Ashan 41, Arc 719The previous trial - after acquiring the fealty of all four of the Kokkinos - had been spent learning of them, as individuals, and then Miletos; and Tyros as a whole. Alistair had made clear almost immediately that his ambitions stretched further out than just the island's eastern region, as beautiful as it was. As such, much of their deliberations and teachings informed him of Tyros and its greater history, and involving more than just recent tragedies or the plethora of things the people might have been wary of. Alistair learned of their theaters and performances, the stories they told just for recreation and the stories they truly believed; of demi-gods, of heroes and hell, of an underdark to reality that had begun to brew where all Gods were darkly mirrored. There were so many stories they told, and some would catch fire and spread through the region and embed into their heroic Pantheon. Some would even become scripture.
He also learned - most intimately - of Demetrion and Tylema. But that was a story for another trial.
The men had made a decision to present their fealty at the dawn of the following trial. They often spoke of important things on the first day of every deca-trial, or so they called it, such as the first, eleventh, twenty-first, and et cetera. These 'important things' might oft be theatrical performances by locals seeking to acquire fame, or they might be stories of dark tidings from Tyros' outlying lands, or even other Helian islands. Regardless, all topics needed to be approved by the Argonis beforehand, as the team technically owned the square for criers to ventilate their truths and for stories to be shared and announced.
In this case - though somewhat common - the topic was raised by the Argonis themselves. And because of that, they knew that everyone would attend. Particularly considering the mage's rather controversial intrusion into their lands, and the series of meetings and gatherings that followed. Though much of the controversy had calmed and many saw the merit of Alistair's presence, many others feared what change he might bring.
Regardless, they stood in the town square. Tylema, Kyriakos, Arios, Demetrion and Alistair. They had multiple things to announce -- it was more than just the one. Arios, their Delta and the most revered among them, had been elected to speak upon these matters. They were, to him, of significant weight even moreso than with the rest of them.
The five men all wore identical attire, of matching colors. A tunic, cut before the knees, of short sleeves and an open, circular collar that revealed the men's collars and the uppermost corners of their pectorals. It was a common outfit for Argonis to wear on public occasions, and they all wore it well, even Tylema. The colors were an imperial purple-magenta with golden-bronze embroidery, the same royal colors as the team they represented. Miletos was a rich region and the Kokkinos, as a result, wore the colors of wealth. Shades of purple were, after all, exceedingly rare upon fabrics and even dyes.
What was interesting was Alistair's inclusion into these colors. Many looked upon him... the tall, stalwart man with a seemingly transparent golden glow all around him. And he wore their shades, and fit them well, and stood proud among the Argonis as if he were among their rank.
Or perhaps higher.