~=~ The Challenge ~=~

[Fid 566]

 

Stepping up to a high area of the compound with long strides, a slim elf of middling height clears his throat and utters the following, folding his arms behind his back in the classic Aheral fashion.

 

“Karin’ayla, aheral’lye. This oem comes before you today to announce his candidacy for the position of Okarir’mali, currently held by the obtuse and incapable individual going by the name ‘Medi’lyur’. I do not consider her mannerisms and conduct to be fitting of an Aheral, much less a representative of the Silver City of Tahn’siol. I was horrified to learn that she is the individual responsible for the acceptance and integration of new Aheral in our blessed community." The thin elf pauses here, giving a quiet, exasperated sigh. "After all, lliran... a woman who is barely capable of stringing sentences together should not be allowed to interact with our citizenry, much less accept or deny new applicants.”

 

“Therefore, as dictated by our hallowed tradition, I challenge this woman to a debate, to prove to the citizens of elcihi that she is not capable of serving the citizenry in the position which she currently inhabits. I mean to prove, furthermore, that I, Durion Uradir, am far better suited to the rigorous responsibilities demanded by the role of Okarir’mali. As a sign of utmost respect to the authority of the State, I am willing to allow the incumbent to begin by defending herself and her… ability to serve.”

 

“Finally, I ask that the Sohaer mediate the debate. If he is incapable or otherwise occupied, I humbly request that the respected Maheral, Lucion Sullas, mediate in his place, as there are none within elcihi who may deny their higher knowledge of the law and the orders of our blessed government. We await your leisure, Sohaer.”

 

With a gentle nod to those attending, Durion descends from the raised area to await Kalenz’s blessing of the matter.

 

[Caelria 2619]

Laureh'thill waits eagerly.

[Fid 566]

 

Laureh'thill waits eagerly.

 

 

((+1 for good Slavic music, Caelria. You sure know how to party.))

[DISCOLIQUID 2731]

Vallei'sul, even during her trials of purity, possibly the closest interaction with the Okarir'mali one could have, gives an inconspicuous nod to the challenge. 

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus smiles, awaiting the heated debate likely to come.

[Overland 349]

  Andria Fi'talareth looks up to Durion, nodding occasionally during the speech. As the speech comes to a close, she turns to face the other High Elves present at the speech. She takes a breath before continuing, "Finally, the time for this debate has been long overdue." She then blinks, awaiting a response from the others.

[MrJoshy 130]

Ceriren, standing resolute with her blue eyes; stares outward at the decision with a light of a smile. "Finally, something to rid the llyren of that impure swine," she says with a rather vicious hint of acidic venom. She adjusts her blade on its strap."Good."

[Stag 3234]

Iatrilemar cringes in his home "Another... Uradir... No. No this can't be happening."

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur smirks mildly before forgetting who was challenging who and why he had any vague interest in the matter.

 

Later in the evening:

 

"Ooh! A debate!"

 

Repeat ad infinitum. 

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

Camernor chuckles to himself, something which is strange for a high elf of his stature, his expression overcome with excitement.

"Oh, Durion, impress me as it is not hard to debate against the idiotic Okarir'mali'," 

He looks around, adjusting his gloves idly, his lips pursing as he mumbles to himself.

"The uprooting of the pair of weeds which entangle the flowerbed of silver, is about to begin. I shall start on the second as Uradir removes the one which is easier."

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz raises a brow at the challenge "Erhm... You require me? Wh-Wh... Erhm... Very well... Er... Begin?" The high elf nods resolutely as if to feign he knew what he was doing all along. 

[Lawrna 440]

The Eternal Librarian claps happily and nods, oddly floating about under a little outcrop.

 

"Oooh goodie!"

[Fid 566]

Durion traces a finger along the gentle curve of his jaw, waiting patiently for Medi'liyur to make her appearance. 

[Primrose 59]

Does not make an appearance as she knows a lost debate when she see's one as she hears the whispers of hate from those who once called her friend. Clearly she is not wanted nor needed in these changing times. She can only see this hate growing and growing in the days and weeks to come and does not wish to be a bother to anyone else ever again. 

 

Leaves the City with the cover of night not to be seen from again.

[Fid 566]

Clapping his hands together once, Durion rocks back and forth on his heels. "Well then. I suppose we shall get started, lliran."