~*~ A Hawk Sings ~*~

[The Media Wizard 2958]

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It is a cold, dark night in the capitol of the Republic of Laureh'lin, small Oak pedals begin to lightly litter the streets. A warm, soft wind gently massages the treetops above, leaving a trail of leaves which leads South. As Mali congregate the path, they find themselves outside of the Hawksong residence.

 

As the small mass of Mali arrive, a figure clad in worn and loose clothing steps out onto the roof from the protruding tower. Azoth Hawksong smiles a filling grin, waving idly to those below. With one last breath, he begins to speak in a soft tone; however, it seems to fill the area at a decent volume.

 

He begins:

 

"Ker'ayla, mali'llir. My name is Azoth Hawksong, and I am very glad and thankful for you all absent-mindedly following that fault trail of mine. I speak here today to deliver a simple message that I believe all of the Mali'ame of our beautiful Republic can share and relate to.

 

The Elven people are a proud and strong race, surviving persecution and collapse from our first days within the land of Aegis. And here we are yet again, in a constant struggle between ourselves and the world outside. But this time, we have something that only the oldest and strongest of Mali have experienced before; a strong leadership.

 

The leaders of our lands may have their problems and their complications at times, but they are here to protect our interests and selves from the threats which litter the outside lands. Have we not followed them into battle before? Have we not fought for our freedoms so many times within our times that our hands are bloodied with our efforts? We have, and our leadership have been right there beside us. Perhaps not leading... but forever beside us.

 

That is why I now appeal to you all to allow me to represent our people in the land outside of these walls. I have problems and I have not always been the Mali which stands here today, but I am ready to dismiss my honor and pride to protect the fair people of these lands. I appeal to you to follow me as you follow the Council... to allow me to protect our interests and threats which litter Athera.

 

That is all I have to say, and I hope the people accept me and permit me to strive for a better Republic and to be the voice of the Mali'ame in the world of Men, Uruks, Dwarves and other Mali governments. Sleep well, Mali."

 

With that, Azoth steps inside, sighing heavily and wiping his face. "Sleep well."

[Heff 2460]

Fumble sighs sadly that certain Shovel Smith doesn't sing for the villagers anymore

[Dohvi 622]

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