moali125

Menithrian would comment "Enlightenment deserves a place to be harboured; an entire nation committed to its cause! Not to split the forces of thought throughout the realm, as they've been forced for centuries! If the Headmaster may take part in reception with me, I shall be most honoured to have them. I have a proposition for them."

Menithrian, on the eve of his second ideological exile, leaves to hear of this comment, and smirks. "This be a question that could be answered with an entire book and a plethora of speeches, but I nay have the time or ink to produce such. So, make do with this, friend: Under Oren, Salvus would no longer be, for its independence, neutrality, peace and Enlightenment would be compromised. Then, it'd be another fledging shell to install a regiment, and hold yet another bloated House - vying to flap at its allies to gain a more favoured place in court. But, I respect humanity, and treat Orenians as cousins, all the same. I may not like what my family does, but they still be family; of humanity. I am blessed that Oren has given us the same respect in return; we are much more common than different."

Menithrian chuckles to himself as he finds the parchment slapped onto a totem of a distant inn in the Farlands. "Managed to even get 'ere," he mumbled to himself, eyes widened. A low, steady whistle has his new pet hawk dig his claws on the Consul's wrist, and he breathes in through in his teeth in discomfort. "Still got to train ye, Hawkie," he comments, stroking the birds neck in grace. Menithrian draws a quill and dabs it to his powder pouch then dabs the nib with his spit. He begins to churn out his interest on a torn parchment: I) Full Name: Menithrian II) Any existing ties, worth notice: Consul of the Republic and Chairman of its Hawkers' Club III) Place of origin: The Farlands IV) Intention of desired strand, of the trinity (Arts, music or literature) for specialism: Literature V) Current status of Citizenship (Salvian, or otherwise): Salvian VI) Reasoning in becoming of the Bards: It takes true understanding of your aims to lead with them, and an inherent love for anything cultured. VII) Potential projects you may aspire to do: Many, including a book on the ideology behind our Republic, bard tales, and prints on independent economism. VIII) Does Salvus represent peace, or war? Peace IX) Where is the Republic located, currently? The skirts of Embermoore, and the Forests of Adrallan: to the South. X) Which holds more heavier punishment: Racism or Anti-Enlightenment? Anti-Enlightenment XII) Which body holds highest power within the Republic? Inner Chamber (Council) of the Salvian Authorities. XII) How often may the Curator of the Bards be changed, and what does this coincide with? Every sixteen years, along with the overall Salvian Election period. OOC Section: I) Do you have Skype, for contact and general purposes? If so, what is your Skype name? Yes. moali125 II) Do you have any questions, thoughts or confusions about what the Bards are, or what they do: or even, just wanting to challenge its existence? Nope. Had a big hand in envisioning and creating it. I'm more here to answer absolutely anything to do with the Bards and the Republic, in fact. Let's make this awesome!

On his self-induced ideological exile, this was admittedly the first glint of hope for the Consul of the Republic of Salvus - that Enlightenment is not confined to his creation... its spread is seeing momentum. Encountering the tattered parchment, with scribbles of profanity defacing its title, Menithrian was hesitant to read on; but curiosity bore fruit. Knelt down, he clasped onto his leather mitts by his teeth, flailing about his face like a flag. He drew his parchment, as if it were a shield, and quill as if it were his sword, and wrote the following memorandum: "It has been near a year of wondering, where I'd near lost hope. A band of Enlightened donning themselves as 'The Equalists' prove much to me - an Intelligentsia exists past the confines of Fendrica. Their needs are to end the war, and bring a peace in its place... as I do. Actually, the Republic could do with them all - troops of our Ideological conquest. The Equalist Battalion of the Salvian Bards... they have a dedicated folk for 'growing and maintaining crops'; what a waste of thinkers! Nay, they must all think - we will give them their shelter, their food, their Minae, and their status. They give us their pure thought, as Bards. It is unfortunate that their current... arrangement suggests their freedom: they're set up as if they be a nation! Well, we have a Sentinel of our own, of our Republic's Peacekeepers. Our masons serve as ample 'Builders', whilst any well-read Salvian is a diplomat to the place. How I see it... The Equalists sound much like Salvians who haven't yet become so, in name! Now, to find their leader..." He closes his eyes for a while.. then - in frenzy - scribbles all over the profanity, to replace such insolence with his own message on the parchment: "Salvus is with you, M." He then hastens in clothing himself then walks away from the incident, toward the searing Farlands of the distance north.

Viva Salvana, friend!