Personal notes following the assembly of the nobles of Holeth, Nivia 24, 4th CA 2632
Duke had left the meeting with a slight headache that had turned into a dull, throbbing pain over the next few hours. He took a sedative and lay down on his bed.
His sleep, far from restful, was nothing but reminiscences of the past and hallucinatory delirium: the black sky of the prime roots weighed on his chest; lanterns danced around him as he was caught in tangles of prickly brambles; a strange homine bent over his face, goo fumes billowing from her mouth; Stevano looked down on him as he sat on his throne; grimacing masks threatened and smiled at him at the same time, then darkness invaded him completely, he fell endlessly...
He woke up panting and sat up, trying to put his thoughts back in order. His memory was playing tricks on him, and certain things were escaping him.
Masks... He saw the wise Saison again, old friends gone, Rook sometimes kind, sometimes torn by madness, Shepeng and Zhan laughing together, Siela in love...
Cinabre's appointment, still hesitant and awkward, had brought back memories of his own accession to the post of ambassador to the Kingdom, many cycles before.
Duke had left the meeting with a slight headache that had turned into a dull, throbbing pain over the next few hours. He took a sedative and lay down on his bed.
His sleep, far from restful, was nothing but reminiscences of the past and hallucinatory delirium: the black sky of the prime roots weighed on his chest; lanterns danced around him as he was caught in tangles of prickly brambles; a strange homine bent over his face, goo fumes billowing from her mouth; Stevano looked down on him as he sat on his throne; grimacing masks threatened and smiled at him at the same time, then darkness invaded him completely, he fell endlessly...
He woke up panting and sat up, trying to put his thoughts back in order. His memory was playing tricks on him, and certain things were escaping him.
Masks... He saw the wise Saison again, old friends gone, Rook sometimes kind, sometimes torn by madness, Shepeng and Zhan laughing together, Siela in love...
Cinabre's appointment, still hesitant and awkward, had brought back memories of his own accession to the post of ambassador to the Kingdom, many cycles before.
Tria, Folially 15, 3rd AC 2587 - Anoblissement et nomination au poste d'ambassadeur auprès de la Théocratie
At the time, the Kingdom was questioning its organization, the place of the nobility and its role for the forest people. Karan Stevano had launched a kind of consultation among his subjects, and had promoted a number of deserving matis to renew the governing bodies. Duke, like the others, had the privilege of giving his opinion directly to Duke Rodi di Varello at an assembly in Avalae.
He had already made great progress thanks to the Firm, and was involved in the Kingdom's affairs with the enthusiasm of youth. It was thus that he was proposed for ennoblement in Stevano by Zakarya di Avalae, known as Zakkk, the wise old ruler of his House.
He presented himself as best he could, given the embarrassment he felt, knowing he was still so far from his masters and teachers, and the excellence he was aiming for himself. "A humble matis, now that's something!" the Karan had said. But for Duke it was mostly realism, there was still so much to accomplish...
Then came the chance to represent the Kingdom before the Theocracy, an opportunity for filira Ducocinnio Nono to respond to the Karan's trust, and for the new nobleman to prove his worth...
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Ducocinnio Nono, dit Duke NonoNoble Matis, artisan de la maison noble La Firme
Gardien du Royaume et Béni de Jena