Voting Box for Council Positions.

[Pudclud 32]

"I was Dorry's lawyer mate, was only meh job te defend 'im. An' if ye only seen meh once, t'en ye be on some sort o' drugs t'en..."

[Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34]

Morkas arrives at the voting, and sees that his name has already been filled for Yemaker's Pick. Realizing that he should speak, he shouts out, saying,

"Lads, 'ere is why ye should vote fer meh tah be in de position uv Yemaker's Pick. When ah 'eld de position fer ah short while, ah started ah public moin in Kal'Karik, and ah was nearly done wifin ah year. Ah left tah fulfill mahself an ah was gone fer loik ah 'undered years, ah came back, an de fing still was nae done. Ah would git t'ings done fer ye dwarves, an ah would 'elp de kingdom by creatin' ah official moinin' workforce. ah'v done it once, an ah know ah can do it again! Vote fer meh, an we'll git de feck tah werk!"

Morkas steps back, and waits to hear what other dwarves have to say.

[Jakesimonson 691]

*A hooded messanger pins a note to the nearby voting booth*

I, Grimloth Irongut nominate myself as Lord Marshal.

[Al Q'Mess 7]

"I need yer assistance, could ye possibly vote for meh during the Lord Marshal election tonight? it would be amazing." - Ven

Al Q'mess rereads the note in his hand before casting his vote.

More power for the Crimson Edict, more potential power for me he thinks to himself.

[Aptrotta 162]

Hydrose Goldhand stands up. He beings to speak,

"Dear dwarven brothren. My name is Hydrose Goldhand. I 'ave nominated myself for 'Igh merchent becuase I can bring our nation to tae economic success it deserves. With my 'elp, we can become tae richest, most profitable nation in all of Asulon. With tae better economy, our population will increase, trade will increase, and our power will spread. But, ye may be askin, " Hydrose, 'ow we can achieve this?" Well, we can acehive this by focusing on trade. We are dwarves, we spend our lives practically in tae mines. And what do people want that can be found in mines. They want the ores. I believe if we make more mines, we can find more ores. If we find more ores, we can sell them. If we sell them, we will rise up on tae economic scale. At tae moment, we our not tae 'ighest in our economic standing point. I can get us to tae top. But to do that, ye need a dwarf with certain characteristics. Ye need a smart dwarf. Ye need a loyal dwarf. Ye need a fair dwarf. I am dat dwarf. I promise, we will soon become a busy center for trade wit me as ye 'igh merchant. Vote Hydrose Goldhand as ye 'igh merchant if ye want to better our great nation. My name is Hydrose Goldhand and I approve this message"

Hydrose sits down and enjoys his book again.

[TeaLulu 1783]

A small, stout dwarven girl with ginger hair tied into two braids, green eyes, and a light pink dress, runs up to the voting box, posting the following indecipherable note written in a pink-charcoal like substance.

It seems she does not know how to write, or was never properly taught. She beams to herself, speaking out loud.

"'m gonna mak' t'e bes' head-o-dessert-and-sweets t'at Karik 'as e'er seen!"

She then turns, adjusting the paper crown on her head and speaking loudly, for the prospective voters to hear.

"If ye wan' t'e bes' sweets, made wit' t'e finest ingrudunts, ye best vote fer ME, Melanite Irongut, fer' head-o-desserts-and-sweets! Karik will ne'er hav' a shortage o' cakes, pies, or sweetrolls wit' me in charg', ye can bet yer axe on 't!"

[Hiebe 2493]

Aye me daughter even has a head fer politics. Har har. Sweets all fer all

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael stands up upon a high stone and looks down at the dwarfs and members of the Edict gathering around the voting booth.

"Friends, 'uamns an' countreh dworfs!

Ah, Bael Tunnelsmas'er, come tu yer tuday, tu announce meh candidaceh fer teh positiun uv "Yemekar's Pick" an' w'y ah wuud be guud fer teh sput. Ah'm alsuh goin' teh talk teh yer 'bout teh candidates fer teh uvver positiuns!

Ferst uff, DUNAE vote Ellsia fer teh positiun uv 'igh Ambassador. Shes gut tuu much uv a tempah un 'er. 'er idea uv diplomaceh is tu stab teh uvver guy. Vote 'ogarff.

Nex' vote Kjell fer teh positiun uv Lord Marshal. 'e 'as teh experience an' 'es teh paragun fer fecks sake. Ventus maybeh a guud leedah, but yer nee' a dworf woo commands teh respect uv teh nation. More importantleh, yer nee' a dworf.

Skaff fer grand merchan'.

Taking a deep breath, Bael continues his mighty dwarfen monologue.

"Ef made teh Pikc uv Yemekar, ah promise dat dere will be 'ousin' fer all new arrivals tu Karik an' werk fer t'em tuu. If yer dunae believe meh, ah've been runnin' a feckin' flop'ouse fer teh past few years. Ah will make sure dere is werk an 'omes.

More importantleh, ah will werk wiv teh Forgelord, teh Lord Marshall an' teh Grand Merchan' tu make sure teh kingdums economeh be werkin' smuuthleh. Ah will maintain teh werkers, gettin' teh ore, fuud, stone an' wuud weh dworfs need. Ah will give teh forgelord teh ore tu make intu guud werkin' metal, tuuls an' weapuns. Teh tuuls go tuh meh werkers, teh weapuns tu teh Lord Marshall an' teh surplus tu teh grand merchan'.

All whoile ah'm doin' dis ah will be mintin' new coins fer us an' injectin' new loife intu owr decayin' citeh. Ah alsuh promise dat weh will 'ave a new granary built tu store teh wheat incase uv famine, new moines w'en teh curren' wuns run dry an' a new lumbah yard tu be built. More farms an' most importantleh, MORE ALE.

Alsuh, ah will appoint Morkas as meh secratery ef ah win."

Bael jumps down from the rock and you feel compelled to vote for him.

[[ And most importantly, starting Monday, I can be on almost every day up to February next year. ]]

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Kjell looks at the votes of his opponent partially shocked by the number of said people who wish the elf to be elected, "Oi! 'Iebe! Check da ballots ta see da 'and wroitin' on em, dere cannae be dis many votes fer a elf! Me finks 'e be cheatin'." Kjell then shakes his head in disgust at the thought of an elf running 'his' army.*

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Posters appear around Kal'Karik and Crimson Hall.

Support Bael Tunnelsmasher and the future of the dwarfen economy.

[HuskyPuppy 255]

*Kjell looks at the votes of his opponent partially shocked by the number of said people who wish the elf to be elected, "Oi! 'Iebe! Check da ballots ta see da 'and wroitin' on em, dere cannae be dis many votes fer a elf! Me finks 'e be cheatin'." Kjell then shakes his head in disgust at the thought of an elf running 'his' army.*

glares at Kjell as ge waklks up to him slowly

"Cheating?, Bah I think not. Yer a fool fer thinkin' I'd be cheating on this, 'ow could I cheat?, I get vote from people who live 'ere, Human district and Dwarven because I spend time in both helping out who needs it, if anythin' ye should be proud to 'ave someone who's at least tryin' to win against ye. I honestly thought ye 'ad more common sense than this.

[Hiebe 2493]

Voting ends at 10 PST)

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

glares at Kjell as ge waklks up to him slowly

"Cheating?, Bah I think not. Yer a fool fer thinkin' I'd be cheating on this, 'ow could I cheat?, I get vote from people who live 'ere, Human district and Dwarven because I spend time in both helping out who needs it, if anythin' ye should be proud to 'ave someone who's at least tryin' to win against ye. I honestly thought ye 'ad more common sense than this.

*Kjell looks back at the elf with a crooked grin on his lips, "Well den Ah'm finkin' ya 'avenae read da constitution! 'Alf yers lads cannae be all 'onorary Dwarves. But nae da less Ah 'ave ta claim ye ta be a good foe, tuh bad yer a tree squatter! Nae mattah dat Ah moight 'ave ye lead yer crimson lads w'en Ah become Marshal." Kjell then unclips his tankard from his best and brings it up to his mouth taking a drag before belching loudly as he stores it away again.*

[HuskyPuppy 255]

*Kjell looks back at the elf with a crooked grin on his lips, "Well den Ah'm finkin' ya 'avenae read da constitution! 'Alf yers lads cannae be all 'onorary Dwarves. But nae da less Ah 'ave ta claim ye ta be a good foe, tuh bad yer a tree squatter! Nae mattah dat Ah moight 'ave ye lead yer crimson lads w'en Ah become Marshal." Kjell then unclips his tankard from his best and brings it up to his mouth taking a drag before belching loudly as he stores it away again.*

Ventus chuckles

"I've never been in ah tree in my life, Ye know Ah once thought ye weren't 'alf bad, tell meh why don' ye like meh bein' an elf?, I jus' want to know, tell meh?"

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Rolls his eyes, not believing the reason he doesn't know why.*

"It be 'cause yer kin shot me mudder, an' dat ye live in da trees dat me an' me kin befer meh 'ave cut doon!"