-~ The Declaration For Reformation ~-

[Rig 17581]

-~The Declaration~-
Citizens of Malinor, as you've noticed, the amount of sentinels have dropped, and the citizen casualty rate has gone up. This is due to the carelessness of the high-council trying to remain poised, when in reality they have no power politically, and tried to fight off Orenian Humans, and got rofflestomped. 

And now, due to the soldiers we lost, we are being murdered off by raiders, assassins, and even wraith-like-beings. Therefore, I have a preposed declaration for reformation (hence the title of this paper.) The following shoulder be expected if this succeeds. 

1. Lower Citizen Casualty Rate
2. Probability of less crime.
3. Reform to the Princedom of Malinor.

Therefore, I declare the following.

1. Remove political rights to any officials who enter from outside the realm.
2. Pay more money for farmers than soldiers to build up the merchant industry, and get money flowing.
3. Buy mage-gold for the fight of dark creatures.
4. Death penalty to chikr.
5. Build up better defenses.

6. Hire architects to build up worthy defenses.
7. Give little bits of political power to every registered citizen.
8. Limit affairs with folks outside our walls. 

I will be working to get this realized right away. 

Sincerely, written by Mythras, ex-headmaster.
 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

1. Lower Citizen Casualty Rate

2. Probability of less crime.

 

"Oh, that simple, is it?" Art grunts, he crumples up the poster he reads, tossing it away and walking off.

[Galendar 631]

"You need a dictator right now, Malinor,

It's the only way..."

[bickando 3967]

 and got rofflestomped. 

 

Syndra blinks as she reads this.

 

"What is a rofflestomp?"

[Samson Option 9652]

Khagan scribbles off a note, too busy actually making changes in person [in-Game].

 

"Work with me here then, care not for the High Council as the bicker in other channels undetectable to mortal minds"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Syndra blinks as she reads this.

 

"What is a rofflestomp?"

"I assume it has something do to with waffles. I like waffles."

[Rig 17581]

Mythras makes a note to Gaius.

I'd proudly help you, it seems that elves have telepathy called 'team speak'.... mhm... weird.
 

[DragoonCrow 346]

Sariant Crowley would probably do something about all the random acts of violence because he is bored...but he can't, because he pulled out due to silly peace edicts.

[Samson Option 9652]

Khagan steps up and turns a more thought-out letter, upon resting in New Malinor during the times of held peace. The letter reads:
 

"New Malinor is plagued by many problems, but improvement has been seen while the other three races have languished. The first problem, in terms of guards and military, I have personally seen along side Prince Lion to more and more companions of old joining to protect Malinor. I say with great rejoice that I see about six sentinels out and about at the highest noons of each day [peak hours] and that number will most likely grow, especially with a splendid blacksmith whose name is Lunpera [smash142, may not be correct last name, please forgive] is establishing a good business and his ventures expand.

 

Onto the issue of what the sentinels most likely fight, the wraiths. These wraiths are fickle creatures, they harass more than a Flay and return to the same place more times than an Adunian with a Carrion slays them. However, I have gained an opportunity to converse with one of the Jailers of the Damned. With Prince Lion's agreement, they will gain access temporarily to the New Malinor road to walk past and go due east. As a safe precaution, we will try to meet them with locked gates so as they cannot sneak in and cause havoc and will have the new smith smelt down gold chain-mail and other extravagant accessories into javelin- and arrow-heads.

 

The true issue lies with a bickering High Council, but I first must make great praises onto Prince Ebs Telrunya and Lion DeNurem. Ebs is a hard working man, working singularly sadly and I mean no disrespect for what I am about to say for the rest. The High Council have a channel of communication indecipherable to a man working in New Malinor, but where they share hateful words amongst each other. When I was trying to gather a man to test his architecture skills, hoping to find Ebs a second Mali to aid him, I passed by another Prince who was standing around. His eyes pierced me, insulting me for being a hard-working Man and then having the gall to call me a jackarse when I demanded this spirit insulting me to face me in open conflict rather than haunt me in spirit. I believe the High Council will have only one method to solve their quarrel, rather than cry to the Sky Gods who helped them not against the White Roses, they must meet me in the field and labor with me.

 

The largest issue, which I need all honorable Mali to help me with is the plague of Catatonia. Catatonia is a plague, that when infecting an Elf, causes them to be extremely lazy and languish about against walls and looking around making small talk. This is a dangerous plague as it divides the Mali, those who actually wish to work are degraded and slandered. Catatonia also causes an elf to argue without end, merely whining whilst thinking themselves superior in intellect. The one, sad that this be, trigger that snaps an elf out of catatonia is a fight in which they use daggers, magic, and use their spirits to whine amongst each other about the likelihood of their success in drawn out combat.

 

I would, as well, wish that you send my personal apologies and dearest regards to a female priestess by the name of Yuluwyl. Her and I had a confrontation in which I threatened to cut out her tongue for insulting me continuously, but I ended up letting her go if she aided me and my Sentinels against a necromancer. She did splendid for a fallen comrade of mine and watched her as she tried to resuscitate an elf that committed suicide. She has a good heart, so I ought ensure my sentinels cause her no qualms, especially as she grieves a fallen Mali. 

[Dry Crackers 268]

A rather lengthy letter is pinned to the notice-board by a sharp piece of flint.  No one was conspicuous in hanging it up, yet if you were watching closely, it was a tall Elf in a weather-beaten hooded cloak, his face hidden behind the cowl.

 

To the posters of the Declaration for Reform, and who it may, &c.

 

     Your suggestions are in the main good ones.  Yet even so, I miss the purpose of this document.  Is it to draw attention to the plight of the Elf?  That is quite already done.  Is it to instruct the High Council as to the course of action they should undertake?  I shall assume it is so; and now proceed to advise you of a number of faults in your intents, in the order they occured to me.  Please do not allow the rambling progression of this letter to be in any way off-putting. 

    

     Firstly, it would appear self-evident that in wartime, the warrior assumes precedence over the farmer, and as such I am of the opinion monies ought to be invested in the warriors.  The merchant economy you speak of can be repaired at our leisure once the threat of imminent death is not present.

 

     Secondly, we cannot possibly in this time of crisis propose to cut ourselves off from outside aid.  Presuming the word--if it is indeed  one--"rofflestomped" means defeated resoundingly, then I believe the High Elves have been repeatedly "rofflestomped" due to their lack of co-operation with the world without their walls.

 

     In addition, I fail to see how not hiring any guards will decrease citizen casualty rates.  Logically more patrolmen means less crime.  This declaration of intents would seem to be of much better use in a time of prolonged peace, not one of war.  Giving political power to the people and building the merchant economy are admirable goals to be worked towards in a period when sudden, violent and generally painful death abounds.

 

     Finally I shall, with respect, propose you contact your printer in order that he might remedy the discrepancies in type-face and type-color for future editions, and inform you that I do in fact agree with the majority of the proposals contained herein, yet would ask you to in future, prioritize based on the appreciable positive contribution to the majority of the Elvish society, not what is perhaps morally correct.  I leave you with a proper signature and closing, as

Yours Sincerely,

O. Sylvanus Treemail

[Bircalin 332]

The Ranger folds his sleeved arms across his moss-green coat's buttons, listening to the declaration and the responses that soon follow with a silent posture from within the crowd, making no aims to conceal himself. He quietly murmurs to himself, chortling as his thoughts run over his tongue.
"Never did I think I'd stand on this side of the fence, and have the gall to agree with claims against my once-beloved nation..."

Pausing momentarily, he listens once more as those around him cry out for their audience's attention and speak their minds, nodding to at least appear involved for the remainder of the scene.

"Pitiful, that they refuse to acknowledge the qualms of the people they so serve... They are not twisted souls, but they haven't the hearts to come forth and rid themselves of the irrational fear against their own kin." He scowls with a staggering lip as he mutters his opinion.

Finally, he lifts his voice amongst the crowd, his throat coarse from the recent winter air.
"Call-out those who lead you yet fail to respond, Mali. For if they cannot face their own people, they may just as-well lay down their authority where we stand and either leave, or join us."

[Samson Option 9652]

Idles next to the Ranger, stating "Tis' the plague of catatonia, mighty fine challenge to see if the Drwdai (Druids) and clerics can purge such a disease".

[Solan (Elite117) 82]

Solan walks by quickly, pausing briefly to pin a reply to the message board. 

 

"You speak the truth Mythras. You have the support of one Mali'ker. Tell me what I can do." 

[Rig 17581]

A rather lengthy letter is pinned to the notice-board by a sharp piece of flint.  No one was conspicuous in hanging it up, yet if you were watching closely, it was a tall Elf in a weather-beaten hooded cloak, his face hidden behind the cowl.

 

To the posters of the Declaration for Reform, and who it may, &c.

 

     Your suggestions are in the main good ones.  Yet even so, I miss the purpose of this document.  Is it to draw attention to the plight of the Elf?  That is quite already done.  Is it to instruct the High Council as to the course of action they should undertake?  I shall assume it is so; and now proceed to advise you of a number of faults in your intents, in the order they occured to me.  Please do not allow the rambling progression of this letter to be in any way off-putting. 

    

     Firstly, it would appear self-evident that in wartime, the warrior assumes precedence over the farmer, and as such I am of the opinion monies ought to be invested in the warriors.  The merchant economy you speak of can be repaired at our leisure once the threat of imminent death is not present.

 

     Secondly, we cannot possibly in this time of crisis propose to cut ourselves off from outside aid.  Presuming the word--if it is indeed  one--"rofflestomped" means defeated resoundingly, then I believe the High Elves have been repeatedly "rofflestomped" due to their lack of co-operation with the world without their walls.

 

     In addition, I fail to see how not hiring any guards will decrease citizen casualty rates.  Logically more patrolmen means less crime.  This declaration of intents would seem to be of much better use in a time of prolonged peace, not one of war.  Giving political power to the people and building the merchant economy are admirable goals to be worked towards in a period when sudden, violent and generally painful death abounds.

 

     Finally I shall, with respect, propose you contact your printer in order that he might remedy the discrepancies in type-face and type-color for future editions, and inform you that I do in fact agree with the majority of the proposals contained herein, yet would ask you to in future, prioritize based on the appreciable positive contribution to the majority of the Elvish society, not what is perhaps morally correct.  I leave you with a proper signature and closing, as

Yours Sincerely,

O. Sylvanus Treemail

[*] A note Arrives to you. [*]

To the esteemed Sylvanus, I must simply respond to this! Great to see another of intellect within these parts. We aren't in prolonged peace as people think, after all, do citizens die in huge amounts during peace time? Nay. I speak as one who's seen how the councils work, and I must say I am upset with a good amount of our 'politicians' who bicker among themselves. The only way to aid elvish and or, mali society would be to actually for pete's sake get work done instead of being people who sit on their anus writing about how they're going to do something. I've already begun to try to aid in the reform of the elvish government, yet I find no reasons for which to present it in public yet, since I am still striving to build up feedback towards it.

I'm stating that more guards are important, because, despite some sentinels being power-hunry mali'chikr who don't do their job right, the good ones we have do great jobs.

Thank you for this note,

                                     Sincerely Mythras Ardere'Zress, Ex-Headmaster. 

 

[Dry Crackers 268]

Mr. Adere'Zrees,

  Indeed I concur with your statements, and encourage you to continue in the work you are already doing.  Perhaps some good may come of it.  In addition, my first name is Oswald.  Let action take the Mali, where before lethargy has served.

Yours,

O. S. Treemail~