Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 28, 2013 12:19:32 GMT -5
2nd of April, 23 CLE - Institute of War
With hurried steps, Tybresa strode through the hallways of the Institute, painfully made aware of how late she was running.
Heavens, she thought. Had she not learned the first time, from the meeting with the Chronokeeper?
Things had been positively chaotic today - the open meeting of the Council of Equity regarding the situation of Demacia had been pleasantly commenced on the same day the meeting of the Stewards was supposed to happen, only for it to drag on far longer than it should have ...
This is certainly forcing the limit of the academic quarter, she thought bitterly as she increased her pace, turning into a light jog instead.
...
Panting slightly, she let her hands rest on the great doors of the Steward Meeting Room, trying to catch her breath and calm down the rampant beating of her heart before she entered. Lightly pinching the bridge of her nose for good luck, Tybresa parted the doors and entered with a confident stride, keeping her head up high as she swept her gaze around the room.
It was as expected, the large and circular chamber where the Stewards would hold their council was drowned in the shadows save for a single ceiling light that shone over the massive wooden table. She was pleased to see that all the Stewards were present and seated down, their hoods pulled over their features as to symbolize the equity amongst them all.
She went around the table to assume her own, northernmost seat, with her back against the window that should have illuminated the chamber, had the drapes not been pulled. A part of the Steward Crest had been embroided on each side of the drapes, forming the entirety of the sigil whenever they were pulled together.
Tybresa cleared her throat loudly enough to get the attention of the stewards, should they somehow missed her entrance, each step she took accompanied by the sharp clicking of her heels. She would speak in a collected voice.
My apologies for the lateness - indubitably you have heard that the Councilors have decided to have the war council regarding Demacia's situation today and it had dragged on longer than I would have liked ...
She let out a sigh as she arrived at the seat, but did not allow herself to rest - instead, she clapped her hands together, speaking the usual introduction speech that would signal the beginning of the meeting.
Brothers and sisters, on this day we gather here once again, to discuss what has happened, is happening, and will happen within the Institute of War, as it is our duty from the moment we spoke our oaths as Stewards.
Forever serving, never faltering.
She would patiently await for each and every steward to speak out the last line, an important oath and motto of the Stewards, before she could proceed.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jul 13, 2013 14:12:24 GMT -5
"Forever serving, never faltering." Ethan spoke, matched by every other Steward at the table. Their numbers had never felt so small before. He'd taken a moment to look over the rest in the intervening period before Tybresa's arrival. From his position beside the end of the table, no one looked ready for a meeting. Fidgeting, twitching, looking around for something to occupy their time.
They'd never been busier, with everything that had been going on. But that was exactly why they had gathered, was it not? His attentions returned to the present as he finished speaking their motto. The senior would know where she wanted to start, and hopefully this time, there would be no talk of sudden succession.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jul 18, 2013 5:45:38 GMT -5
Tybresa nodded her head as she would let her hands fall back to her side, only to prop them on the table's surface as she leaned on it. She would look around once again, this time taking her time to scrutinize each and every gaze concealed under the hoods, that of her brothers and sisters in duty. Some of them were cold and unreadable, others had concern written all over them - what they had in common was that now, they all stared intently at her, expectantly so, waiting for whatever was such an earth-shattering matter that required them to drop out of their day's schedule to attend this meeting.
Tybresa swallowed dryly before she nodded her head once again, letting her gaze wander as she spoke out calmly, though she inadvertently let a trace of weariness show.
"Stewards. We are all aware of what is happening outside our halls and beyond our walls ... the dead are rising and amassing at Demacia's walls, having reaped their bounty off her countryside. And now they seek to usurp the very city itself. As soon as the news reached our ears, the Council of Equity has promptly answered and would immediately set out by the morrow."
She paused, allowing herself to meet the cold, blue eyes of Steward Ramseyt, before she broke it off and continued her speech. "As expected, the Stewards will play their part in this matter, as well - if not quite a big one. The High Councilors have tasked me and one more from our ranks to participate in a ritual that, we hope, will turn the tide to our favor."
She paused once again, this time letting her gaze rest on the smooth surface of the table. "But before I can proceed to choosing one, we first need to see for ourselves. Our numbers are ... distressingly meager. Taking away two of our numbers will cripple the Council and the Institute of War even more. We cannot allow that. As such, I have decided that the first task on our agenda would be seeing to the recruits that have applied in the last month."
She straightened her back and looked towards Ethan, raising her hand to gesture at him. "I trust you have brought their personal records for our meeting today, Steward Ramseyt?" He would feel the gazes of the other Stewards rest upon him, expectantly waiting his answer, before Tybresa added. "In alphabetical order...?"
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Aug 12, 2013 11:51:59 GMT -5
"Of course, Senior Steward."
Ethan's hands busied themselves immediately in his briefcase, sorting through the files quickly and brandishing a heavy stack, one of three very similar sets. The piece of twine keeping them bound was swiftly untied and done away with and Ethan quickly distributed the individual documents to each member of the Council, giving the last to Tybresa and keeping one for himself.
They all read identically, the first page a simple "Grace Longshire" in bold lettering. Simple, plain, but the contents were as rigorously in-depth as they could possibly be. Of course, they each contained every bit of information that would be important to the majority of the League. Ranking, Arcanum Majoris grades, enrollment and graduation date, a complete listing of every match she had ever taken part in, as well as various bits of text that pertained to her notable actions in the field.
Ethan was nothing if not exacting and once the humdrum statistics had been read through, every member of the Council would find a much more personal account of any bit of information Ethan could get his hands on. He'd been to anyone he could find, immediate superiors, acquaintances, any possible lead he could find, searching for any little bit of light he could shed on Ms. Longshire's character. Anyone who had filed reports on her notable accomplishments was asked to give a more personal rendition of her involvement as well.
And there it all was, noted for the Council's use. Were it not for the hood, Ethan would have a slight but altogether noticeable smile on his face. He was proud of it, even though he'd had a very narrow margin of time to complete it in, he'd been sure to go above and beyond.
Perhaps... A step beyond the realm of acceptable behavior. Still, for every person he'd questioned, many gave short, quick answers, confused why they were being quizzed on another summoner.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2013 11:52:59 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Aug 13, 2013 12:19:14 GMT -5
As Steward Ramseyt unfolded himself under the watchful gazes of the Stewards, Tybresa couldn't help herself from smiling fondly as she absentmindedly followed the distribution of the files. She often wondered about giving Ramseyt a commendation - indeed, throughout her entire 'reign', he turned out to be a very indispensable member to the Council ... and a reliable man to lean on when the Steward's duty became too overwhelming, even for herself.
Her eyes snapped back to focus as the last files was offered to her by Ethan - she nodded curtly in gratitude and accepted them, before laying them down before the table. She did not open them, not immediately - she had glimpsed at each and every one of them prior to the meeting, directly after each applicant submitted their request to join.
What she did, however, was to look at each Steward in turn as they studied the folder, making out the soft murmur of their lips as they mouthed out key words they found impressive, or at least noteworthy. The corners of her lips twitched upward as she nodded to herself and turned her attention to her own papers. She flipped through, but not before reading each and every line on the paper with utmost attention.
A handful of moments passed, during which each Steward had time at their leisure to get a first impression on the candidate. Tybresa herself, was impressed with Ramseyt's diligence - she found interesting pieces of information that only confirmed the promising character Grace Longshire seemed to be. Eventually, she straightened her sore back - for she was standing on her feet the entire time, something commonly referred to as 'Seniority's Curse' amongst the Council, before she clapped her hands together to bring the attention of the Stewards onto herself.
I trust each and one of you has had plenty of time to mull over these papers, her voice rang out calmly through the darkened room. After further inspection, I do believe that this is the most promising Steward recruit I have ever seen up to date.
She paused and looked around, trying to get a feeling of what the other members of the Council were thinking. A soft murmur of agreement rumbled through, which only made the Senior Steward smile, before she continued.
If any of you finds any kind of fault to comment on or point out regarding Summoner Longshire's application, then by all means, speak up now ... or remain forever silent. Otherwise, I do not see any reason to dwell on this any longer, for it is as clear as day that Grace was meant to become a Steward.
She paused once again, this time waiting for the reaction and opinions of her fellow stewards - several of them nodded their heads in approval, while others still seemed to hesitate. Tybresa remained silent, not wanting to rush the decision should her fellow Stewards believe it would be necessary to ponder ...
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Sept 12, 2013 12:31:37 GMT -5
Ethan's gaze remained on his fellows while they read, until his attention was called to his superior. Her opinion was correct, throughout all of his information gathering, nothing had been particularly negative about Ms. Longshire's application. Still, he wondered if she were ready. Memories of his own time having recently joined the ranked of the Stewards sprang to mind, his misconceptions of the sheer amount of work that was expected of him, the responsibility that came with it.
Perhaps he could set about illuminating how difficult the position was to the trio of recruits. Either way, it didn't pertain to the matter at hand, as it certainly did not keep any one of them from being accepted. It hadn't stopped Ethan himself, simple adaptation had allowed him to juggle his new duties.
As his fellow Stewards gave their assent, one by one, Ethan remained silent, watching as the last few exchanged hurried glances to test the waters. In an attempt to urge them on, Ethan finally gave a deep nod before returning to his quiet, impassive observation. As luck should have it, the final stragglers seemed to take that as ample motivation, perhaps out of respect, perhaps out of pressure, but for whatever reason, within the passing of but a few lingering seconds, every present Steward had given Grace Longshire her choker.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Sept 16, 2013 10:50:39 GMT -5
Tybresa’s own gaze rested on Ethan, watching him nod deeply before a full anonymous agreement was perceived. She nodded her head and pushed Mr. Longshire’s folder forward, letting it slide in the middle of the table and the strongest center of the light source above. The Stewards mirrored her action, doing the same before they moved on the next candidate.
“This one, I believe everyone is fully aware of, especially with the aftermath of the Void Invasion of Freljord ... Senior Summoner Hildebrand Runeblood. As much as his actions during the assault can be commended …” She paused, her eyes wandering from each hooded individual, a hidden yet indiscernible meaning in her deep pools of blue.
“I believe you will not let that influence your decision altogether.” There was an icy edge in her voice that was hard to discern. She immediately flipped the folder open and read through the contents …
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