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Three figures donned in robes of the richest fabric sat at the front of the hall, behind an ornate table, carved entirely out of ice. The figure on the right was a Ko-Matoran – slightly taller than most and very lean. He was wrapped in thick, dark grey robes that signified his authority on the executive board. The Matoran on the left was from Ga-Koro, also very aged. Her robes were a bright grayish-blue, and her wrists were lined with gem-encrusted bracelets. The natural light that came through the windows reflected off of her diamond necklace, making everyone in the room very aware of her presence. There was also a Ko-Matoran, and as wise as he was old. He always had the final authority in any matter in the highly exclusive club. His robes were as white as snow, and also had the most jewels embedded in them. The embroidery gave the robes a very majestic feel, as opposed to the feel that the wearer was just really rich, which was how the other two robes had come across.
Across from them sat two rows of chairs – all of them were occupied. They were filled by the most devoted and wealthy of the club. Every individual in this meeting was a Matoran, except for Niici. She sat on the left end the front row. The attendees were about to vote on an initiative to promote the Cultured Gentry’s investors. The Cultured Gentry itself didn’t invest, but their members did, through their privately owned firms. This was how the group got their money, and how they used that money to give aid to the Matoran. Only Niici and the three elders knew the other half through – about how Makuta’s followers would also get a cut of the funds and how the Island Libreation Squad was blacklisted from support. Rumors were passed around, but the truth was that most of these investors didn’t really care. This alliance and network was earning them too much money, plus through this alliance, the merchants and investors were spared from Makuta’s wrath, giving them an even better economical advantage over their competitors.
“Aye”, Niici chorused with the group. The decision was unanimous – a recruiter would be sent to seven of the eight villages on this large island two make the store owners, innkeepers, and other businessmen aware of what the Cultured Gentry can do for their business.
Fortunately, this was the last item on the agenda, and the meeting adjourned shortly after.
Unfortunately, Niici wasn’t finished yet. She had a meeting with Makuta’s liaison, well, one of them. This was always the ugly part of the deal, especially when it was the one guy who was working for Makuta against his will telling you how he wanted things. Sometimes, Vidar or Ahkmou would be sent. Niici presumed it depended on who was closest and the least busy.
Niici rose from her chair and walked out of the grand hall, embracing the cool, refreshing chill of the outdoors.
OOC: All that and forgot to bring Ronkshou here. Moving from Onu-Wahi…
IC: Ronkshou shivered even with his thick, dark cowl. The Toa of Electricity was usually patrolling Po-Wahi, and after awhile, you tended to get used to the arid environment. He had wondered why Makuta liked to send him here, when Vidar was also on hand.
Ronkshou presumed it was because he was geographically closer.
His identity protected by his cowl, Ronkshou proceeded to follow the directions given on his map, in order to find Toa Niici and give her a rather important update to the state of Mata Nui under the rule of the Makuta.
Edited by Emzee, Aug 12 2012 - 04:13 PM.
