A Secretary's Account

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They came in pairs like doves. The billowing gowns of white from the City of Norseth'onn, the midnight blue and gold from the City of Ker'Nor, yet it seems its always the host that lacks etiquette and breaks tradition, with Artimec Camoryn as the sole representative of the Council of Roots. 

 

Everyone knew the outcome. It was a curse. It was a burden. Look what happened to Tristin. Power corrupts. Anyone who enjoys politics must be evil or an aheral, whispered the young and naive, the old yet foolish. 

 

Luckily I was both.

 

Everything has a meaning, if assigned any. You could toil for a hundred years, but your efforts and memory forgotten in the passage of time. So why bother upholding tradition?

 

Because if we dont, no one ever will.

 

And so the play was carried out. Greetings exchanged, formalities introduced. The 2nd Princely Council to be convened, annoyingly after the High Prince has step down. 

 

I still haven't forgiven him for that break of tradition. 

 

They were seated across the river, where the calls were dutifully called. And on cue, Artimec raised his hands up. 

 

Somewhere in my mind, I was hoping for something exciting. Someone to challenge his claim. Someone to sacrifice themselves instead. Not that I had anything against Artimec, but the script was worthy of a 12 year old's imagination. A halfling's one at best. 

 

I gestured him to make a speech as to why he should consider running for President   High Prince. He mumbled out it was strangely aheral in nature. 

 

Yes because only we make speeches. I think only taxidermied animals dont make speeches. Or rocks. But hey a rock druid might prove me wrong. 

 

He promised that all mali would be able to live with their unique differences, yet work hand in hand, protecting us from external threats, preserving our way of life. 

 

It wasn't a very impressive speech, but he was the only candidate. He could have just said 'Who cares' and we would have probably still rolled with it. 

 

After a quick question from Jayce, the Princely Council declared Artimec Camoryn, the Second Dominion High Prince. 

 

 

 

Long may his reign be. 

 

At least that's what they said. 

 

Spoiler

I'm sure you'll see a fancy post come up from Art soon, his life long goal is to maintain his post:rep ratio. So consider this a short read to a very frustrated statesperson of the Dominion! 

 

 

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