Dromui

Azel smiles "I do not wish to attack, I would rather remain peaceful... Let us pray the High Council sees the same as I do."

Skale stands, taking Eluana with him. "Come my dear Luna... We will go warm you up in the tavern." He smiles and plants a friendly kiss on her forehead. "We must get you out of the rain, somewhere of peace and quiet." He looks to Azel, and the two nod to one another simultaneously before picking their way down the small mountain together.

Azel already nearby, approaches Urasept at hearing his words and looks to the dwarf. "Greetings fair Dwarf, I am Azel Bloodseeker, Patron of Darkhaven and dwarf friend to many of your hold." He smiles and turns to Urasept, studying him before looking back to the Dwarf. "As I have been made aware of, many in Oren wish to see the Council removed. If that is the case with the Dwarves as well, do not fret. My forces and I have made a play on Malinor and plan to speak openly and directly to the council. Please make the good king aware that I wish him to be there, to see his allies take control and better Malinor." Azel smiles and bows to the dwarf

Skale holds her close, unable to stop the tears, his rocking a slow and steady pace. "Eluana... Stay with me okay? This won't change anything... Kiri will be back, nothing will change... We are all still here for you. Your friends, your family, we all are." His voice shakes as he speaks, and he cannot help but hug her in a closer, tighter hug. "Skale is here... I brought carrots too." ~ Azel stares up at the sky, rain beginning to fall against his face. "I will make this right... I will make Darkhaven stronger... I will defend those close to me... No more will I lose those I care about." He turns back to the grave and allows the rain to wash away his tears.

Skale charges through the gates, letter in hand. It took him nearly all day, but he made it. His black coat hangs heavily around him and his white paints are soaked with sweat. He races through the small village, looking for Luna, unable to let her face this alone any longer. When he finally found her, he himself cried. His red eyes dripped tears as he slowly approached, unable to believe the child he called a niece had passed and he was not around. Once arriving beside her, he falls to his knees, grasping Eluana and rocking her back and forth in his arms. His tears fall onto her head. Unable to speak, he just whimpers, denying the truth of it all, His red hair, now long and unkempt, blocks his face from view but that tears soak through. "Luna.... I- I'm so s-sorry..." He stutters out, pain evident in his already weakened voice. He removes his coat and wraps it around Eluana, to keep her warm. "I... I... I will make this right... The monks... I can contact a monk. I won't let her die, no Eluana... Never..." He holds her close, unable to let go. ~ Azel Bloodseeker watches his brother run by, confused by his sudden appearance. Once he notices what has happened, he approaches, standing at the edge of the grave in deathly silence. He reaches into his pack and pull an amulet, an amulet that belonged to Dante Drake, his brother and best friend, and he drops it onto the grave. He bows his head, sending a prayer to the gods for her safety, and a promise to whatever dark god that took her, that he will find and destroy him or her. Tears roll down the Dark Elf's face.

Azel smiles "If a Mali'ker was voted in, it would be interesting. No Mali'ker have taken the position of High Prince or Princess from what I know."

"As Vanir has stated, we have already been working on a government that will equally and properly represent all Mali of Malinor. IF another is chosen for High Prince or Princess then so be it. It is not my job to force myself upon the nation of Malinor, but to do what its citizens and past council has failed to do. Defend it."

"Yes Ebs, I agree with you one hundred percent. I know Darkhaven cannot stand before the others that wish to destroy Malinor, but I wish to show we will fight and die if it comes to that. That is not what I wish for though. I come in not to take over, but to show the Mali of Malinor that there are others among them and outside of Malinor that can fill the roles needed within the High Council. I seek a meeting with the High Council, the cowards that hide away or flee to die another day. If they do not come forth, I say the Elves of Malinor and Darkhaven vote for a new High Prince or Princess, and then Elves to sit with him or her on the council. Otherwise Malinor will not change, and we will be crushed."

After a few more moments of silence, Azel Bloodseeker reaches into his pack and pulls out a post. "While I was traveling the lands of Oren, I found this. It is a notice of open warfare with Malinor for our old, foolish High Councils actions. I sent a letter to the good Emperor Godfrey in hopes of stopping the attack. I wish to see the High Council, to convince them to step down and allow other Elves to take their place. The Humans and Dwarves wish to see the High Council gone, allow me to do it. Allow me to raise other Elves to their positions. Wise, strong, caring, smart, beautiful Elves that will make us the nation we once were! Please allow me citizens of Malinor!" Azel cries out these words to those in the square, it sounding as if he was begging, no pleading for them to allow him in with Darkhaven.

Azel smiles and bows. "Thank you Vanir, most honored and respected Elf before me."

As Azel Bloodseeker, Patron of Darkhaven travels through Oren's lands, he sees such a poster. He reads it, his expression turning from one of his usual stoic attitude, to a grim, dark expression. He gently takes one of the posters and slips it into his pack before turning back to the West and heading to his village home. Upon return, he finds his finest parchment as well as his finest, most expensive ink. He dips his quill into the ink and begins to write. "Dear Powerful and Honorable Emperor Godfrey, My name is Azel Bloodseeker, and I am the Patron of a small Elvish village compared to the Holy Oren Empire known as Darkhaven. Many years ago we met in the streets of your fine city, your left hand Lion at your side, I wished you good travels and a fine night. You returned to me and we spoke, you complimented me in a way I thought I would never expect from one so respectable as yourself. You told me I was not like my brethren, you told me I was well dressed and not as bad as other Mali. It took all these years for me to realize how far down the Mali have sunk, they are no more than barbarians it seems. But it is not their fault, it is the fault of the High Council. The fools Kolyat, Titania, Isiack, Emberhard, they have all failed Malinor and caused problems for both of our people, but have hope and please, please, I beg of you, please call of this war. Please hold back the families of Oren that wish to crush Malinor. I have a plan that can stop the obliteration of the Elvish people and not bloody the blades of any of your warriors. I have already made my attempt of power in Malinor. I have already went in and tried to gain control, and many follow me. I wish to take Malinor in a peaceful manor, throw out the old, corrupt High Council. If you so wish, I will send them to Oren to receive proper punishment for their foolish actions if I can take control of Malinor. Hold back the sea of Humans, the sea that will wash away Malinor in only a matter of days. Allow me this chance, oh powerful and respectable Godfrey. Allow me the chance to cleanse Malinor and return it to its days of peace, strength, and not so treacherous actions." Patron of Darkhaven, Azel Bloodseer Two copies of the letter are sent, one by bird and the other by courier.

"That is why I have attempted to take peaceful control. If I can gain it, I can speak with the families of Oren and the Dwarves. With the High Council's surrender and my taking control, along with other, wiser and strong Elves to aid me, we can make peace. We can return to our old ways of peace, and at the same time have a strong enough force to defend us. All I ask for is support from my fellow Mali."

Azel nods to both of the Elves, a smile on his face. "It is good to hear I am supported from both the Dark Elvish and Wood Elvish people. What of the High Elves? Will they stand with me in the face of extinction? How long will they have if we are crushed and they only have their walls as a defense? Not very long, I can tell anyone that without a shadow of a doubt. My alliance with the Dwarves, Khel's ties to The Rose, and my fiancee's ties to Salvus should stop any form of war from starting. If Malinor can show we stand together in the face of persecution and possible destruction, they may think twice on attacking."

Azel studies and reads the poster in silence.

Azel smiles and holds up the letter he received from the Mindlord "Your leader supports me Artimec."

Azel sighs and turns away from Sindarin, turning to Ebs. "I have scheduled a meeting with the High Council to discuss my entering into Malinor. It is their weakness that has put us into this position, I am praying they will at least allow me to try to change things. If not, then when war comes, we will send our troops and aid in its defense the best we can."

Name: Azel Bloodseeker Race: Dark Elf/Mali'ker/Drow Time: Preferred around 6-7:00 PM EST any day. It would be nice to do within the next week. Just PM me when able.

Azel looks to Meta and sighs. "For one so bright, you deny each and every word I say as a reach for glory and power. It saddens me to see you this way Meta." Azel turns to Sindarin. "Sadly, I do not listen to the words of one or two Mali. Many support Darkhaven coming to Malinor. If one or two do not wish it, that means little when one hundred or more do. Malinor is weak with the leaving of the High Council, and there have been several unsuccessful grabs for power. I have already made it known to Malinor I have a force that can defend it, and I already have made it know if Darkhaven does come into the picture, Malinor would not be attacked due to the ties and alliances I have with its enemies. If you so wish to fall, that is your own unintelligent ideas. But I, no, Darkhaven, will not stand by and watch our brother and sister Mali fall to our enemies."

Azel approaches the post, slapping his own letter down. "Elphaba, recently I brought my forces and have sworn to aid, and lead Malinor out of its hard times. If you wish, you may speak with me, considering many have already joined my cause. As of now, most if not all of Malinor is with me, you may join, or you may not, it is your own choice. Soon I will bring all of my troops and take a more permanent position in the government, forming peace with our 'enemies.' So, send for me if you wish to speak."

Azel sends Artimec and invitation to something already going on in Malinor. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84172-an-attempt-of-law-in-chaos/

(( We may be taking Malinor soon, so that's all good too~ Thanks Ivan~ ))

Azel smiles at Meta, not flinching, no anger or regret, no negative emotion but respect and love in his eyes. Azel reaches down to grasp Meta's blade and lift it to hand it to him. In the process of reaching for it he begins to speak. "Meta, only recently have my brother Khel and I left Malinor in search of a new homeland, a place all mali could be free from the older, weaker High Council. We found it, we worked, we even fought the beasts of the wood away so we could establish a small foothold for a home for all mali refugees. Many came to me, hearing my name through word of mouth, Azel Bloodseeker, Patron of Darkhaven, open armed and open to refugees. I do not come to take Malinor by force, nor do I come to start open war with Oren or the Dwarves. As my beautiful fiancee has said, she has ties with Salvus and a certain family, threatening to destroy Malinor owes her very much for saving the Lord's wife. I am allies with the king, and dwarf friend to many of the hold. Khel also holds much respect in the humans, and I can tell you how I know. The Rose has not opened war with us, and Darkhaven is mainly Dark Elvish." Azel sighs and grasps the hilt, beginning to rise and hand the blade to Meta in a gesture of friendship. At the same time, he swats the tomato away. "If you so wish not to join Darkhaven, and I am speak to all mali, that is your choice. I only come to offer a chance, a peaceful declaration that we wish to aid Malinor. If Darkhaven is allowed in, we may be able to stop all of the incoming attacks by this action. This is Malinor's only chance. Anyone, human, dwarf, even goblin could see this." Azel straightens, holding the blade out to Meta, his lavender eyes gazing into his friends. "Why don't you, and the rest of Malinor see this as the truth?"

(( Your name was put on because I wanted to see how many people would accept you. IN all honesty, Goroth was going to, and get the position no matter what. ))

Azel looks up and smiles to Goroth and then does the same to Isha. "We will not attack Malinor, I only brought my forces to show Malinor how strong Darkhaven truly is. That we are armed and ready to fight off any forms of attack if we must, no matter who or what." Azel holds his hand up and holds it out to Goroth. "It is good to see you once more though~" Azel turns back to the people, a smile written plainly on his face. "Elves of Malinor, if you accept Darkhaven into your nation, my first order of business will be removing the infernal Malin's, if they still are the currency. Next of course will be the forming of a proper guard, and maybe even military depending on what occurs, for I do not want to break the peace we have with Oren. We must ready ourselves though, we must have a defense against enemies, unless we wish to fall against them. In addition, new members of the High Council should be inducted soon, and if Darkhaven is accepted, I know the three Elves that could do it, and further strengthen this nation."