The Declaration Of An Elven Republic!

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

Vanir laughs, his eyes slightly unfocused. He keeps it up for an odd amount of time before coughing, and having his voice go down to a deep rasp ((Solid Snake rasp)).

"Then you tell me why they ignore those who actually ask. Azel asked for an audience... he aas ignored. He was spurned. He responded in kind, and now we are at this impasse. And, another thing... Azel has seemingly vanished. I wonder where he got off to," Vanir says with a misshapen smile, a dark glint in his eye.

[Cosmik 220]

Wolf Druid Ouity watches the rally unfold, and shakes his head sadly. He brushes off his robe absentmindedly as a call to war is unleashed. The rally to arms, the trumpets that call for the shedding of blood. An army. 

 

 

Feeling the day was too cheery to spend holed up in her tower, Azorella meanders about the capital before spotting the demonstration. She listens to the whole of it, grunting when 'rights' are mentioned and grumbling, mostly to herself,

 

 

Meta takes one look at the list of demands by the newest form of rebellion; his eyes shining brightly as he leans back and begins to laugh. His laughter lasted a few seconds before he finally settled himself down into a semi capable state of being before shaking his head.

 

A quiet burp is heard from underneath a nearby tree. Lounging about it's roots is what appears to be a human beggar - drunk, covered in rags and clutching a bottle of Godfrey-knows-what in his grimy hands. Coughing once or twice, the man speaks aloud to no one in particular:

 

"Why're all'o'th' twigs jus' standin' off an' mutterin' t' demselvs? Fer the luvva' Gawd, nawt all'o'us 're mind readers. Shpeak up!"

 

He then immediately takes notice of the fluffy clouds in the sky and forgets about his monologue entirely.

[Samler 1566]

A blonde haired high elf with a long white and blue robe rolls his eyes and looks at the person which read up from the scroll. "And why do you find force needed? You want a force for political things which truely does not sound like anything peacefull would happen, so do tell me how your plan is better then others."

[Sovereign_of_Solaris 39]

An Armoured Human Knight moves in front of the crowd facing the man who just made the speech

 

"Your Order,Rebellion or whatever it is will only accomplish one thing. It will keep the Elven people divided."

 

Turns to face the crowd taking off his helmet, he appears a young human in his 20s. He clears his throat speaking loudly but not aggressivly

"Malinor cannot continue having divides,rebellion, or splinter groups! You're Mali but these actions are that of Humans! Aheral,Ker,Ame, and even a Half Breed it doesn't matter...You are Mali descendants of Malin. Why do you take these actions when the one true thing that would help the Elven Nation is to stay together and work together!..Long have I served Malinor and its Princedom, there is not true reason as to why it cannot work."

 

He turns ending his speech facing the Elf "I won't tell you what to do, But do not bring violence to a peaceful race." he puts on his helmet and steps back waiting to see if anyone else wants to make there voice heard.

[Blundermore 2741]

((Azel was banned for Cybering.))

 

*Watching, he sighs as yet another Young blooded Elf riles the people against itself, wondering when they may learn that such acts will lead to the detriment of the Elves more so than the state they are in right now...

 

Plans have been made and put in motion, diplomacy has already taken its' course, now? It seems that the enemy within chooses to snidely steal power for themselves, no undoubtedly simply wanting all for themselves and none for the people in question. And with the departure of the ones who was supposedly causing the trouble on the council, there is nothing left to be angry about. For darker times lie ahead that require less revolutions and instead more revelations.*

[TheNander 241]

Melcin turns to each individual as he addresses them one at a time.

 

((Sorry if these sound mean, I assure you these are all IC. I'm really a nice person. :p ))

 

Turning to Vanir he smiles at him softly with the expression akin to staring at a child as he adds, "Noble Mali I have quite literally walked into their chambers, submitted the beginnings of an economic reform and they were delighted to see an actual idea being thrown at them instead of another rebellion. Literally...I just walked directly in there...even listened into one of their meetings they allowed me to sit on."

 

"You sir do not understand our intentions. We DO NOT want to negotiate with a sadistic council of bureaucrats, who's only goal is to free themselves and watch their people suffer."

 

 

 

A blonde haired high elf with a long white and blue robe rolls his eyes and looks at the person which read up from the scroll. "And why do you find force needed? You want a force for political things which truely does not sound like anything peacefull would happen, so do tell me how your plan is better then others."

 

"I see what you mean here sir. Perhaps we should all go into the council chambers and tell them nicely to leave as we would like our power back. I'm assuming you'd believe they wouldn't put up a fight?"

 

 

An Armoured Human Knight moves in front of the crowd facing the man who just made the speech

 

"Your Order,Rebellion or whatever it is will only accomplish one thing. It will keep the Elven people divided."

 

Turns to face the crowd taking off his helmet, he appears a young human in his 20s. He clears his throat speaking loudly but not aggressivly

"Malinor cannot continue having divides,rebellion, or splinter groups! You're Mali but these actions are that of Humans! Aheral,Ker,Ame, and even a Half Breed it doesn't matter...You are Mali descendants of Malin. Why do you take these actions when the one true thing that would help the Elven Nation is to stay together and work together!..Long have I served Malinor and its Princedom, there is not true reason as to why it cannot work."

 

He turns ending his speech facing the Elf "I won't tell you what to do, But do not bring violence to a peaceful race." he puts on his helmet and steps back waiting to see if anyone else wants to make there voice heard.

 

"Our goal is not to divide our people. It is to unite them against what is left of a weakened council, already on its last legs."

 

 

((Azel was banned for Cybering.))

 

*Watching, he sighs as yet another Young blooded Elf riles the people against itself, wondering when they may learn that such acts will lead to the detriment of the Elves more so than the state they are in right now...

 

Plans have been made and put in motion, diplomacy has already taken its' course, now? It seems that the enemy within chooses to snidely steal power for themselves, no undoubtedly simply wanting all for themselves and none for the people in question. And with the departure of the ones who was supposedly causing the trouble on the council, there is nothing left to be angry about. For darker times lie ahead that require less revolutions and instead more revelations.*

 

 

Melcin looks out into the crowd as he looks calm and collected. He is satisfied with his plans and has already began carrying them out. The council is corrupt and will fall.

[Samler 1566]

Seth frowns. "I know they will not draw blades at us."

[Watty_Banker 172]

*Connor talks to the leader of the movement*

"Please send me a bird so we may speak privately"

[Dromui 755]

(( Sorry for OoC, but Azel Bloodseeker is no longer leading the movement. Due to my banning I am taking off, but the movement of Darkhaven has not stopped with my leaving. ))

[CloakandDagger 134]

Ponders to himself as he walks under the great tree's of Malinor...

To think that I might have at one point called these people my brethren; scarce be from it, oh how different my life would have been should I have chosen that home in the tree...

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((What happened to Azel Rply? Murdered permadeath?))

If the majority of malinor and a mass of well structured arguments was what was needed to get rid of the council, we would have it by now, grab your tools, action is needed.

[orangeboy2 0]

"Interesting" Malcor says to himself "this is just what this kingdom needs, now if they pay me for my services, ooh yes. And a contact inside the sentinal's own ranks... yes this could turn quite the profit if I play it right" He drifts off into the forest pondering the mans words.

[MetaSolaray 242]

"An elf who believes such hostile action will win the hearts of our enemies. This is yet another man who seeks personal glory in the blood bath of others; Child, You know not of the value of life." Meta's voice begins harshly as he prowls the spot he is on and stands firmly with his eyes on the speaker. The cold glare similar to an ocean depth deep within his eyes; "You call yourself for the elves, yet you share not the cherish of life and all of it's virtues. Have the council men and woman who have spent countless days and nights being attacked by others. Do we attack our family for their misdeeds or instead work together to find guidance and prosperity. You wish to insight violence among our own kind when our enemies wish to do it so well!" 

 

At this Meta glares over at the man as he reaches for his mythril blade; withdrawing it for symbolism as he holds it in an non-offensive matter, the blade shining in the skylights from above as he points it towards the trees. "Your actions dishonor our home; dishonor our forefathers. But most importantly you showcase to the nations of the world how far we have fallen as a people! We were known as the people of ideals; the creators of knowledge and peace. Yet you choose to expose the potential of chaos in all of this. You will fail; as many others will fail when those who follow them find out there is no plan. You speak of this and that; of ideals but you have no plans beyond them. You are a child; a child with a blade and a voice that stenches with death."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"An elf who believes such hostile action will win the hearts of our enemies. This is yet another man who seeks personal glory in the blood bath of others; Child, You know not of the value of life." Meta's voice begins harshly as he prowls the spot he is on and stands firmly with his eyes on the speaker. The cold glare similar to an ocean depth deep within his eyes; "You call yourself for the elves, yet you share not the cherish of life and all of it's virtues. Have the council men and woman who have spent countless days and nights being attacked by others. Do we attack our family for their misdeeds or instead work together to find guidance and prosperity. You wish to insight violence among our own kind when our enemies wish to do it so well!"

At this Meta glares over at the man as he reaches for his mythril blade; withdrawing it for symbolism as he holds it in an non-offensive matter, the blade shining in the skylights from above as he points it towards the trees. "Your actions dishonor our home; dishonor our forefathers. But most importantly you showcase to the nations of the world how far we have fallen as a people! We were known as the people of ideals; the creators of knowledge and peace. Yet you choose to expose the potential of chaos in all of this. You will fail; as many others will fail when those who follow them find out there is no plan. You speak of this and that; of ideals but you have no plans beyond them. You are a child; a child with a blade and a voice that stenches with death."

Art snaps his head over to Meta with a glint of patronism in his eyes.

"Our /plan/, behind the ideals, is a hope that the council is willing to step down to avoid watching their people descend into open war, but since they do not seem to care, we'll need to remove them the hard way. Disaprove, go back to Vaerhaven. No one is asking you to dive into the fire."

[orangeboy2 0]

((sorry can't quote MetaSolaray as I am on an iPhone but lets say I did))

"Be quiet peasent you dont know who you are talking to, for I- no, no Father would not want- I have my own reasons for getting rid of the council, whether you are on my side or not the council shall be destroyed and you along with them if you chose to stand at their side like the dog you are." with a dissmisive look Malrok walks away from the other elf muttering "if only he knew... oh he would be... his precious council"