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Post by Aram Prince on Aug 16, 2010 2:25:22 GMT -5
Aram Prince was not normally described as a particularly radical man. With the exception of the way he proposed to Cadee, a fact that some members of her family were unwilling to forget, he had rarely caused a stir. Today would be an exception that wouldtop even the wishing ceremony. It had been a long time in the making, this day, and would culminate in an act never seem before in the trees. The veterans of the lower canopy were marching on the castle. This was not a move of violence but passive resistance. Although he didn't originally start the movement, Aram had become an advocate of the lower classes. Whereas soldiers from the upper class came hoome and went back to their manors, boys younger than he came back to live in their cramped hovels and often returned to labor intensive jobs to support their families. It wasn't the crown who rejected them but the Elders who seemed to relegate the council funds elsewhere. And, of course, all pleas fell upon deaf ears. The complaints and requests went through clerics who served the crotchety old men and neglected to consider what their Queen may want. It was just one of those flaws in the system that couldn't be fixed until it was put on display. And today, a light would shine on the injustice. One that could not be ignored.
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Post by Aaron Godric-Black on Aug 16, 2010 16:21:51 GMT -5
Aaron landed next to Aram, amongst the walk to the castle. He took his by the shoulder and pulled him back for a moment. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked. He understood the intent of the march and had adviced Beth to stay well out of it, not to be called in by what was said and totally let the elders talk it out. This wasn't for Beth to worry about, and the call wasnt againt her. "You know Cadee is going to make you sleep on the couch don't you? Did you tell her yet?" He added, walking along side his lower forest friend. As long as he didnt get seen by the elders Aaron could walk alongside them. The lord advisor was tired, he'd tried talking the Elders around for weeks, warning them something was bound to happen sooner or later- and there it was. Happening. He sighed, unbuttoning the top collar of his white gleeming uniform. "Seriously, please tell me you've told her." Aaron had the worse case scenario in his head, what if something happened? He'd have to tell his sister- and their two small children.
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Post by Aram Prince on Aug 16, 2010 22:04:10 GMT -5
"I haven't told her." Aram told his best friend honestly. "I haven't told her because I couldn't bear her worrying. You know the look I mean, Ron, the one where her brow furrows? It makes me sick when I see it and I couldn't even imagine being the cause. If anything happens, I know you'll take care of them for me but, Ron, I needed to do this. I needed to do this to be at peace and to find justice for the men we fought with. Those who don't have royal lineage or a voice. I want to be their voice."
They reached the final bridge before the castle and the men stopped to disassemble themselves. A strange concept. Caleb had become a specialist in magical prosthetics and most of them had been fitted with at least one. As they stood there, they took them off and left them in a pile. Then hobbling, limping and walking they made the final stretch.
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Post by Aaron Godric-Black on Aug 17, 2010 16:55:57 GMT -5
Aaron held his opinion, watching Aram for a moment. Then said; "Well good luck- you now I can't be here don't you?" Of course he couldn't? He was High blood, he was the part of the society that these men were marching on. "And Cadee- mate I'll kill you myself-" Aaron grumbled, not sure what else he should say.
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Post by Aram Prince on Aug 17, 2010 18:04:57 GMT -5
He nodded and did the soldier clasp once more with the man he considered a brother. Then they marched on. Reaching the courtyard, Aram stood at the front. And that's all they did- Stand at attention. They looked forwards and didn't break rank. That was their plan. If the Elders of Gaia wanted to ignore them, they'd put their wounds and sacrifices on display.
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Post by Aaron Godric-Black on Aug 17, 2010 18:07:30 GMT -5
Aaron's walked back through the halls was met with two of the elders council, who called him to them, showing him the view from the window. Aaron spoke to them in drow, almost confidently. He wasn't allowed to show sides, but perhaps he was a little bias. "Marvellous arn't they?"
The elves replied in the same tongue. "How so?"
"Those are our men, our brave soldiers."
"Oh." For a moment the two elders watched the soldiers, then one asked. "What do you they want?"
"Freedom I should imagine." Aaron smiled, and wandered off, he really didn't want a role in this.
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Post by Aram Prince on Aug 17, 2010 18:45:58 GMT -5
At the first fifteen minute mark, they turned about face. It was just so any of them men with leg problems could flex and not put too much pressure on their injured limbs. They carried their canes and crutches, their limbs proudly.
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Post by Aaron Godric-Black on Aug 17, 2010 18:49:35 GMT -5
The lower class soldiers had turned twice more before a second garrison strode out to meet them. "Get back." The leader called, under his white hat, and somewhere under the general's blue father Nates father was shooting orders and the royal soldiers under his command, one hundred men, were coming to get rid of them. Bjorn Windsor didn't like to lose. "Get back, go back to your homes and stop trespassing on her majesties soil you dirty good for nothing peasants!"
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