[Darius Ault, ARP] Declaration of Candidacy, Belvitz, 1693

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Declaration of Candidacy, Adria, 1693

Belvitz’ Firstlight Tavern, Circa 1692

Darius took a long gulp of his Black™ before climbing atop of the bench that he was previously sat on within Belvitz’ Firstlight Tavern. He peered down to his wedding ring, sighing slightly before looking back up once more - clearing his throat and raising a hand to silence the tavern as they gave him the attention that he rightfully deserves.

 

“Comrades o’Belvitz..” he begins, grinning as he looks around the room

 

“I suspect that most o’youse know me by now; though if youse do nae then allow me t’introduce m’self as Darius Ault, Maer o’this beautiful, n’successful town that we drink in t’day. Whilst I ‘av been ‘ere, servin’ as your Maer, I ‘av lent a ‘eavy ‘and in t’revival o’t’town - bringing new homes t’folks comin’ in, recreatin’ n’reintroducin’ a fair tax system t’the Duchy - a system allowin’ us t’fund initiatives such as t’mines, t’library, n’possibly t’most important o’all - t’Adrian Ducal Retinue.”

Darius motions to the table of uniformed ADR guards sat within the tavern.

 

“Our Duchy’s guards ‘av been workin’ tremendously ‘ard recently, bringing t’guard back from t’state that it were under folk that neglected it - allowing groups such as t’slavers o’Krugmar t’run rampant.”

“Hard workin’ soldiers, like t’men within this very tavern drinkin’ wit’ us today, that dedicate ‘emselves, and are ambitious enough t’rise through the ranks t’become Officers should be favoured over those tha’ are awarded Knighthood through their family’s fortune n’success; for I’d rather take one o’our self-made men than five o’t’noble’s entitled Knights! Make Knighthood mean somert; n’award it t’those that truly deserve it - nae t’those born int’ it!”

“Trust me t’represent youse in parliament under t’Aurelian Party, as I do already within Belvitz. In return, youse will see yerselves represented on a scale tha’ t’current Prefect - Antanios Rutledge - is nae capable o’, n’will see an even greater rate o’success than we ‘av already seen in t’last few years within our town!”

“If t’people youse trust t’protect youse trust me t’represent ‘em, then wha’ does that say?”
 

 

“An Empire for t’people, by t’people!“ Maer Darius declares patriotically, raising his tankard of Black™ to the other individuals within the tavern.

 

~ Maer Darius Ault of Belvitz

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Transcript for those that can’t read the accent:

 

Darius took a long gulp of his Black™ before climbing atop of the bench that he was previously sat on within Belvitz’ Firstlight Tavern. He peered down to his wedding ring, sighing slightly before looking back up once more - clearing his throat and raising a hand to silence the tavern as they gave him the attention that he rightfully deserves.

 

 

“Comrades of Belvitz..” he begins, grinning as he looks around the room

 

“I suspect that most of you know me by now; though if you do not, then allow me to introduce myself as Darius Ault, Maer of this beautiful and successful town that we drink in today. Whilst I have been here, serving as your Maer, I have lent a heavy hand in the revival of the town - bringing new homes to folks coming in, recreating and reintroducing a fair tax system to the Duchy - a system allowing us to fund initiatives such as the mines, the library, and possibly the most important of all - the Adrian Ducal Retinue.”

Darius motions to the table of uniformed ADR guards sat within the tavern.

 

“Our Duchy’s guards have been working tremendously hard recently, bringing the guard back from the state that it were under folk that neglected it - allowing groups such as the slavers of Krugmar to run rampant.”

“Hard working soldiers, like the men within this very tavern drinking with us today, that dedicate themselves, and are ambitious enough to rise through the ranks to become Officers should be favoured over those that are awarded Knighthood through their family’s fortune and success; for I’d rather take one of our self-made men than five of the noble’s entitled Knights! Make Knighthood mean something; and award it to those that truly deserve it - nae to those born into it!”

“Trust me to represent you in parliament under the Aurelian Party, as I do already within Belvitz. In return, you will see yourselves represented on a scale that the current Prefect - Antanios Rutledge - is nae capable of, and will see an even greater rate of success than we have already seen in the last few years within our town!”

“If the people you trust to protect you trust me to represent them, then what does that say?”
 

“An Empire for the people, by the people!“ Maer Darius declares patriotically, raising his tankard of Black™ to the other individuals within the tavern.

 

[Archangelic 212]

Artumée lingered near the doors of the tavern, listening to her husband's speech. Afterwards she applauded with the others about, a smile upon her visage before she turned and made her way back home.

[Banned 347]

The Hound Druid meditates deep within the September Prince's chamber, sleeping wolves scattered around him.

If he were aware, he would probably be proud of Darius.

 

 

 

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[3andD 1722]

Ostrobor hears of the speech from the Adrian keep, swiftly writing a letter of approval to Darius.

[wolfdwg 2677]

A certain man would smile as he sees Belvitz's future is bright with this man. 

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Hanasun Chet smiles the sun’s smile from the seven skies.

[Enlightenment 2300]

John nods, “Ave Darius”

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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