Declaration of Candidacy, Adria, 1693
Belvitz’ Firstlight Tavern, Circa 1692
Darius took a long gulp of his Black™ before climbing atop of the bench that he was previously sat on within Belvitz’ Firstlight Tavern. He peered down to his wedding ring, sighing slightly before looking back up once more - clearing his throat and raising a hand to silence the tavern as they gave him the attention that he rightfully deserves.
“Comrades o’Belvitz..” he begins, grinning as he looks around the room
“I suspect that most o’youse know me by now; though if youse do nae then allow me t’introduce m’self as Darius Ault, Maer o’this beautiful, n’successful town that we drink in t’day. Whilst I ‘av been ‘ere, servin’ as your Maer, I ‘av lent a ‘eavy ‘and in t’revival o’t’town - bringing new homes t’folks comin’ in, recreatin’ n’reintroducin’ a fair tax system t’the Duchy - a system allowin’ us t’fund initiatives such as t’mines, t’library, n’possibly t’most important o’all - t’Adrian Ducal Retinue.” Darius motions to the table of uniformed ADR guards sat within the tavern.
“Our Duchy’s guards ‘av been workin’ tremendously ‘ard recently, bringing t’guard back from t’state that it were under folk that neglected it - allowing groups such as t’slavers o’Krugmar t’run rampant.”
“Hard workin’ soldiers, like t’men within this very tavern drinkin’ wit’ us today, that dedicate ‘emselves, and are ambitious enough t’rise through the ranks t’become Officers should be favoured over those tha’ are awarded Knighthood through their family’s fortune n’success; for I’d rather take one o’our self-made men than five o’t’noble’s entitled Knights! Make Knighthood mean somert; n’award it t’those that truly deserve it - nae t’those born int’ it!” “Trust me t’represent youse in parliament under t’Aurelian Party, as I do already within Belvitz. In return, youse will see yerselves represented on a scale tha’ t’current Prefect - Antanios Rutledge - is nae capable o’, n’will see an even greater rate o’success than we ‘av already seen in t’last few years within our town!” “If t’people youse trust t’protect youse trust me t’represent ‘em, then wha’ does that say?”
“An Empire for t’people, by t’people!“ Maer Darius declares patriotically, raising his tankard of Black™ to the other individuals within the tavern.
~ Maer Darius Ault of Belvitz
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