Despot Nominee Speech

[Hiebe 2493]

The Consulary Republic of Holm

 

The Consulary Republic of Holm

 

*In the Irongut Palace within Holm the Nobles of the land sit and mingle with each other as they being to listen to the Despot nominee speeches. Dwain Irongut speaks up.*

 

”Nobles ove ‘olm! We are gadder ere tuday tu listen tu da nominees ove da Irongut clan an der asperations tu da throne ove da Despot. Please remember, only does ove Irongut blood may ‘old dis toile an onleh dem can be confirmed. We ‘ave Yeulf Irongut, Runa Irongut, an... uhhhh.. erm a snelf called Ascanius.... Irongut” Dwain mumbles to himself as he has to re-read the script he has before him. “Erm... at dis toime any canidate may speak an declare demselves.”

 

The floor is open....

 

 

 

(Please only those who are the candidates and the nobles post on this thread, FMs will be contacted if theres issues.)

[Man814 30]

Evan crosses his arms, putting his feet up against the table as he listens to all this go on, and looks about the room, rather distastefully, as he sighs”Another day, another heap of bull we gotta deal with.”

[EPICBEAST6209 130]

*Yeulf stands among the nobles of Holm, all eyes resting on himself he takes a breath before beginning*

 

“It’s a pleasure te’ be speakin wit’ ye’ all today, yet we stand ‘ere in unfortunate circumstance wit’ te’ resignation ove Dimlin. I’ve been living among you all fer so long an’ I’m glad te’ call ye’ all moi friends, ‘er better yet my family, my kin... In front ove us is a long road t’at will eventually lead te’ t’is great republic bein’ known far across te’ lands of te’ descendant races, an’ I’d laike to be te’ one t’at takes t’ose steps in pioneering t’at path.” Yeulf would look to the people around him with a solemn face. “Ahm aware t’at we’ve been faced wit’ several shocking revelations in te’ past few stone weeks, wit’ t’at ove Caesar’s plot fer a traitorous attempt on Dimlin’s life te’ overt’row te’ government an’ t’at ove Dimlin steppin’ down. As most ove ye’ know I’ve found myself Consul under mere circumstance. An’ while I’ve got very large boots te’ fill steppin’ in t’ose ove te’ late an’ great Hiebe ‘er Urguan fer dat matter I give ye’ moi firm promise t’at I am willin’ te’ do w’atever ‘et takes te’ bring t’is proud republic back to w’at ‘et once was an’ make ‘et ever greater t’an t’at.”

 

*Yeulf, finished with his speech would return to his seat among the nobles of Holm, allowing his fellow candidates to voice their concerns and promises.* 

[Burnsy 437]

4 hours ago, Man814 said:

Evan crosses his arms, putting his feet up against the table as he listens to all this go on, and looks about the room, rather distastefully, as he sighs”Another day, another heap of bull we gotta deal with.”

Ulhart walks over to Evan, putting his hand on his shoulder he says “It’ll always get betteh lad, always look on teh broight soide o’ loife.”

[The Elder Eye 101]

As each person took their time standing atop the stage and preaching to the masses, one woman stood off to the side, content with being the last in line. The Dwelfish girl made her way forward to the stage, her hand rubbing at her lower throat as she climbed each individual step leading up to the podium. She was adorned in a fanciful white robe- One that was made more for comfort than practicality, as she had for the most part been ‘on vacation’ after recent events had transpired. As she looked down upon the fair citizens of Holm, she cleared her throat, drawing her hand back away to reveal the scar which formed a smooth horizontal line across her trachea.
”Greetin’s, Citizens a’Holm.”

The woman said in an introductory fashion, her voice giving a soft rasp as she spoke.

”My name es Runa Irongut. Ahm th’daugh’er o’Ryall, an’ th’Niece o’Former T’ane Hogarth Irongut. T’day Ah’ve come t’appeal wit’ th’lot of you as t’why I’d be th’best choice fer Despot of our fair citeh. T’be fair, I don’t exactleh t’ink anehone ‘ere came en preparation wit’ a speech, an’ Ahm no exception.”

As she said this, a weak chuckle escaped her, before her amber eyes once more began to scan over the crowd.

”En my ‘undred-odd year life, Ah’ve dedicated my time entireleh t’learnin’ about th’clan I ne’er ‘ad a chance tae be a part of en my youth. Evereh night I was tucked en wit’ a grand story about th’Old Ironguts. Kilgrim, ‘Iebe, Grungron, Skippy. Th’days a’Kal’Agnar and the War against Iblees. Th’battle of ‘Ieben’all.”
”Now tha’ Ah’ve returned to be among my people, I feel as ef I finally ‘ave a place tae call home. And since Ah’ve returned, Ah’ve already bled, an’ suffered t’be wit’ our kin.”
As she said this, her slender fingers ran alongside the deep scar. She righted herself, her expression growing steadily resolute.
”Ahm not readeh tae give d’is up. Ef et means tha’ Ah have tae face greater threats t’an my cousin Dimlin, t’an so be et. Ah won’t sit idleh by while folk come en and ravage our citeh an’ th’people tha’call et home- Regardless of race, creed, or clan. While I’m no more learned en our culture t’an my forebearers, I still hold tradition true t’my heart. And until th’day tha’ my soul leaves th’stream, Ah’ll ensure tha’ our clan, an’ our citeh, never falter.”

With that, she stepped back away from the podium. Though before her eventual departure, she lifted a fist to the air and declared,

“Narvak oz Holm, Narvak oz Kazamar Khrorul!”