New Maer Of Kralta

[BegginLena 135]

Mikhael Carrion stands atop of the Krelm, he feels the breeze of the wind on his face and is then hit with the foul smell from the Kraltan River. He steps back, muttering to himself. A lone Strelt runs up the stairs of the Krelm calling for the Lord, Mikhael sits on the wall and takes out his pipe as the Strelt speaks. He says;

 

"Lord! Lark Steelwall is away with his blacksmith guild!, there is no one to offer advice during these frequent storms!, what will we do!?"

 

Mikhael stand up from the wall and peers over the edge, he speaks clearly and to the point,

 

"It seems that Kralta requires more than just one pair of eyes to make watch of the streets, I will appoint a man I have trust in"

 

The Strelt raises a brow,

 

"But who?"

 

Mikhael takes a long toke from his pipe,

 

"A man who has given to Kralta and received little back, Hogvir Ironcrow"

 

The Strelt nods in agreement. Mikhael continues,

 

"The Ironcrow family grow ever more influential in Kralta with the Stadholder role held by Orlik Ironcrow and now this Maer position, tell him as soon as possible and we can begin a feast!"

 

The Strelt then runs off in search of Hogvir to tell him of his new role in the town.

 

(( To accommodate both the EST Timezone and the GMT Timezone I am setting up a Co-Maer system to ensure that there is always a leader figure in Kralta.))

[Lark 2227]

Lark grumbles as he has so much damn stuff to do.

[Lastdash 14]

*Hogvir Ironcrow watches the messenger as he sprints down from the Krelmstad. The man then approaches him in the street and tells him of the great news*.

 

Maer bu'h wha' about Lark, 'e be'h tha' Maer, *the messenger briefly explains of Mikhail's intentions and that Lark will not be around so much* Well if Lark b'eh okay wid't 'et then ah'll happil'eh te'ck tha' position.*Hogvir then sits down in his office and takes a gulp of Carrion Black, gracefully accepting the position*.

[Lastdash 14]

[[This could be interesting]]

[Haribo 385]

Papa Istvan looks away as he hears about this, kraltan politics seeming so distant now.

[dude 230]

Lorik Edain nods in agreement regarding the new Maer.

 

" 'ogvir's a goo' pick fer Maer, da."

[Knox213 10]

Retracts the title, Turncrows cannot receive titles.

[Komodo 140]

Vassily, Speaker of Strelts, Among First of Crows, Son of Leonid, Cousin of Crowsfield, and long time strelt, Raevir, and servant and disciple of Saint Siegmund, Saint Bogdanistan, and Godanistan speaks in hushed tones within the local drip, where Raevirfolk come to drink and make their quiet grumbles.

 

"Brat'ya, do you hear? There is new lord in Krelmstad. Da, some offshoot of an offshoot. And he appoints Ironcrow to position of Maer?"

 

The old-young strelt shakes his head. 

 

"And what if he refuses to establish trade deal with Bresi' in favor of closer ties to Dwarves? What if we must gather to protect right to form Sovetski? I will say this streltsy. Kralta is grown into small town from being once tiny village. In Mother Raev, in far-away lands, our patriarchs established checks to curb powers and keep strelt interests in check. First, was Raevish electorating of such Maer. It is time we look to our forefather's ways, to decide what is best for Ruska."

 

The strelt nods and takes a long drink of Carrion Black™, sitting back to hear his fellows mutter slight agreements. 

[Haribo 385]

Papa Istvan, though taking a reserved stance, as is his nation nods in agreement.

 

"Da, the raevir must be the voice of Kralta, as is custom."

[BegginLena 135]

Rain patters onto the windows of the Krelmstad as Mikhael Carrion, son of Fyodor sits at the center table, he drags a bottle of Carrion Black™ across the table and tips it up to his lips. Upon placing the bottle down he speaks in a peaceful, mellow tone.

 

"Bah! what am I do to? I hear the king request the removal of the Maer title!"

 

Mikhael takes another long drink from the bottle as he stands and looks into the fire.

 

"The town of Kralta needs strong leadership so that it can become mightier than its previous self! how can we ask the people of Kralta who they request as Maer if there is nobody willing to stand up and do the job."

 

He sends the bottle hurtling into the fire and turns as the alcohol ignites.

 

"If the people of Kralta have a legitimate man to take this title then I urge them to bring him forward, such a young man like myself can only do so much! I was a mere child before now, I was never taught the customs. If these men of Raevir have doubt in their own bloodline they best make swift speak of it."

[Lark 2227]

Lark calls out from the pile of paperwork that he is buried in currently, "'ogvir is good strelt. Farm strelt and priest strelt are zhenya with tiny pedniks who make complain. Pay no attention to them Mikhail. As fe' 'einrik...I take responsibilty feh 'ogvir, keeping an eye on 'im. Though 'ogvir is good strelt. 'ogvir is strong strelt. 'ogvir seeks forgiveness 'einrik. And Godanistan forgives those who seek forgiveness.

[Archbishop 1784]

"Why make remove of fellow strelt, he best possible man for job, nobody else make do of this job better. Hogvir will make good-kralta alive again, making remove of him was very bad idea... Heinrik make give Maer to him" says an angry strelt

[Haribo 385]

The honored Prior Papa Istvan was just insulted? 

 

"You make zhenya speak towards good priest of Godanistan? You are of unholy birth, cetnik. Make remove of Lark Steelwall for blasphemy."

[Lastdash 14]

*Hogvir spits on the floor after hearing Istvan's words*

 

A true Raev does no'h seek pow'eh, they be'h 'anded it. A true man 'eh god teaches tha' Godanistan's words 'nd no'h demand respect from 'is fellow preach'ehs. May 'et be'h true tha' y'eh wish tha' remove ov't good-strelt Steelwall or myself, tu'h gain Kraltan pow'eh? Tha' language y'eh speak be'h Raev, ye'h religion be'h Raev bu'h... Istvan be'h no true Raev.

 

*Hogvir finishes off his Carrion black in joy, with a cunning plan in mind.*

[Haribo 385]

Istvan is now dead, even though he hand no intention to become maer of dumb town -.-