyes growing a bit sad at their mention, "A void was made, one that was filled by this very council. This established the new, budding government we have totrial. I was there at the first meeting, as the Warden of Slags Deep, just as I am now. And an issue had been raised concerning the prison's presence within the government. For those who aren't aware, Slags Deep was founded simply as a mine. It was turned into a prison mine by one of my predecessors. There were very few prisoners in those days, for without a proper justice system, it was up to the various localities, and in some instances, private citizens, to send people to prison. It really wasn't a strong system, for there weren't enough prisoners to keep up with the island's growing demand for our ores, stone, and gems. The prison mine was floundering."

He cast his gaze upon Kura now, and she would be able to recognize his aged eyes. She didn't know him, but it would be obvious that this man was far older than his body appeared, much like herself. "So, when that void was filled, and this council was established, a deal was struck, one that was written by myself, by Councilors Brandel, Fraer, Witchbane, and Liza. This deal was presented to this council and was voted upon, passing." He reached into his jacket, and pulled out a thick roll of papers, bound together with a leather strap. "This is the contract that was signed by that council, by every single member. This same contract has copies present in this building, for I had them copied so that every councilor could have one. Most of the deal is pleasantries and structure, such as the services that Slags Deep and Egilrun exchange for one another's mutual benefit, the cost the Scalvoris government pays per prisoner admitted into the prison, and the discount that Slags Deep gives for goods sold directly to the government."

He uncoiled the contract, passing it to along to the councilors, who quickly passed it to Kura. Being a mortalborn, she could feel how the contract hummed with power. This wasn't a simple contract made by men. This reeked of Vhalar's touch. "However, the most relevant clause grants Slags Deep sovereignty. The prison does not answer to the laws of Scalvoris, nor does it answer to this council. As the Warden, I choose what happens within my prison." He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, "However, I am not an unreasonable man. I feel that Councilors Mareth and Augustin both raise extremely valid points, and this is a discussion I would love to hear continued. But make no mistake. Any proposal this council creates is simply that. A proposal that I must approve, plain and simple. If you wish to house your prisoners elsewhere, that is your prerogative. But if you wish to use Slags Deep, I must be included in the conversation."

He nodded at the Council, casting a teasing glance at Kura, "Thank you for your time, if you have any questions concerning my prison, I'm always eager to answer them." The man returned to his seat, unbuttoning his jacket, sitting down, neither smug nor worried. He sat there among the palpable air in the audience, the air rife with surprise. Hardly anyone on the island knew that Slags Deep had been granted sovereignty, it was simply something the original council had never mentioned to anyone after signing the contract. And now, various members of the council wore subtle looks of shame, though Albarech was rather clearly containing a rage within him. But no one spoke, and most eyes were on the man that plucked a tooth pick from his breast pocket, and popped it in his mouth, lightly chewing on the tip in the corner of his mouth.

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MODBOMB. You might be asking yourself, "But Aegis, this is your thread, why are you modbombing it?" And the answer to that is simple. Cuz it makes sense to do so in this instance. The round resets. So everyone can post again and continue as sees fit, with no particular post order.

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Thu Aug 16, 2018 7:52 pm

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The Special Assistant sat stone faced as the Warden spoke. Her eyes flared with subtle hues of onyx and dark blue. There was something about him that set her on edge and she certainly didn’t appreciate his tone with the councilors.

The Warden was a man that Sephira had never personally dealt with before. She didn't deal in the judgement and punishment of criminals, her role rested on the other end of the process in investigating and apprehending them. But everyone knew that the warden of Slag’s Deep was an incredibly powerful and wealthy man, now they had an inkling as to why. He was clever, in a dangerous sort of way and it made Sephira’s skin crawl to listen to him speak.

Her eyes flicked up to Kura and Faith’s own. There was a power dynamic in the room and it tipped away from the council and toward the warden. How on Idalos he had managed to get sovereignty granted to his prison, the mage would never truly know. She didn’t think it was as simple as he was making it sound.

There was virtually nothing that the Element could do to assist the councilors. Politics was not her forte and right now they stood in an arena commanded by sharp tongues rather than bloodied blades. Her eyes snapped back to the warden with a dangerous gleam in them. How far did this man’s influence go? How many other secrets did he have hidden away in his back pocket?

She was tempted to attune to him, but Sephira made a point not to use her magic on presumably innocent civilians. But the thought was an attractive one nonetheless. The control of magic and mages was literally on the agenda, she couldn’t just start breaking rules that were likely about to be written.

With that tantalizing thought hanging within her mind, Sephira waiting instead to see what was said next. It was not her place to speak now, that time would have to wait for later.
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