Council of Eight

Like everything else in Stonekeep, the High Council hall was opulent to the point of absurdity. It was a cavernous chamber of hammered gold and ornate sculpture, of high-vaulted ceilings and tiers of marble benches vibrating with the half-whispered business of running a great realm.

Along the rim of a semicurcular wall were perched 8 rosewood desks overlooking the small speakeing arena. Behind the desks sat the Lord High Councillors of Stonekeep clothed in billowing tunics with flamboyant capes, with their wizened sorcerers, draped in dazzling robes of golden silk and assistants crowded into the tiered seats above. The pages wore doublets of shimmering sequins over brightly colored tunics.

In a place of honor between the two middle desks stood the squat figure of a single dwarf, the Oath Envoy, the delegate of the dwarves of the Clan Farli who lived under the Stonekeep.