Dromui

I don't think it's a bad idea. Personally my character wouldn't really join a protagonist group just to fight an antagonist. I spent a good amount of time fighting some Harbinger's on my own, and not doing too bad. If the antagonist is something that can be defeated without some crazy Op stuff, then I feel like the need for a protagonist isn't really there. Though putting a protagonist into play, allowing the common Joe Rp'er to either join up and have fun, or just stick to his/her/it's tavern and just hang out, is also really great because it's not forcing anyone to do anything. It can be successful if done right, if not, it'll just be bothersome. I can dig it though.

After a long journey for the Ranger, Azel travels tirelessly through the night, hoping to reach home to his pregnant wife and friends. As he moves, cloak wrapped tightly around his thin frame, he stops suddenly beneath a large oak tree. He raises a hand and steadies himself at the sight of this new home for Mali'ker, the only thing keeping the stunned Elf up being his calloused hand against the gnarled bark of the old tree. He lowers his cloak and his long, thick white hair falls down and is blown backward from his face by the sudden gust of wind. Burning lavender orbs stare at the walls being built, at the figures around the walls, and the hastily constructed gate, taking it all in. After many minutes of silence, he lets out a breath he was unaware was being held in and pulls the hood of his green cloak back up. Silently he pulls the travel worn cloak about his thin frame once more and continues off in the direction of his home. After many more hours of travel, he sits down and begins to write in his traveling journal. At one point in time, I truly believed in the unification of all Mali'ker under a single banner. I fought and worked tirelessly for years to do such a thing, I created a beautiful home in a wild land for my fellow Elves. It was taken and corrupted by my kin, turned into a place of hatred and racism. It was led by Kaldo, an interesting Elf to say the least, weakened beyond belief by his self confidence and belief in ability, but still a strong and respectable Mali. I find it most ironic that as we Mali find the need to separate ourselves from the humans whom also call this world a home, from the orcs who live as savages, and the dwarves, creators of beautiful crafts who call the mountains, the hills, and underground their home. But us Mali, we are driven by the need to be separated, driven by the need to segregate ourselves so we can continue to feel superior, but as we do so, we become more and more like the others we try so hard to differentiate ourselves from. We can say we are superior, try our hardest to act it, and treat the other races of this world as if they are below us, but it won't change we are much like them. We Mali are different than the others, but in no way better, and yet here we are, separating ourselves. First we removed ourselves from the other, and now, we Mali'ker, remove ourselves from our kin the Mali'ame and Mali'aheral... When will we realize that this is only tearing us down and making us as a species weaker than our fellow inhabitants of this realm. Not soon enough I fear, and eventually, only few of us will remain until eventual extinction. I cannot allow this, I must stop it and unite our people once more, I need to find help. ~Azel Bloodseeker With that, he returns the journal to his pack and makes camp for the night, far from the walls of the new Mali'ker settlement, far from civilization, and far from the weakening of his people.

To be honest, I have no idea what they do... I kinda just see them flying about at random, taking pictures though, I think.

(( Wish I was there, beheading a Harbinger would of been fun. ))

Azel wanders down various streets, stretching through various nations day in and day out, having left Darkhaven and Leanniel many days ago. Unsure of where was anymore, he rubs his hands against the cold, doing his best to keep the icy chill from sinking past his green cloak and hooded head. Eventually he wanders upon a lone home, blood soaked with a single symbol upon it. Silently the Mali'ker Ranger sinks into a nearby shadow beneath a tree, staring at the home and studying the dark scene. "Hmmm...."

mc name: Drone414 Race: Dark Elf - Mali'ker Character age: 217 Physical description: He is 5'11, with lavender eyes and long white hair. He wears a brown tunic, with gray sleeves down to his elbow. At his elbow is a beige strip which below, is dark brown gloves. At the edge of his dark brown tunic is chainmail and beneath that is a light brown pair of pants. His boots are also dark brown and the same shade as his gloves and tunic. He wears a scimitar at each side and a long sword at each side. Skin: http://i.imgur.com/dQZw1Et.png?1?9038 (Sorry for link, only way I can get it on here) And any other refrences you can link me.

From outside of Lenniel, Azel, the Mali'ker ranger, heard the clash of steel, the calls of people, and the obvious sounds of battle drift through the night sky, breaking the silence he had enjoyed. As he followed the sounds, it all eventually came back to silence as he entered into the city, finding that a fight had indeed occurred, but he had been late to such a scene. In the distance he watched as the large Dreadlord carried the figure of Cordal. Silently Azel followed through the wilderness, not nearing as he was unsure of what to expect from such formidable foes. Eventually, he found himself outside of where Malinor once was, sitting in a large tree and following the path the two had taken with his eyes until he once again found them. Azel stared in disbelief as the Dreadlord through the Dread Knight that was Cordal into the lava, his form melting away into nothing. watching over the girl as she sat alone, taking up the job that the late Cordal had once filled, keeping an eye on the younAs he further studied the scene, he saw a lone figure, Lilith, sitting alone beneath a tree. Unsure of what to do, he simply drew his bow and sat in the tree, watching over Lilith silently. (( I cried. ))

Azel receives one such post and reads it over, twice, absorbing all the information included within the poster. Memories of various battles with the Blackmont's as well as the Rose flash through his mind and he frowns. Considering the many Elves that fought and died beside him, and not one of the names of either Kalameet or Eldaron in such battles. As he continues to think, memories of his own march on Malinor with thousands of troops and many other allies at his back. Back then he offered his aid to Malinor, even if they turned him away and yet, these bull-headed Mali would rather spill their own people's blood for the sake of power. He shakes his head, saddened by the turn of events. "It seems to me that neither of these Elves, either Kalameet or Eldaron truly have any idea what they are doing. Starting a civil war is not the way at all... I stand beside my Prince's decision to join these fools, the Conclave, but they are nothing but warmongering fools indeed." Azel folds the note in half, slipping it into his pack and searching for his own allies, aiming to gather them for his own reasons.

(( I actually want to reply to this, but I'm confused by all the random and relatively stupid Snow Elf comments...? ))

Azel Bloodseeker looked around the square from his horse before dropping down, his eyes searching the faces of those that had gathered as well as looking for the changes that have occurred during his absence. He noticed Goroth turn away and walk off through the rain, not at all surprised by his reaction, considering before his leaving the two had a rocky relationship, at best. Finally, after looking around for a moment or so, in silence, Azel turns towards his daughter and pats her head. He grins down at her, not at all surprised that the girl who was very young at the time of living in the area, back in the past. "Calm yourself little Resia, this is our new home, it is Darkhaven, and this..." Azel looks to Laila, "Is my wife, her name is Laila, and you can call her mother from now on if you wish." Azel turns away from his daughter and looks to Laila. "It is good to see you love, I assume that everything has changed since my absence." Azel laughs softly and steps forward to Laila, embracing her in a hug. "It is good to see you after such a long time, I have missed you, I have missed my many friends, and I have missed Darkhaven. I see that..." Azel looks around once again. "It has seemed to of taken steps backward, considering there are no longer walls, or guards.... Nor does it seem as quaint or accepting..." Azel releases Laila and steps back, patting the horse that had brought him there. "How is everyone? Are any of my allies, my comrades and my friends still alive?"

Posters hang all through the city of Darkhaven and even through Malinor. "Brother and sister Mali, it has become clear to me I am not fit to rule, nor lead a group to abolish the corrupt government that is the High Council. I am no more than a boy with big dreams. Many have come to call me Patron, master, liege, or even leader, but when I look at myself, I do not see that. I see a boy that wishes change and not the slightest idea how to undergo it without any outside help. Polgrath, Mindlord Polgrath has shown that he is better suited to rule then I. Leader of powerful guild, as well as a wise Elf, I see no one better suited than my brother Khel Oussana, who cares as little for the throne as I. If you do not see this way, walk past this poster and do not remove it. For this is my way of saying, I am not ready for this position, nor will I ever be ready for this position. I do not commit treason through this poster, nor do I break any other laws. All I ask, is upon choosing who is best to lead Malinor, you choose Polgrath Klaren. A Dark Elvish High Prince would do our government well, no matter how any High Elf sees it. Thank you for your time and thank you for allowing me to take part in Malinor's actions." The note is signed: Azel Bloodseeker Azel himself could have been seen handing these out, as well as posting them. Upon finishing, he heads out of Malinor and off to the south. (( Not my goodbye post, I will be making an epic LotC leaving post soon enough. Until then, this should do. ))

A long figure walks through the Malinor square, an all black tunic and black pants, silver and gray padding for armor sits atop his shoulder, and wrists. A crimson red cloak seems to float around his form, never touching him or the floor, but it covers him completely. His hood is up and a mask is thrown over half of his face, an eye patch over another eye. He smiles as he reads the names before taking out his own sheet of paper and a small piece of charcoal. He begins to write fluently and easily, beautiful script the result. "Mindlord Polgrath, an illusionist of great skill and a Mali of extreme of intelligence. The dead support his claim to Malinor."

(( Has my support )) Gemmylou Forum Moderator Comment Please can we keep posts like this to a minimum in an RP Thread. It clogs up posts and can be seen as pointless. Thank you :)

(( Sorry for OoC, but Azel Bloodseeker is no longer leading the movement. Due to my banning I am taking off, but the movement of Darkhaven has not stopped with my leaving. ))

Azel nods in thanks, smiling and looking back to the Elves of the square.

"I have already sent in a time for a meeting. I wish an open, public meeting, for all Mali to join in. When you are ready to do so Master, just give me the word." Azel grins

Azel stands beside the Mindlord, a smile written across his grey face. He looks to each and every dwarf, respect clear and what looks like awe in his eyes. He steps forward, bowing low before the king, and any and all Dwarves beside or behind him. "Good king Omitheil, I am Azel Bloodseeker, the Patron of Darkhaven. For nearly two years we have been allies. Two years of prosperity for our people might I add. I have sworn my people's blades to aid you, and I still uphold that oath today. The removal of the High Council from Malinor is also my goal, I myself, Azel Bloodseeker have many allies that support me in taking the title of High Prince and strengthening Malinor. In doing this, I can reform the government as you and Oren ask, I can replace the High Council, as you and Oren ask.... So, I ask, and plead of you... Will you support my claim to the title and placement of High Prince of Malinor? By me taking the throne, no one, I mean no one will die, and no blood will be spilled. There is no reason to sully the magnificent Dwarfish weapons with Elvish blood. I say you allow me the chance to take Malinor, support me, aid me, and this can even more better our relationship. I would be able to send troops to aid in the war with the Uruk's." Azel steps back, bowing once more to the king.

(( Lol, guys, keep it IC. ))

(( If I may ask, as an ally to the Dwarves and the Elf aiming to take over Malinor, would Azel Bloodseeker (my character) have been invited to this? I Rp'ly sent a letter to the king a couple days ago with details on the situation... So maybe that would have given him a reason to invite Azel. ))

Azel looks to Urasept, a smile remains on his face. "Urasept, I am not spitting treason. The acts of the High Council and yourself are filled with treason. Many wish to see your and the Council removed from Malinor. But you are all so intent on keeping your power, caught up in your greed and corruption. It is a sickening sight to see in my fellow Mali. What makes it worse, is it is in my mentor, my master, Urasept the Butcher. I only pray you and your colleagues will see the error of your ways and hand over control of Malinor to wiser, stronger Elves." Azel's smile is one of sadness, not anger.

"If the High Council chooses to hide away, I will tell Godfrey and the Dwarven king they do not have the balls to come out in the face of reformation. I will stand now, with my supporters, my friends, my family, and my allies, ready to take control of Malinor to better all of the Elves. To strengthen us in this hardship, to return to peace, while still remaining powerful. If they so choose not to come out, then we will go to them." Azel grins