A challenge to the Tilruir'tir.

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Mordew steps up to the podium of Haelun'or's theatre, looking over the crowd with a slight look of determination, his gleaming mechanical jaw would click once or twice open before beggining to speak.

"Lliran of Haelun'or. It is with great distaste that I am to issue this formal challenge to Tilruir'Tir Elwyn Izalith, due to both her absence and declining mental state; As stated by Taeleh Elibar'acal, Miss Izalith has not been within the silver walls of elcihi for over a year, yet still holds her position. It is also increasingly becoming apparent that she is no longer mentally fit to maintain her duties, two council meetings ago she remained entirely silent until the meeting's conclusion, at which point she spoke briefly before myself, one Seth Calith, Sillumir Lylitus and Evarir Lyu, issuing orders to the Haelun'orian guardforce to locate the late Kalameet Izalith, despite the common knowledge of his demise, specifically requesting us to search all corners of both Haelun'or and Vailor until Kalameet was located. Such is but one example of many examples of her unhinged mental state, and now due to her prolonged absence she must be assumed missing in search of Kalameet, or deceased.

During my long and gruelling service in the Sillumir, I have kept close watch over many guardsmen and deemed there to be few, if any candidates worthy of filling Elwyn's boots, and therefore plan to mimic her previous strengths to the best of my ability, as well as acknowledge her failings and apply them to my succession as deemed fit. I shall be offering promotion to many of the Evarir in need of recognition, recruiting more Sillumir than before, continuing the long forgotten training sessions during Laethis' reign and tightening our partnership with the generals of Orenia in order to build a substantially improved guard force and military to uphold the law and enforce it as deemed fit. For the sake of Maehr'se Hiylun'ehya and for the will of the Maheral and Council I promise to lead us forth, llir. As brothers and sisters of the silver city and the pure Mali'aheral, we shall succeed." 

He then raises a fist into the air with a rattle of armour, bringing it down before his chest with a slight tap of metal, saluting the present Sillumiran and citizens before stepping down and marching from the stage without another sound.
 

Edited October 25, 2015 by Mordew

[VL 298]

"I have a single question. What will the speaker do about his appalling metal jaw in the wake of this challenge?" Luther comments with skepticism. 

[KorusPrime 130]

Lyu scoffs at Luther's comment, "Would you prefer a tir that cannot speak and thusly cannot give orders?"

[Wendigo 786]

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