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From the silent room of the Digmaan-Rassa-Allar Embassy, Cro-Zzhin Yaotl rose from his throne and looked upon the Krallok elders who clung to each other nearby. There was recognition shared within the eyes of the duo before he broke away and began on his way past them. They watched their warlord stride into the games chamber of the interior common room for a moment before following behind. They hobbled forward, flanking his left and right, their puffed up and rotund forms huffing with effort as they moved.
The audience was set, a myriad of commoner Allar made up of supporters and those merely casually visiting. The Hadarian District was exceptionally humid today and the sun was hidden behind an overcast, cloudy sky. The street was packed and lively for a time, up until Cro-Zzhin approached the podium set up before the collection of varying scaled beings. The Digmaan cleared his throat, and stiffened his posture as he addressed them.
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"People of the Empire, Allar of Hadar, upon returning to this most Holy city, Regalia... it has come to my attention the natural progressive nature of my people has faltered in my absence. There are a number of topics I must cover with thee, but I shall remain quick with what I wish to say.
You who have chosen to stand besides each other within Digmaan Cro-Yaotl, I appreciate the efforts you have made to forward our success - for our victories stand for all the people of Hadar. We're here to make a difference, not just for ourselves, but for all Allar back home. However, upon my voyage in return to Regalia it has crossed my attention that... perhaps there wasn't enough. Not enough... incentive? No reason to... Imperialize further? Hold good faith? No... The age old argument of tradition, culture, and keeping our image will always be argued -- however this is a case of diligence.
My prerogative as Digmaan of Yaotl is to grant courage, protection, and leadership to you all. We must restore the progress we made: we moved five steps forward and then two steps back. This is not acceptable, and thusly, changes shall come. The hierarchy of the Digmaan shall be expanded upon, your roles within this society shall be defined - each of you together helping the other, every part to be played must work in conjunction like a fine Qadir machine. More shall come in our own privacy: you, the Allar of Digmaan Yaotl, will receive these changes once they have been settled upon.
Be prepared for our new organization."
His hand was tight, opulently decorated in various rings, claws encased in gold moving as he spoke. Unceasingly passionate about how he felt, the Cro-Allar very rarely swayed, standing tall over the varied crowd of races.
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"This next piece is pertinent to the well-being and safety of the people of Regalia. I care not only for the safety of Allar but for all walks of life loyal to the Empire and the Imperial Spirit. I seek an individual, a deviant amongst the Allar, one who forsakes the Caste System: our age-old rules. He threatens the progress of our people - this individual has no well-known name, but I have reached out to the Inquisition and it shall not be long till they're brought to justice.
This is a warning, not just to the individual criminal, but to any Allar who dare deviate from societal standards set: if you threaten the law of Regalia, our Empire, you will find no mercy by my own hand. I've dealt with enough criminal scum as of recent to find myself giving any charity to their case or reasoning.
Bring crime into the Hadarian District and I shall squash you like the wriggling insect upon society's back that you are."
He slammed his fist into the podium, a sturdy piece of wood, but a great indent was left behind from the Cro-Allar's oversized mitt. He cleared his throat, an eerie reptilian clicking sound forming in the back of his throat which echoed over the masses. His tone was deep and stern, and he wore an unamused visage as he stared onwards over the eyes watching back.
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"Finally, we come to the end. It is with a heavy heart that I tell you that our friend and ally Claude du Pont has left this world. Though he will be missed, his impact in both faith and country shall not be forgotten. He was a major contributor to the growth of this Digmaan, to the District, as was the du Pont family in its entirety.
With their family's departure back to their homelands... I shall be announcing the official and immediate dissolving of our association and part in the Holy League. It was an offer, by friend and allies, to give us a place as a newer recognized nobility in a system new to our kind - a place where we could grow, and give aid. Regrettably that shall come to an end, yet I wish more could have been done.
But I shall not call the venture a waste - it has enlightened me that friendship, alliance, and all mutual relationships can still be obtained. The recent alliance forged with the Alchemia Order is a fine example for progress. This is only the beginning of our story and a formal hand I offer out to anyone who wishes to work together.
I will be reaching out to other Patrician Families and Nobility to find a most... beneficial partnership, something in which will help propel our people forward stage and in turn give back as any mutual prospect is deserving.
Spirit's Blessing to you all..."
Tharoazz of Scribe Al-Allar vigorously marked down the words of the Digmaan, the sun setting lower past the rooftops which surrounded the gathering. Light was fading, and Cro-Zzhin departed from the podium, his words hopefully being heard - he did not care for what they had to say, and he simply returned to his lonely throne.
The audience was set, a myriad of commoner Allar made up of supporters and those merely casually visiting. The Hadarian District was exceptionally humid today and the sun was hidden behind an overcast, cloudy sky. The street was packed and lively for a time, up until Cro-Zzhin approached the podium set up before the collection of varying scaled beings. The Digmaan cleared his throat, and stiffened his posture as he addressed them.
__________________________________________________________________________
"People of the Empire, Allar of Hadar, upon returning to this most Holy city, Regalia... it has come to my attention the natural progressive nature of my people has faltered in my absence. There are a number of topics I must cover with thee, but I shall remain quick with what I wish to say.
You who have chosen to stand besides each other within Digmaan Cro-Yaotl, I appreciate the efforts you have made to forward our success - for our victories stand for all the people of Hadar. We're here to make a difference, not just for ourselves, but for all Allar back home. However, upon my voyage in return to Regalia it has crossed my attention that... perhaps there wasn't enough. Not enough... incentive? No reason to... Imperialize further? Hold good faith? No... The age old argument of tradition, culture, and keeping our image will always be argued -- however this is a case of diligence.
My prerogative as Digmaan of Yaotl is to grant courage, protection, and leadership to you all. We must restore the progress we made: we moved five steps forward and then two steps back. This is not acceptable, and thusly, changes shall come. The hierarchy of the Digmaan shall be expanded upon, your roles within this society shall be defined - each of you together helping the other, every part to be played must work in conjunction like a fine Qadir machine. More shall come in our own privacy: you, the Allar of Digmaan Yaotl, will receive these changes once they have been settled upon.
Be prepared for our new organization."
His hand was tight, opulently decorated in various rings, claws encased in gold moving as he spoke. Unceasingly passionate about how he felt, the Cro-Allar very rarely swayed, standing tall over the varied crowd of races.
__________________________________________________________________________
"This next piece is pertinent to the well-being and safety of the people of Regalia. I care not only for the safety of Allar but for all walks of life loyal to the Empire and the Imperial Spirit. I seek an individual, a deviant amongst the Allar, one who forsakes the Caste System: our age-old rules. He threatens the progress of our people - this individual has no well-known name, but I have reached out to the Inquisition and it shall not be long till they're brought to justice.
This is a warning, not just to the individual criminal, but to any Allar who dare deviate from societal standards set: if you threaten the law of Regalia, our Empire, you will find no mercy by my own hand. I've dealt with enough criminal scum as of recent to find myself giving any charity to their case or reasoning.
Bring crime into the Hadarian District and I shall squash you like the wriggling insect upon society's back that you are."
He slammed his fist into the podium, a sturdy piece of wood, but a great indent was left behind from the Cro-Allar's oversized mitt. He cleared his throat, an eerie reptilian clicking sound forming in the back of his throat which echoed over the masses. His tone was deep and stern, and he wore an unamused visage as he stared onwards over the eyes watching back.
__________________________________________________________________________
"Finally, we come to the end. It is with a heavy heart that I tell you that our friend and ally Claude du Pont has left this world. Though he will be missed, his impact in both faith and country shall not be forgotten. He was a major contributor to the growth of this Digmaan, to the District, as was the du Pont family in its entirety.
With their family's departure back to their homelands... I shall be announcing the official and immediate dissolving of our association and part in the Holy League. It was an offer, by friend and allies, to give us a place as a newer recognized nobility in a system new to our kind - a place where we could grow, and give aid. Regrettably that shall come to an end, yet I wish more could have been done.
But I shall not call the venture a waste - it has enlightened me that friendship, alliance, and all mutual relationships can still be obtained. The recent alliance forged with the Alchemia Order is a fine example for progress. This is only the beginning of our story and a formal hand I offer out to anyone who wishes to work together.
I will be reaching out to other Patrician Families and Nobility to find a most... beneficial partnership, something in which will help propel our people forward stage and in turn give back as any mutual prospect is deserving.
Spirit's Blessing to you all..."
Tharoazz of Scribe Al-Allar vigorously marked down the words of the Digmaan, the sun setting lower past the rooftops which surrounded the gathering. Light was fading, and Cro-Zzhin departed from the podium, his words hopefully being heard - he did not care for what they had to say, and he simply returned to his lonely throne.
In accordance to the proceedings having taken place, all Nobility, Patrician Families,
and commoners alike would possess the ability to view the records of this dictum held by the Digmaan.
@MonMarty @TheLimpet @GoldWolfGaming @WrongChat @JarrettdaCarrot @KBR @Ghirko @Jonificus @Bagley_ @dogbew @SpunSugar @DelendaEst @BullyTheScroofy @Suicidium @Ryciera @Walrusaur_ @Eccetra
and commoners alike would possess the ability to view the records of this dictum held by the Digmaan.
@MonMarty @TheLimpet @GoldWolfGaming @WrongChat @JarrettdaCarrot @KBR @Ghirko @Jonificus @Bagley_ @dogbew @SpunSugar @DelendaEst @BullyTheScroofy @Suicidium @Ryciera @Walrusaur_ @Eccetra
