A City Divided
Twenty Seventh Day of the Second Month 294 AC
Set upon an island in the troubled waters of the south, between Tolos and the Lands of Long Summer that trail into the tomb of Valyria, Elyria is a minor power among its neighbors, a backwater port in a region which traded mostly in slaves, of which the Elyrians are wary of keeping in any great numbers since what their histories call the Great Slave Revolt. As for the histories of others, the settlement is mostly recalled for being the city closest to Valyria on the hour of the Doom which did not fall under its shadow.
One can see the marks of that history approaching harbor by air, the straight lines and pale marble of the temples, the tight tenements creeping up the hills, where in other realms the Houses of the wealthy would dwell in splendor. Unlike Old Volantis, which had the wealth and the power to build ever grander and more baroque monuments to the legacy of the Freehold, Elyria looks like a city whose basic lines were frozen in time, preserving the architecture of an earlier age not through reverence, but a too light purse.
"Looks a bit crowded doesn't it?" Dany hisses in draconic. She motions not at the pier draped in flowers and crimson silk in honor of your visit, but at the city behind it.
"They took in refugees after the Doom from places inland that weren't wholly wrecked, but it could no longer support the population. There wasn't much room to build inside the walls, nor coin to build new ones," you reply, recalling the reports you received from your delegation.
That fateful migration and the shift in demographics that followed was what defined the politics of Elyria after the Doom. Transformed overnight from a minor but prosperous city on the eastern fringe of Valyria proper into a backwater barely able to feed itself and without any great stock in trade, Elyria had seen social unrest culminating with an island wide slave revolt partly engineered by priests of the Lord of Light who thought the Doom heralded the End of Days.
While the rebellion was in the end crushed, it was done only by arming the very poorest of freedmen and the newcomers, many of whom had probably been slaves themselves years earlier, their collars and their masters both lost in the chaos of the Doom. The fact that the last dully appointed governor of the city died in he final battle of the rebellion is, among the aristocracy, often blamed on the
metics, for they would be the ones most benefiting from the shift in political winds.
The grey-haired men who greet you with wide smiles, each with there oiled beards forked down the middle, are representatives of the Council of Elders, the seat of traditional patrician power in the city. Though the archon of the city is selected from among their ranks, a title limited to a three year term, they do not rule alone.
In the centuries after the Doom, the metics were far more than the 'foreigners' the name had once implied. They became the backbone of a new Elyrian trade network, and organized in their own Council of Speakers, they held sway over many of the city's affairs, including taxation and the appointment of judges.
Their representative, a clean shaven man of perhaps five and twenty, was also looking upon the arrival of your delegation with favor, expecting an expansion of their power, perhaps even an abolition of the Council of Elders. In talks with your envoys, the High Speaker had emphasized that he represented a class of former slaves even though most metics were ten generations removed from slavery and some of the more wealthy were slave owners themselves, for while slavery was less common in Elyria than almost anywhere else in this corner of the world, personal slaves were still a symbol of status.
Taking advantage of the fractures in the Elyrian political system, your envoys had played one side against the other until each individually was willing to come under imperial rule, whether in hopes of rekindling old glories or building a new future without what they saw as the deadwood of the past.
The question now before you as the ceremony is about to start, is who to commit to, the Council of Elders who had reached out to you first and would in all likelihood be staunchly loyal in the name of some dream of Valyria, or the Council of Speakers representing a greater portion of the city's population, but also more likely to be tied into the trade networks of Slaver's Bay and perhaps more open to the machination of evils?
Who do you favor in Elyria under your rule?
[] The old aristocracy
-[] Write in plans
[] The popular and numerous trader faction
-[] Write in
[] Try to reach a balance between the two
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: I need to know this before the ceremony, because who you favor influences who gets the best gifts. Not yet edited.