Post by Kyrie Blaze on Oct 29, 2013 4:39:17 GMT -8
. o O ( In the event of David and/or Kiyr not making it through the battle with Barker, this thread will be removed. )
"Kiyr, you are here before us for a surprise performance review. We have gone over your record and wish to state the following. Over the last year you have been a member of the Dragons, You have streched yourself beyond the field, taking duties onto your shoulders without complaint. You have trained men, gone on patrols, have commanded a growth of food product that has acclamated almost fifty two percent of our self-sustainability- and you have fought with honor during war. Before we pass judgement on your skills, is there anything you wish to say?"
She considered a moment, blue eyes thoughtful. "It has been, and will continue to be, both an honour and pleasure to work alongside and bring better life to my family."
Short, simple, yes...but entirely true. It was best to keep it quick and to the point. There was no need for a long explanation.
"Thank you for that. In light of your many accomplishments, we have decided on a suitable punishment for you."
The men laughed a little, but were watching her with pride.
"Kiyr Barrial, on behalf of those present and with the full support of the Elder Council, we are promoting you to Field Marshal, and granting you access to all the perks that come with it. This title is third only behind the Dragon General and any Elder on a field of battle, and is equal in authority to any Voice. Through our political offices, you will be fourth in line to command of the entire Dragon territories, from our Eastern border, to the sea. You will gain civilian command, and be appropriate in assessing defenses, directing patrols, and leading armies so long as a General or Elder is not present. You will be required to attend and take note of all war meetings. You will have a powerful voice in these areas and will be expected to contribute or even direct such meetings should an Elder or their voice not be present. Please stand, and allow us to congratulate you."
David and the rest of the men would stand, and before she could bow, they would all clap fists to their hearts, and bow. After holding the bow for five seconds, they would come back up and clap...before moving forward to shake her hand, some saying "Congratulations, Marshal." With others just bowing and grinning.
Kyrie would have been completely fine remaining without a higher rank than what she had as Apprentice; she wasn't exactly seeking recognition, but that was what she was getting. Along with a big "Don't screw up, now" plaque along with the honour. She pushed to her feet from the chair, but before she could bow, they bowed. She paused, almost freezing with no small sense of discomfort, before she exhaled with her expression smoothing over to be calm, if pleased.
She managed a quick bow in return as they moved forward, her small hands slipping rather easily into hands that were larger and more calloused. Her smile was quiet, but pleased. She responded appropriately, most often with "You honour me--thank you." or variants of it. Here, like when she was first initiated, was complete acceptance.
She already began to steel herself; she would not let them down. The weight of this new responsibility settled on her shoulders, leaving her a bit excited, a bit nervous, but determined to prove herself over and above, time and time again.
"You did this, Kiyr. Nobody argued. Nobody gave reason for disagreement. This was unanimous, and warranted. Congradulations, Marshal. Don't let me down."
And once he was done shaking her hand, he would exit. There, on the table, was her new uniform, which David set there while she was shaking hands. On her patch at the top was "Field Marshal" and on the bottom was "Kiyr Barrial". She would have room to make her own way, now.
"Thank you. I will strive for continued growth so that I will not let you and everyone else down."
After shaking his hand, hers lifted and closed over her heart. She bowed one final time, then straightened and pivoted upon her heel. She watched him leave with an air of thoughtfulness...and then turned to the table and gently lifted the uniform in its entirety and held it with respect as she made her way out. But only after letting her gaze linger in quiet consideration on the seats the Elders took. She would take it home and look over it, try it on to inspect the fit and prepare any possible alterations if she could hunt down some thread and a needle if it was at all necessary.
David B. said:
Kiyr would recieve a note slipped under her door: 'The Storm Dragon requires your presence. Report to the war room at once.'
Kyrie Blaze said:
The blonde quirked her head as she noted something was amiss. Or, rather, new. She moved to pick the piece of paper up, unfolded and read it in short order, and then tucked it away. Leaving her home with a look over her shoulder, the petite woman moved out at a brisk - but easy - jog, which was about normal whenever she travelled. It wouldn't take terribly long for her to reach the War Room; with a breath, she would open the door, her gaze flicking about before she would turn and close it once more...and move with quiet purpose further inside. David B. said:
David sat inside, the war room filled with several men. They were war leaders of the Core, and were waiting for her to move forward. David would stand, and gesture for Kiyr to sit at the head of the table. Once she had done so, David would clasp his hands in front of him."Kiyr, you are here before us for a surprise performance review. We have gone over your record and wish to state the following. Over the last year you have been a member of the Dragons, You have streched yourself beyond the field, taking duties onto your shoulders without complaint. You have trained men, gone on patrols, have commanded a growth of food product that has acclamated almost fifty two percent of our self-sustainability- and you have fought with honor during war. Before we pass judgement on your skills, is there anything you wish to say?"
Kyrie Blaze said:
Kyrie paused, coming to a complete stop. Her gaze held bright curiosity but she offered those gathered a deep, customary bow, fist clasped to her heart. Though she blinked at the gesture and felt a twinge of mild unease, she paced forwards to take the seat she had been pointed to. The blonde settled herself and sat, attentively as always, her gaze cast quickly over those gathered now that her eyes had fully adjusted before focusing on David. She considered a moment, blue eyes thoughtful. "It has been, and will continue to be, both an honour and pleasure to work alongside and bring better life to my family."
Short, simple, yes...but entirely true. It was best to keep it quick and to the point. There was no need for a long explanation.
David B. said:
David nodded."Thank you for that. In light of your many accomplishments, we have decided on a suitable punishment for you."
The men laughed a little, but were watching her with pride.
"Kiyr Barrial, on behalf of those present and with the full support of the Elder Council, we are promoting you to Field Marshal, and granting you access to all the perks that come with it. This title is third only behind the Dragon General and any Elder on a field of battle, and is equal in authority to any Voice. Through our political offices, you will be fourth in line to command of the entire Dragon territories, from our Eastern border, to the sea. You will gain civilian command, and be appropriate in assessing defenses, directing patrols, and leading armies so long as a General or Elder is not present. You will be required to attend and take note of all war meetings. You will have a powerful voice in these areas and will be expected to contribute or even direct such meetings should an Elder or their voice not be present. Please stand, and allow us to congratulate you."
David and the rest of the men would stand, and before she could bow, they would all clap fists to their hearts, and bow. After holding the bow for five seconds, they would come back up and clap...before moving forward to shake her hand, some saying "Congratulations, Marshal." With others just bowing and grinning.
Kyrie Blaze said:
Punishment..? A scant inch to the side, she tilted her head, though by the tiny curve to her lips, she grasped it was a joke, and waited. By the time he was done speaking, she probably could have been knocked over with the lightest of nudges. She probably should have expected something like this with the jest of punishment, but really, she hadn't known what to expect, exactly. Kyrie would have been completely fine remaining without a higher rank than what she had as Apprentice; she wasn't exactly seeking recognition, but that was what she was getting. Along with a big "Don't screw up, now" plaque along with the honour. She pushed to her feet from the chair, but before she could bow, they bowed. She paused, almost freezing with no small sense of discomfort, before she exhaled with her expression smoothing over to be calm, if pleased.
She managed a quick bow in return as they moved forward, her small hands slipping rather easily into hands that were larger and more calloused. Her smile was quiet, but pleased. She responded appropriately, most often with "You honour me--thank you." or variants of it. Here, like when she was first initiated, was complete acceptance.
She already began to steel herself; she would not let them down. The weight of this new responsibility settled on her shoulders, leaving her a bit excited, a bit nervous, but determined to prove herself over and above, time and time again.
David B. said:
David would be last to step forward, a small and reserved smile creasing his lips. After shaking her hands, men would begin to exit and it would only be them. He reached out, and took her hand. No hug here. No kisses. No coddling. They were Strength. They were honor. They were might. Reward hard work and dedication justly, and disappointment and failure the same. He was there as her Elder. Still, a small smarkle in his eye showed his approval."You did this, Kiyr. Nobody argued. Nobody gave reason for disagreement. This was unanimous, and warranted. Congradulations, Marshal. Don't let me down."
And once he was done shaking her hand, he would exit. There, on the table, was her new uniform, which David set there while she was shaking hands. On her patch at the top was "Field Marshal" and on the bottom was "Kiyr Barrial". She would have room to make her own way, now.
Kyrie Blaze said:
With everyone filtering out as David finally stepped forwards, the petite woman's blue eyes softened just slightly beneath the pleased but steeled glint to her gaze. The handshake was as she expected. Firm, quick, businesslike. His gaze said more, but only that. "Thank you. I will strive for continued growth so that I will not let you and everyone else down."
After shaking his hand, hers lifted and closed over her heart. She bowed one final time, then straightened and pivoted upon her heel. She watched him leave with an air of thoughtfulness...and then turned to the table and gently lifted the uniform in its entirety and held it with respect as she made her way out. But only after letting her gaze linger in quiet consideration on the seats the Elders took. She would take it home and look over it, try it on to inspect the fit and prepare any possible alterations if she could hunt down some thread and a needle if it was at all necessary.