A Call to Moot

[Narthok 10416]

A Call to Moot

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I Arthas Ruric, of the Edvardsson Clan do hereby request that the Thanes, Jarls and Tribes of the Kingdom of Norland do gather for a moot. This war must come to an end, the reign of Javier wanes under the rising tide. I request Javier to abdicate the Thorned crown and to call a moot that the next bearer of the Thorned crown be selected from amongst those of eligible blood.

 

In accordance with the seventh scroll of the Norlandic Code I deny the primogeniture succession and issue a challenge of capacity to all eligible Rurikid. The eligible claimants must demonstrate proof of heritage, proof of faith and proof of competence. Upon the abdication of Javier Ruric the following claimants will be considered eligible for consideration by the Moot.

 

Jevan Ruric of the Eiriksson lineage

 

Jory Ash son of Javier Ruric of the Eiriksson lineage

 

Exander Ruric of the Edvardsson lineage.

 

 Jorvik Ash of the Eiriksson lineage

 

Orvar Ruric of the Freysson lineage

 

 

Those landed Thanes, Jarls and Chieftains of the High Cliffs may attend and make their will known at the moot.  May the All Father bless all parties involved with the wisdom and humility to make the choice best for the Kingdom rather than themselves. Furthermore the King’s failure to maintain possession of the Thorned Crown indicates the All Father’s will that he abdicate and allow a moot to take place.

 

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Writ en namen de

Arthas Ruric

[Jagermaster 50]

Brynden would lower his head in shame upon reading

"Aye this war must come to an end, a shame that it must happen this way though, we must stop biting off more than we can chew.

The Greymanes agree with this moot!"

[argonian 14254]

"Top Ten Easterner Cartoon Betrayals." says Reinald

[TankM1A2 840]

The senile, old Ser Chilfroy makes this face:

 

[Draiden 326]

Ty strokes his beard, deep in thought. His eyes flicker with the dancing flames in front of him. He studies the crowd of thanes, jarls, kings and great men as they enter the moot and sit around the bonfire, giving their opinions and arguing for one Ruric or another. He sighs to himself, grabbing a wrought-iron poker to stir the coals. "I hate politics"  He thought to himself as he turned over a log so that it may burn evenly. "But it is necessary to prune the leaves of an old tree, so that it may grow."   He smiled to himself, and said a short prayer to the All-Father and to the Paragons of old that they may help guide the men and women gathered here, that their hearts may be known and their intentions made true.

[rukio 8924]

Elle Noctuid crosses her arms, expression stoic as she braces for the internal strife of Norland's Rurics.

[Fishy 2709]

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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