TheNander

((I didn't make a key. I just used the last one as a rosetta stone for the newest one.))

((We solved the last ones, so it was much easier than the first one.))

Nalro watches Farren as he begins chiseling strange non-runic symbols into some stone. He takes out his notebook from last time and begins to decode the message. ((Damn it, Vanir.))

Well yeah, of course.

The Death of a Friend Nalro begins climbing the ladder of the Artisan supply room when he feels a great disturbance in the Rhun, causing him to nearly fall off the ladder. He regains his grip before climbing down and sprints for the main gates. He sees Valen being brought in by his fellow clansmen and stares at them, frozen in place. "No... NO... NO!", Nalro says before running up the stairs to the gates. He stops by them as they walk down the stairs. "'e's goin' ta be alroight... yeh?", says Nalro. His words are met by a the solemn face of Arcane Grandaxe, who shakes his head slowly in reply. Nalro looks over to a deceased Valen, "Foukin' 'ell mate. Shite... Ye nae doyin' on me! Ya 'ear? Wake t'e fouk op, lad! WAKE OP!" Nalro runs up closer to Valen and looks at his face for a few brief seconds before being pulled away by two of the Grandaxes. Nalro calms down as they continue onward through the market. Tears well up in Nalro's eyes as he grieves the loss of an old friend... *At the funeral of Valen Grandaxe...* Nalro sits in the temple with his adopted daughter Sha and the rest of his clansmen. He watches the body of Valen Grandaxe go by as his mind wanders. He recalls the events of the day before as if they just happened an hour ago. He then spends a few minutes recalling his experiences with Valen and all of the good times they've had. A member of the clergy reads a sermon. Nalro then stands up and walks slowly up to the podium. He begins to give an extemporaneous eulogy. The room becomes completely silent as he begins to speak. His voice projects throughout Kal'Azgoth into each and every hall, stall, or pub. All of which are empty. "A gud man doyed yesterday... Nae only wus 'e a grand Lord of t'e kingdom, buh 'e wus a great friend. A great friend ov moine. Ov yers. Ov t'e kingdom. An interestin' t'ing about Valen, be, t'at 'e was always a giver. If ye needed a favor, 'ed always be t'ere tuh lend a 'and if ye ken foind 'im... and 'ed never ask fer aneht'ing in return. 'e be boyin ye ales in t'e pub an' ye take out yer minas tuh pay 'im, "Nae, Nalro, yer minas be ov no use 'ere. T'is 'uns on me." A small bit of laughter can be heard in the temple. "Ye know, ah was a bit frustrated w'en me da' doied. A wus angry, furious even. Ah wus angry t'at 'e 'adden't told me 'e was goin tuh. Buh t'ats t'e fing. It all 'appens as fast as def takes 'em. Loife keeps guh'in, gud lads are born and doy, buh t'e cart keeps rollin'..." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHHPRMiyIKk Nalro nods mildly for a second or two. Satisfied with his eulogy, he leaves the podium to go and take his seat. There he is comforted by his daughter Sha and the rest of the Grayhammer clan. ((Good luck in all of your endeavors, Zezimoose. "Safe."))

I think I'd like this to be implimented. I'd get one IC because I'd think it'd make me closer and more in-tuned to The Rhun.

Melcin standing near the E.R.A. informational flyer sees the two putting up papers over his flyer. He then snatches both papers down, crumples them both into a ball, and shoves them into his pocket.

The Elven Republican Army Melcindómien "Melcin" Caundaugion (Mehl-kin-doe-mee-ehn Cown-dowg-ee-on) in ERA uniform stands near the entrance of Malinor near the main gate and speaks “People of Malinor! Sons and daughters of Malin! Now is your chance to defend your nation from tyranny. We need to form a Republic. A Republic of the people, for the people, by the people, that shall not perish from Anthos, this land that we call home. We have petitioned and our petitions have been scorned. We have entreated and our entreaties have been disregarded. We have begged and they have not answered when our calamity came. We beg no longer. We entreat no more. We petition no more. We defy them. Defy with us. Join the Elven Republican Army and fight for an Elven Republic. A Republic where you can choose who to lead our nation. Free yourselves from these chains that bind us to the ground. Stand up with me. Fight with me. Be free with me.” An informational poster is hanging nearby: What is the ERA and what are your goals? The goals of the rebellion are to overthrow the current government and put in place a new one which will serve the people and be composed of officials elected directly by the people. The ERA will also serve as a militia for Malinor while the new government is settling in. The council will be elected by a direct election at voting locations in Malinor. Each Elven citizen will have the right to one vote for each council position. No more, No less. We will have an alliance with both the Holy Oren Empire and the Dwarven Empire of Urguan. This will lead to a nearly war-less golden age for Malinor. I will not be running for council, but as the Leader of the Elven Republican Army, I will promise the people that they need not fear the new government as it will be a government dedicated to the wants and needs of the people. A government without one mali alone overpowering an entire council and nation. This I swear my life on. We may support a candidate however if we feel they are the best choice for the people of Malinor. The votes of the people will decide who will be the new council, however. Uniforms: A space is left here for a sketch to be put up. Sign below to show your support. Support by any race, from any nation is appreciated. ((MCName: )) Name: Age: Race: Do you plan to donate any of the following to the ERA?: [ ] Weapons [ ] Armor [ ] Food [ ] Minas [ ] Housing [ ] Other: Fill out this document if you wish to join our ranks. ((Note: You do not need a VA to join our ranks. You do need a VA to actually carry out anything that you would need a VA for. Some suggested evils would be 1abc, 2ab, and 4a)) ((MCName: )) Name: Age: Do you swear to protect the Elven People and support an Elven Republic?: Weapons of choice: Other notes:

Melcin shouts as he is being escorted out. "Show yourself you coward! Your stealth does not hide your fear!"

Name: Master Engineer Nalro Grayhammer Place an X besides the name of the candidate you wish to vote for: - Dun Irongut - Toveah Goldman - Kayne Goldhand X - Spriggar Stormhammer - Athri Flage - Jerno Frostbeard

((Yes, but I was still put in a cell with a guard watching me. There was no need to close the door because I had my face bashed in and was severely injured. Even if I wanted to fight my way out I wouldn't have the strength to.))

((Yeah, I was actually thinking about that after the fact. Fixing it now.))

((I was for a short amount of time.))

Melcin's Speech Melcin stands atop a low building near the main gate. There is a large crowd around him many of which are supporters of the cause. He begins his speech that he had memorized while in prison. "My Mali brothers and sisters." "I have come to you today to inform you of the injustices being performed in Malinor during these troubles of ours." "I have been assaulted for speaking out as I am doing now, by the Sentinels, the corrupt militia of the council." "Those who support our cause are being jailed!" "The fact that the candidates that you wish to vote for... are at this moment being persecuted in a Sentinel jail shouldn't put you off!" "I was in one myself until awhile ago!" "They can jail us." "They can execute us." "They can even conscript us!" "They can use us as target practice for the militia!" "But... We have a weapon more powerful... Than any in the whole arsenal of the Princedom of Malinor!" "That weapon... is our refusal!" "Our refusal to bow to any order but our own!" "Any institution but our own!" A group of Sentinels are seen near the main gate (as they usually are). Melcin looks over at them, so does the crowd. The crowd turns back to Melcin. "...Our friends in the Royal Sentinel Milita want to shut me up." "Jail me again, kill me, who knows?" "But I'd like you to send them a message!" "If they shut me up, who'll take my place?" "Who'll take my place?" The crowd shouts "We will!" "I can't hear you! Who'll take my place?" The crowd begins shouting at the sentinels. "Will they shut you up?" Melcin is guided off the roof safely by his men. "Clear a path! Clear a path! Get him out! Get him out, now!", the ERA shout.

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 )) "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." "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?" "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." 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.

"Thank you for your support, my good man." Melcin watches Vanir write a note on the declaration. He looks the man in the eye and nods understandingly.

((There could still be more factions. All is well.))

The Declaration of an Elven Republic A hooded Melcindómien "Melcin" Caundaugion (Mehl-kin-doe-mee-ehn Cown-dowg-ee-on) in ERA uniform stands near the entrance of Malinor in the city square. He takes out a scroll and begins reading. After awhile (2nd Paragraph), he strays from the scroll, and begins rallying the Elven people. Elven men and Elven women! In the name of Malin and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood, Malinor, through us, summons her children to fight for her freedom! Having organized and trained her manhood through her secret revolutionary organization, the Elven Republican Army, now is seizing the moment and being supported by her children from all over Anthos, is choosing to take action! We declare the right of the people of Malinor to the ownership of Malinor and to the unfettered control of Elven destinies, to be sovereign and indefeasible. The long usurpation of that right by a corrupt council of bureaucrats has not extinguished the right, nor can it ever be extinguished except by the destruction of the Elven people. Malinor is in need of a Republic, a government for the people chosen by the people. I am calling upon you! You the elven people, to step forward and show your support for the New Republic, for the Elven Republican Army, for Malinor! ((OOC Notes: Please make an RP post with your support and interest in joining or supporting the ERA in this thread or by other means if you wish to in RP approach me privately. Villain applications are not required to join the ERA, but to do anything villainous you NEED to have a villain application. If you are not an elf and wish to provide support in minas, food, and weapons, feel free to approach me IC. Please also note that this is not a power grab by myself. This is a paramilitary force I am leading and using to back a candidate that will be chosen by us and most likely supported by the Elven people. This is not an army set on attacking other nations. Regardless of whether or not you support this cause there will be exciting RP for all, I promise you that. I've been planning this for a few days now and so far it's looking pretty well.))

((Nice speech, Charlie Chaplin.))

Nalro Grayhammer signs his paper and makes a suggestion. "We need mer o' moi classes. T'e Legion will neva be elite unless t'ey learn mer t'en w'at t'ey be learnen now." ((Add a box under Combat: Seige labeled 'Nalro's Classes' or something similar. A lot of legionnaires enjoyed them. We should also assign each legionnaire OOC with a number 1-3 so they know which vel they should be in.))

Nalro Grayhammer nods, as he agrees with the king's statement.

Nalro continues, "Ye nae sure w'ot Ah'm troyin tuh say?" "Put it t'is way. Pack yer mugs, leave t'e kingdom. Be gone..." "'cause ye shuld be workin in t'e best brewery in all t'e land..." "Jus' nae land ah be livin' in..." "'cause t'ere be nae 'un in all o' Anthos t'at'd be able tuh pay a proper proice fer such a foine ale." "In short..." "It be grand -- Nae... It be brilliant. Ye've got yerself a foine brew 'ere. Ah'd loike tuh see it in t'e pub, definately." Nalro is very impressed with the fine ale he has tasted. ((8.5/10))