The Final Stroke of the Quill

[The Media Wizard 2958]

 

Azoth Hawksong sits behind his desk, exhaling slowly as he dips the quill into the small jar of ink once more. He withdraws it, scribbling down his signature at the end of the short missive. He nods slowly, blowing on the ink gently to set it to dry. After a few moments, he lifts it up and inspects it with misty eyes. After reading through it once he rises up. Leaving it alone on the desk, he begins to pack up his own personal items and set them neatly in his knapsack.

 

After a few minutes, Azoth steps to the door. He pauses.

 

Looking back into the small, open office Azoth allows a sad smile as his eyes fog up a bit. He inhales deeply, waving a hand as some unseen force extinguishes the candles in the room. He turns from his lovely corner of the government and strides out from it.

 

The next day, the missive would circulate around Caras Eldar at a slow pace as it reaches the eyes of each mali in Elvenesse. It reads as follows:

 

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To the citizens of the Confederate Realms of Elvenesse.

 

My heart weighs heavy this day. I want it to be clear that this decision was not brash nor decided in response to recent circumstances, though many may spin the tale that it was. It must be known that I have sought to depart from the Treasury of this fair nation for some time and only this day after two rejections of my seat by candidates did I find one willing to take up my flame. With this, I announce:

 

I, Azoth Hawksong, am resigning my position of Lord Treasurer to Calius Terin.

 

I would lie if I informed you all that this announcement does not bring me great sorrow as well as joy. I have loved and will continue to love the work done by my hand under this administration. Coming from a rebellion, the Treasury had not been a defined system of the government until my ambition led me here. From humble beginnings of roughly 18,000 minas the Treasury has grown to the most powerful and fiscally responsible nation in Atlas.

 

I have done many great things in my office but I am not one to brag on personal accomplishments, nor are any of them my greatest achievement. That, dear citizens, are you all.

 

The pride I feel each and every day when I see you all hard at work and living lively in this nation is immeasurable. While many would never allow themselves to enjoy my presence, I care for each and every citizen of this land. I have worked the gate, the tavern, the theatre, the councils, and even the shops. I've lived each day with fishing or sailing at the end so I retain that morality many politicians lose. While many see my ideals and judgments not befitting of this nation, it is by my strokes of the quill that I have done everything in my power to grant upon you all security and safety from my office chair. Never a single mina went into my own pocket nor would I allow such. I end this administration with less than 200 minas in my bank account.

 

This nation is something I fought, bled, and worked tirelessly to grow from the ashes of rebellion. While I do not stand alone, I do stand. Nevertheless it is time for me to take my seat and allow the next generation to take over. While I do love and cherish my job and all those around me I cannot rightly continue on. It is not of this nation to allow one person to rule forever so I shall willingly resign my power to another, be them similar or different by each regard. In their hands this nation will succeed, I know it.

 

How do I know such? Because each mali under our wings have done more than any mali before them. We are a nation of innovators and visionaries with more than time on our hands: we take action. And by that regard I am more steadfast in my belief that this nation will prevail. I retire now to a peaceful life of service to the GA, this nation, and my fellow mali-folk. I wish you all the best, and ride out this cart with all of you by my side.

 

To prosperity, transparency, and the good of the mali folk. Van'ayla.

 

 

A. HAWKSONG

Former Lord Treasurer

[Dromui 755]

Diraar sits silently within the tavern, staring at the open, empty building. Eventually he'd reach over, pulling two mugs from beneath. His flask is torn from it's place at his side, moving to fill the cups. He smiles softly as he takes a drink.

 

"I may not live to see our glory."

 

He speaks softly, raising the drink up as he stares off at the entrance to the tavern, as if awaiting a certain blonde-haired mali to join him in retirement. 

"Raise a glass to freedom; something they can never take away."

 

The forgotten 'ker simply awaits his dear friend, the missive gently drifting to the floor.

 

"They'll tell the story of tonight, llir."

 

The missive eventually lands in silence, sliding along the floor to stop, propped up against the stool. Diraar would not seem to notice, his eyes still trained on the entrance to the tavern. 

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Just now, Skale said:

Diraar sits silently within the tavern, staring at the open, empty building. Eventually he'd reach over, pulling two mugs from beneath. His flask is torn from it's place at his side, moving to fill the cups. He smiles softly as he takes a drink.

 

"I may not live to see our glory."

 

He speaks softly, raising the drink up as he stares off at the entrance to the tavern, as if awaiting a certain blonde-haired mali to join him in retirement. 

"Raise a glass to freedom; something they can never take away."

 

The forgotten 'ker simply awaits his dear friend, the missive gently drifting to the floor.

 

"They'll tell the story of tonight, llir."

 

The missive eventually lands in silence, sliding along the floor to stop, propped up against the stool. Diraar would not seem to notice, his eyes still trained on the entrance to the tavern. 

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It is the duty of every man and woman to prosper in our growing Dominion, it brings me grief that one such man with the drive and capability to make a nation so wealthy, so prosperous, has retired. The name Azoth Hawksong will go down in history as a name synonymous with craftiness, wealth and the singular drive to strive for peace and achievement in our era. Let us all take a moment to appreciate the work done by Laurir Hawksong, let us celebrate his many public works and deeds.

 

K. Ithelanen
Praetor of Elves

[Britannicvs 2508]

Dwifar Goldhand privately sends a letter to Azoth congratulating him for his tenure as lord treasurer, though he is grieved at the loss of an ally in trade.

[Banned 347]

*Ascanius would look off into the distance, his eyes full of wonder and fear for the future after Azoth*

 "Your name has been forged as one of great honor, power and integrity within the Realms of Elvenesse. Praise be you, Azoth Hawksong."

 

 

 

 

[Chase 3793]

A Dominion officer blinks at he missive, mentally muttering about it being called "short." "It's been a good run, Azoth. You've done great things in your term, and I wish you all the best. It's been an honour to work with you." 

[GDPR 014 48]

The Punished Auxiliary scratches his helmet, "Oh well. I don't know or care who he is, but didn't he support the wolf things? Does he **** on lawns too? I'm not paid enough to think, let alone paid at all."

[Holyland 3651]

Leonhardt sighs softly. At least he will still have a nice neighbor.

[Quirkyls 484]

7 hours ago, _Lackless_ said:

Lockezi blinks sadly

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gorgalak'lak has the urge to rip out lockeasy's eyelids

[firegirl7894523 247]

Carsandra squee's. "Now you get more time to spend with you're wife and kid! I'm so happy for you."

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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