To Whom It May Concern.....

[Daeiel]

To Whom It May Concern:

It has come to my attention that there is a surplus of non-human entities in this area, some of which are gifted in the areas of magic. Now, that is all well and good, in stories to frighten children. Otherwise, this could possibly be a very real threat. How are we to sleep at night, knowing these creatures prowl our streets, waiting to do us in?

Obviously, this situation must be eradicated at once, if we are to ensure the safety of our future and present children.

Sign this petition if this particular matter concerns you.

With every intention of doing away with all things non-human,

Jaxrehfarle.

Sign Here: ______________________________________

__________________________________________________

___________________________________________________.
----------------------------------------------------------------

"This petition was found tacked to the outer door of the castle, sire."

The king, a younger fellow grayed with premature age, nodded, took the parchement from the soldier's outstretched hand, and sighed. "He really means it, doesn't he?"

"It would seem so, your Majesty."

"Well, in a way, he's right, you know." The king looked away from the scroll, his leaden eyes burdened with the worries of three generations, and sighed once more. "In a way, he's right."

"Yes, sire."

"They are a threat, in their own right."

"Yes, sire."

The king cast his eyes to the ground, to which he had been so accustomed to staring at over the past few years, and clenched the theses. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do about it."

"No one has signed the petition as of yet, your Honour," added the soldier, "Suppose no one does sign it, and you'll not have this extra load."

"No one's signed it because you took it down before anyone could." The king dropped the paper completely, put his head in his hands, and sighed for the third or fourth time.

"True enough, sire."

"Put it back up and see who takes an interest. If enough people do, then....I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

"Yes, sire."

The soldier stooped, exhibiting a strange grace no one in a full suit of armor should possess, picked up the parchement, and saluted, before giving a concerned glance at his king with entrancing, sea-blue eyes.

None knew that under the helmet lay two perfectly pointed ears of unblemished ivory skin.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

A war against all things non-human.

A ban against the usage of magic.

Can Vinland really accomplish such a controversial goal? And what will become of the innocents, deemed non-human simply by birth? What of the half-breeds?

What of the ones who will choose to protect them? The ones who choose to murder them?

And what of the man, Jaxrehfarle, who petitioned this in the first place?

To Whom It May Concern....does it concern you?

[ptsluvsnfl]

((I'm sorry, I haven't been very inspired lately!))
It was later that night that news of the petition reached a local tavern.
Amidst the boisterous jests and jactations common to that hour, one man found himself just sober enough to climb up onto one of the tables.
“Lunetta!” The manager called to one of the maids, “Do get him down before he breaks something!”
A woman approached the table with her eyes downcast.
“Come ‘ere, hag!” The drunks bellowed. Several other cat-calls followed.
The small maid was not phased. She did not react to the calls of drunks anymore after having been working for the tavern as long as she had.
“As fa meh,” the man now stood up on the table, singing, “Ah’m gonna sahn that ‘tition an’ ahl the magic men’all git thrown inta prison!”
On hearing his song, Lunetta froze where she stood, still gazing at the floor.
“I’nt that rahght, ‘netta?” the man bent down and grabbed her jaw.
The woman’s eyes glimmered with an unearthly chill. “Come down from the table,” she stated coldly.
“m’lady ‘netta so fine an’ so fair, lahkes to go where no otha dares! Sneak’n about in the shadows at nahght, swing’n her hips and tell’n her lies!”
“Down from the table,” she repeated.
The man leaned down and whispered, “Ah know whaht kinda woman you ahr!” as he inched toward her mouth.
Lunetta unabashed, jerked to the side, causing the drunk to lose his balance and fall forward. She simply walked away afterward, holding out her open palm as she passed the tavern manager.
“What? Are you expecting extra pay for that?” He asked her.
Lunetta paused, “Yes, I do,”
“I am holding the money for you until you finish the job,”
The woman rolled her eyes, “You can handle the rest yourself, Bricriu,”
“Where are you going?” He wondered.
Lunetta reached out and pulled a dagger from under his coat, “I have a more important job tonight,”
“The rumor is true; magic uders, elementals, elves, shape-shifters, half breeds like us… we are all under attack by that petition. If a law is passed-”
“I am not afraid of the law,” Lunetta said quietly.
“Well, then, we have nothing to worry about!” The manager laughed, rubbing his fair hair with his hand. “On that note, I wish you luck on your task, m’lady,” leaning in, he gently tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing its unusual shape. Placing his arm around her waist, he attempted to steal a kiss.
Lunetta promptly pushed away, “No,”
“Why not?” Bricriu laughed maniacally, trickles of venom dripping from the corners of his mouth.
“I do not find you amusing in the least, sir. Good night to you,”
Brandishing the dagger, she left through back door.

(( Once again, I seem to be taking a less heroic role. XD ))

[Daeiel]

((It doesn't really matter, so long as you take one!))

"Feredir, you know nothing can be done."

"On the contrary, everything can be done, it's just that no one thinks that anything should be done."

Feredir's helmet lay empty on the table, his ash-blonde locks falling to cover his slanted eyes and pointed ears. Slender fingers held his head, his elbows resting on the wooden surface of the taven table, as his slight shoulders reared up in an enormous sigh.

The first speaker lay her hand on his shoulder, gently applying pressure. "Even if they should do something, what can they do?"

"The law has not been passed yet, Ismeni. And, if I know our king, he'll likely not do anything about it."

"But what of the man who posted the petition? This...Jaxrehfarle fellow?"

"Just another disgruntled soul, Meni. Just another disgruntled, discontented soul."

"Who seems to be making a very valid point."

The Elf looked to his female comrad, his cerulean eyes, alight with flecks of silver, looking as though they had just been betrayed. "Ismeni...."

"I'm not saying that all of you are bad, Fer. I'm not saying that."

"Then what are you saying?"

Ismeni clapsed her hands before her and brought them up to her chin as she carefully considered her next words. "Well...."

"Well what?"

"Look at it from another person's point of view, Fer. You're different. Your ears are as pointed as daggers, your eyes shine in the darkest night, you're unbelievably agile, and your reflexes might as well be a cat's. You're frightening."

"Thank you."

Ismeni clucked her tongue and wrapped her arms about him. "I don't mean to me, Fer. I mean to the others. The ones who are skeptical about babies born with hair and eyes different from their parents, or the horses made with different markings. They'd think you were a monster, Fer. They'd think people like you were monsters."

"There are monsters out there, Ismeni. I'm not one of them."

Ismeni smiled, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him right on the mouth. "Of course not, Fer. Of course not."

He returned the kiss, gathered her to him, and held it for as long as the night and propriety would allow.
-----------------------------------------------------------

Sign Here: Now this is all well and good, but what I want to know is are we outlawing the ones with malicious intent and leaving the ones who mean us no harm?

No. It's all or nothing. ~Jaxrehfarle

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

[Elli]

((I am highly interested in this roleplay, but first I shall have to make a character... so maybe I'll start tomorrow night.))

[Daeiel]

((You are more than welcome, Ms. Elli!))