Nomination Speech

[Lathros 377]

((Written in the simple tongue for you simpletons <3))

 

"As you may or may not be aware, I Lathros [Oil] Ironbeard have been nominated for the Grand King position within the glorious Kingdom of Urguan," he pauses looking at whomever may have amassed, his hands shake ever so slightly, "It is a stressful position, I know. However, I feel that I am quallified for his position, maybe more so than the next man. Although, Ognar Grandaxe, the current Grand Marshall, I personally feel should not be crowned Grand King, for I feel that his position should stay within the Legion where his most quallified position lay. He is a very tactical man, whom is very well coordinated with military tactics. This is by no means tended to be offensive towards him. I feel he would make a very good Grand King, maybe more so than I."

 

He sighs, looking down at his feet,

 

"I feel that Industry shall nae cloud my vision for this beatiful future. Industry is grand," he shouts, hammering his fist upon the table in front of him. The crowd roars in happiness, "We shall nae impede our Industrial progress, rather, put it aside temporarily as larger monsters roar at the gates. As I am also aware you are not pleased with the current Lord's descisions regarding the removal of our such esteemed prior Grand King Vorstag Grandaxe. Whilst I am not aware of the reasons of his removal, I shall not blame the current Lord's council. They have been here for much longer than some of us, they are not corrupt as some of you may think," he nods looking towards the crowd murming amongst themselves.

 

He looks towards the crowd again, wiping sweat beading down his face,

 

"The war situation also rests at our doorstep, not leaving, we can not ignore it, for it roars louder than the others. The Holy Empire of Oren has attempted diplomacy, aye, and we have so gracefully declined. I am not to say if this is a good descision. I am not to judge the descisions of the Lords."

 

He nods towards the crowd, "Have a good day, and vote for whom you think the best nominee is," he smiles, stepping off the podium, grooming oily, iron beard.

[Galendar 631]

Agor stares toward Lathros, his eyes void of emotion.

"I love ye loik a brotha' Lathros- though ah dunnae believe ye ar' capable uf competing wit Kjell n' Ognar. Per'aps anutha toim..." He adds with a small nod.

[Greener 687]

"Nupe lathros! ye 'and oot wif da snelves tuu much and ye beh shoite nu offence buddeh"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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