Official Announcement By The High Council.

[emberhard 82]

The seven foot elf, prince Emberhard steps in front of the notice board, before all the crowds that have gathered, after all those who have spoken. He stands the moment, silently looking over the crowd as they hush down for him to speak. He stands there, despite the silence, tension building as he turns to face the announcement board, which by now has become riddled with all manor of papers and is barely recognisable. Silence so dead now that his footsteps can be heard as he turns back to face the group again.

 

“This would!” He finally speaks “Go on yonder board.....but given its state this would simply be plowed over....” Emberhard pauses, shifting his stance and looking them over. “So listen up! Hear my voice! That of your Prince! And High Council which is held in so much regard as of late...”

 

He starts at a loud talk, not yelling.

“People....call us corrupt...tyrannical, incompetent.” Emberhard moves his hand as he rattles off the name calling, he begins to pace a bit. “Some demand that we step down, and replace us with either a voted upon republic or just simply replace us....Some may feel they are being repressed, controlled, or they have been abandoned by us...” stops his pacing before pausing again and turning to face them once more.

“We have not abandoned you...” he speaks softly shaking his head.

“You ask!” He moves over to the announcement board, rubbing his hand on it, rustling the papers.

“Why, why do we then let this go on? Many of these same papers! Complain of censorship! We would not tear such things down!” He walks towards them, speaking louder now he points to a random person in the crowd “Would you have us call you out then!? Argue and shout with you here in public!? Only adding to the chaos all this is brought upon?” He shakes his head, calming down. “Do not mistake our patience for apathy, or absence, or weakness....”

 

“Some of you may wonder...why things were torn down in the past...not all of which I agree with, but look now what it has brought upon!? People claim brutality by the Sentinals, aye they may have been mislead! But they only seeked to keep the peace! Now this board!” The Prince turns back, motioning to it “Isn't even worth reading anymore!” He looks out to the crowd, motioning to them. “This street! Is flooded with words, speakers, and doomsday tellers!” Emberhard stops a moment and sighs “But we dare not stop you, lest we censor you...”

 

He moves again to the front of the people, absorbing the momentary silence.

“We are called corrupt....only choosing those who we like to be on the high council...”

The prince nods, holding up a single digit, high in the air for all to see. “One.” He proclaims.

“There is only one acting highcouncil member who requested to be there. The rest of us were appointed, and act out of duty....”

He creates a loop with his fingers, holding that up as well, creating a zero. “Not a single! Application has been sent to join the high council in years....though a few did verbally step up but that was just a few days ago....” He motions again to the announcement board “The application, is right there! Somewhere under the piles, and piles of propaganda! Always has been!”

 

Emberhard rights himself, standing properly before them.

“Some...call us tyrants...” he speaks solemnly “I do not wish to be a tyrant.....I do not wish to rule, or conquer anyone... Nor does a single member of the High Council....we would like to help everyone if possible...we would rather live by each other's happiness, than each other's misery. Yet some seem to think all we do is sit up in the high council and think of ways torment Malinor....” Emberhard motions with his hand as he speaks “There is not a single thing, we have done that we did not think of it as the better for Malinor and her people...there is not a single thing, that we did not ponder on, and contemplate over for hours or even days before making it so...."

 

"Some wish to replace us, they demand it of us.... so few have these people come to actually speak with us... They are so impatient they take up arms, go to foreign governments, or attempt to rally you! Yet they speak not a word to us other than demands and threats...Then! They turn around and demand elections...how? How could we trust people who so quickly resort to sword, so easily they make accusations and yell in the streets....how could we possibly trust them to do what is right, and hold these elections?” He pauses, looking around “Those of you who have held onto your own beliefs, and formulated them yourself whether it be against for for the council, I respect you. Rather than those who simply agree with what is in front of them, those who believe anything they see or hear, no matter the source...those people worry me, for it seems like there are too many, and we as the high council fear people participating in such a vote.”

 

“The high prince, Kolyat has left, along with others...they did so, in thought that the true elven ways are dead...” Emberhard pauses, looking around. “Perhaps they were right.....look at all of this...” He waves his hand over everyone. “This is madness...too many have lost their patience...too many pick up arms far too quickly....so few stop and take a moment to think and look around...”

 

“In light of current events....Contrary to what many of you may think, the High council has not turned a blind eye....Though we feel the system is not nearly as flawed and we have not done nearly as bad as some people think, we have turned our gazes inward towards ourselves...so hear this!” He pipes up and shouts.

 

“Two new folks have ascended to the High Council! Under the ideal of reconnecting with the elven way the High Council is growing ever closer to the Druidic Order. The two are the Arch Druid, Callax, and the Dour Druid. They will -not- be receiving the title of prince as they will be representing the order. Though we ‘ave full faith in them and the order to hold Malinor at heart. You may expect to see more of them and the order’s presence within the forests and taking more so a role in Malinor.”

 

"A friendly gent whom I am sure many of you are familiar with will also be acting as an advisor, you may know him as 'Ol' Treehugger'"

 

“Recognising! Some of the wishes placed upon us, the High Council is inviting you! The people! To nominate those they wish to see ascend to the High Council, these people though will then be reviewed and voted upon in the manner that one traditionally ascends to the High Council.”

 

“The position of High Prince still remains open, whether the people will take a role in choosing this individual will be decided upon once the new members joining the council take their place.”

 

“Furthermore, positions are open upon the lower council...The applications remain the same.”

 

Emberhard pauses, looking over them one last time speaking calmly again “Many...will probably get up after me, speak, comment, argue...I ask though that all of you award the councils the same patience it has awarded all of you. I will not stand out here, call names, make demands and shout uselessly...I will not defend or argue with those who will most definitely come after me... Though if you truly wish to speak rather than brandishing a blade, and have something to say other than empty words staining the air...then I along with any High Council member may be found in the city, and then we can speak.” He give them all a slight nod/bow before turning off, heading into the forests of the city...

 

 

[VonEbs 1224]

After hearing the conclusion of the odd speech, Ebs simply sighs and mumbles, "Your doom has been sealed, nothing will change that now."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

*Artimec stands in the plaza with a hood over his head.

"No need. The time for arguments is over."

He strides back to Ac'talareh, hand gripped on his hilt the whole way.

[Igneberr 46]

Igneberr slowly claps silently to himself

[Elanion 23]

Elanion listens to the entire speach, a slight smile on his face. He nods slowly as the Prince stops speaking, then he turns around and disappears between the trees, considering several new ideas brought to his mind.

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Rhazev takes a bite of his apple;

 

"Nice of one of them to make an appearance. A bit late though."

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

Vanir shakes his head dejectedly.

"Too little... Too late," he mumbles.

[meg 1994]

Elene smiles lightly, reading a story to Quentin and Vivenne with her raspy voice. They look up to her, wide-eyed. Elene reads to them more, before the courier steps in. Elene nods, closing the book and having the maid take the reluctant children away. Elene looks up to the courier, listening quietly. He relays a simplified version of Emberhard's speech. Elene chuckles, before motioning him to leave. She pulls a ragged book from the shelf next to her bed, opening it up lightly. It is a journal, of her life past...She flips to a page, it is dated sometime in Asulon..

 

"...After speaking with the High Princess, Sythra, I was given a position as her assistant of sorts. It's all so exciting! Meeting with other leaders, just the other day Emperor Godfrey arrived, speaking of trade. We ended up trading much wood for some iron! I worry what Darion will do with all that iron, he scares me sometimes. He calls himself the 'Death Prince', it's so terrible! I do hope something will done about him..."

 

The writing continues, speaking of Normandor and other elves, all presumably written by Elene. Tears fall from her face, staining the worn pages, she wipes her eyes, closing the book as she weeps silently in her room. Quentin peeks through the door, climbing up and sitting next to Elene, mumbling...

 

"Whai mammy cwry?"

 

Elene looks to him, before moving, holding him closely, the journal slips off the bed, landing on the floor. A small drawing slides out, depicting a family of Elves, three, one dark haired father, a silver-haired mother, and a young silver-haired girl. Elene responds....

 

"I was just mourning love, mourning the loss of a life I used to have...And the loss of the nation and people I once knew..."

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz stands in the shadows, far back from Emberhard. A hood concealing his  face as he listens quietly to the speech. Beneath his hood he twitches and mutters to himself quietly. Emberhard suddenly hears a voice which seemingly emanates from all sides of the Prince:

 

"Perhaps you should have thought about lecturing your sentinels about attacking those who come to meet the council. It is impossible to discuss when Lyweneth and Benedict tried to drown us. Rather unfortunate so many sentinels had to die yesterday. If you think it is the reformers who are quick to pick up their sword, look at home. Look at your vile defenses."

 

Suddenly Kalenz turns on his heel and vanishes into the dark shadows created by the tall trees of Malinor.

[TheBareSheet 194]

Arahael stood amongst the crowd, listening to his speech.

 

"I never lost confidence.." She murmurs.

 

"I always wanted to be involved.." She whispers again.

 

"Why?" Her voice rises with frustration and anger.

 

"Why should I stand amongst the crowd, not daring to speak my own opinions?" She sighs.

 

"Why do I have so many restrictions? Why do I not improve, progress, while others accomplish so much?" She purses her lips.

 

"What do I seek? Which role do I play? Who am I? Perhaps acknowledgement, perhaps to pursuit of knowledge........ How much do I understand myself?"

 

Arahael turns away as she leaves the crowd, seeing perhaps a shadow, which she was so sure was Kalenz.

 

She thinks of Kalenz.

 

Envy flares.

 

"So in control."

Arahael clenches her teeth as she leaves, just as a wave of guilt crashes to her, perhaps it was an irrational emotion she just displayed. Wrapping her arms around herself, she proceeds once again to the keep of the Arcane Delvers.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.