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World Anew: Tribal Nation Build

ArcaneUnit

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Council of Liberty,


Arganaut Territory, Left of the Rift



Approach of the Harvest


The room was silent for a moment as the High Priest had risen to bring some control to the assembly. The two families that had just been united in matrimony were now disputing over regulations.


"Burden Of Proof is shared mutually between all debaters. You came into this council boasting the claim that, There IS no need for this law. We are not here to educate you, you have come here to educate US.


It is as though, you came into this room telling us something, and you are required to defend it. Your incapacity to comprehend reason is not a sound claim to disband statutory regulations. We have grounds for those regulations, and they will only become president when you present sufficient claims to merit response."


The Priest sat back down upon his throne next to the alter. He mirrored the accused's gaze, not only until he looked away, but until the man had actually lost his footing and taken the council into perspective.





The King himself Shifted in his seat, and prompted himself to address the room. He was to be equals with this man's uncle for all greater consideration.


"We simply do not tell our daughters to marry men here. We do tell them to marry. & They don't have a choice when we do. But we do not decide like this."






The Chamber was stifled and volatile. It was ready to erupt in banter and inconstancy (opinions + off-topic discussion.). The men had concluded that the meeting had come to a conclusion before anyone had attained satisfaction; it was fated to be an ongoing dispute.


"I can't live here if I do not have a WIFE. I will go elsewhere, and my companions will join me. You will be -"
The man began to dispute.


The greater representatives of the mouthy man's clan became restless. They were aware that this was the view of their children, and many of them saw the merit of that perspective, but they also had no intention of creating enmity amongst these men.





"Shut Up. - You prat." Bellowed the King's most esteemed companion; the Blood-father of half his tribe. "You'll what? You'll have an enemy amongst us?"


The Boys father stood erect with a stern snarl and barked, but his intrusion was unheeded.


His decree endured. "Your blood will run in our veins but your spirit will die where you stand. We've lost sons. We've lost friends. We've lost many things, and You, will learn your place."


The room had gone silent again. It had been bustling. The father of the groom and his clan remained resistant, but it was clear to everyone nothing else was going to be said, and many people from either party departed.


The High Priest waited in case someone addressed him, but simply sat satisfied that the argument had not stifled the fires in the hearts of his new Kinsmen.


 
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