It was a similar meeting to the Broader Markets Initiative, except far less crowded. The representatives of the various Hamlets of the Barony were invited, except most of them already knew what the results would be, so only those that personally knew Silas Greyshott bothered to show up. The rest sent mayors' aides, the closest thing the Barony's minimalistic state had to bureaucrats.
And a teacher who had written the Baron himself an angry letter regarding names of their world's geographic locations that she could instruct her students in, now fixing Silas with a cold, expectant look.
"Er... right." The Master Mage of G.A.M.E. shuffled his rather useless notes, as he only faltered whenever he became distracted by looking at them, and he knew all of the names by heart anyway. He and several others had met once a week for the last eight weeks to debate this peculiar issue, and now they gathered in the Cove House ballroom to hear what their planet would be called.
"As most of you, ah, ladies and gentlemen, likely already know... Yggdrasil, the Norse Worldtree, related to the Norras Igdrasill and various, ah... other celestially important arboreal entities..." He trailed off, cleared his throat, and never finished his sentence. "Right. So, after the Placenames Committee deliberated for the proscribed eight weeks, we arrived at a conclusion for, uh, not only what we ought to name this world, but also our moon, and the main island.
"Derived from Norse Yggdrasil, which is very important to the Barony's founders in Esperance and symbolically of no small significance to our Aurkindri and part-elven residents... is Drasill, the name of this world. So... welcome to Drasill!" he said, spreading his arms; a few people chuckled. He continued.
"The moon, then, will henceforth be called Ygga, pending approval of the Baronial Council for this, ah, unexpected provision. Right. And the 'main island' of the Barony, which legally to date has only claimed jurisdiction over the main island and the isle of Bretland nearby, will be called Teodin, as per the wishes of the original part-elf inhabitants of this island by way of Teobern, which the Commitee has accepted on the condition of its spelling, t-e-o-d-i-n, which references the Aurkindar sea-spirit Eod, and the Newbreton folk god Odin."
These announcements were met with a smattering of applause at the end, but more importantly, nods of approval throughout. It was a small accomplishment in the list Silas Greyshott had accumulated to date, but one he took pride in all the same.
And a teacher who had written the Baron himself an angry letter regarding names of their world's geographic locations that she could instruct her students in, now fixing Silas with a cold, expectant look.
"Er... right." The Master Mage of G.A.M.E. shuffled his rather useless notes, as he only faltered whenever he became distracted by looking at them, and he knew all of the names by heart anyway. He and several others had met once a week for the last eight weeks to debate this peculiar issue, and now they gathered in the Cove House ballroom to hear what their planet would be called.
"As most of you, ah, ladies and gentlemen, likely already know... Yggdrasil, the Norse Worldtree, related to the Norras Igdrasill and various, ah... other celestially important arboreal entities..." He trailed off, cleared his throat, and never finished his sentence. "Right. So, after the Placenames Committee deliberated for the proscribed eight weeks, we arrived at a conclusion for, uh, not only what we ought to name this world, but also our moon, and the main island.
"Derived from Norse Yggdrasil, which is very important to the Barony's founders in Esperance and symbolically of no small significance to our Aurkindri and part-elven residents... is Drasill, the name of this world. So... welcome to Drasill!" he said, spreading his arms; a few people chuckled. He continued.
"The moon, then, will henceforth be called Ygga, pending approval of the Baronial Council for this, ah, unexpected provision. Right. And the 'main island' of the Barony, which legally to date has only claimed jurisdiction over the main island and the isle of Bretland nearby, will be called Teodin, as per the wishes of the original part-elf inhabitants of this island by way of Teobern, which the Commitee has accepted on the condition of its spelling, t-e-o-d-i-n, which references the Aurkindar sea-spirit Eod, and the Newbreton folk god Odin."
These announcements were met with a smattering of applause at the end, but more importantly, nods of approval throughout. It was a small accomplishment in the list Silas Greyshott had accumulated to date, but one he took pride in all the same.