-= Nominations For The Elections=-

[Josh3738 3137]

*Zahrer nods

"Su i's jus' meh an' Dreek er Kjell tuu?"

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Shrugs slightly.*

"Aye, me finks Dreek be up fer da challange! Even t'ough 'e failed on me be'alf last toime. An' w'o knows 'ow long yer goin' ter last befer ya crack loike da skull ov an elf?"

[Tethras 278]

Farren shakes his head slowly, tapping the armchair impatiently.

 

"Nae, Igor may choose w'ut 'e wishes tu do in regards tu candidates. But at aneh rate, tu election shall start wifin an elven day. Ah'll be announcin meh candidate just before weh begin tu elections. Tu election themselves will span fer four elven days. Aneh questions?"

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

"Duh weh nae 'Ave jus' feir lords? Ah donae fink Regent gets a vote in da mattah. Sure da articles say suh! 'Cause 'e benae an official lord nor a king."

[Josh3738 3137]

"Farren beh a lord an' weh named 'im regent"

[Tethras 278]

Farren laughs mockingly, glaring at Kjell.

 

"Aye, tu Articles say nofin about ah Lord Regent nae bein able to choose ah candidate. Or are yer gettin cold feet Paragon? Tu Regent is mereleh ah glorified Lord. Yer got nofin tu fear, ahnae seek tu rule t'is nation through ah puppet candidate. Meh era is slowleh comin tu an end, ah can at least see t'at. Ah'll choose someone else to pick fer meh, much like Dominic did. So t'at ah can run t'is election through an impartial standpoint. Now, aneh over questions? Or does anyone wis' tu furt'er dispute meh right tu put forward ah candidate? "

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Glares back at the Dwarf mocking him, he forms a deep scowl as his beard begins to ruffle slightly.*

"Cold feet be a poor choice ov words fer sum un w'o 'as 'ad 'is feet buried in pice fer da last few years, eh? Farren? An' dat be me point. 'Ow can a King nominate da next King w'en dat King doesnae 'ave power, nor 'as 'is roights tee duh suh stated in da articles. Ah call foul play."

[Tethras 278]

Farren shakes his head, continuing to laugh.

 

"Yer nae 'ave tu fear anyfin Kjell. Ah nae seek tu guide t'is election in meh favour. Anof'er person shall choose ah candidate fer meh. It's mereleh so t'at more Dwedmar may get ah chance tu run. Foul play an nae right? Ah'm ah Lord Regent. Ah Lord firstleh 'an ah Regent secondleh. Ah'm nae ah King. Otherwise ah would 'ave nae accepted tu responsibiliteh. Mereleh t'ere tu keep f'ings runnin between elections. Ah'm nae even votin in tu elections tu keep 'em fair. Yer insult meh an yerself wif such rediculous claims. Ah'm ah relic of an old era, ov Thorins reign. Ah can at least see t'at clearleh. Meh time is comin tu an end an someone else will 'elp guide our nation.  Ave left meh clan and meh art secondleh fer t'is Kingdom. Ah'm nae goin tu bloomin turn on meh beliefs right now.  So do nae accuse meh ov foul play. If t'at was tu case, yer would 'ave seen ah Starbreaker on tu throne by now.

 

Farren growls at Kjell, his face contorted in rage.

 

"So do yer wish tu still accuse meh Paragon? To accuse an deny meh ov meh rights, t'at 'ave earned in service tu t'is Kingdom? T'at ah sacrificed most ah good portion  ov meh life fer? T'at ah ignored meh kin tu serve? Ignored my own children an creation fer? Meh own craft?  Watching whilst lesser men claimed meh achievements as t'eir own! Do nae make meh laugh aneh furf'er! Ah've given almost everyfin tu t'is Kingdom. Tu Gods may curse meh fer meh actions, ah'n ah know t'at it may well beh Khorvads Hall ah will proberleh go tu in tu afterlife fer meh actions in defense ov meh people. So dun yer dare accuse meh Paragon, yer status or nae. Yer 'ave nae right, tu gods will seek tu judge an punish meh in tu afterlife. Nae yer. 

 

He shakes his head once more, his grip on the armrest loosening. Sighing as he relaxes himself. 

 

"T'is throne, is nae mine. Ah know t'at, one ov yer or t'ose waitin outside will claim it. But it's weight is nofin compared tu t'at Obsidian Throne. In time it may get 'eavier once more w'en we reclaim our past gloreh... But 'ave rambled fer too long, forgive meh fer meh outburst. Onleh time will tell fer tu most part, whilst we walk blindleh accompanied by tu Gods mocking laughter. At aneh rate, does anyone 'ave aneh questions? Ones nae relatin tu meh rights preferableh...

 

Ah might as well announce me candidate chooser. Considerin t'at Kjell is ah candidate, w'u etter t'an tu son ov  Paragon Valen tu choose fer meh? "

 

Farren turns to a nearby guard, nodding to him as he says.

 

"Laddeh summon Morgrim Grandaxe. Yer know wut tu tell 'im.

[Zezimus 1523]

Heavy footsteps are heard from outside the council chamber, as a dwarf clad in iron steps inside, his boots crashing against the floor of the throne room. With his surprise summoning, Morgrim of Clan Grandaxe looks to the faces of the various candidates and Lords, sighing lightly as he brushes his hands through his braided red beard. He places a hand against his breastplate, bowing slightly before he begins to speak.

 

"Suh ye 'ave summoned meh tuh offeh goidance 'awn t'is mattah, Farren... Aye, t'is beh ah delicate mattah indeed. 'oevah is chosen mus' beh prepared tuh lead our kin wit' t'e 'onour t'at our gods wud demand. Fer tuh lun' 'ave weh treaded ah path t'at wud shame our ancestors. Weh 'ave treated t'e outsoide wurld as sum'tin' t'at is expendable whoile gud dwarves 'ave suffered n' doied fer wars wit'out cause 'er just reason. Fer yers our kin fought tuh protect t'e delicate balance t'at existed in t'is wurld. Nuw weh 'ave laid t'eir names tuh shame n' forsaken wut t'ey once sought tuh achieve.

 

Fer t'at reason, nuh mattah 'o wins t'is election, ah ask onleh t'at ye brin' back wut 'onour weh wunce 'ad. Lest t'is Kingdom is tuh fall intuh t'e foires ov Khorvad's domain, weh mus' all luuk at wut it is weh seek. T'e next Grand King mus' act tuh preserve t'e integriteh ov wut t'e Articles wer' written fer t'e purpose ov. Weh can nawt liv' baeh our greed n' uwn selfish desoires ferevah."

 

Morgrim inhales deeply as he takes another step forward, his eyes darting between each of the dwarves that rest seated before him. He lowers his hands, standing straight and upright as he goes on speaking.

 

"T'ough ah 'am nawt mah fathah, ah wud loike tuh t'ink mah nomination will beh made wit' 'is t'oughts in moind. T'is mah opinion t'at t'e lad ah wish tuh succeed Dizzeh 'as an understandin' ov t'e way t'in's shud beh fer t'is Kingdom. T'e name ov t'is dwarf is Indago Storm'ammer, our current 'oigh Prophet. T'was nawt but t'e othah day t'at 'e greeted t'e new arroivals intuh Kal'Ithrun n' shuwed 'em 'ow tuh begin ah loife wit'in' our 'old. T'at mah brothahs 'is 'ow ah true son ov Urguan treats 'is kin. 'e 'as furthah served t'e clergeh faithfulleh n' fought wit' t'is Kingdom since t'e days ov t'e Secon' Dwarf - Orc war. T'is mah belief t'erefur' t'at 'e 'as earnt 'is roight tuh brin' t'is Kingdom tuh gloreh n fer t'at, 'e 'as mah nomination."

 

Morgrim stands back, bowing once again as he slowly makes his way towards the side of the hall, awaiting to hear what the other Lords and candidates have to say.

[Tethras 278]

Farren nods in agreement, raising his hand slightly.

 

"F'ank yer Morgrim, t'en wif'out delay ah shall announce tu candidates.

• Dreek Ireheart
• Zahrer Irongrinder
• Kjell Ireheart
•  Indago Stormhammer
• Babalouche
• Gronkk​

If anyonone wis'es tu dispute tu rights ov these individuals tu' partake or change t'eir nomination speak now. Tu elections shall begin later t'is elven day.

 

Farren turns to the Guardsmen once more, handing him a short list.

 

"Laddeh, sorreh fer askin yer to go again. Go find tu Remebrancers, tell 'em tu begin preperations fer tu election. Tu list ov candidates are on t'at list. If t'ere is aneh change ah'll send someone else tu notifeh yer lot."

 

((The election post shall be put up later today after I return from my lectures. If you want to change your candidates or dispute anything do so now. Since once the elections begin it will be too late.))

[Aislin 4354]

GRROOOOOOONNKKKKK

 

I swear to god if I'm not in that voting poll

[Treshure 5817]

Kylar stumbles in, obviously drunk. He roars out: "PICK ME! ME GOOD CANDIDATE!" He then passes out.

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.