The District Head of Velunor

[Chase 3793]

      Evar'tir Sulirrin sat on his bunk within the barracks, glancing around. Several Virarim had come and left at various times, some resting, others grabbing weapons, or storing personal items. Though the barracks remained relatively empty, save for the 'Ker Halerir, who leaned against the wall, sorting through documents, reports, missives, letters, and marking on a roster, sending off acceptance letters occasionally. Though, through the reports, he had noticed something, a large amount of recent break ins within the Velunor district. "Hm... curious," The Mali' murmured to himself. Though the next document he sorted through happened to be the recent government listings. Scanning down the list, the 'Ker's gaze landed on the Lord of Velunor. "Lockezi Voidrye," The parchment read, "I haven't seen him do a bloody thing recently." Evar'tir mumbled to himself, "Sorry to say, Locke, you're due for another coup against you at this rate." A half-hearted chuckle escaped the man, laughing at his own jokes, sure, but he found himself hilarious. "Though, I would like to see the district put to use again. A waste of the culture and area, if people aren't actively there unless for a festival, or a tavern, but aye." He murmured to himself, before an idea coming to him.

 

        The 'Ker spent the next few hours, writing. By the end of it, his righting hand being sufficiently cramped, though he did not heed until he finished. Upon the last parchment's completion, Evan read it over, once, twice, and thrice. Triple checking them all, before having each one posted in four various spots. The notice board within the main square, the notice board within Velunor, one sent to Aerith Oranor specifically, and one posted within the barracks of the Virarim. Each parchment bearing the same message, reading as follows:

 

      "Dear fellow Mali'Ker of Caras Eldar, Jewel of The Dominion of Malin,

 

       I put up these missives to say that I have entered the running for the District Head of Velunor, also commonly known as the Port District, or 'Ker District. I may not have a clan, a large family, nor do I run a tavern... but, I merely wish to help bring the district back to it's lively state, without the need of festivals which run the risk of being in poor taste, which could subsequently put a bad taste in those who wish to live within it, or within Caras Eldar, for that fact of matter. I do not go up, making speeches, as I am no politician, per se. There are things that must be attended to before political matters, such as defense of the city, familial matters, and upholding the law of our lands. There are several issues that must be addressed, too many for one missive, perhaps, but I seek to better them all. I seek to return culture to the 'Ker populace. I wish for our district to be used more then a port, a way in for those attempting to slaughter our people. But if I am beat out in this election of the people, then so be it. To welcome defeat in open hands means that the person who has gotten you beat, is most likely more capable for the position. But, with that, I conclude this missive. I thank you for your time to read such, and hope I can gain your vote.

 

                                                                                                                                                        - Evar'tir Sulirrin of Caras Eldar."

Spoiler

https://goo.gl/forms/CWX5Y1cd8ATd5SlS2 Here's the voting link, for all those that are able.

[ImCookiie 1950]

"Time shall tell who becomes victorious. No matter the being, may they bless this district once again." Xeno commented idly, returning to his home in a rushed manner.

[Hodgehog 85]

"This man no doubt supports the free sale of voidal items within the Port. I'd highly recommend voting for such a fellow, afterall, denizens of the Dominion do love their magic despite the minorities objections!" Antras would say to a select few, whilst sorting a number of goods in his shop.

[thesaintjaleel 792]

"I support him, he's done it in a way that doesn't imply supremacy..." he groaned, a growing grin forming on his face.

[Dromui 755]

Diraar gives a thumbs up.

 

"Go get em, son."

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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