Embarking Toward A Solution [Nominations]

[CommunistSpy 441]

Aislinn writes down the name "Knox" as well, figuring it to be a wise decision.

[TheBareSheet 194]

Arahael sighs as she comes back. A note already in hand.

 

She pins it to the fountain.

 

"I would like to continue my dedication and control over the Malinor library, nothing else, if that requires me to nominate myself, I shall do so."

[Stag 3230]

*Iatrilemar Elervathar pulls out a slip of paper and pins it to the board. A single finely written name is written.*

 

 

Isirack Rivendare

[dalia44 (Bacon Goddess) 10]

Dalia approaches the board and smiles, seeing the name "Knox". She nods to herself, and writes down

 

"Knox"

[Mithradites 1168]

Scratching his chin, and narrowing his eyes for a moment, Lucion scribbles words next to the others.

 

"Since he is apparently in the running, one nominates Mr Polgrath."

[5678 260]

*Still quite drunk, Dvari walks into the capital city of the elves. Soon after reading some of the messages and notes, he comes across Elindor's note. After carefully reading it, he writes down the names of some of the elves he knows. Being quite drunk, Dvari messes up their name a bit*

 

Noinna Clam

Relard Singel

Arzote

 

*Just as he finishes writing, a Sentinel grabs his shoulder and drags him away. To Drunk to fight or think, Dvari let's himself be dragged, thinking it's simply part of the elven culture to drag people around*

[Elanion 23]

Elanion reads through all the notes as he becomes aware of them. He slowly shakes his head, sighing.

"Some of these people do realy not understand the situation...."

He turns around and keeps walking, not borthering to place a note yet.

[WickedRN 60]

A wood elf with deep maroon hair stumbles over to the wall where the curious man stands. She keeps her bright green eyes pointed towards the groud as she stutters "I- I'm sorry but um... who are we- that is to say uh why are we voting? What- why do we need new leaders?" She looks up briefly before shifting her gaze to the ground again "Sorry if I uh... I'm new and just... well just a bit confused. Sorry. So sorry."

[Stevie 1598]

Thomas Chivay

 Military strategist, economic genius, writer, organizer, self-made man, champion of the sun and beard, and Master and Commander of the Order of the White Rose.

[Bircalin 332]

Noticing said nearby Wood Elf's mild distress, Bircalin takes a small few steps out from beneah the shade of the smaller trees littering the area. His soulless eyes locking visciously as they always do before his voice calls out calmly.

"The previous High Council left our lands rather abruptly due to rising tentions and supposed failures on their behalf. The people of Malinor, though not all of them, are attempting to make swift amends and elect a new High Princess or Prince alongside a new council. Although, others favour the concept of a single council with no High Princess or Prince."

Nodding somewhat to finalise his statement, he quickly adds.

"Might there be something else you desire?"

[WickedRN 60]

The wood elf continues to fumble over her words, her eyes continuing to flicker back and forth between the ground and Bircalin's face. "Yes well um... who is- I mean what is wrong with the current council? I just- Happy elves should be happy and we should love each other. Did- did they do something wrong?"

[Bircalin 332]

A thin smile forms upon Bircalin's lips as he notes the Wood Elf's coy behaviour. The skin at the corners of his mouth would show slight ripples as it stretches, scarred from fire yet never quite fully-healed. He responds in his naturally gentle tone. "As of late, I have seen and heard little of whatever council remains, meaning it would be wholly unwise for me to comment on their status. However that alone should be enough for an answer. As for wrongdoings, besides being ignored once or twice, a miniscule amount, I was never personally subject to their 'heinous' ways. Though the common consensus is that they tended to act irrationally and bend rules and regulations to their will. Though to me, simple hearsay. Although some particular cases do have sufficient evidence."

Once more nodding in affirmation, Bircalin's mildly optimistic face returns to scanning the area, watching names being placed as others around the note-pinners arrive swiftly and disappear just as fast.

[Geo 1415]

*A little figure in black and white overalls prances through the place of the gathering.  It would seem as if it was just before this moment, huddled by a tree and scribbling down a name of its own, as if it knew this was about to occur.  Feeling simply too much glee and content in the air, it takes charge of leaving the tree and approaching the board.  Quickly sticking a note with large emboldened literature upon it onto the board, trying to cover as many other names as it could in the process.  It takes a step back and releases a small symphony of pure silence, in the form of laughter.  As the other soon begin to realise the piece of parchment read quite clearly, 'Rhazev', it began to prance off once more.  Rather content with the chaos that may ensue if anyone had even thought about placing this rebel in power...*

[thewhiteknights(rarethorn) 27]

Rarethorn thinks of nominations and sighs writing a note*

Rarethorn

Artimeck

And alendar qoussana

[Dromui 755]

A long figure walks through the Malinor square, an all black tunic and black pants, silver and gray padding for armor sits atop his shoulder, and wrists. A crimson red cloak seems to float around his form, never touching him or the floor, but it covers him completely. His hood is up and a mask is thrown over half of his face, an eye patch over another eye. He smiles as he reads the names before taking out his own sheet of paper and a small piece of charcoal. He begins to write fluently and easily, beautiful script the result.

 

"Mindlord Polgrath, an illusionist of great skill and a Mali of extreme of intelligence. The dead support his claim to Malinor."