In Pursuit of Change

[Twinny 1622]

 

 

( Credit: Rainy Day at Montara Beach by Luz Perez)

 

A terrible roaring beset the Isle of Saris; the crashing of endless waves to its beaches, the sound of thunder produced from its bright counterpart striking the ocean, its pale-turquoise beauty only revealed beneath such violent acts. It was an onlooker, a mali’thill- she who commanded the isle and lorded over its citizenry, that grasped such inspiration from this.

“Such beauty, such appearances.. Granted to your glistening canvas under threat of the above, under the threat of light, under the threat of its crushing power..” She spoke, pausing but momentarily to pick her next words with strategy, knowing of those present around her, her company, her loyal councillors- her guard and friends...  “Truly, i understand.. For this place, this state to prosper change must come, a heavy hand must strike at its rotting, corrupt foundations for those i have guided here to be free, for those who live here to feel reprieve” Did the countess ramble, her hands joining atop her lap, her white fabrics soaking through from the wet blades beneath.

“You- there” She ordered one of her lliran forth, gesturing to the earth beside her. “You will write for me, as i speak to you- anything I say, will be placed upon parchment.” She offered forth a small ink pot- as she drew a final breath, a breath of possible peace… a breath of her secure rulership.
 

“Though it is frowned upon by those within the present government; one Corwin- known as the eleventh trade monarch granted unto this state, this nation- change. His actions shattered the rude and excessive concept- that outsiders and political entities use alike to judge us. He granted to the suticans, citizenry and her soon to be allies a face of a more serious trade state, and went so far as to hold against the tides of the imperial army. It is with this, that I urge a change within the state; in which our stance of neutrality is edited, butchered as it is and placed back together in a refined, appropriate manner. It is my solemn belief that this state as is- is weak and crumbling. The citizenry flees or seeks their life elsewhere. Look around you, o’ councillors of Sutica- look to your families, look to the decline. Look at your labels and as to how your state’s populaces treat one another. The Cerulean army is but a shell of an /army/- it is no more than a militia adorning blue without the colours and banners of its generous subjects beneath- the Rhein, Osanora, Cartagena, Eastcliffe and my own, o’ councillors i plead with you to side with me on this change; make not of me an enemy but one who seeks the betterment of this nation.” As such; the mali paused- her gaze cast asunder; the windswept rain carrying her tears away, though by no means were they of sadness.
 

“It is through these- do I urge this nation to change. The stance on neutrality must change, we must seek allies- friends whomst will not break down our fundamental principles and try to subdue us- we must hold a means of defence through them.” Her head inclined, in acceptance of her words. “But not before we look to our own strength, and its decline. The requirements of the subjects must change, simple bribery to the trade monarch, Mika Uialben- the twelfth monarch, in the form of taxes- must change. The trade state, and her subjects must change in what is required; each vassal should require manpower to be placed into the trade state’s confederated army, to hasten this procedure- lest we wish to crumble. If the Sarissans turned rogue; and marched through every state- in such a present climate, not a single subject- or the state herself would be able to halt its unrelenting advance. Barony, county and Duchy would fall to its scythe, like how grain does to a farmer’s. A minimum of two subjects from the baronies, a minimum of four from the counties and a minimum of six from our humble duchies should be pressed toward the confederated army of this trade state to secure its future, and strength.”
 

“We must adopt and uphold a reactionary stance amidst our neutrality- no longer should one have to seek out a /minister/ of defence within sutica to subdue a possible cult uprising, or prowling dark magi in pursuit of an unwilling victim- they should be taken in the midst of the night; or in the broad of daylight- and the individuals questioned later, for the safety of our citizenry, and your citizenry. It is not you; who watches through the cold nights; the rainy nights and our wild storms- it is us, i- the sarissans. It is those who agree that defend its cold, decaying streets from the terrors that we would ensue.. Yet we hold no appraise for this. I am no defender of sutica, I am no mere guard- I am a noble of your appointment, the countess of the Sarissan Isle- who endangers her life in pursuit of protection, in pursuit of defence and strength. But a year ago now, young William, no older than six was near mauled by a dark creature and her rogue voidal mage accomplice, defending the streets of your capital city, alongside my unarmoured self- for no gain.”

After this; a long pause was had.. Naught but nature’s violence would be heard by those present around the countess for several moments, as she pondered on her words to the trade monarch- finally.. She spoke.
 

“To you; Mika, twelfth trade monarch, I sincerely apologize for the actions that i must take; that my people will take to usher in these changes- for a better, more prosperous, future. I urge you to abandon your bureaucratic filled sutican aristocracy- the weak should hold no vote if it means the state will prosper and benefit, regardless of their titles or position. The absent should hold little power over those truly contributing to this state's failing success- the shells of her subjects should hold little say for these things until they secure a solid grasp on their own lands- dealings and doings. To my great thanks- you have begun to listen to my words; and introduced much needed laws to our society- yet it is not enough. We are far from what is needed- and in my most truthful words… as long as sutica continues to take two steps forward; and one step back- even if the physical manifestation is going forward, she will never escape, the reputation cast upon you and her society will never progress or change so long as the Uialbens lay at its peak, this is for you, yourself- to repair.”
 

“Now; I would hope that my words alone would convince you.. But I understand they will not- the daemons on your shoulders will tell you turn away and ignore it- and to them I press my ultimatum: So long as this state maintains its present dealings without change; my currency- my produce, will not leave my isle. Sarissa is to refrain from paying her taxes; the isle will be neutral toward her neighbours, our wheat- our hay, will remain with our own farmers. Our equipment will continue to be withheld, or sold elsewhere for our own gain and security- as we feel that she who holds us all, the state- is unable to grant us protection.”

Her breath grew weary; the concept of strife was something she wished not for, in the homes she had built for people- for the sarissans, and her vassals- yet it must be done. “If action is taken against us for this choice, instead of dealing with what i have addressed- then i will have no choice but to defend my isle and her beauty; her people and our prosperity. To those of you who do not know me; but know of the reputation and failings of the trade state like i do.. I urge you to join me- in pursuit of change”
 

Signed:

(Countess Ivarielle, Lady of the Isle of Saris, Countess of Sarissa)

 

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OOC section:

This post is basically a demand post aimed at the trade monarch of sutica and the sutican council/lower government.
 

Demands TL;DR:
 

• Vassal overhaul, requiring vassals to contribute manpower to the army for the protection of the state- and to prove that they are willing to contribute more than mina to hold a position, and lands- and that they are capable of its defence.
• An overhaul of the neutrality stance of sutica, allowing us more action in the diplomatic sphere of almaris, such as defensive alliances and means of protecting its borders.
• Abolishing the state of ministers and how much control they have; appointing them simply by councillors in a more traditional style and advisory role, due to the lack of presence certain government figures/councillors hold- and some performing poorly in their jobs/basically living in other nations.
• A reactionary stance within the trade state to be adopted, aimed at the image that the trade state is not as it is formerly, and is against the housing of dark mages, their practices and creatures- and that they are very much not welcome here- instead of a bureaucratic process in which those formally situated within the guard need to seek out a minister of defence to arrest blatant suspicious individuals and group activity.
• A stronger push for the wealth of the nation to be pursued.
   

Going into effect until the demands are worked on/implemented or negotiated over:
 

• The isle of Saris will refrain from paying tribute/taxes to the capital.
• The isle of Saris will not contribute its supply of material goods, and will withhold promised sets of equipment and hay.
• If action is taken against the isle or her people in response to this, then Sarissa will react accordingly, and defend itself- and ultimately if it unfortunately devolves further than this- then (when the rules are available) Sarissa will be forced into open revolt, not choose- forced, under the condition of any hostilities or attacks against the county- either physical or by other means, or any attempts to legally withdraw the titles/legality of the people/nobility on Sarissa.

 

[Shezept 304]

Mil Uialben lets out a "Huh" as they go to call Mika over handing them what is this words "Ay, Mika. Come check this" @mika1278

[Knights5544 485]

Lounging about casually within his rented Osanoran room, Ser Gustaven von Halsfield would be delightfully engaging himself in a bit of mid-afternoon "recreational pursuits" as was often dubbed by him - that of which being excessive copious quantities of alcohol consumption coupled with the occasional quarter-dozen cigarettes to compliment the occasion. Quickly he'd arch a brow as a courier passes by Osanora handing out written copies of Countess Ivarielle's declaration.

 

"Drama in Sutica? Well, it's certainly well-needed, that's for sure! There's hardly much entertainment within their domain, I'm delightfully eager to see how this pans out." He'd declare happily in-between puffs of his Beckham cigarette, a glass of cheap alcohol in his other hand "Let the heads start rolling!"

[Cat Evocation 3728]

A particular elf would hear of the this eventually. He would idly comment from the safety of his own home much like everyone else does when they read notices or hears of drama.

 

"Can we demand the capital city gets remade so it looks better. My god its an ugly mess. Maybe people might come back." He jested out loud for the people in his Estate. A grand contribution to the topic at hand where nobody important will ever hear it.

[mika1278 3213]

2 hours ago, ItsMeDontWorry said:

Mil Uialben lets out a "Huh" as they go to call Mika over handing them what is this words "Ay, Mika. Come check this" @mika1278

 Mika Uialben Runs into the room from god knows where, halting as he spots a massive letter while his ears droop down "Why are you like this, wait.." he then squints down upon the paper "eh... ****, we'll get this sorted soon"

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Trade King Corwin sends to the Isle of Saris a signed scene painted during his reign - a reminder of a happier time when the State held to its own exalted ideals, and its monarch, diplomats and enforcers were guests often welcomed to international affairs.

 

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[Frenchless_fry 269]

Aramis Lavigne looked over the paper with a slightly raised brow "How interesting.."  she stated before going back to work.

[Anbennar 2356]

"I'm for anything aslong as I can be a Homosexual and Canonists don't go power-hungry." A very specfic High Elf from Osanora says to itself.

[AntonySkilled 111]

Felipe would stop building the new pen for his sheep when a citizen of Osanora brought him a copy of Countess Ivarielles message. "Ah how interesting of the Countess to make such bold declarations. Osanora will observe how the tides change and move with them. Though it may be best to resolve any issue before the waves get too high"

[Kur0 1]

The elegiac elfess remained unfazed as the denouncement scrolled by her crimson glare, all through a greater famishing for that which has yet to come.

[kingnothing 571]

A certain cloaked errant of rouge beats his chestplate in violent tune.