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Folding her hands with a twitch and a grunt, Azorella grumbles slightly to herself before continuing. Well, lliran, that sums up all the questions for this debate. In conclusion, I ask the both of you to give closing statements. Ensure you are thorough in what you say. The elfess clears her throat in mild agitation. As Mr. Uradir seems so eager to speak his mind, I'll ask him to present his closing first. Also, if Mr. Sullas could refrain from making any further explosive comments, that would be appreciated. ahernan, lliran.

Shuffling her papers briefly, Azorella flips to the last page of her notes before announcing the next question. For our fifth and final question, lliran, I ask you: How do you intend to further the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya? i.e: expanding education and research in the Arcane, the sciences, literature, etc. and also any plans for el'sillumiran, if any. Additionally, how will you improve education for Malii?

((Cancelling the event for now. Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll try to host it again at a later date, thanks to those who were interested.)) A carefully scripted bit of parchment adorns various notice boards across Malinor and Oren. There's enough scattered about that if a few were ripped down they wouldn't be missed. All the posters have been mysteriously ripped down. --- Time: Cancelled Location: ---

Flipping to a second sheet of notes, Azorella reads off the fourth question as she did the previous three: "I ask Mr. Uradir to respond first again, and I'm sure the both of you have noticed the pattern at this point. In any case, your fourth question is as such... How would you address the issue of impures? What are your opinions on the recent hunt for the Fallen--and similar foul specimens--and how do you propose to continue or dissolve this effort?

Azorella coughs lightly to clear her throat, taking another sip at her glass of water. For our third question, I ask that Mr. Sullas respond first. The elfess pauses for a moment before continuing: Haelun'or has always been economically independent of outside trading and its economic infrastructure is practically non-existent since everything within the city is free. However, income is sometimes necessary to fund the purchase of valuable resources in times of a war and other costly and necessary things such as ships or construction equipment. How do you propose we obtain such income?

Nodding slightly to the incumbent and challenger as they spoke, Azorella reads off a second question from her note sheets when she finds the two finished with their arguments. "ahernan, lliran. For the next question, I ask that Mr. Uradir present first, if he would: Describe your opinions on the Crimson-Silver Concordat and the Silver-Emerald Covenant. What do you feel are the merits and faults of each and how do you intend to further handle foreign relations with the Bortu, Valah, Mali, Kharajyr, etc.?

((Video courtesy of Mithradites, for your viewing pleasure.)) With a dignified huff, Azorella stands before both Kalenz and Lucion with a few handfuls of paper before her. She glances about at the audience around her, shivering vaguely at the crowd. Grunting slightly, she quickly recomposes herself, hastily straightening her notes. The crowd around her was full of fellow Mali'aheral, some young, some old, some feisty, some solemn. Hushed murmurs grew silent as Kalenz and Lucion broke into a subtle death glare, ready to verbally tear the other's throat out. Clearing her throat, Azorella addressed those around her, although an uncomfortable modulation permeated her voice at first. "lliran, as per required by law... we are gathered here to witness the debate between challenger Kalenz Uradir and incumbent Lucion Sullas. As requested by Lucion Sullas... I shall try to moderate this debate and will proffer questions for discussion--either those pre-meditated upon by myself or those previously volunteered by citizens... As for the format itself, we'll be foregoing an opening statement for this debate and will be starting with our questions. After which, the incumbent and challenger shall each give a closing statement. Without further ado... may the debate for the position of Sohaer begin..." Azorella shuffles her papers a moment, sipping at a small glass of water before continuing: "For your first question... lliran... I ask: What is your position on the war between the Bortu and Valah? How will you ensure the safety of Lin'evaral and her inhabitants amidst this conflict? What role, or lack thereof, do you propose Haelun'or plays in this war?

After having spoken with Lucion earlier that day, Azorella enters her tower with a sigh and collects a few supplies before heading towards the library. She sets up another wooden lock-box and places a small pile of forms next to it. Upon approaching, you would note the sign on the box: For the upcoming debate, I ask that my fellow lliran submit any questions they would like to have asked of the incumbent and challenger. Please fill out the appropriate form and slip it into this box. And next to it, some forms: http://goo.gl/8SFWL ((Try to submit all yer questions b'fore the weekend. I'll likely throw up the debate thread at that point. Thanks!))

A curl of white parchment is tacked to the notice board. The original notices appear to be missing. After careful consideration, the following citizens shall be ordained as such: Lelien Aeléyèlsa is appointed Tilruir'indor. Evarir'Ayla is appointed Indorir. Please speak with me so we may discuss your duties. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. naean kaean'leh maehr okarih'ayla. --Medi'ir Azorella Coulissante

With a slight grunt, Azorella tacks up an additional note beneath her first notice: Interviews will be conducted in two to three Elven days from now. Please leave a note at the Uradir and Coulissante residence to schedule a time. ((i.e. this coming Friday and Saturday. On Friday I might be able to meet between 4 and 6 PST, and probably late that evening. Saturday I should be free all day. Sorry it couldn't be earlier... Finals week... eurgh...))

A crisp parchment of a thick, sturdy gauge adorns the notice board. The notice has been removed. As our ever-growing library acquires more and more additions, it also requires additional caretakers. Thusly, the position of Tilruir'indor is now available. As Tilruir'indor, one is expected to, in the least: Seek out additional knowledge and literary pieces to add to the collection. Protect our knowledge from the hands of the unworthy. Keep the library organized. Maintain a stock of blank tomes for civilian use. Transcribe and copy tomes as necessary. Reformat new literary arrivals for ease of reading if necessary. Seek to continually improve our venerated library. Interested parties are instructed to inquire with Azorella Coulissante via letter or in-person. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, ~Medi'ir Azorella Coulissante

After passing out the following pamphlet to all the mailboxes she finds, Azorella sits quietly before the bulletin board, distributing additional papers to any Mali’aheral that passes by and resigning herself to answering any questions, qualms, or concerns they may have regarding her candidacy and her issue positions. -------- Lliran, before you read the following I implore you to recall what your ancestors have been marrying so carefully for: maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. I implore you to recall its ideals of wisdom and health, of progress and purity. As of late, I feel that the Triumvirate has fallen away from this ideal. Amidst all the violence with the druian and the disagreements with the Hieal’mali, our hiylun has been threatened. Amidst the lack of tact exhibited by the Triumvirate, our maehr has come into question. I implore you, lliran, remember your parents’ careful teachings, their careful marriages. To thrust away your safety carelessly as some of the Triumvirate seem so keen to do is an insult to the generations past that have brought about each and every Mali’aheral that exists in blessed Lin’evaral. While, on occasion, violence is unavoidable, I argue that the Triumvirate has been dealing with our neighbors in such a fashion as to force us into it. Relying on Valah? How short-sighted have we become? For each Valah alive, another dies in its place. They live and die like ants! It is only a matter of karim before the current generation of Valah—which make up our allies—simply die of old age! What about the security of our children? not to mention ourselves? We must consider the future, not just the present. The only kingdoms that are trustworthy in the long run are those that can match us in longevity—those of our fellow Mali cousins. Only the support of our cousins can secure the safety of our blessed children. Even if we must ally begrudgingly, better to do so with Mali than Valah. In further regards to our Valah allies, it is clear that they do not revere Mali lives as much as our Mali’ame cousins would do. Should you perchance a walk about Kingston, one of the most populated of the Valah cities, you shall find, hidden in its dark crevices—and sometimes even in broad daylight—posters and bulletins calling outright for death to Mali—a violent racism that cannot be thrust upon our children at any cost. Granted, there are many kingdoms amongst the empire of Oren, but how long until one of their ‘deities’ calls for the genocide of our venerated race or that of our cousins? Such unpredictability should make any haelun or maln shudder. Should a Valah die, their parents would shrug, for they have twenty others. Should a Mali’aheral die, the grief should be felt throughout the community, for each child is an extraordinary blessing. Such a contrast in culture makes long term relations with Valah impossible. Mali’ame and Mali’ker, in the least, should understand the importance and significance of each of our children, of each life, and of each death. When I first came to Haelun’or—back when we existed in Asulon—I was starved for sustenance, safety, and knowledge. Haelun’or provided all that, not only eloquently but generously as well. Through my time with you, lliran, I have done my best to repay that generosity. Books have always been my constant companions and tending to our venerated library in Kalos, Elysium, and Anthos has been my whole-hearted pleasure. Stone and wood were necessities during those first footsteps on our journey in Anthos and I did what I could to contribute to our llir, Delonna’s, efforts to build the venerated cihi that we call our home. As for my future commitments to our blessed race, I should wish to run events to promote the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. A poetry gala is already in the makings, and science symposiums may be soon to follow should I find a vote of support from you, my blessed lliran. I shall be blunt, lliran, I wish to run as a candidate for Medi’ir; I wish to defend the future of our children, ourselves, and our wisdom; and I wish to bring a careful conscience to that of the Triumvirate. Through these difficult times I implore that the Mali’aheral use a sharp word rather than a sharp blade to resolve our issues with the lesser races. It is but an Uruk who is forced to use his sword so quickly. Violence, lliran, must be avoided at all costs. Wisdom, instead, should be strongly adhered to. I trust you to be wise in your choices. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, —Azorella Coulissante

-vladstudio, Deviantart *Whilst cleaning out her home, Azorella happens upon a small and dusty parcel lying in the corner of a chest from Asulon. Furrowing her brows, she carefully pries it open, unsure of what she would find. Amidst peeling leather covers and yellowing papers, she discovers it to be a small trove of tomes long forgotten, falling apart, but still salvageable. Through the night, the elfess works to first transcribe the contents of these few, precious books, and later, hopefully restore them. The following morning, a bleary eyed Azorella emerges from her tower, a small stack of fresh books in her arms. She totters towards the library and wearily sorts the new selections into their appropriate sections. Upon returning to her home, she groans and retrieves a scrap of paper to write a quick note for the bulletin board: New tomes may be found in the library. Peruse at your leisure, lliran. *Azorella grunts singularly at the new note before resigning herself to bed for the rest of the day.* ((I found old books!))

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0 Name: Samuel Clark Surname/House: Clark Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 5'10" Weight: 75kg Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Skin Color/Shade: Fair Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Salvus Profession/Occupation: Shield Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Samuel Clark, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

*Grunting and grumbling as she recalls the various documentation that led up to this election, Azorella reluctantly scribbles down her choices for government before dropping the slip in the box, shrugging, and then sighing a wee bit on the way back to her tower.* Sohaer: Lucion Sullas Medi'iran (1): Kalenz Uradir Medi'iran (2): Delonna Aélèyelsa

*Grumbling and grunting as she reads over the document, Azorella scrutinizes every phrase, word, and proposition and nearly leaves in a disgruntled huff before reviewing it one last time, sighing and signing plainly: Azorella Coulissante

*Feeling the day was too cheery to spend holed up in her tower, Azorella meanders about the capital before spotting the demonstration. She listens to the whole of it, grunting when 'rights' are mentioned and grumbling, mostly to herself, "This is the first I've heard of someone actually declaring a form of rights... goodness, it's like some Mali feel entitled to some strange concept of 'liberty' that isn't even on paper nor official in any way I've seen. Perhaps the garrulous will finally pass a referendum of sorts on all these entitlements they feel they need to have..." She grumbles a tad bit more in a quieter tone before tittering off, "Funny how some haven't grasped this... Strange ways the world works."

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