And Thus, The Shameful Politics Begin...

[Mithradites 1168]

Lucion walks briskly outwards from the cavernous insides of the Eternal library, and trots down the steps with a furrowed brow and pursed lips. Clenched in his hand is a roll of clean, white parchment, upon which is written a short message in clear, black ink. Many Mali'aheral, whom were lounging about the inn chattering amongst themselves over lunch, as well as watching Lucion as he pins the parchment to the board. He smooths the paper once with the back of his hand, and then nods in satisfaction. He steps back from the notice, and allows the others (whom were already gathering around out of burning curiosity) to look upon it. He mumbles softly under his breath, inaudible to those around him.

 

"And thus, the shameful politics begin..."

 

 

The parchment, now being assaulted by the hungry eyes of the mali'aheral, reads as thus.

 

 

 

To all mali'aheral citizens who would consider themselves "leaders."

 

The time has come, the second time in our history, to choose those who would direct the future of the mali'aheral people.

 

The labours of the Silver Triumvirate will be great, and may require a heart of steel, or a mind akin to that of Larehei herself.

 

That said, should you, citizen, consider yourself worthy to sacrifice for your city and her people, place your name upon this fair parchment, as well as the position that is befitting of you.

 

It is the will of the citizenry that will uplift you to such a position. It is therefore your responsibility, as a candidate, to inform your fellow citizens of your intentions in any way possible.

 

maehr'sae hiylun'ehya

 

-Lucion Sullas

 

 

((OOC:

 

Just a little stuff to remind you of before we get to the politikin'. To be a leader, you will need to be in the city a -lot-. You will also need to be very active, so as to actually -lead-. 

 

As the writer of a zillion political/law things (and being very glad for it to be almost complete), I recommend you both tout your political aims on the forums (E.g. On this thread) as well as in-game! A soap-box is a soap-box regardless of where it is, and plenty of RP could come out of it! So lets all jump on the box, and have a jolly good time being supremacist, quasi-democratic, slightly rude, high elves. Yee-haw!))

[Stag 3234]

Standing to the side is Iatrilemar.

He grins as he awaits the ink to be drawn on the paper by those who would seek either the title of Sohaer or one of the two Medi'iran. 

Iatrilemar himself keeps a fairly stilted pose and makes no sign of moving to the document...

yet.

[Mithradites 1168]

A small "cough" is heard from behind the crowd, and Lucion stands rigidly, glaring upon the gathered people with his usual cold expression. After what seems like an age, he slowly walks towards the parchment and the elves around part themselves to allow  him through. His eyes dart around the people, and he mumbles as he walks.

 

"I erm... forgot to put my name upon the paper as I wrote it..."

 

Taking a ragged pencil from his coat pocket, he scratches some words upon the bottom on the page, large and clear enough for all to see.

 

Lucion Sullas

 

I desire the position of "Sohaer."

 

Turning back to the crowd, he observes puzzled expressions across their faces, and he "tsks" multiple times under his breath. 

 

"Honestly--was it expected of me to merely write laws, and shy away from higher responsibilities?

 

By now, I would have thought you all to know my nature to a far greater extent."

 

Placing his pencil back within his pocket, and walking briskly out in front of the crowd, he extends his arm and places the other behind his back--speaking as he walks towards the chairs outside the inn.

 

"It would be obvious to those who are familiar with me, that I am a mali of few words. Honestly, one likes to think of himself as an "efficient conversationalist."

 

Lucion flicks the hems of his coat upwards, and sits down upon a seat with them carefully wedged between the chair and his back. He joins his hands on the table and his cold eyes flick between the onlookers, seemingly examining them one by one. He looks more a teacher than an orator, but his monotonous voice rings clearly, regardless of the chatter among the citizenry.

 

"As would be expected, my fellow citizens would desire to know what I would offer as the Sohaer, and that, lliran, is experience. Few alive can claim to have lead this city longer than I, and even fewer can claim to have lead this city better than I. One was the Okarir'indor of the old Silver Council during the days of the revitalisation. One of the Tilruir'mali under the now-defunct Tilruir system. And even out of direct leadership, one has always considered himself to be a leader amongst his people.

 

At the end of this statement, Lucion leans back on his chair slightly, and rests his hands on his lap.

 

By now, you will all know the importance one places upon the gaining, and creating, of knowledge. As Sohaer, my greatest interest will be in the acquisition, and advancement, of mali'aheral science. Gone are the days when laboratories were abound in every citizen's basement. But now there is a chance to return to those ways. The Grand Laboratory is slowly filling with experiments, and I have great interest in building it further.  

 

From knowledge do we find our strength. It is my intention to be a patron of the sadly ruinous "purposeful" sciences, to create weapons and equipment to arm our sparsely-populated Sillumiran. They are our protectors, and require the best weapons to outwit the roving vagabonds that exist outside our walls.

 

And on the subject of those from outside our walls, one deems it a necessity to speak of those without. My ideal is, as short as it may be, nothing.

I have always supported a policy of complete neutrality in regards to alien political entities. Their politics and wars are irrelevant to the ideals and practices of mali'aheral culture. However, that does not mean one intends hostility towards them.

 

Amiable relations with our former overlords and immediate neighbour Malinor is of the greatest importance, as at the moment our enclaves security heavily relies on their stability. Furthermore, re-establishing links with our estranged friends, the Kha, is equally important to our future security. Both must be sought after.

 

And that is all for now, lliran. One will allow others to take to the parchment, and throw their lot to fate.

 

At this final word, Lucion removes a small notebook from his coat, and begins to scribble, now appearing to completely ignore the staring citizens. 

[katalion 4]

After hearing the eloquent speech by Lucion he starts gathering a few documents and reviews a few parts of  the statement he is about to give. He stands up and takes a quick breath before signing his name

 

 

Amras Yavelti

 

I desire the position of Medi'iran

 

He turns around and gathers himself, he then takes a small breath before adressing the Mali'aheral congregation.

 

 

Why am I a good candidate for Medi'iran?

 

Though I havent been a citizen of our great city longer than many of you, I have fallen in love with my culture and heritage. I have, in this short time of citizenship, contributed to my people by being a diplomatic agent in the latest disputes between Malinor and Oren. I've risked my life by travelling as far as the capital of Oren and would gladly do it again as long as my people require it. I'm an agent of patience and an open receiver of ideas and criticism and therefore feel my best role in this goverment is to serve as an advisor and agent of the Sohaer. 

 

I'm best informing and giving valuable information to my superiors about diplomatic matters as well as keeping an eye for the well being of the citie's inhabitants. As a seeker of knowledge I'm a proud enforcer of a logical mind and the value of patience in the scientific field and also in casual and social affairs. 

 

Amras takes a small journal and flips a few pages as he takes a few more breaths. He glances at the crowd and clears his throat. 

 

As for my ideas and  goals,  if elected, I believe diplomatic affairs are of most importance. Neutral stances to all affairs outside our domain will be our goal alongside good communications with Malinor. We stand in a great strategic position to strengthen our lands and borders as well as seek a better dominion of our nearby lands. I would be a willing emissary in foreign affairs and would provide a variety of sources for the Sohaer to use and make informed decisions. I would be open to any decision made by my superiors and advise in any matter I find I can contribute to. 

 

Economy is a subject which needs much attention. Scientific studies require a variety of materials that may not be at hand inside the city walls. It would  be  agreat asset to establish great trading relations with Malinor and have flowing exchange of goods. This type of activities would increase greatly our production and would in advancements in the laboratory. 

 

Safety for all Mali'aheral inside city walls is also a subject which I wish to tackle. The control of access to the city should be more rigorous and we should all take more interest in stopping possible intrusions as well as keeping records of unusual sightings inside the city.

 

Lastly, but by no means less important, our library is our emblem and symbol of our proud race.  It should be of great importance to maintain new knowledge flowing in. A healthy mind leads to a better judgement and  every Mali'aheral should aim for this.

 

Amras closes his journal and bows respectfully to the audience. He then walks off from the vision of the Mali'aheral trusting that his speech made his posture clear

 

 

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz stands quietly as he watched Lucion and then Amras speak. As the second high elf finishes he mutters quietly to himself “Who even is that elf?” After a brief pause for thought Kalenz swiftly circles the crowd before placing a hand upon the parchment which Lucion pinned to the notice board. Purple threads seem to move from his hand to the page before arranging themselves to form the text:

 

Kalenz Uradir - Medi’Iran

As Kalenz’ text always does, it glows. Seemingly visible regardless of the lighting which falls upon it.

 

Subsequently, his eyes flick up and dow the frame of each elf present. He slowly begins to move to where Lucion stood as he spoke. Three steps and a light twitch later light begins to twist and shimmer in the palm of his hand. Rapidly the shimmering light turns to a green glow drawing attention to Kalenz. After each elf has finally turned to gaze upon the green light it suddenly flashes white before disappearing into what appears to be a fine smoke. 

 

Moments later he takes a sharp breath before stopping before the other elves and speaking:

“Malinor itself was more than a disadvantage to the superior beings which we are. It was a weed in the beautiful garden which is the home of the mali’aheral. A weed which spread and polluted our society with nonsensical ideals such as ‘racial egalitarianism’” Kalenz pauses for a moment having stated the phrase in such a way it was clearly evident that it disgusted him.

 

“Yet in an attempt to ease the transition into their society we permitted the vile elves of the mali’nor time to adjust to the presence of the mali’aheral. Time to learn that they were indeed inferior. This was a mistake”.

 

Kalenz suddenly gestures to the crowd “This weed continues to grow within our gardens. The very elves who sowed the seeds of impurity may have vanished with Malinor".

 

Kalenz searches for a moment in his coat before procuring what appears to be a common garden weed. Fully intact, roots included.

“But the weeds which grew from them must still be purged”. Almost immediately as he says this the weed appears to wither in his hand. Its fresh green leaves slowly turning brown and then grey before crumbling to the ground.

 

“Those elves corrupted by the frivolous and illogical ways of the mali of the mali’nor are to be re-educated so that they may assimilate properly into our culture once more. Should they refuse? Then they shall be banished of the company of the mali’aheral and cast out to follow the unforgiving winds of Anthos. Forced to mingle with races such as the Uruk and Bortu.  Should they behave as violently in response to their exile due to their impurity, then they shall be treated like the very weed you saw moments ago. Purged”.

 

His eyes flick across the crowd once more.

“This is not to say that all relations with the other races should be frowned upon. No, sometimes those beneath us may be used as tools for our very own benefit. But those who insult the blessed maehr’sae hiylun’ehya or those who harbor egalitarian views shall be removed from our exalted city. Lest they spread the seeds of inferiority rife outside of our walls”.

“Thus it is the position of Medi’Iran which I shall pursue. One which shall be used to rid the city of its impurity and restore the reverence of the maher’sae hiylun’ehya which formerly existed in Haelun’or.”

“Having been the catalyst for our departure from Malinor and for a time being a member of the never adopted governing system which was to be the Avern’ne of Haelun’or I feel more than capable of occupying such a role within our society”.

 

With this Kalenz promptly steps aside. As he does this he twitches and mutters to himself. A voice only audible to Lucion Sullas seems to emanate from where Kalenz stood just moments ago “Furthermore I introduced you to ‘cheating’”.

[Dohvi 622]

Once it's clear Lucion, Amras and Kalenz have finished, Delonna makes his way through the crowd as he slowly approaches the noticeboard. He takes a few moments to read the announcement, before glancing to the crowd. As he looks back to the noticeboard, Delonna procures a small pre-prepared note and pins it in place, just underneath the other additions. He then takes a single pace backwards, away from the noticeboard as he turns to face the crowd.

 

I, Delonna Aeléyèlsa, declare my intentions to run for one of the Medi'iran positions.

 

Delonna remains silent for a few moments, as he lets his gaze slowly wander the crowd, picking out many familiar faces and a few new ones too. He speaks in a raised for voice for all to hear, and with a tone that shows not just confidence, but certainty.

 

“I want what’s best for this city, I always have. And that is why I’m putting my name forth as a candidate for one of the Medi’iran positions. For that, is the position from which I can best continue to further our great community. I’m not going to run against Lucion for the position of Sohaer, because I know there is no better candidate for the position that him. For the Medi’iran positions however, I am the best choice. Just as Mr Sullas has experience in his position, I have mine. I served as Tilruir’nor for numerous decades, from the creation of the Tilruiran system, until we joined with Malinor and ceased using it.”

 

He pauses for a few moments, slowly taking another step towards the crowd as he starts speaking once more.

 

“In Asulon, I ensured that food and supplies were always plentiful, just as I organised work for farmer, lumberjack and animal tender alike. Resources were bountiful, and all one had to do was take what they needed. I’m not going to rely on retelling the distant past though. The days of the Silver city were good, but it is long gone. Now, we have a new sanctuary to call home, fittingly named Lin'evaral. Following the designs of Vallel’yuln, I have personally led and organised the construction of this new city. As well as building homes and facilities alike, I also organised housing, ensuring that no Mali’aheral is left homeless, unless by their own choice.”

 

As Delonna pauses once more, he gestures for the crowd to look at the surroundings.

 

“With your help, Mali’aheral, I have led the construction of our new sanctuary. But deeds are not enough, I know. So let me tell you all what I have to offer our great city in the future. There are still numerous buildings and facilities yet to be built. I intend to organise the collection of resources, so construction of these facilities may proceed. These include things such as a path to and from Lin'evaral. This will provide better accessibility to our city, /without/ going through, or close to Malinor’s filthy Leumaelin.”

 

“I’ll also be having a windmill, lumbermill, mines and more farms built to improve resource production capabilities. Once these are finished, we may be able to investigate into foreign trade if there’s still some some necessary items we’re incapable of producing on our own. Whilst not as much of a concern, this will enable any who wish it to work towards the creation of an economy or sorts.”

 

“And as Amras said, safety is always a priority concern. My latest project was the completion of our city walls, an achievement that will keep Mali’aheral citizens safer than any other. Whilst I’ve had little to do with the diplomatic relations that will keep Mali’aheral safe or otherwise, while travelling, I have made sure there is safety to be found here. To further this, I have agreed to become a Sillumir, so that I may fight if necessary, to ensure the safety of our citizens. This is something I shall continue to do. Next on my list of facilities to build is infact, a prison. This will allow us to apprehend any who do threaten the peace and safety of the Mali’aheral.”

 

“Just as my llir, Mr Uradir made it clear his goal is to work towards purifying and strengthening Mali’aheral culture, my goal is to better society by improving the safety and living conditions of our great city. Having been so heavily involved in this city’s construction, and having fulfilled a position in the Tilruiran of Haelun’or for many years, I am confident I’m capable of doing the duties required of a Medi’ir of Lin’evaral.”

Delonna gives a content nod as he finishes, and he slowly makes his way towards the inn, disappearing into the crowd.
 

[TheBareSheet 194]

Arahael sits.

Simply sitting.

Glaring at the previous speakers,

she purses her lips.

As her fingers twitch so slightly,

She opens her diary and starts to write again.

She sighs

Perhaps in disappointed in the leaders

Or perhaps the feeling of relief after easing the itch of her fingers to write.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien sits besides Arahael with her legs crossed.

 

Her lips are slightly puckered as she looks at the congregation of Mali'aheral.

 

She toys with a lock of her hair, braiding and unbraiding it.

 

Lelien shakes her head, scoffing softly as Amras presents himself. Yet she nods and smiles at the appearance of Lucion, Kalenz and her father.

 

Cursing softly to herself for being too young to vote she stays put.

[Yuln 265]

*Yuln stands to the side, the hood of her robes pulled back. Her orange hair plays over her shoulders as she watches the "shameful politics". She gives Lucion a respectful nod as he finishes speaking. Her reaction to Amras is fairly similary, however her face shows less respect. As Kalenz speaks, her only reaction is her jaw tightening for a moment. When Delonna speaks she gives him a smile and a nod.*

[Supremacy 3361]

A short while later Kalenz strides past the political notification and pauses. He grunts once before approaching it and procuring a pin from his coat. Blue threads run down the pin and settle upon the page leaving a glowing note:

 

Further candidates are encouraged to make appropriate speeches and declare their candidacy. Lest our political activity grind to a regrettable halt.

[MrSyth 637]

 

After nearly a year of silence, from time to time interrupted by agonizing howls coming from the labyrinth, footsteps accompanied by a familiar tapping sound can be heard behind the iron gates. As the tapping grows louder, it echoes through the hall of the library where the speeches of the candidates were being given. Now, one of the iron gates opens up, and after another long period of absence, Silvos returns from what he refers to as his "personal studies". Stepping up to the other side of the crowd, he starts to speak after having listened to the very last sentence of Delonna's speech.

His hands cling together. "Sulian work of sanan, llir. And to you as well, Kalenz and Amras. Now I suppose, it would be about time for me to introduce myself to this game of politics as well, would it not?"

Raising his voice, he now stands tall aside the other candidates.

"I, Silvos'Laurir Sythaerin, nominate myself for the position of Medi'iran as well."

He smirks, then continues.

"Since the days I lived in Alras I have been nothing but a full-blooded High Elf. Going from demanding order and respect under Syrio's foolish suliian'ikru, to manipulating an entire bortu clan without them noticing the least of it. Yet even with all this power within my -then still biological- hands, I was not satisfied. I enjoyed my reign over the bortuan for two decades, before I told their supposed leader Gulroid to sell it to the impure-bred Kyral Hightower. I enjoyed watching the nation fall apart in her weak, impure hands. But not after I'd met a certain mali'aheral. Haldir Isilvus. The very Haldir Isilvus that informed me of the location of the Silver City of Asulon. I was delighted, and whilst Alras fell I packed my things and moved."

Silvos looks around, gladly noticing he has gotten the crowd's attention. Grinning once again to his opponents, he can't help but tapping his staff on the floor ever so slightly nervously.

"Since then, I lived among us. Our great race, the greatest among all. I became a greater person than I'd ever been, and my hair turned the light silver it is today after bathing it in the golden pools. Yes, llir. And after all these years I stand proud of the way it formed me. And now, in this new land, I have aided the construction to give back what you once gave me. A great life, amongst the greatest beings. The library we stand in, the labyrinth I just came from, and the laboratory in which I shall soon be doing research once again, were all mostly constructed by myself. I thank Delonna, for aiding me in getting the recources and I thank Vallel'Yuln, for providing the blueprints. Yet in the end, I feel the construction of these places will serve a great cause in the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. For where wisdom is gained, it also needs to be stored properly.

Here is where I commence my listing of the subjects I find important, and the things I shall put effort into if I were to become Medi'iran. Firstly, I'd support the construction of the final buildings our city is still missing, namely the ones Delonna has mentioned. I would also put greater effort into further constructing the labyrinth below us, so it my finally serve our city the protection and evacuation possibilities it deserves. Secondly, I would work on improving the laboratory. After having finished building by the original blueprints, I soon found there was not enough space for all mali'aheral to study their desired arts. Since then, I have already expanded it, and I intend to keep doing this until every mali'aheral willing to study has enough space to do it. Thirdly, I would work towards enhancing our race's knowledge on the arcane arts. In a bright future, I see every mali'thill successfully practising an art of arcane magic. Not only to protect ourselves from war, but also to make our lives easier. Together, we can achieve these goals.

 

That, is why I desire to be Medi'iran. That, is also why in my suliian I deserve to be Medi'iran. So I can not only serve, but lead this bright city, to an even brighter future.

Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya."

With that, Silvos looks up over the crowd, raising his staff before the eyes of the other high elves.

[Dohvi 622]

Delonna purses his lips slightly as he listens to Silvos' speach from off to the side, where he stands next to Yuln. He frowns heavily as Silvos claims more credit than deserved for the construction of the library, though expresses his irritation with nothing more than a dissatisfied grunt, as he silently glares at Silvos for the remainder of the speech.

[Mithradites 1168]

Lucion, having left the commotion for a short while to return to his home, walks back towards the crowd with a furrowed brow, and a baffled expression. He speaks loudly--gaining the attentions of the gathered crowd fairly easily.

 

"As an act of commitment towards my fellow mali'aheral, I offer all citizens to enter the confines of my tower, and dine upon the mysterious cakes that lay within. It seems some random... llir... has deigned to place innumerable cakes within my home, and I feel it only reasonable to allow my fellow citizens to take part in my "good fortune."

 

 He turns back towards his chair, and removes his small notebook from his coat once more.

[BigAssFrog 15]

Tamarien sits by idly minding his own business, watching over the power-hungry mali'aheral fill heads with political rambles. He doesn't seem to speak up, he just shows to be in a mindless blank, fiddling his fingers about one and other. There is no focus on the candidates that are moving up, but for a brief moment he seems to pay attention to his mentor, Kalenz Uradir, but he strays from it rather quickly. A few quiet mutters come from his mouth, but they are inaudible to the other mali'aheral standing around him.

 

"Politics, bah. They make things more difficult than one would like to think."

 

He continues to fumble about with his hands, seemingly more focused on him than the democratic speeches that surround him. His ears twitch a little every now and then, but nobody notices. Tamarien sits there, it is as if he is not even there, not a head turns to him out of curiosity, not even for a second. He silently mimics the mali as they step up to the notice.

 

"As an act of commitment towards my fellow mali'aheral, I want all of the power that I can take from you to make me the strongest elf in this city, and soon all of Anthos. No valah would stand up to a big, tough politic such as I."

 

If one were to be listening to him babble on, you would question his sanity. He shows no sign of jealousy, nor of arrogance, just of frustration. Why would they keep going over the same things many times again, he sees no point towards this. He hears one final speech before standing up, directing his voice across the room rather than just to himself.

 

"For malin's sake hurry up and vote already. Do us all a favour!"

 

He moves back down into his seat, the all the mali stare at him awkwardly for a bit, their eyes flickering and their mouths closed. Tamarien moves his gaze around the room, looking to all of the subjects staring onto him, before he finally lets out a smile. The tone on his face does not look fake, although one would assume it is, before letting out one word in a joyful tone.

 

"Thankyou."

[Mithradites 1168]

At the stroke of midnight, more than two elven weeks after the parchment was hung, Lucion marches towards the noticeboard with his usual cold scowl plastered across his face. He tears down the paper itself, and replaces it carefully with a new piece of parchment. The clean paper flutters in the breeze daintily, as Lucion takes his leave. Upon the notice, written in clear, black letters reads the following.

 

It is done. The citizenry has been informed, and those willing have made their voices heard. Seek the Eternal Library, and the final step begins.