The Second Ultimatum.

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

 

 

 

The candle glows and blows in the wind to the left of Rhazev as he dips his quill into the ink pot to his right, and he scribes the last words on the scroll that lays before him. Once finished he places the quill into the ink pot, folds the paper and seals it with a dark red stamp. He calls for his trusted friend, Rumil, and gives him one nod. They leave the room together, and are followed by an armoured Galdor Amedaius. They make their way to Malinor.

 

As the four enter through the ever open gates, Rumil breaks off in search of Kolyat to give him his own copy of the letter. Rhazev and Galdor stay in the square watching few faces pass by. He spies Adorellan as he walks through the gate and exchanges pleasantries to his old friend. Adorellan rides off and Rhazev is left with Galdor and a few Elves in the main square.

 

Galdor takes out a blow horn and blows, producing a long and dull sound. It echoes throughout the forest of Malinor, and quickly many inquisitive Elves come to see what all the commotion is about. Rhazev unseals his letter and for the second time that Elven week, he begins to address a crowd;

 

"In my hands I hold a letter addressed to your High Prince and his council. This letter outlines everything that we, the Elves who have the brass to fight, desire from them. Some of them you may have read from the Malinor Reform document, and some you may have just heard on your streets. For we are the ones that listened. We are the ones that have done the bidding of the Princedom, and of Malin himself. We are the ones that can, and will, save Malinor from herself, and we are the ones who have gotten aid for our cause. Already Elves who are aware of our cause have flocked to join us, and now it is time for you to do your part. Hear the terms we have set, and then decide which side you belong on;

 

 

 

Dear Kolyat and the High Council. It is with the taste of bile in my mouth and a heavy heart that I write this letter today, and by doing so I am committing a treasonous act against my home of Malinor, though I know that it must be done. It is completely necessary to either make you realise that you are not helping Malinor in any way and that you must leave your positions as Princes and Princesses, or scare you from them. It is our duty as Elves to save Malinor from you, and return it to what it once was. This is not the Malinor that was once in Aegis, nor will it ever be with you on the High Council.

 

Our demands are simple, and must be met. Only know that if they are not, you shall face the armies of not one, not two, but three nations of Anthos.

 

• Malins shall be removed from Malinor, and you shall all publicly acknowledge that they were a bad and stupid thing to introduce.
• High Commander Orym shall resign from his post. For too long as he silenced the people, and for too many High Princes he has served under.
• High Prince Kolyat shall resign, and a new High Prince shall be chosen by the people and for the people. Any High Council members shall be exempt from this vote, as will those who served in Bravepaw's High Council.
• The High and Lower Council shall resign. The Lower Council will again be chosen by the people, as will the High Council. Any High Council members will be exempt from returning to their posts, whereas the Lower Council members may be voted back on.

You have four Elven days to meet these requests, or we shall march.

 

 

 

Rhazev pins the note to the post behind him. Seeing the crowd get restless, he begins to end his speech;

 

"The time has come to choose a side. We either fight this corrupt and incompetent council, or we let them walk over us. Take arms, and know that if you do then Malinor will be born again. We will enter the new world with hope, something that has been gone from Malinor for too long, and we shall not enter it alone. Two other nations shall be assisting us, and  the High Council's friends have turned their back on them!

 

 

One of the most powerful nations in all of Anthos will be assisting, and we shall have their finest soldiers with us too. I have stuck the letter on the post here for you all to read over, though I am sure that our valiant High Commander and his lackeys will be down to rip it away. If that is the case then you should remember what you were told here. This is our defining moment, and it is our moment to strike.

 

Rumil returns to the group, and whispers in Rhazev's ear that he was unable to find Kolyat, and that the letter is sitting in one of the seats in the High Council chambers.

 

Bonus picture:

http://i.imgur.com/f46mzaW.jpg

The pictures of Morthawl and the Dwarves are to be taken as OOC, and unless you've been told IC that they're helping then they shouldn't be mentioned.

[cmack1028 549]

Thudrin stands in the crowd, watching. As the speech comes to an end, he raises his hand high and speaks up:

 

"'nd what would ye 'ave ov us Druids? We do nae wish tae fight, nor will we, but tae onleh see Malinor be reformed."

 

Thudrin lowers his arm, waiting for a response.

[big narstie 1701]

Sindarin sits atop a wooden barrel close to Rhazev, he looks up to his brother as he gives the speech; though not surprised, Sindarin appears to have wide eyes. He fiddles and fondles with his thumbs, looking towards the crowd as he spies a tall, robed man in the crowd. Sindarin glances towards the man, not thinking a second time of it, looking back to his brother Rhazev, jumps down from the barrel and raises a fist in the air, chanting:

 

"For Malinor - I follow you; my brother!"

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Having prepared for a question on the druids, Rhazev responds;

 

"The druids have always been, and always will be, an integral part of Malinor. If they wish to be neutral then they may stay so. We shall not force warfare upon them."

[cmack1028 549]

Thudrin bangs his arm to his chest and nods.

 

"Aye, den Ah' support ye 'nd yer attempts tae reform."

 

Thudrin scurries off back to the Grove to bring the news to the Order.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

-Avery stands before the crowd, lightly strumming upon his lute, with a grave scowl upon his face as he stares towards the newcomers. He shakes his head slowly as he looks out to the crowd gathering, and takes a deep breath...-

"My brothers, sisters and cousins of highborns, treeborns, and darkborns. Our people are too ancient, too dignified, to have their blood boiling over the words of a youngling. Bent on revenge, bent on lusts for power, for a war that we have tried to avoid for nearly a century.

Do not listen to this one. Do not allow him to frighten you into submission. He brings up good points, yes. In fact I agree with him on many-an-issue. However...

Anyone who earns his power by the sword, can only maintain it that way. Would you allow our councils to hear you, improve upon their current decisions? Or would you wish to be under the rule of an immortal tyrant. That sold out his kind to other nations. To so immaturely... MURDER... Should he not get what he wants.

The choice is yours."

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Looks towards Avery with an expression of pity upon his face;

 

"And here we have it. A man who is so indoctrinated by the High Council that even though he agrees with the points that have been made, he refuses to fight. I do not lust for power, for if I did I would place myself as High Prince without a vote. I shall not lie and say I do not want to be the High Prince, for I believe that many Elves would like that honour.

 

It is too late to avoid this war. If we do not fight the council now we would merely be fighting Oren or the Dwarves in another Elven month or so. Things need to change, and they need to change as soon as possible. The council cannot improve, not matter what they hear. The fact that they need our help to improve the Princedom shows their inability to lead. It is obvious what is wrong, but they cannot see it. The terms that we have come up with are fair. They seek to better Malinor, and the only way that can be done is with the removal of the council. 

 

It is not murder. They have the time to step down and wipe their hands of it all. If they refuse to do so, then we shall act.

[Eleatic 1033]

An old elf looks upon the group, his eyes tired. His gaze downspoken, and filled with disappointment  He steps forward. His coat trailing behind, looking to Avery, before he begins to speak, staring at them all vengefully, as if he did not know whom these people were..
 

"This.. Is how the boy king, the tyrant god Godfrey came to power. This.. Is how a dozen kings and a dozen tyrants rose, and fell. Each replacing the last. You are continuing a cycle that will last until we stop listening to the war-crazed younglings, to the angry Mali'Ker, and the fearful young Mali' with us.. We need too pick an elf dignified, someone who has been with us from the start, and we must do this without letting a DROP of blood fall on our lands, to taint this place forevermore. The high princes of Aegis are all but gone. We are alone with our anger, and our fears, I suggest you all go to Koylat, to Khel, start a peaceful uprising, and uproot the government that way, and not with blood, and not with disgracing our past.."

 

He shakes his head in a very tired way, before putting his head down, and stepping back into the crowd, beginning to muddle through, "If you excuse me, I have to catch a caravan." He says simply, as he begins to waddle away.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

-Finally turns to face the leader of the small group. Staring him directly in the eyes, and seemingly speaking only to him. Loud enough for all to hear, however.-

"I am not one of the High Council. I am trueborn mali'ame of the forests. You, are nothing but a frightened child. SO NOBLE, your cause. Yet you have such little faith in the people you claim to protect, that you march other nations towards us! So naive, you are rather. Do not speak to me as if you know what is best for OUR people, when you allow others to muddy their hands in our seemingly tainted pool. The true taint is you, the younglings. Those who has not yet learned that with a sword, a problem cannot be solved. Merely hidden away with the body that you bury. Do not speak as if you know. You know nothing, putrid traitor."

[Blundermore 2741]

*Standing apon the point of his staff, he watches from under his White, pointed Hat, before replying*

 

"And what do you plan to do once you complete such a feat? To defy Malin's course more than the Elves of the wood do now with talks of swift violence and war... An Elvish youngling such as yourself should perhaps take to asking of those who you forsaken as your own kin and so willingly subject to a readily made war of your own devices that will undoubtedly lead to the deaths of many of those kin you would call your "people".

 

See reason in your feat, young one, you amass an army made for destruction, and destruction never solved anything, it only digs a deeper pit into the hole that is the abyss of corruption, and dispair. You may call others and myself nay-sayer's indoctrinated by those who stand in office, and I will say to that, that you are a foolish fool to believe the Yir'sari of light to be such.

 

Take course in other actions, for if true change is to be made then it shall be made through the willingness of all, not by those of the few with the sword and the axe.

 

Have you even thought to speak to your own kind previously to this? Have you?

 

Do not be so quick to deal out the deaths of others, for those who you lay lie to the dirt will be of no use to you, once you stand alone, apon a bloodied field of Deah's meadows..."

 

*standing in his white Robe and gold staff, he awaits the response of the Elvish Youngling.*

[Geo 1415]

*A rather small figure gowned in deep black robes seems to slowly walk around the Malinor well at the main gates in a wide, wide circle.  It sticks to the trees and every time it passes through a space not covered by leaves the deep aqua trim of its shroud glints in the daylight.  It seems to be slightly hunched as it walks, using the long pole of a scythe to walk.  It only further circles the large group from a safe distance, its eyes glancing over to them every so often as to make sure they were still there.  Its attention focused on a mere important few, however, causes it to linger and hopefully bring with it a slight feeling of dread.*

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Looks towards Avery once again;

 

"A frightened child? I am not scared. Perhaps it is you who is the scared one, hiding behind naught but your shield of insults. I march other nations to assist us, and ones that can be trusted. The younglings are the true taint? How so? Are we the ones to throw ourselves into war with Oren and the Dwarves? No. We are not. I await the day a problem is solved using your words, I truly do. The hard fact is that it is too late for your words to solve anything. Oren want Malinor for themselves, and they could easily take it. The other nations dislike the council, and so the council must be removed. If being a traitor is seeking to help Malinor better itself, then I am a traitor."

 

Turns his attention to Blundermore;

 

"I have said what I would do once this is accomplished. The people would vote for members of the High Council, Lower Council and the High Prince or Princess themselves. Is it to defy Malins course to stand by and watch Malinor be treated as it has been so far? We hit rock bottom when the Malins were introduced, and no amount of peaceful protesting stopped that from happening. I do not amass an army made for destruction. I amass an army to fix something. If I wanted to destroy Malinor I would march the army here right now, but I have not. I do not seek to burn down the forest, I seek someone who can help them. 

 

Perhaps you yourself are not indoctrinated, perhaps you are just ignorant to the goings on around you. Perhaps you have not focused enough on the recent developments in Malinor and just seek to ignore them. Have I not spoke to my kin? Perhaps if you had listened you would have heard me mention that some Elves have already shown support. This has not been a quick decision. This has been coming for several years now, it is just recent developments which have pushed not only myself, but many others over the edge.

[VonEbs 1224]

Ebs decides that he must speak up, and he says,

"While violence and war wreak destruction, so does the High Council. Even those who do not wish to pursue a revolt agknowledge that the High Council must go. Many have already departed. The current Council refuses to reform,and they have given us no reason to believe otherwise. I am no young elf, and I have been part of Malinor for longer than most. I was a prince during the golden age of Aegis. I helped found the city of Haelun'or. I fought in the Northern wars, and the evacuation of Alras. I have seen much history, and though war may not seem productive, it is sometimes necessary for survival. If the current High Council is not replaced by elected officials, Malinor will find foreign armies occupying it, with no chance to rule itself. War was the way of Malin, as he fought Iblees as the rest of his brothers. And evil can take many forms."

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

-Taps his lips for a few moments, shaking his head once more with a snarl of the upper lip.-

"Your arguments only prove how scattered your convictions have truly been placed. Calling me the frightened one? I do not resort to the sword to bring about a point, after my voice and mind have failed. Look unto your own ways. You lust after blood. Ignorant of thought or reason while you yourself shield your intentions. Saying it is for the good of our people. Saying that I myself shield myself with insults. I call you what you are, vile curd, unlearned darkborn.

What exactly is it you rush for? The only thing you rush towards now is death, with your war.

I claim that it is the younglings who are the taint, because it is a youngling before me that warrants such a cause. That warrants the beheading of our body, and wishes to forcefully attach another limb to it, and claim it whole. Do not shield yourself in hollow claims, because a true Mali would never be to ruefully ignorant. Tell me, why do you pursue power so?

And as for YOU, highborn. Former prince. Tell me what claim you have to criticize when you had the opportunity to change what you saw so wrong. You have no claim, at all. You abandoned your position and your people and now take upon a different cloth. Do not speak such falsehoods."

[Tsuyose 3285]

Adorellan's eyes widened slightly as he entered Malinor, bearing a dark smile. He was dressed in his crimson armour, though he holds the helmet within his left hand. He let out a quiet chuckle as he looked around to see the people gathering in groups to discuss the current situation, some just wondering. The giant of an Elf continued to smile darkly as he went in search of Rhazev.