The Conclave Appears In Lenniel

[Moot 1719]

 

All was calm in Lenniel, the leaves slightly bristling in the light winds, the sun high and shining down on the beautiful glade of trees and Mali’ame. Suddenly in the distance a noise is heard. The stomping of feet and metal being to fill the quiet air; people of Lenniel begin to prepare for a Raid, notching their bows and sitting, preparing. Finally the marching halts, a shout is heard from the approaching group; and they turn from the path, into the Town of Lenniel. It is the Conclave of Malin, their green and white banners flying proudly, and the troop of guards stands tall, all seeming proud to be fighting for the cause.
 

Four guards decorated in white, green and a trim of gold stand at ease behind one; not armored in anything but decorated pauldrons. His body is draped in a long white robe, seeming topped by a smaller drape of green, and a trim of gold as well. The man is silent for a moment, his lips parting slightly for just a moment, he begins to speak.

“Fear not, Mali. Brothers, Sisters; I am not here to harm you, nor are these men. I have come to speak to you all, to show the face of our Conclave, and to inform you all of Malinors corrupted nature.

My name is Kalameet Izalith, High Justicar of the Conclave. We, the Conclave of Malin have seen Malinor grow, and evolve; we’ve seen it grow corrupt, and violent. Breaking up the Mali people, and shunning those away who seek to do good. We had intended the Conclave to be a safe haven for the Mali people, but when the High Council caught wind of our doings, they sent Titania to our lands. Once I met with her, she demanded I halted progress of anything I was doing, threatening us with siege weaponry if we did not halt. “We will raise this city to the ground” she said, despicable.”

Kalameets face flashes for a moment, showing irritation, a sensation of a distraught emotion. He looks down to the dirt for a moment, starting to pace left from right, his mouth opens again.

“Unacceptable. This ‘High Council’ has shown nothing but ignorance to the Mali’lumi Ethic, and has ignored the pleas of the Mali people. This ‘High King Eleron’ serves to taint the very name of Malin, and his children; attacking his own brothers and sisters? Disgusting… But I know you’ve all heard, our claim of war upon the city of Malinor. Fear not Mali, our intentions are just. Before they could siege my peoples homes, I will strike to take the blow of their attack, protecting my people. Our offense will be a superb defence.”

Kalameet looks at the crowed, his gray eyes scanning over them, his features becoming soft, and caring.

“I have come to explain ourselves, Mali. The Conclave of Malin seeks to allow the Mali people, and their Cultures to thrive and grow. We seek to strip our race of the hate forming between us, and allow us to unite once more. Worry not, Mali. For the Towns of Lenniel, and Darkhaven will not be harmed. But the corrupt High Council must fall, and answer for their crimes. For Malin, for his Children and for progression!”

Kalameet would finish his speech, a soft smile forming on his lips. Kalameet would linger for a while, and answer any questions.

((Meant to come to Lenniel last night, to give this speech, but I fell asleep, so here it is. Ask any IC questions, and I'll try to respond. :3))
 

[Aerabula 11]

*Airwalk ,a human, is walking past the spectacle and asks out* "What will your 'new' government be like? How is it structured?"

[Demotheus 651]

Daniella, a human who lives in the old tavern in Laenniel, stares at this for a while. Her massive, black widow spider, Mori, nearby and following her. She scratches the tip of her nose idly with her forefinger, not to be confused with picking her nose, just an itch on the outside~

 

She thinks for a few moments before she starts to speak.

 

"What if you're human or something, and don't like Oren, so you came to live here? Will I be booted out for that or something?"

[Moot 1719]

*Airwalk ,a human, is walking past the spectacle and asks out* "What will your 'new' government be like? How is it structured?"

"A wise question Valah; We will have a Executive Council, and then Adjudicators; which are too on the Council. There are eight positions on Council in all. Four Adjudicators, one positions filled by each of the Mali races, and then a single Valah; and three on the Executive who each have their own titles. Then there is the Justicar, leader of the Nation. There will be a Charter soon revealed, it's nearly complete. Thank you for the question, llir."

Kalameet smiles warmly, he looks to the next Valah.

 

Daniella, a human who lives in the old tavern in Laenniel, stares at this for a while. Her massive, black widow spider, Mori, nearby and following her. She scratches the tip of her nose idly with her forefinger, not to be confused with picking her nose, just an itch on the outside~

 

She thinks for a few moments before she starts to speak.

 

"What if you're human or something, and don't like Oren, so you came to live here? Will I be booted out for that or something?"

"Indeed an important question for any curious Valah. No, none will be shunned from our walls, aside from Varsele and other wrong doers. Although there is only one possible Government position in the Conclave for Valah. Valah may join the military, but expect little in the terms of titles and honors; although rare cases are possible."

Kalameet nods, finishing.

[ToenailTickler 290]

Bubbub'Sandru slowly sneaks up on the conclave group. He accidentally farts, but the orcs still think they're hidden. They all hop out of the bushes and say "Da urukz ur wif da konklayv een da klomp!" They are in normal orcish attire, Bubbub seems to now be wearing an elven skull on his belt. The armor they wear looks dented and busted, they must have come straight from the front lines. 

[domainoft 191]

*Leyu looks up to Kalameet from the garden of carrots she is helping tend.

 

"What shall you do with the High Council when you are finished? What conditions of peace do you seek?"

[Moot 1719]

*Leyu looks up to Kalameet from the garden of carrots she is helping tend.

 

"What shall you do with the High Council when you are finished? What conditions of peace do you seek?"

"The High Council will be trialed for what they have done. Most will depart, and given a chance. However the 'High King' will have to be punished, but we will have to see when the time comes."

[ToenailTickler 290]

*Leyu looks up to Kalameet from the garden of carrots she is helping tend.

 

"What shall you do with the High Council when you are finished? What conditions of peace do you seek?"

Bubbub'Sandru blurts out "Flat da trayturz tu da allayunz! Agh mayk da uthurz znagaz!" This of course would what the orcs would do, they are orcs. 

[Arkelos 1027]

Naeri, dressed in her Clerical attire would walk past Kalameet, if it not for one thing she wished to say, she stops abruptly a few paces away from his right, adjusting her robes as her pure white eyes locked on to his.

 

"The Scions of the Third Era, we long to see an end to needless conflict, but I feel this one might be needed to change the hearts and minds of the High Council. However, we shall not betray our code and creed. I wish you luck in your endeavor, and I hope whomever wins resolves this once and for all. The Scions will bare witness, but shall not shed blood."

 

She waits for Kalameet's response, before promptly walking off to continue her work in Lenfarthing.

[Moot 1719]

Bubbub'Sandru blurts out "Flat da trayturz tu da allayunz! Agh mayk da uthurz znagaz!" This of course would what the orcs would do, they are orcs. 

Kalameet lifts his finger to his own mouth.

"Hush Uruk. That is not the Mali way, but the Uruk way. There will be a time for flat."

Kalameet turns.

 

Naeri, dressed in her Clerical attire would walk past Kalameet, if it not for one thing she wished to say, she stops abruptly a few paces away from his right, adjusting her robes as her pure white eyes locked on to his.

 

"The Scions of the Third Era, we long to see an end to needless conflict, but I feel this one might be needed to change the hearts and minds of the High Council. However, we shall not betray our code and creed. I wish you luck in your endeavor, and I hope whomever wins resolves this once and for all. The Scions will bare witness, but shall not shed blood."

 

She waits for Kalameet's response, before promptly walking off to continue her work in Lenfarthing.

"I thank you for your blessings. I wish I could send aid in your endeavor, but alas, we are unable. I wish you luck aswell, Llir."

Kalameet lifts his left fist to his chest, saluting.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

A thin and hooded figure walks calmly, slowly upon the fringes of the town as it observes those below. As it sees the small group, it gradually makes its way downward to listen to what they offer. When the man has finished his speech, and moves on to answering questions, the figure's form begins to shake as it starts to laugh. With a shake of its head, the figure moves on back towards the bleakness of the Witch's Woods, with a long, raspy sigh escaping.

 

"So that was the illiterate politician... He was adorable..."

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"I am curious... Have you tried to talk with the council before declaring war.." Alirya says after downing the contents of a silvery potion

[Dilara(lotteje13) 227]

Lets out a soft growl under her breath... "since when do people think they are good enough to be king... the only king the elves have is Malin himself... Hope this supposedly 'king' is gone of the throne soon..."

[Cyndikate 2303]

Karin's eye twitches.

"What on earth is he doing?"

[Moot 1719]

"I am curious... Have you tried to talk with the council before declaring war.." Alirya says after downing the contents of a silvery potion

"As I said, they sought to siege us, I have little to no other choice. The High Council are stuck idle, no progression or attempt to better themselves. So, they must be removed."

Kalameet says softly.