02-04-2016, 04:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2016, 04:28 PM by HeadHoncho.)
GN-DW
King Oban,
I suspect your efforts to hector and shame your fellow rulers, all of whom have their own individual motivations, will meet with as much success as your own campaign thus far, which is to say, not much.
You are correct that in a year's time, the final festival will be held, and someone will be elected to lead the land for the next season of time, however long that season lasts until the struggle emerges again.
In terms of who that leader will be, we Gnomes have done our utmost to foster trade, goodwill, and diplomacy, to uphold standards of common courtesy and decency, and even to restrict our own martial actions to those who either had a history of uncouth personal insults against us and many others (i.e. the Trolls, as I know you Dwarves often need things to be spelled out explicitly), or were our own historical natural enemy (i.e. you).
If it absolutely must be someone by no later than the end of a year from now -- and as you know, the peasants will make their will known, one way or the other -- we hope the prospect of Gnomish leadership would not offend any except perhaps you. This is assuming the people even elect us, a very large assumption since the Ancient Ones are also revered throughout the land.
But if it is us, we would be advised by the wisest among us, the Ancient Ones, with magical excellence and research being promoted in all areas of the art by the Red Warlock and the Witchlord (the rumors of whose demise have been greatly exaggerated), a peerless intelligence network overseen by the Shadow Master, a long history of peace and trade and goodwill with the Black Dragons and Dark Elves and Giants, and the closest ties of marriage with our old friends, the Rangers led by the honorable and mighty warrior Lord Lothaedus, and with all of that power and wisdom collected, I hope we could truly usher in a golden age of peace, prosperity, trade, and most of all, freedom together.
It is not too late for you, King Oban. There is always need of short and stout people to work the mines of Northern Runnimede... an honorable profession which we ourselves engage in, so no insult is intended, certainly.
Sincerely,
Bottlenose, for the Gnomish Alchemical Monarchy
King Oban,
I suspect your efforts to hector and shame your fellow rulers, all of whom have their own individual motivations, will meet with as much success as your own campaign thus far, which is to say, not much.
You are correct that in a year's time, the final festival will be held, and someone will be elected to lead the land for the next season of time, however long that season lasts until the struggle emerges again.
In terms of who that leader will be, we Gnomes have done our utmost to foster trade, goodwill, and diplomacy, to uphold standards of common courtesy and decency, and even to restrict our own martial actions to those who either had a history of uncouth personal insults against us and many others (i.e. the Trolls, as I know you Dwarves often need things to be spelled out explicitly), or were our own historical natural enemy (i.e. you).
If it absolutely must be someone by no later than the end of a year from now -- and as you know, the peasants will make their will known, one way or the other -- we hope the prospect of Gnomish leadership would not offend any except perhaps you. This is assuming the people even elect us, a very large assumption since the Ancient Ones are also revered throughout the land.
But if it is us, we would be advised by the wisest among us, the Ancient Ones, with magical excellence and research being promoted in all areas of the art by the Red Warlock and the Witchlord (the rumors of whose demise have been greatly exaggerated), a peerless intelligence network overseen by the Shadow Master, a long history of peace and trade and goodwill with the Black Dragons and Dark Elves and Giants, and the closest ties of marriage with our old friends, the Rangers led by the honorable and mighty warrior Lord Lothaedus, and with all of that power and wisdom collected, I hope we could truly usher in a golden age of peace, prosperity, trade, and most of all, freedom together.
It is not too late for you, King Oban. There is always need of short and stout people to work the mines of Northern Runnimede... an honorable profession which we ourselves engage in, so no insult is intended, certainly.
Sincerely,
Bottlenose, for the Gnomish Alchemical Monarchy
