emberhard

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Emberhard strolls through Malinor seeing to it that the posters are all in good shape and not covered up.

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...

(( I can understand your want to do something that everyone likes, but the thing with a poll is any random person can come in here and vote in it wheather they are truly interested in Malinor or not. Which can later be extended to democratic elections, all these flame council posts, and just anywhere on the forums, but I am not trying to get in an argument here.))

Emberhard strolls blissfuly through Malinor, he takes notice of the posters, tugging them and flattening them slightly to see to it that they are un-crumbled and still in good shape.

Emberhard smiles broadly reading it "The ale will flow like water!" he proclaims

I remember the ent in Normander....I remember her scaling the wall in order to get in and worship the elder tree.....huh....I do hope he sticks around.

(( I will have to see if I can't dig up any more old books from Asulon...there was quite a few good rare ones I had))

Emberhard strolls trough Malinor, seeing to it that the posters are not tattered and contain the correct information. Posting over older ones if he needs to.

(( all the lands north of that river is Malinor, the city in the middle though is called Leumaelin. Good work though))

I am familiar with the whereabouts of the donation page, it is the "upgrade" option that eludes me.

I am interested in upgrading my "Iron" level donation to a "gold" level, though I know it used to be there and it is an available option I am finding it to be quite the challenge to find that option in the donation area. Any help would be much appreciated.

Many months prior to the current time... Prince Emberhard stands on a dock at the dead of night. The water is glassy calm save for a few ripples caused by a light here and gone again breeze. His ship "The Keg" aches behind him, weighed down with various supplies along with a few good souls. He takes a deep breath, shifting his weight and scanning the docks, searching but looking for nothing in particular. "Yup." The prince says satisfied. Emberhard spins around on his heal, ascending the gang-plank at a slight jog. It bends under his weight. "This aught to be fun…." He takes his position at the helm, smiling broadly over his ship, mind racing with thoughts of the coming journey, the opportunity, something new… "Release the lines! Open the sheets! Lets see if we can't 'ave ourselves a bit o' an adventure…." He coos as he grips the wheel, curling his fingers around it feeling for every detail. "Goodbye and adieu, to you elvish ladies..." The echo of a mumbled a sea shanty creeps across the water as the ship pulls away.... Near present time… High noon, the sun barely penetrates the wind-blown leaves of a forest. Emberhard emerges from a doorway as he slips his hammer into his belt. A wind blows throughout the forest, rustling the leaves and cooling his sweat-drenched brow. His boots clack against the freshly laid wood, various items jingling on his belt as he removes an ale flask from it The prince stops before a fence unscrewing the cap of the flask and kicking his head back as he takes a swig. "aahhh…" Emberhard exhales replacing the metal container on his belt. He places his hands on the fence, putting his weight on them as he looks over the landscape. About five stories up he stands, admiring the fruits of their labor, a simple stupid smile plastered across his face. "They will be coming soon." He says as Titania approaches to stand beside him. "Do you think they will like it?" She asks "They will love it." he turns to her smirking.

(( the custard gods were displeased with blundermore and demanded a sacrifice))