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Sir Karzun Demonsul Report 1/12/2009 2:03:11 PM

[[To accommodate for my couple-of-day absence, my character will now go sick until I return. I entrust colony command to all the other players/group leaders, they will work as a democratic council with decision making meetings and votes and stuff.]]

[[OOC: He's going to be gone until at least the 14th based on that comment...]]

Killer glanced at the yellowed and crinkled map in front of him. Since Demonsul had taken sick, it would be best for each leader to cast a vote. Killer pondered for a while. "I am not versed in such matters, but I vote that we go to this area here," he declared, pointing to the area labelled 2, "for it should be defendable in case there happens to be any intelligent creatures upon this isle, or even hungry ones would be enough of a threat. Besides, I'd imagine that the small inlet may be useful for landing the vessel, but not too hard to maneuver to. However, as I stated, I am not versed in such matters, and if any of you gentlemen put up a good argument, I'd be more than willing to follow your lead. It is I pity the captain has taken sick, but it may be foolish to wait until he's cured."

*Ranraac looked out as the others talked amongst themselves about where to land. Getting up, he calmly walked over to the table and looked at the map. ''I must agree with Deallus. Area One seems too open but Area Three has a number of different bays nearby to keep our ships safe should any stormy weather befall us.'' Ranraac wanted to get of the ship... he was starting to forget the feel of solid land under his feet.*

"Number two is best, I agree with Killer." said Electric, "It has a more enclosed room, and is closer to a lake for farming." With this, Electric walked  out and went below decks, and took a nap in a hammock.

[[OOC:

3 - Septim, Deallus, Wraith

2 - Electric, Killer

...Wilber didn't vote, so wtf? Are you even reading people's posts?]]

[[Oopsies...meant 1...]]

There's other players as well... Where ever they are.

Yea... I understood that as a 3 >.<

Hirgon contemplated the map for a few minutes.  "Location 1 looks the best to me.  We can shelter our ship behind that peninsula away from the sea, and the island should provide another layer of protection against storms on the open waters.  Like Deallus said, we can retreat to the island if necessary; we may eventually establish an outpost on it, as well..."

[[OOC: You were also about to shank me...-_- XD]]

Beia decided that without the captain all this voting would get them no where, considering their low crew count. so he decided to vote also.
"I choose 'umber 2, now that thats settled we may finally begin to end this journey."

[[Now stick that in your pipe and smoke it! To solve to inactive problem I took control of the situation, this is the one time that will actually happen. Thank god we never have to use democracy again...]]

[See, no. 2 was the sensible one to pick...]


Killer was relieved that the voting had ended, there had been a tension in the room. He was also secretly glad that the wise Beia Thorr had chosen the one he had picked, for all his talk, Killer was unsure of the others' decisions. Electric's sight must be failing, he decided, he had looked at the map invertedly, not seeing the boat nor the coast lines. Elsewise, Killer had not grasped the concepts of cartography. Killer was well aware this might be so, but he doubted the ship would sail across dry land, pestered by an intimadating sea-monster.

Killer answered the question hesitantly, "Well, not altogether too much, captain. There was a vote, as you're probably aware, as to where to land, according to that map of yours. We chose to land at the area number two." Killer glanced at the weary man in front of him, and decided to tell him as little as possible about the scuffle. "There was also a slight discontment in the ranks, but it's sorted now sir. You'd best carry on back to bed sir, you'll need to conserve your energy for the landing, it won't be too long I'd imagine. As I'm sure the wise scholar Electric will agree," pointing to Electric. "Now, I must see that my men are ready," he continued, slipping away from Demonsul in case he asked any more questions about the 'discontentment'. He did do as he said however, and organised his men to be ready to land.

After hearing this speech, Hirgon looked out towards the open sea to hide his face from Demonsul and the crowd.  Hawk eye is troubled at this news; from the Captain's words, it was unclear just how much say the people would have in decisions.  He searched for a fellow military man, and spotted Septim close by.  He edged towards the older man, and said quietly from the corner of his mouth, "Major, what does he mean, 'a new leaf for mankind?'  If every one of my archers, or each of your cavalrymen has a say in decisions, our miliitary force will be rendered useless!  If this new Council has to be consulted for orders in defending the colony, we may as well turn back now..."

Killer thanked Electric, admiring the substance in the glass jar(or whatever, you'd hardly be holding an acid in your hand, it would be rather unwise) wondering what to do with it. He questioned Electric about its properties before thanking him and wandering off to hear the start of Demonsul's speech(sorry Electric, moving your post back in time). He stepped forward upon the makeshift podium, and addressed them "Members of this new esteemed Council, and to you future dwellers upon this idyllic isle, I wish to say that though the captain will have a major say in all decisions, I shall not, I am merely in charge of the beast-masters amongst you, and I feel it would be foolish to let all the members of the Council, especially one such as myself, to have a say in all matters, and I will merely be in charge of the beast-masters, and though I will gladly listen to others' suggestions, I would not do anything foolish just because I was over-ruled by this new Council, as, in my opinion, it should be each to his own. That is all, thank you." He stepped back to some mutterings, but no applause. Killer wished he had not done that on the spur of the moment.

*pokes Salaracen*
[Can we land sometime in the near future please?]

[[Mmmkay, so I'm the new warchief? xD]]

Upon hearing the retirement of the War Chief - Michael - Wilber had decided to forward himself as the new War Chief. A man of experience, of common background like the men he would command. A perfect fit for the part it may be said.

Wilber approached Demonsul and explained his reasoning in the mildist mannered way he could manage.

The other officers may call him a jump up, or undeserved of the position. What the hell do they know.

"Demonsul, will you accept my proposal?"

"I nominate Major Septim," said Hirgon early in the meeting.

Upon hearing the news that Demonsul would not accept the offer but force a vote upon the matter, Wilber went balistic. Returning to the hold he destroyed crates of food, flipped chairs and tables and got into a fight with one of the cavalrymen and two archers.
He punched the cavalryman in the gut (who fell down sidewards like a sack of spuds) and turned to the archers and drew his blade. The archers had seen it though and in turn, drew their blades.

Just before the action commenced however, Wilber overheard the meeting and Septim and Hirgon's little chat.
Then with lightning fast reactions and cat-like agility, Wilber spun on the spot and quickly retreated, stepping over the downed Cavalryman on the way.

"Septim, are you calling me a fool or an old bastard?"

Demonsul eyed Wilber coldly. After a little thought, he spoke. "I recommend we not choose this man, had anyone considered it. His fighting skills may seem good, but I doubt with that temper that he would be a good tactician. I think that, at most, he ought to take the position of whoever moves up to warchief."

[[OOC: Hmmmm...this vote is taking a while...>.>]]

[[OOC: I don't know, but if he does, I propose that one of us adopts it. This is going good. I would suggest Demonsul, seeing as he's the Captain/Grand Councilor.]]

[[Hell no, my foot is across the threshold of the exit door. Somebody else.]]

Demonsul waited, and when nobody else stepped forward, he spoke. "It is decided, the title of warchief now falls to Septim!"

And so Septim became warchief, and Wilber was forced to take the office of cavalry commander.

[I'll take it over, if no one else will. I'd much rather Salaracen did it, but it would be terrible to leave this for dead, even worse than stealing his thread.

[Well, whoever is doing it, we'll need a tally. Can everyone in this RP post if they are still playing. I'm underlining whoever might still be playing, and emboldening the ones I'm more sure about. Whoever will probably need to split the jobs up.

1 Septim - War chief (Commands infantry and other military captains ie Wilberforce and Hirgon, Controls 70 men)
2 Wilberforce - Head rider(Captain of Cavalry controls 34 men on horses)
3 Hirgon - Hawk eye (Commander of the archer division, Controls 18 Archers)
4 Demonsul - Captain of the Vessel 'Our lady', Organizer of the colony. (The boss, commands all 1,000)
5 Wraith - Head mage(Controls 3 mages)
6 Killer - Beastmaster (Controls 40 men)
7 Electric - Scholars (Controls 9 men)
8 Vishnu - Farmer - (Controls 79 men)
9 Rhade - Labourer - (Controls 220 men)
10 Travis - Captain of the Guard (Law enforcement, Controls 20 guards)
11 Gigant - Blacksmith (in control of 60 men)

The ones underlined(Rhade, Travis) only I doubt are playing, they only made a post or two. Gigant and Vishnu haven't made any posts though.]