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((Fixed. Thank yeh.)) Dranan would look over to Elandric, remaining his serious expression. He would stare towards the ale for a brief moment before giving a light sigh, gazing around to the people around him. “If he is wise he will come. No point on standing behind a settlement that can not be defended.” Now looking towards his silver chalice in hand, filled with wine he drops it over the side of his chair. “I wouldn’t get drunk, Elan. Who knows what will happen here..” Raising his hand, he gestures a servant forth to clean the mess.

Silence. Only mere silence as Dranan looked towards his brother, Artorus the third and asked. What he asked could change everything. What Kayrin claimed, Artorus made him the Lord upon leaving. Yet were this true? From the moment Kayrin claimed this, it has been leading up to this one moment. As the brothers simply stared at eachother, Dranan’s piercing eyes locked onto Artorus’ as he awaited the answer. “I named no man my heir.” As he responded a grim smile fell to Dranan, turning his gaze to the people surrounding him. Those he trusted. His people who are willing to die, to fight with sword in hand to their last breath. Rose from his chair, no more than any others who sat amongst him, he spoke. “Sons of Haren, Adunians. Here lies with us my brother, Artorus the third, Son of Lachlan. The last Adunian Lord. Yet was it not Kayrin who claimed he was named the heir? Perhaps the foolish man who lies behind his unfinished walls with an army of three has learned to deceive as Arnorian did!” Laughter is heard around the room as Dranan motions for a young Adunian boy to bring the petition forth. He holds it towards everyone, plain in sight. “Twenty seven. Twenty seven to two. Yet he claims his people, his people wish him to stay.. What people? This petition proves what little he have. Truly, I would have thought this would’ve been harder.” He would then place it onto the table, only to be taken later. “Cirimas, send letters to the Grand King and Kayrin Earendil. We must summon them for a meeting.” Letter to Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe Letter to Kayrin Hightower Sounds of commotion echo from within the ruins of Dal Cais as the Adunians begin erecting a great hall for the gathering. In only a mere few days, In the space known formerly as the ‘Faith Assembly’ now stands a mighty hall hewn of sturdy oak and pine. Upon arrival, one would see the land is guarded by Adunian spearmen. The guardsmen would demand the invitations from those entering the land before allowing them passage to the hall. [This is forum rp and only to those who are invited.]

[Petition signing has ended.]

Dranan would like to remind people that this is a petition not for you to use to ramble at eachother, thank you.

[Petition signing will end the 26th at 6 EST.]

Few Adunian men travel around, offering a petition to every Adunian around. As Adunians line up to sign it, Dranan Elendil gives a speech. "Adunia’s true history and heroes are blinded from common knowledge, and yet those who wish to only glorify themselves take more renown due to their selfishness. Many do not know the history of Arnorian Elendil, or rather ‘Earendil’ as they so dare call themselves. I, Dranan Elendil, the youngest mine son of Lachlan Mor, true heir to the Adunia through tradition ask you, Adunians, shall you stand to those who wish to ruin our name further more? Those who change our culture and traditions, whom now call themselves Anaduni, Shall you bow your head to a man who was yet not satisfied with the hospitality bestowed upon us by the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, and so demanded independence. Yet still, they offered them terms. Disgrace my ancient families name and it’s people who served faithfully throughout the years. Arnorian’s deceit whispers upon one’s ears, his words are meaningless yet like a sorcerer they still believe! Arnorian is he whom lost us the land upon arriving to Anthos, lost us our promised Kingdom. Arnorian is he whom conspired against all crowns, his own and most likely those of other nations! Kayrin changes the names that have been in our history for ages and stolen our ancient relics from my brothers! Circlet of Haren, Durendal, the Coat of Cirimas as well! You may all blame Lachlan for all wicked things that have happened, blame him all you wish. Be blind if you wish. It will get you no where without knowing true history and true meaning he intended in his actions. I am the son of Lachlan Elendil, and I shan’t be ashamed of it! Not raised by my father I am, yet I have enough decency to respect what he has also done for our people! You glorify Hanrahan Brae, who has forced us into rebellion on multiple occasions! Deceived his own lord and kin for the benefit of himself and his lust for power! Where are the true heroes you should look up to? Artorus, Eze’kiel, Edgar, Gavin, Godric, Hanrahan? All those who were loyal to their people. I ask you, Adunians, shall you watch as these crimes they have committed go unpunished? Will you support I, Dranan, true heir to restore our people and our great name, retrieve our relics and actually do something with the land that they so wish to put to waste? Support me, and you shall be rewarded. Oppose me however, and it shall never be forgotten. My kin, those who support a true Adunia, are asked to sign in favor of removing Kayrin Hightower from his tyranny over what remains." As you are handed the petition, you informed to place an X beside whomever you support. [Only Adunians & worshippers of the Three may sign, one day alts shall be ignored.]

#AdunianSupremecy

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Vaerus mumbles to himself while reading. "If only the true heroes received recognition. Although Hanrahan did do many things for Adunia, majority of them have us now hated and will haunt us until the day we die." Godric Armas would spit on the sign as he floats by from the realm of the dead. "Long live Armas, Eagle of all."

Vaerus nods to Rymeul "It is good to see more people see it."

Vaerus chuckles as he reads this, shaking his head. "Another Elendil who is not worthy of being a leader. Silence your mouth, Kayrin, or perhaps fire shall take it."

Vaerus smirks as he listens to Matthew's speach, speaking up afterwards. "And what side do you fight for now, Claxdon?"

Anger hits Vaerus as he reads this, shaking his head with a low growl. "This is why I left you all. You come onto holy lands of the Three and proclaim it is /yours/. Arnorian's deception is still strong, too bad there are few who can see it."

A low growl emits from under Vaerus' breath as he twiddles his thumbs together, speaking aloud to the Adunians. "All men fall, all men die. We had our days of glory, yet also of torment; yet we overcame most in the older days. However, to be fair, I ask that all of you heed the words that come out of my lips at this moment. Adunia is dead. Let her die. Do not try your worthless attempts of reforming it. It had her days and now they shall come to an end. For every time we fall, and try to rise back up; we fall once more, and our reputation only falls with it. I realize that many of us have spent countless years serving it, however all things come to an end. So let it come to an end." He then looks around at them, waiting for any response.

Vaerus Irongut, or rather Douglas for this occasion, enters into the meeting. He would take a seat casually, listening to what they have to say.

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