[Pregame Mid-Evening - The Tryanim] Speak Friend, And Enter (Open)

[Akh Uur Hoon]

If Ms. Drooten was indeed someone of renown in Sigil, Akh might have heard of her. "A fine-tuned punishment can indeed be more effective than a generic one... Why punish though, in expectation of what outcome? Deterrence? Vengeance? Redemption?" Her voice was quiet and non-descript enough to obscure this topic might be a bit personal for her.

[Flession]

Without much speed, the woman begins to stand up. She is elagant and swift in her steps, smiling as she approaches the podium and nods her head. She needs no notes for this.

"We speak today of justice and you all have given all of your...unique opinions on the matter. I, instead, stand before you not only as an advocate for the Planarists but also as a firm believer in the natural order of things. Sigil, the great City of Doors, exists as a place where beings from countless planes converge, weaving a tapestry of diversity and wonder. But let us not forget that this grand convergence was never meant to include Primes. Primes, while they may be well-meaning and full of potential, break the very fabric of natural law by setting foot in Sigil. Their presence disrupts the harmony that once prevailed, disturbing the balance that our planes have so carefully maintained for eons. While they bask in the wonders of this city, Planars are left to share our wealth and opportunities, feeling the weight of Primes' demands and desires.

I do not deny that Primes possess their own quaint strengths and achievements that they themselves can appreciate more. They have their own realms, their own cultures, and their own arts. But Sigil was not meant to cater to them. Instead, it was intended to be a sanctuary for Planars, a realm where we can thrive without the interference of those who hail from other worlds. It is cosmic justice that we, the Planars, are the rightful inhabitants of this extraordinary city. We were entrusted with the task of stewardship and creativity, guiding the development of art and culture throughout the planes. Yet, the intrusion of Primes diminishes our potential, diverting resources and attention from our rightful pursuits."

A few groans come from the audience, almost all of which come from the Primes there, while a few of the Planars quietly nod their heads.

"I stand before you today not to call for hostility or aggression. No, let us embrace peaceful resolutions, for we are beings of intellect and wisdom. But we must also recognize the need for change, the necessity to preserve the sanctity of Sigil for its true inhabitants. Let us unite as Planars, to advocate for our rights, to reclaim what is rightfully ours, and to secure the future of Sigil as a bastion of Planar potential. We must work together, standing firm in our belief that this city belongs to us and us alone, free from the influence of outsiders. In doing so, we will not only ensure cosmic justice but also forge a future where the Planars can thrive, unfettered and unburdened by the intrusion of Primes! Let the tapestry of Sigil shine brighter, guided solely by the hands of those who call it home."

She smiled brightly and a small round of applause comes from the audience, while many of the others remain in silence, giving her glares of contempt. It small flame coming from her body, showing forth . "Thank you, my fellow Planars. Let us shape our destiny and embrace the true potential of this wondrous city. Together, we shall build a legacy that resonates throughout the planes, where Planars stand as the sole beneficiaries of the City of Doors!"

With that, she turns into a ball of flame and makes its way down from the podium, reforming as she heads to the ground to reform her elvish appearance and does a curtsey in gratitude for the acclimation of the target audiance.

[Naila Drooten]

"Deterrence is my preference. It's a matter of principles, a dishonest act publicly confronted by its truthful result. Most Cagers you can trust to do the ri-, not the wrong thing. In my experience. But there are plenty who are only kept in check by the threat of retribution, as crass as that may be. The Lady herself maintains Sigil through a similar approach to the gods...Although I understand she is firmly on the side of capital punishment."

Naila pauses as the elf speaks on the ancient but often debated practice of pulling up the ladder after oneself.

"Hmmm, I must say the oration is of quality even if the topic is not. But I suppose flashy gimmicks are needed where reason is not. Sigil is the city of doors, not of gates and bars. The whole point is people find their way in."

The detective shoots the speaker a look of intense disapproval."

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"People are usually deterred by what they are personally terrified of. But they also abhor being terrified, what can spur them into reckless action. Terror feeds upon itself." Akh Uur Hoon watched the Planar bigot depart. "Maybe justice can be stable precisely when it is less inevitable than its ideal, just as a society can be relatively peaceful when no-one calls for its homogeneity."

[Flession]

((You all can make a Arcana check and a History check, if you'd like))

[Akh Uur Hoon]

Pregame. Arcana, then History.: 1d20+11 20 1d20+7 20

[Two unnatural 20s]

Akh Uur Hoon probably realised something.

[Desten Callor]

Desten watched the debate and his frown deepened at the speakers words and his eyes narrowed a touch. Whatever thoughts he had about her ideas they were plainly in disagreement.

He was no scholar of history or the ways of magic though so any intricacies of her argument or the situation involving such things likely eluded him.

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Pregame debate history | 1d20+2 ⇒ 4
Pregame debate arcana | 1d20+2 ⇒ 8

[Akh Uur Hoon]

When the name clicked with the appearance, the Illumian realised more than enough.

[Naila Drooten]

Arcana, Speak friend: 1d20+2 22

History, Speak Friend: 1d20+2 11

Although Naila had little use for general knowledge (which tended to get overwritten by whatever case she was working on). She might well be familiar with at least the magic going on.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"It rarely ends well when someone builds a political agenda on sour grapes. I am afraid that this isn't a one-off outburst of a disgruntled firre, but an opening salvo of a bigger power play." The Illumian remarked quietly.