An Open Door For The Concerned

[The Lion 736]

From the desk of Prince Darius, to have been posted on the message board of New Malinor by Greg the Loyal Servant.

 

Hail Malin's kin,

 

Prince Darius here with an update directed at you, citizen. With the completion of my office located on the mountain to your left as you enter New Malinor. I offer an open door policy for citizens to voice their concerns, comments, and issues of the day. If what you wish to speak on seems so confidential that you wouldn't want the next person in line to over hear, write me a letter with a return address and I'll get back to you. To everyone else, I will hear your qualms, think on it, and give you the best answer I can provide. That is all, report any suspicious activity to the Lumi'drim, do not let Malin's land down.

 

((I will have any conflict oriented posts removed, this is not a place for your antics, this is a place to better Malinor. Any race can post, just don't drop the dun duh nuh. Post here if you can't find me IG, MC = Dokahn, forum PM me if you have something private to talk on. Try not to post if you see someone else has covered the topic, the less I have to sift through the more efficiently I can work. I'd be real cool if I could get this pinned. Think that's it, thanks for reading.))

[Archbishop John 85]

A very, old man steps forward in one hand he holds a Cain as he walks forwards, he has a long brown raincoat on and a cloth that it is attached to it, that covers his upper-face casting a shadow on his eyes. Under his other hand he hold a large piece of cloth that seems to be wrapped around an object. As he reaches the disk, he bows his head slowly. Looking straight at Darius he then places the cloth at the table that has items wrapped inside it and says. "Tis a pleasure, to see thine face Darius true prince of Hanseti, art thou well?" he says as he bows once more and disappears in the crowd behind him."

 

The cloth wrapped items still sit on your desk. 

 

From the crowd you hear his voice say "Gods never die"

[The Lion 736]

Prince Darius looks to the strange man with curiosity, motioning Greg the Loyal Servant over to unwrap the object just in-case it proves deadly. What they find is....

[Archbishop John 85]

As Greg opens the wrapping, inside you see a old rusty with blood looking  Machete. Also inside a old looking Cigar box with eleven cigars inside, with your Houses sigil engraved on the top. a sealed letter, the seal being the I I A symbol. If you open the letter it reads.

 

"The Gods send there greetings, your friends of old have ascended to Godhood Darius I hope that you are working your way up the ladders of ascending as they did. The sweet scent of power how wonderful it was, in the old days our glorious days.. I hope you know you have friends old friends across the border. And they still see you as a person that served and was loyal to those who the loyalty to them meant something truly these friends still follow and are loyal to the old people as well the people that are now Gods.

 

Godfrey and Mirtok have ascended to there proper status one day we wish to see you by there side.

 

Gods never die, but still watch over us. May there glorious names be for ever whispered in the ear of children in the dead of darkness may it be to bliss them or to frighten them, all the same to us.  

 

Regards, Prince Darius DeNurem of Hanseti, may Godfrey and Mirtok watch over you and may your plans be successful. 

 

Your loving friends" 

 

The letter ends with secret code maybe in time you shall try to crack it. 

[The Lion 736]

Prince Darius is taken back in his seat, he grabs for his old friend, "Henry how I've missed you dearly!" He kisses the handle speaking the old words of the Order in whisper, "Beliae doe moedor lent, beliae doe Emperor." Prince Darius conjures two tears for the occasion, remembering the old times.

 

[Samson Option 9652]

Khagan stands guard like a Janisary guard, watching the epiphany between the letter and Darius. "Glad tidings upon thee ya Habeebti", utters Sertorius as he sees so glorious a scene. Marking the Iron Fields cross upon his chest, he straightens his back and puts a hand on the hilt of his sabre lest any trouble be afoot.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art strides in casually and speaks nonchalantly.

"Where's the barracks and jail going? I've got the rescources for the lot and I'm sick of having to keep criminals in my own home. Also, we need some sort of armourless uniform designed. I can't wear the tabard without frying myself alive in combat and hence no one knows my rank."

[Samson Option 9652]

Standing guard, Khagan notes Art and states "You are a good sentinel, I was suggesting rather than a jail or at-least until the jail is built, we literally throw the villains into the mines and make them do hard labor. I need this method to break many elves out of their catatonia."

[DragoonCrow 346]

Sariant Crowley Can't stop to overhear what was said during the meeting, as he casually entered with a large box of Eldak quality cactus green "In case you get stressed out."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Konrad hopes that Crowley made sure it was TO Green strain of that good CG

[The Lion 736]

Art strides in casually and speaks nonchalantly.

"Where's the barracks and jail going? I've got the rescources for the lot and I'm sick of having to keep criminals in my own home. Also, we need some sort of armourless uniform designed. I can't wear the tabard without frying myself alive in combat and hence no one knows my rank."

 

Prince Darius wipes away his tears with a cloth, looking up at Art and Khagan exchanging words as he receives ALL the drugs. He answers, "I'll get to building it up here at some point. Until then I like Khagan's idea, had the same idea myself for a long time. I'll set something up to supply the prisoners with tools and bags to get their asses in gear." He ponders the thought over a joint, french inhaling before speaking, "I'd say about five large bags ((stacks)) is fair enough for minor crimes, feel free to set whatever amount you want, just don't work them to death." Salutes Art, "Also, I don't want you questioning my orders or givin' me guff, the ice is fawkin' thin sentinel. As you were." dismisses Art

[Samson Option 9652]

Prince Darius wipes away his tears with a cloth, looking up at Art and Khagan exchanging words as he receives ALL the drugs. He answers, "I'll get to building it up here at some point. Until then I like Khagan's idea, had the same idea myself for a long time. I'll set something up to supply the prisoners with tools and bags to get their asses in gear." He ponders the thought over a joint, french inhaling before speaking, "I'd say about five large bags ((stacks)) is fair enough for minor crimes, feel free to set whatever amount you want, just don't work them to death." Salutes Art, "Also, I don't want you questioning my orders or givin' me guff, the ice is fawkin' thin sentinel. As you were." dismisses Art

"Duly noted o' Prince, I feel a sliding scale of punishments are in due order. Those mines are enclosed in stone, we can always have a guard stand at ready if those bastarde try to escape. I will set the sentinels to go ahead with this idea. Likewise, I pray that you sealed a deal with those wraiths as I asked? Need them to bugger off while I try to cease the spell of catatonia that plagues much of the Mali."

[DragoonCrow 346]

Crowley casually hands Khagan one aswell, sticking a joint between his helmet grills

[Samson Option 9652]

Crowley casually hands Khagan one aswell, sticking a joint between his helmet grills

Khagan rubs his joints, stating "Damn you know how to help a fella' out" and lights and tokes the weed-green casually, sighing with a relieved tone. His arthritis is calmed for now.

[The Lion 736]

Darius looks at Khagan shaking his head, "Forgive me, but I had forgotten to speak with those dark bubs. Is it the best idea? I'd have to go over it with the rest of the council." lays down the joint, way too "enlightened" for the moment.