Malinor's Call To Arms

[GloryorSolitude 94]

Serva stands among the crowds in the main square of Malinor. He waits for a relative calm and steps before the notice board. He speaks loud and clear, his voice carrying across the square with ease to all who care to listen. He speaks in a tone both confident, but also urgent.

"Mali! Malinorians and Darkhaveners alike, loyalist or ERA! I beg you to listen. We argue and fight, but we have done so for too long! War is upon us. We all know of the Rose attack a few elven days ago. Another attack is likely on its way. We are at open war, like it or not. It stands, as much as I hate to say it, that the Sentinels do not yet possess the needed manpower required to fend off the might of our adversary.

The Sentinels shall fight and die for Malinor, whatever the turn out of my plea may be. This is indeed, an extinction event. If we do not unite, we shall die. We must fight together, now or never. If we continue with this our doom is sealed. Both sides claim to want what is best for the Mali. This is the time to prove it.

I beg you, the citizens of Malinor, listen to this. This is our call. A call to arms. Take blade in hand, but turn not on eachother, but to forces incoming. Show your mettle and defend your nation's colors to the last! The Sentinels are accepting anyone and everyone into our ranks. Those who enlist shall be provided with weapons, food, and armour if we can afford it. With the council's approval, we shall also issue rewards for anyone who survives the coming storm. Wether it be permanent or temporary, the Sentinels invite all able bodies unto our new leadership.

The Sentinels are born anew, as is Malinor. We should be greatful for making it through one problem, despite how few of us see how the problem is solved. Take this into perspective. It's one thing to take a fortress, but then you must hold it against the enemy counter attack.

It comes down to this. We unite or we lose all that we call home. We have been challenged, and we shall accept. The Sentinels of Malinor stand ready to face whatever they throw at us, life or death. For too long have we bided our time and been stepped on. I was asked for orders earlier. A Gladewatcher, asking where to go. This is where Malinor goes. We go to war. So tell me, will a force so noble as the sons of Malin stand down? Shall we continue with this, or shall we show the world what we can do?"

Serva turns and tacks a sheet with recruitment information pointing them simply to any Sentinel.

"I will leave this to you. Come to any Sentinel of Gladewatcher or above, now being all of us for now if you are willing to defend the colors. I will say only one more thing, then I will leave you be."

Serva points the the banner above the main gate bearing Malinor's clolors.

"Either stand for your nation, and your race as a whole, or tear that banner down. You might as well burn it if you do, for the adversary would do the same. That is all."

Serva steps down and walks out of the square, his new Vanguard Servain Armour clanking lightly as he walks. ((Cookie for you if you know what that is.))

[Elindor 666]

Elindor hears this rallying speech. He turns his face away from Malinor and growls into his beard.

"Fool"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((Gah! Change the font colour! It's impossible to see!))

[GloryorSolitude 94]

((Changed. Hopefully red is a bit easier to see.... This is now a Christmas colored post))

[Moot 1719]

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