Gathering The Clans

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan, after a long time of silence, speaks up. "LORDS AND LADIES.

"After doing some Analysis, I have a few announcements."

"One. The stone? It is a fake. I studied the runes upon it, cross referencing them in the Library...It is just a Rune-Stone from Adunia. The Real one...I haven't a clue where it sits. I apologize for it...I was foolish enough to be deceived, and I should have studied it more carefully."

"Secondly. Harrion...Speaks well, as does Torrhen. May I be so bold as to Suggest that you, Torrhen, give up a bit of your 'Claim' in favor for Harrion? This has caused enough strife, and I am sure as brothers, you can learn to act like adults, and compromise. My Ballot sits with Harrion Elendil, Second born of House Elendil. This is because Harrion sits with a bit more...Logic. I have nothing against you, Torrhen...but I do think Harrion has the capability to lead /us/ Well."

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Torrhen looks at Hanrahan in shock and anger. "Hanrahan, you have betrayed my trust, I will not give into Harrion, a puppet of those who wish to see us fall."

[Avacyn 1712]

Septimus speaks after Hanrahan.

Torrhen, if ye've got so much support, where are they? I haven't heard a word with you. An' I do not believe Doune 'ere is of any clan.

[Tentoa 3161]

Indorill speaks up after Septimus

"/My/ vote lies with Torrhen, the true lord of Adunia.." he states plainly in an effort to make Septimus 'stuff' it.

[Muhammadan 181]

Shakes his head at Han in disguss. "Armas shull vote fee Torrrhen. Ah hav' nu reasun tu cast meh clans vote intu t'is 'Harrion'. ((written on phone.))

[TMGavLan 92]

Harrion stands, shaking his head.

"It has become quite clear that I trying to save my house has resulted in quite the contrary. The land would be better off governed by one incapable than no one at all. Imperial Majesty, I wish to keep my claim as Count of Graystake in the promised lands. I still wish to be your humble servant and that of the creator. But, this battle over worldly power is corruption in its prime. I am a holy man, not a fighter and not a politician. Majesty, forgive me for causing an uproar in your Empire.

Brother, I ask you to please listen to those you hold closest. Listen to Thorenir - he is family. Forgive all who opposed you, for it is only right in the eyes of the creator. And by our holy creator, forgive me as I forgive you. People of Adunia, please forgive me. It is all I can ask.

For those here who follow our holy creator, please join me in prayer."

Harrion bows his head, and begins to speak - whether or not those around him join.

"O Creator, he who are the infallible truth of all matters who can never deceive nor be decieved.

I firmly believe all that you have revealed and propose to my belief through your holy church.

I wish to do no other, no worldly powers such as this or otherwise.

Creator, forgive the failings and faults my brothers may have done from human frailty; even their heresies. For I forgive them.

I ask, Creator, that your teachings may flourish in them as they forgive me."

As Harrion does the holy symbol with his hands, he mutters: "So say we all."

Harrion looks around the room, to each face. He finally speaks.

"At that, I step down and denounce all claims I have to the Adunian throne."

Harrion turns, ignoring all who appose his leaving - his head down as his lips move, most likely still praying, his hands in his robes.

((Basically, I think people misunderstood that I was doing this entirely for the RP. I don't /really/ want to take over. I only wanted to create some interesting RP to get some Adunian RP going again. Though, in the end I feel like it spread us apart more via OOC means. ;), anyway. This was fun and I enjoyed it. Looking forward to further RP.))

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

Torrhen watches his brother leave and sighs. "He is right," he thought to himself. He rises from the table and says loudly, his hands clasped together. "My Lords, my ladies, I am your Lord again, and I thank you for your votes. Harrion's self removal has opened my eyes. All who opposed me are forgiven, yet not forgotten. Your posts are yours as they were before, and I hope you can put trust back with me."

He looks upwards at the head of the table, where Godfrey sits. "Your Imperial Majesty, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

[Snake Plissken 637]

Thorenir crosses his arms as he sits in his seat and watches Harrion go from the hall. He makes a loud 'hmph' noise before looking from Alasdair, to Martin, to Hanrahan, and then onto Torrhen. Lost for both words and actions, he uncrosses his arms and stares forward, his rage, frustration, and confusion all seeming to clash together on his face, creating but an empty, blank stare.

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

Torrhen looks at his cousin with sadness in his eyes. "Cousin Thorenir, please let us mend the wounds of this horrible strife between our people, return as my Thane and my blood brother."

[Snake Plissken 637]

Thorenir's face become less blank and more confused as Torrhen speaks. Without moving his gaze, he mutters, "Im going to need more time to think this through...". With that he stands from the table and strides hastily from the hall, his father's cape swaying gracefully behind him as he walks.

[Avacyn 1712]

Septimus solemnly watches the two men he had the most faith in to end Torrhen's reign walk out of the room. He then slowly stands up.

Torrhen Elendil... I'll admit. I had almost no faith in ye' as a ruler. But tae' see tha' Harrion could have peace for ye' in 'is heart, and tha' ye' could have peace fer Thorenir... it's melted my cold heart.

Septimus chuckles.

I served yer father, and taught ye' and Harrion as young lads. I've been with tha' family since early on, but I was not always there, as my family needed me as well. But now I humbly stand before ye', ye' having gained tha' position back, and I do need a place in life. I can't be a tutor fer children forever. I've just reclaimed my heritage of my long-dead clan, Redoak, and tha man I served is devoting the rest of his life tae' his county and tae' his monastic order. Unfortunately, no matter how much I love the lad like a son, I cannot follow him there. I will remain close friends with dear Harrion, but I've realized my true place lies in Adunia, serving it. And so I, Septimus Hodge o' tha' Redoak clan, former Maester tae' House Elendil, Tutor tae' tha' Imperial Family, do humbly request a service of... higher power in yer court. While I did support Harrion in his former endeavor against ye', I'm sure I can prove tae' be one who can be loyal when given a good cause. I will be pursuing a learning in magical arts, an' I still retain my medical, historical, and mathematical knowledge o' tha' world. I wish fer Clan Redoak tae' be recognized as alive once again, an' I wish tae' serve ye' in a way ye' see fit.

[Chaqery 427]

Ever present in the shadow of the Emperor's steps, a small cluster of his Inquisition lurk about the shadows. Some remain still, like statues standing watch over Godfrey, others pace back and forth anxiously, eyes darting amongst the faces of those lords gathered here, hands upon the hilts of their cruel blades. A sign of danger to the Emperor would cause the shadows to explode into a flurry of hoods, masks, blades, and the symbolic purple and black "I" of the Inquisition.

From this dark place a large figure steps forward, a black and white mask removing any sense of humanity from his maneurisms. His cold, steel gaze baths the crowd as he slows to a halt next to the Emperor. Leaning forward, he whispers into the ear of the great Emperor at a volume barely audible to those nearby.

"Your Divinity, I would council you to consider carefully the decision at hand. House Elendil's loyalty to the Empire has certainly been in question before... Many in the Empire would have thought them surely banished after Artorus' rebellion. I can merely mention at the moment that perhaps Artorus' goal has been adopted by another. Or at least, that is common belief. Backing any of that House with your vote mayhap might be seen as ignorance to the generally adopted truth. The Adunian Crown is an important symbol. They are arguably seen as your own race, your Divinity. Their weakness as of late makes the other nations and races percieve it as your own weakness. Artorus was infamous for his knack to somehow lose battles.

Strength, loyalty... A firm head on their shoulders. Such aspects would he hopeful in the new Adunian ruler. I cannot speak as to the qualities of those gathered here... But merely offer counsil. Appearance is half of diplomacy. Appearing strong makes accomplishing diplomatic goals much easier, your Divinity."

Soft utterance finished, the purple and black adorned figure fades back into the shadows of the background, blackened plate clanking softly as he distances himself, wishing to no longer intrude.

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Torrhen nods to Septimus. "It will be considered, Septimus, much goes into being a Clan of the great Adunian people." He smiles at him.

His face then turns cold and looks at Toov. "Your doubts are not without reason, for there are some rambunctious patriots within my people, who I have personally put down. The Imperial Majesty has forgiven the sins of my father and welcomed us back into the Empire, why would I want to forsake that kindness? My blood is that of the Holy Emperor's blood, and I do not turn my back on my kin. Though my brother and I had this quarrel, we are still brothers. While Thorenir has no love for me, I love him as a brother."

He walks over to Toov and says aloud. "Also, my father had a knack for losing battles? The one battle he lost was the one he was destined to lose. It is a pain to think of, yet he could not win. The battles he was in that he lost, were not battles he has lead, he was a mere soldier at the time."

[Chaqery 427]

((It's a masked, accent free robed figure. Bit of a jump to assume it's Toov... Especially if it's not. And it was made very clear that the volume of this interjection was barely if even audible to anybody but the Emperor.))

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

((My fault, just void that))