BegginLena

Mikhael shed's a tear as he reads the will,

"Bah! I do not deserve this, but is very noice Da"

"Godanistan does not forgive such relations with animals, you get off lucky this time Colin"

Mikhael smiles as he reads the Edict.

"Excellent, we move forward in progress. Carry on Carrion!"

Mikhael puts on a tinfoil hat before saying "no"

In my country there is problem, and that problem is the tootin

Mikhael sorts his papers in the Krelmstad and prepares for the meeting,

"Many a thing I will suggest, we must grow stronger if this rumor of a Teutonic return is true."

Orlik opens his eyes in bed as he hears the explosion...... "Lark" he mutters before rushing outside for the first time in weeks. "My borsa"

Orlik stands up quickly and exclaims,

"This mans son wanted to make burn of church of Godanistan! we made swift dump in swamp yub, I also saw i'm near duh yak herds, very suspicuz"

Mikhael spots the poster, he mutters only one word.

"wat"

Mikhael frowns.

"Such negative press, much bad"

Mikhael ponders as he stares out of the Krelmstad windows.

"Such hostility will turn Strelt against Strelt, I hope this ends quickly"

(( This is actually really nice, not sure how to respond in RP tho lol ))

"Through the long voting process I now read to you the results of the vote!"

Bajko - 0%

Hogvir Ironcrow - 100%

"I here by appoint Hogvir Ironcrow as the true Maer of Kralta!"

+1 Messy Medieval stamp of approval.

Mikhael calls on his men as he hears of the Kings words.

Mikhael smiles and stands at the back of the church, he exclaims loudly;

"Da! the Raevir influence grows stronger by the day, Siegmund would be proud"

Name: Mikhael Carrion

Candidate: Jakob

Address: The Krelmstad

(( Is the vote 9 pm tonight? Or some other day? ))

Its next week, says in the post.

Vladislav shakes his head as he hears people voting for him.

 

I am not candidate for Maership of Kralta.  I am not strelt of one lord.  I not own housery of Kralta.  I am simply nothing in Kralta, and I wish not for Maership of such place which live not I.  Maer should be strelt, sworn to Lord of Krelmstad that is capable of stewarding the township.

((Removed from list))

 

(( I hate to ask this on an RP thread,

but who is the current Maer? )

 

Lark Steelwall, Origin_Lark

Random strelt says "Wilfriche Buron"

They have to live in Ruska and give me the MC name.

The sun shines brightly onto the muddy fields of Kralta, Streltsy are hard at work digging and singing. The town center bustles with humble merchants and dirty farmers, Mikhael pushes his way through the crowd and nails a long strip of parchment to the notice board, it reads;

Over this next eleven week there will be a campaign for the new Maer, place your name on this notice to run for the position.

On the voting day in seven elven days we will have our new Maer.

Election speeches and campaigns should be run by the individuals applying.

Current candidates;

Bajko (NathanBarnett36)

Hogvir Ironcrow (lastdash)

Wilfriche Buron (Firestar25)

There is then space at the bottom for names to be added, however the notice seems to have been scribbled all over, meaning the voting has ended.

((Put your name in this thread and why you want to be Maer, ill then add you to the list.

Also just to clear things up there will be a event style vote on Saturday 9 GMT in Kralta.

Also Ideally you should have other people put you up, only vote for yourself if you are desperate.))

Much rage, much anger, WoW

Mikhael stands on the stairs of the Church of St. Bogdan, he opens his arms and shouts at the weary eyed Strelts moping around the town.

"In the light of recent events I have decided that we will hold a true vote to decide Maer of Kralta, there will be petitions and speech's made! let it be know that any Strelt in Kralta may run for Maer!" 

He turns with the flick of his heel and walks into the church.

Mikhael stands outside the tavern calling the Strelts in, the rain patters down into the mud as they make their way up the steps.

"Carrion Black here! Carrion Black!"