WuHanXianShi14

Has it ever occured to you that we all TRIED to live in Malinor, and were driven away? I did, I STILL spend alot of time in Malinor, but the same symptoms make it a place impossible to live in.

Actually, contrary to popular belief I do not start fights, I don't back down when they're started. Infact, last time someone tried to lynch me in oren I was simply looking for YOU. No trouble, no crazy criminal acts or whichever rumors people have spread about me lately...

People see reformers like me, Ebs, Vanir, Mr. Treemail as troublemakers, disturbers of the peace. If you support the high council, although I cannot see why you would, please argue your point respectively, instead of trying to tarnish the reputation and personal history of your opponents in debate.

This is addressed to all on the opposite side of the reform movement.

And yes, Im kastorian now, because like so many others, I was driven away from Malinor, by the council, the sentinels, the malins. The same qualms brought up by the founders of darkhaven.

Art frowns at urasept.

"Frankly, I, along with many other citizens can testify for Ebs claims. Especially the accounts of sentinel brutality, in which I've personally expierienced many cases in which myself and many familiars of mine were made victims, even with active proof we had committed no crimes.

Our petition, bearing the names of close to twenty citizens of malinor, was simply shut down bu Kolyat and his pet high commander. No logic, no law, he simply shut us down because he decided he didn't like people who dared to speak out against his cronies.

So...To the one known as Urasept. I'd ask you not to deny that which most of us have expierienced first hand."

((Done on my phone, sorry for bad spelling and grammar and such.))

Artimec also begins coughing.

I've *cough* tried. But the *cough* high council *cough* seems to not *cough* care about the will of *cough* it's citizens.

*cough, hack* We had over fifteen *cough* signatures.

Art coughs, containing his anger.

"Right, continue to appoint your corrupted friends with no say from the people. Very nice, PRINCESS Titania."

He promptly posts his message of "hate and disdain."

"As tempting as it is. Ill have to say violence is not the an"swer if we want the high council gone

Art laughs seemingly enthusiatically, but truthfully with a dark undertone.

"I just LOVE how our leaders are appointed for us, and not by us...Its ok. We the citizens didn't want a say anyways."

Why is malinor a police state where the high council tears down any posters preaching change and free speech?

UNABLE TO TOUCH THE WHITE ROSE.

Valah commit outright genocide, block us from our homelands and the high council still lives in the delusion that there is still some semblance of a treaty.

Yet another reason kolyat must go.

Artimec angrily pins up his note.

Art scribbles up a quick note.

The roses are advancing. They block off all our roads. Get your shite together or disband and let the competent mali take over. Other than that, I refer you to Mr. Treemail's words.

Artimec quickly writes up a notice to Enyahs.

"If you wish to meet with the Othelu. Kastoria will be the place, providing the two others agree. I'm loath to enter the northern lands as I do not trust malinor, nor the roses /lovely/ new checkpoints.

Find the blue and gold capped towers. And don't fret over your safety, I personally will be honour bound not to attack you within the halls of my guild, and my men will stop any other assailent of guests."

-Art

Art chuckles scribbling up his own contribution.

Idea 11: Make yourself some comfy malin pajamas with all those useless sheets of fluffy paper! Warning, pajamas will be worth absolutely nothing.

Artimec grins wildly, very pleased.

"Looks like all that lobbying and petitioning and being beaten black-and-blue for having the AUDACITY to speak freely is paying off."

He quickly takes out a lengthy parchment, and begins to carefully write something down.

I myself, like many other citizens find this situation to be frustrating at best. Our leaders care nothing for us, they're perfectly content to ignore us! How many times have I approached our oh-so-esteemed high prince, with the wills of so many malinorian citizens on paper, only to have him deny everything, simply because he can?

This letter speaks true, there is no opportunity in Malinor, a third of it's citizens, including the good prince, and favourite of the people, Prince Khel, have been all but driven off, Oren blocks off our roads and the high council sits comfortably in their hall, thinking if they do nothing for long enough, maybe the problems will go away.

We are not free to speak as we will.

We are not free to act as we will.

We are expected to sit helpless while foreign forces encroach on us.

We are expected to comply with the council's absurd idea of an economy.

This is the time for change.

Artimec quickly takes his poster to his friends, quickly getting them duplicated, now they hang in various places throughout malinor.

I've seen alot of Adunians in Kastoria, I'm wondering if that's becoming something of a home for them?

Also, seeing as Adunian blood get's diluted when mating with humans, are there any purity obsessed Adunians, much like with the high elves?

Artimec laughs as he reads thep poster, satisfied with its words.

"I've half a mind to muster the mageshields and maybe even the delvers to rally and burn this bridge down. But I'll wait, for now."

Artimec nails a new message into the wall, under the first one.

"You do not know who you've angered roses, people who when formed into an alliance could make your order look like a group of younglings swinging wooden sticks. Death, illness, and disease indeed, remove the bridge or face the consequences"

Art sits atop the Delver's grand new castle in Kastoria. Smiling to himself.

"People are leaving Malinor. They see now. They see all the corruption. Soon all of us will be forced away by the corruption within the Sentinels and the High councils, and they will be forced to step down, for what is a tyrant without their minions?"

*A note is posted in front of the doorway heading to Mageshield quarters.

"Regarding Uniforms.

Uniforms shall be mandatory to a degree. When off duty or away on non-Delver business outside of our base, you may wear whatever you wish. However, when on duty, or in the Delver's base, you are required to don your uniforms. 

I'd shouldn't like to force this upon the entire mageshield force, as I have seen many of you who prefer your civilians attire, but we have an appearance to keep up, so I ask this of my fighters.

-High Mageshield Art."

((same conditions))

 

Laila had been visiting her friend and sentinel when she saw the note. She sighs and nods. She writes a small note and adds it to the others.

 

"I have had no issues with Lyweneth. She was the only one who got things done. It is sad to see the high council is part of the reason I had left. Not only have the sentinels failed at catching and arresting someone for attempted murder, but also judgement had been poorly placed by the so called 'judges'. I have left Malinor and the Sentinels for it was unsafe with the conditions they were in prior. If things could change for the better, not just in the sentinels, then maybe the former medic will return. Maybe. As of now, I am resting comfortably in another land, happy with my baby boy and my husband-to-be."

 

She does not bother signing as she knows they will know who it is. She smiles softly as she posts the note and heads back home.

((That letter was left at Ocea's front porch in a sealed envelope, I don't you would have read it.))

((Im assuming they were posted in the area civilians were permitted, if I'm wrong let me know and I'll delete this.))

Artimec quickly reads the message, managing to contain his elation. He quickly begins writings onto a piece of parchment.

"Good prince. You speak the words many of us have been beaten black and blue for daring to utter. I fully support reform within the sentinels, and if I may, offer some corrupted names. Most notable:

Lynweneth Vithsil. Gladewatcher. Quite possibly the source of your corruption. She has personally admitted to me as being nothing more than a common thug. Her solution to all she deems "crimes" is a savage display of violence, she does not protect citizens. She terrorizes them.

Furthermore, she has displayed open insubordination to her superiors, namely former warden Bloodseeker, and Prince Khel.

To the high council, I recommend her expulsion from the Sentinels.

--High Mageshield Art."

Artimec quickly folds up the letter and slides into an envelope, leaving it under the doorstop at Warwick Manor.

Artimec sighs wearily as he collaspes another mound of sand.

"Y'know Seyer, I could use home help. It's hard enough with the mages..."

Artimec curses as the supports he put up show more strain.

"I'd gladly serve the delvers, but I wasn't built for this."

Artimec pins up his own opinion to the ever growing board.

"They cannot seriously expect us to isolate our economy like this. Other lands sell things malinor does not. Things we need. Paying us in a currency restricted to our lands completely contradicts the open foreign relation policy the high council has drilled in."

Artimec leaves his note unsigned, instead writing:

A toiler of the work force.

Artimec grimaces as another pickaxes shatters against the stone wall face. He tosses the hilt into an ever growing pile of broken tools.

"Give it another /age/ or so...Sooner or later we WILL have fine room and board for our Mageshields."

Artimec walks around malinor, his scowl deepening with every poster in sight.

"Our protectors. Sentinels protect us like malin cleans my boots. How many citizens have they brutalized? Injured beyond repair, how many have they killed, solely to satisfy their need for authority? How often do they "enforce" laws that don't exist? That /shouldn't/ exist? Aislinn my llir, I'm going to disagree with you on this one."

Artimec pulls a hood over his head. Produceling a quill with bright red ink, over every poster writing words bright and clear.

Beware: Corrupt and failing.

Word of Sancor's death took little enough time to reach the ears of those who wanted to hear... A bitter looking elf leans under the shade of a great tree, an ornate bow grasped ever tightly in his arm. Ever resistant.

"Vanay Sancor, we were much alike. However...I am not as forgiving as you."

The elf holsters his bow, walking off into the shade with a renewed purpose.

*Artimec scowls as the passes the list reading each name one by one.*

...Half of these people have broken more laws than they've upheld...

*Artimec otherwise emotionlessly strolls off, jotting something down into a notebook.