The Vial Spills - A Challenge

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Irhamir stands in the center of the city, his pupils dancing about, looking around him. His head tilts up slightly, his arms in a passive manner behind his back as he speaks, clearly for all to hear.

 

“The position of the Tilurir’nor roots from the need for supplies. This goes into three seperate branches, keeping the pure citizens of Haulen’or fed, supplying materials for the state, and maintaining an economy within Haulen’or.”

He pauses for a moment, biting his lip in a nervous fashion as he looks about the citadel.

 

“I have recently come aware that Tilurir’nor Ikur is failing upon his duties.”

 

He pauses once more, looking about nervously.

 

“I challenge Ikur for the position of Tilurir’nor.”

 

He sighs,

 

“I am particularly talented when it comes down to economical matters and the ability of procuring goods. Never have I had an issue when it comes down to the simple minas, and any resource I need I can easily obtain. Of course, that is something that should be obvious when you are one of the most talented fletchers within Vailor. Nevertheless, I am able to obtain food, something that is an issue seemingly, quite easily. Earlier this day when it was brought to my attention the lack of food I proceeded to purchase a large crate of it, filling the food supplies for a good few days. This can be easily repeated over and over again.”

 

“I wish to push forwards our states economy, building up the docks which would appear to have a failed market at it’s location. This is something that the Tilurir’nor should be fixing, but is simply neglected.”

 

He nods once, calmly looking about.

 

“I believe I can fulfill the duties of this position much better than the current neglecting Tilurir’nor.”

 

[Wendigo 786]

"About time, I'm starving!" Riondil Seni would rub his belly, as he walks away.

[kingnothing 571]

"This guy's like a pizza," Kaathe spoke, nodding his head. "-I'd eat him, even if he was cold, and only had cheese on him."

[- Pastry 931]

"Willingness to take the position... Pure lineage... Minimal political history." Ikur taps the end of his pen against his cheek as he pores over the challenge. From his desk in Fi'Ceru he scribes a simple and succinct response.

 

"I resign. Best of luck. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

- Ikur Seregon."

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