The Conclave Appears In Lenniel

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Nods his head in affirmation of Quavinir's words, agreeing with the man, finding him well spoken even with his dialect.  Edgar raises his voice.

 

"If ye' want te' better Malinor, work with it, don't beat it bloody.  Yer' jabbin' a stake in a bloody-hearted nation an' its not goin' to end well, even if ye' get yer "justice". I don't think this 'as anything te' do with justice though. I ain't seen Eleron with anythin' but a smile and fondness towards es' people, an' I think eh' regards em as fondly as he can. I ain't got no reason to think some gold-lad man waltzin' bout with guards feels the same."

[domainoft 191]

*Smiles as she listens to Feanor speak whispering to herself.

 

"Mali need more like this, devoted to sacrifice. Such words will go beyond today's march...that is for certain."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I think you lot need to stop criminalizing the current High Prince. He isn't a criminal. He's just failed to revive a stagnant and falling nation. Is he a good leader, no? Am I going to act like he kicked my childhood puppy? Probably not.

 

Why don't you just negotiate a peaceful stepping down on his part, it's not like he has an army to resist with anymore."

[Moot 1719]

After Feanor gives his long winded speech, Kalameet smiles. His chest grows, pride filling him.

"It fills me with pride and hope to see other Mali are not blinded by the glamours of the High Council. You spoke well Feanor, better then I."

Kalameet turns to Art, nodding firmly "High Council had made no attempt to come speak with me since their last threats; logically, they see me as 'too power-hungry' to speak too." Kalameet rolls his eyes "Such petty excuses to defend their High Council."

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4B6TGghdYs

 

With a splash of warm water, the creases along Khagan's aged skin appeared to flatten out temporarily before the stress of the situation foreboding weighed down upon his mind. Grasping a mannequin of hickory dressed in lamellar, he began to trade disguises until he was in full regalia of war. It was his custom, Khagan felt, to always wear his lamellar in the realm of Mali' so as to remind them the full blessing they had of having the Subudain man serve as their guardian. Instated as a guardian under Prince Darius, capitan of the Lumi'drim, he forgoes nowadays the fullness of his accolades: as guard to High Prince Khel, High Princess Titania, and to Darius. Cracking his knuckles to fit the greaves better, his bronze appearance held a sway on those who gazed upon him. A slayer of wraithes, dispatcher of necromancers, and a grizzled veteran of wars spanning from the Blackmont-Teuton War up to the current conflict with the Scourge-Dwarves, his stern grimace completed an outward appearance of wrought determination and a man of actions rather than words.

Nonetheless, as Khagan walked along the road from New Malinor to Lienniel, he would pass each Mali' with a greeting and a tip of his Mongol helm. Eloquence rode high in his voice, a product of the Subudain oral tradition. In the absence of Mali' walking along the road, Khagan lowered his head and spoke softly in a trance-like state as sand scurried and drew itself along his chest and face. Rocking back and forth, he concentrated on melodious recitation in the Subudain tongue. Arriving at Lienniel, he disengaged in his spiritual practice and continued through the woods in which he was banished in search of Kalameet and the other Conclave-kin.

Entering upon a crowd, conversation alive, he jostles his way towards Kalameet. Upon reaching Kalameet, he gives a satisfied grin and turns on his heel to face the others. Looking back to Kalameet for confirmation to speak, he begins his heralding of the Mali' around and in earshot.

"It appears that the Conclave is making themselves present and known, let us pray that they may supplement any talk they give with action. I like action, a man sweating by the brow deserves more attention and respect than a silver-tongue bastarde. As a Guardian of the Lumi'drim, I believe it is the best course that the Conclave be recognized by myself. I can speak from decades of experience assisting the Mali' that the High Council has passed their date of redeeming their system of governance. One can speak flowery about switching folks in and out, but it becomes a rinse and repeat process as evidenced by the newest Mali' input in said positions.

I can say that Lienniel shall have their neutrality respected, in contrast to the attempted blackmail against Artimec himself from the Council. If Darkhaven wishes neutrality, such will be respected. If Adunians desire neutrality, manifold respect returned to such a request. Despite outward histories reading ill of rebellion, one should know that the Conclave will deal the Council's refusal for reform as neatly as possible. However, for the naysayers and chaotic who do not have the sense of reasoning and logic, know that if you throw yourself onto the Conclave with dagger or sword in hand, you must not act surprised and abashed that the Conclave defends themselves during the march for Reform.

In the long run, I desire that the argumentation stay at a minimum. The Mali' dwelleth in centuries of naysaying and debating which merely ran their progression as a People to a screeching halt, immobilizing them to be pilfered by the Roses in the past. I prefer that we learn from our past and not let arguments get in the way. Know that if you desire not to fight when the March of Reform occurs, merely remain in your homes whilst the Council are escorted from their location of festering laziness and ill-boding actions such as despatching ideas of assisting Scourge-dwarves and such. We will respect any and every single person's desire for neutrality."

 

((This is Gaius's post, to be un-forum banned tomorrow))

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After Feanor gives his long winded speech, Kalameet smiles. His chest grows, pride filling him.

"It fills me with pride and hope to see other Mali are not blinded by the glamours of the High Council. You spoke well Feanor, better then I."Kalameet turns to Art, nodding firmly "High Council had made no attempt to come speak with me since their last threats; logically, they see me as 'too power-hungry' to speak too." Kalameet rolls his eyes "Such petty excuses to defend their High Council."

"Then do not ask to speak with them, demand it! /I/ hardly even take you seriously" Alirya says after stepping closer to Artimec

[Moot 1719]

"Then do not ask to speak with them, demand it! /I/ hardly even take you seriously" Alirya says after stepping closer to Artimec

Kalameet lifts a brow to the Mali, seeming put off by her illogical attitude.

"I feel our word has been spread, Mali. I wish you safe hunts; May you all preserve the Mali'lumi Ethic."

Kalameet then departs, along with those who had joined him there.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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