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The Duke of Venora stands trial.

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39th Day of Saun
717th Arc
The penultimate day of Saun was a sombre day for Rynmere - a complete dichotomy to the first day, where celebrations had been rife with the union of two noble houses. Despite general happiness, there had been enough whispered about the worries surrounding the marriage: Andaris was powerful enough… to join with Krome, the first-born child would surely one day be the most powerful in the kingdom. Many had realised this, and nobles and commoners alike shared anxious glances.

Rumours spread further when the heir to the Duchy of Venora accused his father of the most heinous of crimes. While two families grew in influence and power, another seemed to be crumbling from the inside. All eyes were on the Venoran House. As it was, the rising of a junior member of the line, Tristan Venora, to his own seat of power had caused enough rumour. Not enough time had passed to see if the move by Cassander had made the family stronger, or whether a rift would be created. And what of the daughter - that was suspicious enough, commoners thought.

Now that the Duke was to sit trial for his crimes, even the most slow-witted of commoners knew how much this arc could shake the very foundations the Kingdom stood upon.

The trial, set for the 39th Day of Saun, was a closed one. The Venoran descendants, of course, had been invited, and some would even take the stand. Further to this, any person of noble blood ranked as a Baron, Baroness or above, had also been invited. It was custom, of course, for the King to be present, and so he would be. Regally dressed and with sombre expression, he would, by happenstance, arrive at the courtrooms at the same time as his newest Duke. They would share a few words: the King would update Tristan the training of Harley, and the Duke would formally introduce the King to his daughter, who now looked to be about an arc old. It was a short conversation, but the King clearly missed his friend, and he held the highest ranking member of the Venoran family (other than the accused) back to enter with him because of it.

The unrelated nobles would have been welcomed and escorted to seats. They would have a number of bits before the session began and quiet whispers were heard around the room. Unlike the common folk, not a single conversation seemed to be related to the reason they were all together. They talked about flowers, the weather, charity events. It was typical of landed gentry, really; it would not do to be seen gossiping.

The Venoran family, save the accused and his two remaining children, were offered seats together, though some chose to sit with other nobles. Alistair and Andráska Venora entered mere moments before the King and his companion. Conversation died and people looked up as they noticed their arrival. The two sat, side-by-side and united, at the front before the judge. There would be no jury; the audience would act as such, in their own way. Finally, the accused entered, dressed as finely as the King. And last, Judge Pavoo, who would be presiding over the case.
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As explained in the above post, this is a semi-open thread. Those expected to partake are Alistair, Andráska and Tristan Venora. Other Venoran PCs (of any rank) are most definitely welcome to attend. For any Noble PCs who are not of House Venora, you must carry the rank of at least Baron/Baroness to be invited.

If you do not meet these requirements but believe your PC should be in attendance, please PM me. Anyone posting without contacting me will have their post considered void and potentially deleted.

Best of luck, guys. This is going to be a sticky one.
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They were all assembled, everyone of any matter to him in this Kingdom. The people he once aspired to be - the people he resembled now, the people who he aspired not to resemble. The malignant father, the neglectful and spiteful waif he called a mother. The law, run by the honorable, venerable, incompetent David Krome. Duke Tristan of Oakleigh, a cousin and ally from a distance... Andraska, his younger brother and sole remaining sibling.

Were they all here? Lady Lyanna Solange of Masienne? Ebony, former Duchess of Venora? Karl, the former Duke? The witnesses he'd asked for, aside from Andraska and Tristan - had they all come? And what of the liars his father would bring? Tamlen, from his own Barony, was susceptible to treachery by means of his ambition. Members of courts, servants, maids... all familiar faces were suspicious ones. His father played hands and scarcely lost them, he fought with lies and secrets. The man was a disciple of Audrae, and he played the game well.

The nobleman looked on. To have the heir of a Duchy accuse the presiding rulers of that Duchy of... molestation, abuse, neglect, dereliction of duty, immorality... it was an immense thing to perform. It had never been done before, not from what he knew. Never once in the Kingdom's life had the heir made such accusations against their own parents - but then, this was no trivial situation. It was not a daily thing, nor a thing that came even through many arcs passing.

The things his father had done... the things his mother had been complicit to, or laid silent upon... they were rare. Regardless of whether or not their positions fell to him, he did not care. Even if he lost, he didn't care. He'd have his justice. One way or another.
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A lot was going on in Rynmere at the moment. Tristan didn’t care much about the marriage between Xander Krome and Celeste Andaris and the political implications thereof as long as they left Ayla and him alone. The fact that anti-noble sentiments were on the rise was a cause for some concern. What worried him the most at the moment was the trial against his aunt and uncle though. He was pretty sure that the rumours were true, and he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if – no, when – his aunt and uncle were found guilty.

In his letter Alistair had claimed that he wasn’t doing it for power, that he didn’t even want the duchy. Who would become duke then? Andráska? Atolini? While he loved his sister dearly he couldn’t really see her taking care of Venora. And what about Alistair? Had he become the man he was now because of the horrors he had suffered at the hands of the people that had been supposed to love him and take care of him? Had Zvezdana done what she had done because of the way her parents had treated her? Had Andráska turned to drugs and alcohol to forget what his mother and father had done?

Had Teddy, his beloved little brother, committed suicide because Uncle Kaleb had molested him?

He hugged Ayla tightly as he approached the courtrooms with her in his arms and prayed to Zanik and Ilaren and all the Immortals that he knew (save for Aelig because Aelig was evil) that she would never have to suffer like that, that he’d be able to protect her from that part of their family.

That trial Tristan wasn’t dressed in flashy colours. Instead he was wearing a black suit that was, while of good quality, comparatively plain and appropriate for the occasion. He wasn’t here to show off and attract any more attention than he normally would, he was here to support his relatives. Little Ayla was wearing a pale blue dress that matched the color of her eyes. She was unware of what was happening around her and looked at all the unfamiliar people with interest. She hadn’t been to Andaris very often yet.

“Your Royal Majesty!” For the first time since he had left Oakleigh Tristan smiled. He was glad to see his friend again. He hadn’t talked to him very often since he had moved to the Eastern Settlement. “May I present my daughter, Ayla Venora, to you?” he asked and showed him the little girl. Ayla looked just like Faith, apart from her blue eyes, and she giggled as she noticed the king. In that moment Tristan didn’t wonder if his daughter was magical or a Mortalborn of Aelig or suffered from a terrible disease that made her age faster than normal – at three seasons of age she was already beginning to talk and would soon start walking – he was just genuinely proud of the little girl.

He made no mention of her mother though – because he had no idea who she was. Faith had assured him that Ayla wasn’t her daughter.

Of course he enjoyed hearing about Harley, the dog he had given to Cassander the trial he had been made a duke. Perhaps there would be more time for them to catch up later on, before he returned to Oakleigh, but for now he entered the room together with the king – which, he was aware, was quite an honor. Normally he would have been overjoyed, but now most of his thoughts were with Alistair again. There had been a time when he had almost hated his cousin, but now he couldn’t help but wonder how he was coping. If it had been him, sitting in front of the judge, he would probably have had a mental breakdown.

He cast a glance at him before he sat down. As his aunt and uncle entered the room, he looked away on purpose though. He didn’t want to have anything to do with them anymore.
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Alistair was taking a step into the courtroom when Andraska materialized beside his brother, dressed in his full Ouroboros Guard armor. He had been working this morning, discussing security in the upcoming days. It made him appear larger; brighter. The sunlight poured through the courtroom windows and danced upon his armor, casting them both in a holy brilliance. His brother's letter was tucked tightly under his gauntlet, and he moved confidently, even if he was apprehensive on the inside. Together they were charging their father for his crimes against the family, but Andras knew if Alistair had his way, his mother would be accused just as well. On that, they disagreed.

Alistair believed her to be a monster, some cruel beast that reveled in her children's misery, sacrificing them. Andras remembered a different woman - someone in an unhappy marriage, abused and scared. She had to survive, and her environment molded her. And yet... when it came to her youngest, she did not always turn the blind eye. More than once after Kaleb's assault on him, Willow would sneak into the room and scoop him into her arms, soothing the bruised child, singing lullabies into his ear and running her hands through his hair. After some time, Andraska had come to resent it - how weak Kaleb made him feel, with his belittling words and beatings, the feeling only amplified by his mother's gentle hands in the aftermath. He closed his eyes momentarily and exhaled a deep breath, each step he took in time with his sibling's.

He smiled politely at the audience, thinking he recognized a few faces and then spotted his cousin among the rest of them. He wished he could greet Tristan, joke with him, perhaps. Instead, he was forced to keep walking until both he and Alistair found their seats and settled down. He glanced at the faux brunette beside him, wondering what he would be required to say, and knew that he wasn't doing this for his brother, but for the deceased.

For Zvezdana, to make up for his actions against her. For taking her life. The Immortals of Justice, Truth and Lies had kept him alive for a reason. Would their support affect this trial? Would any of it matter? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, thinking of what Pre had said to him that day in the Rharne hospital, "You saved this city from that beast and you will continue to do great things. You still have so much left to do in this world."

Was it possible, he wondered, with the help of his brother, he could save another city from a different beast? He leaned back in his chair and looked quite in control, "Are you ready?" he whispered to Alistair, knowing the only thing that had ever truly scared Andraska had been their father. But he knew he had faced scarier monsters since - ones he couldn't escape or persecute - and patted his brother on the shoulder, despite their recent disagreements.

Today, it was judgment day.
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Atolini was in attendance with her brother, she had a bothersome look on her face that was bordering loathsome. She was here to support her brother Tristan, while the family bickered themselves into squalor. Anti noble sentiment was on the rise, and it was because of shit like this. Now not only did her uncle allegedly have relations with her deceast brother Teddy, now he had the audacity to call the kettle black. They were bad stock on Willows side, you could see it in Andraskas hungry eyes there was no genuine pity for what his brother alleged only greed. She pegged him as the type to find his justice at the bank. She cared little for either of them, believing but not wanting to believe Theodores suicide letter that alleged aligations of a sexual nature with Alistair that led to his demise when hed been nonchalantly dismissed by his cruel and capricious whim. Part of her wanted this to be a hoax some elaborate ploy by some fiendish peon but she knew that shade was coming and this was going to be addressed when the family started airing dirty laundry.

It was a miracle her brother was able to escape as Duke of Oakleigh, and she was satisfied to be there playing games and not caring in her fanciful do whatever she wanted no work all play lifestyle. Tristan was right about Atolini, she didn't give a shit about venoras now as she had half a mind to discuss changing her name to Atolini Oakleigh. But her brother certainly needed man power, and it wasn't the time to start offending her Grandmother. Checks and balances, she just wanted to go hunting. But she would suck it up despite frivolous affairs being both exhaustive and taxing on her spirit.

Fuck justice there was none for Theodore, she wanted the shit show concluded as they were going to degrade themselves to monkeys throwing feces at each other.

And that's how they were going to see grandma ebony shipped off from this world, feeling like a damn failure. She felt anxious and did not want to be in the court room when the family further besmirched there declining reputation.
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Lei'lira walked into the court house with more that a little apprehension, and took a seat among the rest. She didn't know why she was even there. Or rather she did...but she didn't know why she had been summoned to take part in this. Several trials before, her family had sent a messenger bearing a message. The message itself had been short, and to the point. No greetings, polite or otherwise. No asking how she, or the kids were doing, no news about themselves, and certainly none of the normal things you would think to find in a letter from one family member to another. The message had simply stated that she had to be at the court house in Andaris today in order to represent the Warrick family at an important trial.

She had considered ignoring the summons. Lei'lira had wanted nothing more than to simply throw it away and forget about it. What would the Warricks have done if she had? Disown her? In some ways, she almost wished that they would. But she was afraid that they might try to take her farm away. It had been her father's, and it was possible that her grandparents had some right to it through him now that he was gone. There were also the children to consider. Teirue, Lil'ari, Kei'iru, and Atreyas had been commoners before she had adopted them; they still were in the sense that her family refused to acknowledge their existence. Lei'lira was afraid that if she refused this summons, the Warricks might decide to find a way to make her adopted children's lives miserable. Or, if they were really feeling vindictive, they might try to find a way to take them away from her. Nothing was worth that. Lei'lira would never do anything that might hurt her children, adopted, or otherwise.

So it was for those reasons that she had packed up Tiran, Taerin, Kaien, and Eri, and reluctantly made the seven trial ride into Andaris. The other children had wanted to stay home rather than make the long trip into the city, and Lei'lira couldn't blame them. So she had agreed, and asked a neighbor to look in on them each trial. That way, they could take care of the farm while Lei'lira was gone. Lei'lira felt guilty about asking the children to do it, but they seemed to be eager for the challenge. And the neighbor she had asked to keep an eye on them had several sons that would be happy to help since it would mean a chance to exercise Lei'lira's horses.

Lei'lira was uncertain what the trial she had been summoned to attend was for, or who was being put on trial. It wasn't something that she felt comfortable asking about, either. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, and she knew that she would find out what the trial was about once it began. Others in the audience made polite conversation about inconsequential things, such as the weather. Lei'lira ignored them in favor of tending to her children. Eri sat beside her holding the twins while she herself held Kaien. The younger boy tended to fuss if she wasn't holding him while he was awake, and the last thing she wanted was for him to start crying during the trial. The guards at the entrance had wanted to deny Eri permission to enter the courthouse, but her position as Lei'lira's slave, and her obvious need for help with the children had changed their minds.

When the king entered the room and took his seat, Lei'lira frowned. She would never forgive him for ordering Lazuli to be tortured. But he wasn't seated near her, and she wasn't stupid enough to say anything of her feelings towards the king. Soon after the king took his seat, the crowd fell silent, and Lei'lira assumed that the trial was about to begin.
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He had arrived the trial of. Whispers from people he held in high regard had finally gotten to him. The rumors were juicy as they were infuriating to him. So he just had to see it for himself. He slipped from the alleyway he had been standing in moments before the honored guests arrived. The man slipped up the stairway and walked past the guards without them saying a word. He looked the part of nobility, so why even bother with stopping him. This affair was for the rich and blooded after all.

There was a buzz of commentary from a variety of parties. Women of the high class were complimenting each other on their look for this shindig. Men were idly chatting about the weather and the profit their lands or businesses were seeing. Few of the lesser folk permitted were tittering about the affair itself. House Venora was crumbling from the inside out. Tales of molestation from father to son. Whispers that the daughter was dead and gone or off rampaging in another region; no one could be sure. Even whispers about the King himself and his bride-to-be. This world had been built on lies and scandal. He hated it.

The courtroom was expansive and easy for him to hide in. He sat in the middle, amongst the lesser aristocratic group. His tailed suit was stuffy and tight. The man wasn't used to having to confine himself this way. He left his top hat on, much to the chagrin of the lady behind him. Her hair was just as big, but like everyone else, she only thought of her own needs. He ran a hand down his clean shaven face before placing it with his other on the knob of the cane he carried. Beautiful wood with a simple golden circle at the top. Even the shoes appeared new, gleaming in the sunlight that passed through the windows.

Now it was time to watch and wait. To see how everything would unfold before his very eyes.


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Whisper and I have discussed my post. I will not be interfering further unless she requests it. Besides, it wouldn't be a Venoran party without me watching. Good luck everyone.


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Xander was there for one purpose, to witness the outcome of the trial and support a friend in his time of need. He did not care for idle chit chat and so he did little, instead choosing to stay close by his wife. It had been nearly a whole season since he and Celeste had wed and yet eh was still not used to introducing himself as 'Xander Andaris'. His old name had been all he had known for his entire life and now it was a mere memory, still he viewed himself as both now, a dragon and a wolf and nothing could change that. He held Celeste's hand tightly as they made their way into and through courtroom to find seats.

There was no hiding her pregnancy, it was blatantly obvious that she was with child as they came to an isle with less people and moved along to take their seats. The whole while Xander's kept a close eye out for the Venoran brothers, both of which seemed to be seated at the front. They were ready for their roles in this no doubt, it was rotten what their father had done and he was impressed by their ability to have taken this path. He had failed at first to take such a path and had let anger fuel his past decisions.

"Many have come, I did not expect such a turn out." He looked around the crowded room and carefully pushed his hair up on his head. He was dressed well this trial, a dark grey suit sat well on his build along with a dark blue shirt and tie. He hated to wear such clothes but knew he had too. "I wish I didn't have to wear this thing." He murmured to Celeste and fidgeted with his tie.

Still as he fidgeted he was always calmed and soothed by her presence and the sight of her swollen stomach, their baby growing within. "Are you okay?" He spoke quietly and carefully but he was quite that Celeste understood why he was asking. Others, if they heard, would likely make the connection to the pregnancy and there was a chance Celeste would too, however, with the context it was likely more obvious.

They were now left to wait for it to begin, Xander knowing it would not be quick.
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Celeste was tired. Tired and fat and longing for the trial where she saw her feet again. Since their wedding, Celeste's pregnancy had become more and more noticeable, not that it was hidden then and she had complained to Xander that morning that she had no intention of 'waddling' her way into this courthouse. So, her high heel shoes had come out, her nice cream dress which was cool from the unbearable Saun heat and was pretty yet formal. Xander knew how much the heat was bothering her, but Celeste did her very best to not let it show and mostly, she did well. Her make up was carefully applied so that it hid the spots of red which flamed on her cheeks and Celeste had appeared to master the art of seeming to be holding gently on to Xander, whilst actually leaning on him. The progressing pregnancy was going fine, but the heat was just too much and she had fainted more than once over the season.

Not this trial, though, not if it killed her.

So, they made their way and Celeste kept her eyes out for Andraska. He was, after all, her friend and she hoped and prayed that he was coping alright with this. She would not have attended for anyone else, in truth, because she was suffering so much from the heat but wild horses would not keep her away from supporting her friend.

"Don't fidget, darling. You look very handsome when you don't. And somewhat younger when you do." Her lips lifted in a smile even as she murmured that to her husband. "This trial, I feel you need to be the Alpha, not my pup, yes?" Her hand squeezed gently and she refrained from pointing out that him complaining about feeling uncomfortable was rather like her bemoaning a pimple to a leper. Had anyone else done so, Celeste would have very acerbically told them so. Pregnancy had completely destroyed her polite-filter, she was quite sure.

But, somehow, when he did it, it was adorable.

Was she alright? She looked at him and her brown eyes met his with a real understanding of what he was actually asking. "You're here with me. With us." The hand that was not in his rested on her stomach and she nodded. "I'm fine. Proud of my friend. And yours, I suppose." Oh, her ability to be nice filter was fairly mashed up too, "If I must," she grumbled. But her eyes were on him and she nodded. Yes, she was fine. Whilst they waited, she looked around and, should she meet Andraska's eyes she would smile a tight smile and nod. She was here, that smile said, as she always would be.

And Celeste paid attention to who was here and, more importantly perhaps, who was not. It was all ammunition and she stored it like a miser. All the while, fanning herself with the small lace fan she had in her purse.
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With everyone invited in attendance, the court came to order. Pavoo Burhan, the most honourable judge in the province, sat above them all on his platform, the back of his chair high and austere. He observed the crowd, offering a gracious nod the each of the nobles in attendance, and a particularly sweeping half-bow to the King himself. Pavoo rapped his gavel on the wooden platform, sending sharp raps out to command the attention of all seated. The two plaintiffs, one whose raiment showed extravagance and the other's whose armoured countenance belied his reliable and loyal nature, sat side-by-side, a few feet away from those accused.

Kaleb and Willow both sat, unwilling to look at their two remaining children. Pavoo, whose face was an empty slate, observed the opening ceremonies with a dutiful air. As all eyes fell on him, including those of Alistair's and Andraska's, Pavoo cleared his throat. The room was quiet enough that the beating of hearts could be heard, and none of those in attendance, even the king himself, would break the silence before Pavoo.

"It is on this trial, the thirty-ninth day of Saun in the seven-hundred-and-seventeeth arc, that the Venoran Lords Alistair and Andraska accuse their parents, the Duke and Duchess Kaleb and Willow Venora, of gross indecency, molestation, dereliction of duty and irreverence under the eyes of the Seven. This inquiry into these allegations will begin with an examination of the stories from the accusers, and a defense from the accused. Each side has brought witnesses to testify before the court, and upon hearing their sides, I will retire to make a decision. Under the watchful eyes of the Seven, I am Judge Pavoo Burhan, and I swear to uphold the tradition and integrity inherent to my position."

Silence answered him, and he nodded with an air of authority. Raising a hand, palm up, Pavoo prompted Alistair to rise from his seat. A baliff, a man dressed in the armour of the Iron Hand, escorted Alistair to a wooden chair, well made but without ornamentation. Alistair was instructed to sit in the chair, facing his family members, his peers and those in attendance that had come to witness this historic trial. Pavoo, from the judge's seat, looked to Alistair, clearing his throat to command attention. All eyes once again returned to the head of the Burhan house, and he took a deep breath before addressing those gathered again.

"Alistair Nathaniel Venora, first in line to assume the Duchy of your namesake, you stand this trial to accuse your father of molestation and abuse, and your mother of compliance with these charges. You have been asked to provide suitable evidence and witnesses to support your claims, and I am told that you have done so. I am going to allow you to examine these witnesses yourself, here in front of the ever-watching eyes of the Seven and those present. They have all, prior to now, sworn their testimonies as true. If their testimony is proven to be false, and they allege that you have bribed them for perjury, this case will cease to be tried and your claims will be thrown out. You will become a wanted criminal of the Crown, and then sentenced to imprisonment for a term to be decided upon at a later time. Do you swear to the veracity of your testimony, as well as to the integrity of those brought forth before the court to verify your allegations?"

Upon Alistair's agreement to the terms, Pavoo sat back and rested his gavel on the bench. He never smiled, was never inviting or friendly. He was the cold face of the law, and if the trial went the way of Alistair and his accusations, he would be the dispensing hand of justice. It all depended on the testimony of the witnesses for both sides.
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Okay folks, here it is.

I have elected to take over this thread, and as such, it's going to take on a strange structure. From this point forward, Alistair will ask his witnesses to come forward in this order:

1. Tristan Venora
2. Lyanna Solange
3. Karl Venora
4. Andraska Venora

As he does this, Alistair will have 2 rounds maximum to ask questions and responses of his witnesses. If it is a PC that he is questioning, the round will end after both have posted. If it is an NPC, the round will end after Alistair posts, and then I do as the NPC. Those in attendance not directly involved in the trial, feel free to post your reactions / hushed interactions in the interim. However, try not to post more than once per round, as to avoid me having to read a billion posts.

When his testimonies conclude, I will have Kaleb's witnesses take the stand, and much of that will afford you all only reaction posts. This thread will end in one of three spots: 1. Alistair's claims are substantiated, and Kaleb and Willow are indicted. 2. Alistair's claims are dismissed, and he is disgrace and released from his noble obligations. 3. A secret, unknown objective can be triggered that will result in a strange, and likely negative for all parties involved, ending.

Good luck, and may the eyes of the Seven see the truth of your claims.
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