Jump to content

A Challenge to the Ignorant


PosidonX7

Recommended Posts

A Challenge to the Ignorant

In the Concord of Llyria
 

In accordance with recent events, I, Zhukar Ilzaantar, hereby do challenge Cassian Cardinal Omeryn for the position of Chancellor. His ignorance has shown in his rash decisions, and prefers to make others do the things he will not. This is weakness. He will see to it that the Concord itself falls apart, whether intentional or not. This man and priest has failed to support Llyria and its denizens in a manner that promotes growth and advancement, for which Llyria is built upon. He sits back and orders them to do what he is unable to, and shows pure fear towards that which he does not understand. His voice fills to the brim with desperation when he does not get his way. It is quite ironic that I, an infernal entity, would be the one needing to point out his instability. 

I have challenged him, and this is why. The Concord is a place for research, development, and growth. Cassian as shunted the very thing it stands for by openly insulting and demeaning an entire civilization of people simply because a single one of its people lashed out. Does this mean that because I, personally, have seen a human from the nations of “GOD” kill an innocent child, I should shun their entire civilization? Clearly, his decision making skills are extremely lacking. He acts without thought, which I can clearly and directly tell you, is exactly what this Concord doesn’t need. In a court room, in agreement with other councils members, was to hear their thoughts on a case and then the council was suppose to decide, as a whole, the verdict. He blatantly threw this aside, and made the verdict himself without addressing the rest of the council. He is greedy when given power, and lacks the intelligence to use it wisely. 

Cassian is a person who fears that which he does not understand. He thinks not of how his actions will effect the world around him. In a very delicate situation, he would rather lash out in a show of pure force rather than think it through with tactic and precision. He doesn’t know any better, and how could he? He is less than a half century old. While, in the Concord, we allow anyone to take up a position if they have the capacity to do so, he has failed to show that he has the capacity for it. He is too young and inexperienced. 

It is expected of a priest to follow his faith to the very center of his being, however, Cassian has allowed this to get in the way of his decision making skills. He ties his personal beliefs too far into his actions and disregards the pursuit of facts. If someone does not follow his “GOD”, he immediately sees them as lost or lesser. If he does not understand a magic, technique, or power, he automatically assumes it is demonic in nature, and that of Iblees. He couldn’t be further from the truth. This is the very definition of ignorance.

 

I, Zhukar Ilzaantar, will not fall to these petty bouts of ignorance. Every decision I make always has a meaning and a planned outcome. I am coordinated, tactful, and experienced. For over a century and a half, I have directed many organizations, groups, and even entire armies. It has come to my attention that our growth and advancement as a society has slowed lately. I will remedy this with a new form of transportation and organization. I observe first, and then based upon my observations, will then make a decision that promotes the growth of Llyrian society. 

Yes, I am what many would call a demon, but you need not fear me in my position as Chancellor. I have been bound in contract by Crumena himself. Breaking this contract in any way or form that harms the Llyrian Concord would surely bring my death. I have been charged to expand the growth of Llyria, and why wouldn’t I? Llyrian society has proven to be the only place in a hundred in fifty years where outsiders can exist and grow without the assured threat of destruction. In less than a decade, our nation has grown more than any other nation on Arcas. This is because our form of government is a meritocracy. This means if you have the will, the strength, the intelligence, and the capability for a position, you may challenge a person for it.

Henceforth in conclusion, I do dare call for the position of Chancellor unto myself.

Signed,


be9617b7ab2ef7017a07ebdc74fb6400.png

Link to post
Share on other sites

[!] Apostilica raised his spectacles in his study up to his eye. his desk of papers finally clean an organized, picked up the paper taking himself a good read,” Zhukar... I approve”... he moved it to the stack.

Link to post
Share on other sites

The Empyrion blinks. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

No.Cyrene snaps upon reading the missive, clearly quite infuriated at the declaration. Why would anyone trust a creature of demonic creation, the epitome of destruction and chaos, with a council position? Granting her a position such as this one will send Llyria into days of injustice and discord.” 

Link to post
Share on other sites

“You once threatened to murder a boy who jokingly told his friend he would swat them in the head, you had an ape break a mans spine, for no valid reasoning but ya you should be the one people trust, not the good righteous Canonist man.” is what Chillkazar says to big black

Link to post
Share on other sites

A pair of men danced wildly. Dim lights were cast from the pale steppes of Khorvassa. Hooves beat wildly, as a blind, mad horse was reined atop a silent hill. The beast screamed, the beast howled, a vile chorus of pleas undying. Hell sang within the wild mare, it’s eyes, void of light were set upon the stars, and crimson was let upon the sands. Satiation. “I’ve but a single eye. But I see more than you ever will.” stated one, disfigured figure, that of flame glistering through one eye, his shadow danced, owning a wretched puppeteer of flame, as if mocking that which owned it. “A spawn of Iblees! Burning and great! Reduced to a dying dog by the words of men; laws! Concepts of humanity, in short; nothing!” Were the words of the second. The men howled. The beast let out a final sigh. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

“Shut up, nobody cares about you and your troupe of iblees loving cursed fiddlers”

Link to post
Share on other sites

Archived

This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...