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Name: Vaerus Irongut ((MC Name)): Vaereroes Candidates: Hogarth Irongut ((Jordan1921)) X Charles "The Bald" Ireheart ((Toto798)) Thelkan Grandaxe ((Goldrim)) Zahrer Irongrinder ((Josh3738))

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Dranan would also lean back, his eyes locked on Arnorian. “For now, if Kayrin agrees to the triumvirate, I would surely see to it you remain as the Ranger head, no doubt Cirimas and Kayrin would as well.”

“It was most likely because of your ignorance and deceit that he revolted yet at least we were united in civil wars and the desert my father got us in. After, after the desert where did he get us? You were just a band of petty Adunians until then. Great people make mistakes, Arnorian. Hanrahan, Gavin, Artorus, Godric, Eze'kiel. All of them made bloody mistakes. Yet with all of them their good deeds outmatch the misdoings they performed. Honour them as you wish to honour yourself.”

Dranan smirks at Arnorians response, “If I wanted you dead, I would’ve taken you from where we last met. You people only have the decency to blame my father, and his father before. Every little slip we had you put the blame upon him! WHere is your blame, Arnorian? When you pranced with a crown on your head proclaiming yourself a ‘King’. Many of my men supported you back then, yet when we arrived to Anthos where was our Kingdom? Where was our land, our religious freedom? I shall blame you as you blame my father.”

Dranan chuckles lightly as he turns his head to Aep. “I was with Thorenir, learning the ways of life. To hunt and to kill, the proper way. It deeply worries me how you managed to by pass the guards and somehow stay in. No matter, for was it not Derreck whom was supposed to be Lord, out matching all in votes; Kayrin usurped it from him.” He would shake his head as he looks to Cirimas, thinking for a moment. “I shan’t kill my own kin whom are blinded who to follow; I hope dearly that you feel the same Kayrin. I agree to the triumvirate.”

“Half?” Dranan couldn’t help but to chuckle lightly “You mean majority are sided with I. Nevertheless, I am done playing a game with a fool whom has no army. I only offer this- You, Kayrin Hightower surrender and face the crimes you shall be trialed for. If you are found guilty of such crimes you shall die in Thronn’s Shadow, and if you are able to pass the trial somehow innocent, you may stay in /my/ peoples land.”

[[Very sorry for the long delay.]] “/Adunia/ has been faced with many splits in the past and they are some how able to always emerge back from the edge of defeat. To say it bluntly, our once great nation had the honour of calling itself a nation; now it is no more than your five man army standing inside the walls of Brom’Krah. /Your/ people deserve nothing of independence, nor does mine. You look to your people too highly, we stand weak. Open your eyes, Kayrin. You are lucky the Urguan did not march her armies west on your foolish declarations of independence. You are very right however, it belongs to /Adunians/. Not some horse **** you renamed because you wanted to feel special. You emerged from nothingness; you were not here in the times of need. The few Adunians who truly deserve it are with /me/. Those who served the Elendils since birth. You claimed my brother named you the Lord, yet did no such thing. Your lies have only led you to even more trouble. I will not have a Hightower play as Adunian lord. I will not back down.”

Dranan shakes his head, looking towards Kayrin. “Through this question Kayrin may ‘define’. Respond.”

“Girl,” He says, looking to her coldly. “You do not run this meeting. Cirimas represents I, as Arnorian may represent Kayrin.” He turns his head towards Kayrin, “Your response.”

Dranan would rise from his seat, hopefully along with the other people in the room. [Just to point it out, it is only Dranan, Arnorian, Kayrin, Arial, Edward, and Cirimas in the room currently, other then the Dwarves]. “I thank you for coming, your Grand Majesty.” He would dip his head lightly in respect before returning to his seat. There are spare seats for Wulfgar and whomever joins him. Yet he doesn’t start, until they would be seated.

Shortly after the feast ends, a young guardsmen moves in from the hall doors. He walks over to Dranan’s seat, whispering it him. With a nod, he stands to address the people. “Adunians, Anadunes. Would you all be so kind to exit the hall? Yet do not linger at the doors; for I shall not have that.” As he speaks and the people (hopefully) exit, a bundle of servants and guardsmen come from the back. They begin to rearrange the tables and so forth as the Grand King can be seen in the mere distance. Kayrin, Arnorian, and Arial would be asked to stay inside the hall. Many guards would move down to the bridge to greet the king, lining up on opposite sides across the bridge. The men dig their feet into the ground, lifting their heads. As the Grand King approaches he would see a row of men awaiting him. The first two nearest to the bridge hold the banner of Dranan in hand, and another two up near the hall.

Dranan would raise his hands to motion for silence to refrain from useless bickering. He nods to Edward, then to Cirimas. “Arial shall be permitted to stay once the meeting begins. Bring your people with you to dine for now.” He then begins to walk off with a guard and Cirimas at his side, gesturing them forth. Upon entering, all heads of those inside turn to the hall doors. Each and every man stares towards the group entering, many Adunians moving to another side of the long tables to let Kayrin’s men sit. Only whispers come from the men, no public insults are thrown however. Those who do during the feast shall be flogged.

The man stares at Kayrin for a mere moment, then to the men and women around him. He shakes his head with a sigh as he turns, beginning to walk off to the hall. “Watch em.” As the man enters the hall, Dranan tilts his head to the giant doors. A loud noise arises, the loud music and all. It would seem Kayrin arrived earlier than expected. “What be it?” The man dips his head lightly in respect, placing his hand casually on the hilt of his sword. “Yer Lordship,” He states as everyone feasting turns their eyes on the guard, “Kayrin beh ‘ere.. Wishing yeh tae’ come out.” Dranan would grumble as he arises from his seat, the honorable Belondrid Armas looking to him as he does so. “Call meh if yeh nee’elp t’en, aye?” With a nod of his head, he walks out. Along with the guardsmen, Dranan approaches the group, opening his arms out to them. “Hightower, how glad of you to make it. Your presence is unexpected, however; though we shan’t deny you at this time as we have summoned /you/ here. My men currently feast before the Grand King and his men arrive, your men are free to join you. Yet upon the arrival of his Grand Majesty, all my men and your men shall exit the hall, aye? I do not wish for a meeting that will get us no where, and so no one who we do not require present shall not be inside the hall.” [[Don't think Zezi will respond until tomorrow.]]

As the Kayrin and his followers arrive, the Adunian guardsmen stop them upon crossing the bridge. From the distance, many are held on the walls of Dal Cais, archers and all. Holding a shield in hand, a much nobler looking man approaches the bundle. He squints his eyes at the men, his shield holding the sigil of Dranan. His eyes lock onto the circlet as he speaks. “Yer Kayrin then, eh? Only yeh and Arnorian are permitted to enter amongst yeh lot there, strict orders of his Lordship Dranan Elendil.”

Dranan would remind Kay that the opinion of children does not matter. Until the Douglas children are of age by Douglas tradition (14), he could honestly care less. Dranan would also remind people that this is a roleplay thread, not a thread to post ones personal thoughts and out worthless things through one sentence. If you make an actual post, then that is fine.

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