2017 05 06

Sat May 6 2077 Tir Taingire // Star Chamber Emergency Meeting The gavel strikes to quell the raucous and decidedly un-elven atmosphere. Fear reigns. Another magical strike in Portland's east side. Saber Rattling from Sioux Nation. Even the state controlled Trid is having a tough time covering things up. Talk of The Games being delayed yet again. "We demand answers!" "Where does the Council stand!" "Bring back Lowfyr, a cooler head must prevail!" Etc, etc. Prince Sosan Naerain chews her lower lip, a trickle of sweat falls from her brow ruining her makeup for the day. She steps out of the chamber - today's Council meeting could change everything. Sosan composes herself and walks away.