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<blockquote data-quote="Alyx" data-source="post: 162557" data-attributes="member: 623">Jand walks into the conference hall.He is no angel.&nbsp; He cannot grow tall enough to shatter a roof.&nbsp; He is not an Archcleric, an avatar, nor a chosen of some god.&nbsp; Compared in power with the other delegates at the peace conference he is a nothing.&nbsp; He will not pretend otherwise.It is safe to say that few notice him before he takes his turn at the podium.&nbsp; He has no insignia to mark him as an Oerthian or Torilian, no visible connection to the Sunrise Faction he rules.There he stands, fresh red cloak draped about his shoulders and running to the floor.&nbsp; His shirt is a deep crimson, his pants a brilliant shade of scarlet.&nbsp; The glove on his left hand is the same shade as a young maidens blush.He faces the cameras.&nbsp; The delegates of Oerth and Toril who are present he ignores.&nbsp; The camera is his sole object of fixation.'Two kinds of people will watch me speak the few words I have.'&nbsp; He begins.&nbsp; His left hand grips the podium, his right taps out a quick ditty on its surface.'The first kind are those who have already decided what they believe.&nbsp; Oerthians are the enemy, Oerthians are friends.&nbsp; The humanoid generals are revolting for justice, or they are seeking only to grab power.&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; Those who believe in Oerth will do so more fiercely with my words, and those who don't will only hate them more.&nbsp; &nbsp; The chance that one of you would be swayed by even more words is very nearly zero.&nbsp; You've heard enough already.'Those who have not decided make up the group that I now speak to.'Jand leans forward, eyes intent on the camera.'Here is the truth;&nbsp; your world is now part of this conflict already.&nbsp; There is no more stopping what has started.&nbsp; The mists draw closer with every blow, and the earth beneath your feet is being devoured by an unstoppable force of red &quot;goo&quot;.&nbsp; The skies are dimming.&nbsp; Fleets of starships battle overhead.‘Stop this conflict before it begins.&nbsp; I do not pretend to know how you can change your world, nor would I tell you if I did.&nbsp; This is your decision, and if you want to bring peace and make a difference hard enough you will find a way to do so.‘It begins now.&nbsp; Decide.&nbsp; You will not have another chance.Jand takes a deep breath.&nbsp; Then he takes another.‘That is all I have to say.’With that, the Red Elf spins from the podium.&nbsp; He walks from the room as he came, ignoring all questions.&nbsp; Twice does he look from the exit into the crowd.&nbsp; The first is to Anfaren, a look of friendship and silent communication.&nbsp; The second is to look at Hazen and give him nod of respect.&nbsp; Then he is gone.OOC:&nbsp; Anfaren will answer all questions on Jand’s behalf (I'm not closing up against a response/debate by any means).&nbsp; The Red Elf is full of energy now, and he spoke truly when he says that the time to decide which path to take has ended.&nbsp; This meeting has been one of impressive speeches (bravo!), but the time for words to rule the day is over.&nbsp; Now I act.'</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Alyx, post: 162557, member: 623"] Jand walks into the conference hall. He is no angel. He cannot grow tall enough to shatter a roof. He is not an Archcleric, an avatar, nor a chosen of some god. Compared in power with the other delegates at the peace conference he is a nothing. He will not pretend otherwise. It is safe to say that few notice him before he takes his turn at the podium. He has no insignia to mark him as an Oerthian or Torilian, no visible connection to the Sunrise Faction he rules. There he stands, fresh red cloak draped about his shoulders and running to the floor. His shirt is a deep crimson, his pants a brilliant shade of scarlet. The glove on his left hand is the same shade as a young maidens blush. He faces the cameras. The delegates of Oerth and Toril who are present he ignores. The camera is his sole object of fixation. 'Two kinds of people will watch me speak the few words I have.' He begins. His left hand grips the podium, his right taps out a quick ditty on its surface. 'The first kind are those who have already decided what they believe. Oerthians are the enemy, Oerthians are friends. The humanoid generals are revolting for justice, or they are seeking only to grab power. Fine. Those who believe in Oerth will do so more fiercely with my words, and those who don't will only hate them more. The chance that one of you would be swayed by even more words is very nearly zero. You've heard enough already. 'Those who have not decided make up the group that I now speak to.' Jand leans forward, eyes intent on the camera. 'Here is the truth; your world is now part of this conflict already. There is no more stopping what has started. The mists draw closer with every blow, and the earth beneath your feet is being devoured by an unstoppable force of red "goo". The skies are dimming. Fleets of starships battle overhead. ‘Stop this conflict before it begins. I do not pretend to know how you can change your world, nor would I tell you if I did. This is your decision, and if you want to bring peace and make a difference hard enough you will find a way to do so. ‘It begins now. Decide. You will not have another chance. Jand takes a deep breath. Then he takes another. ‘That is all I have to say.’ With that, the Red Elf spins from the podium. He walks from the room as he came, ignoring all questions. Twice does he look from the exit into the crowd. The first is to Anfaren, a look of friendship and silent communication. The second is to look at Hazen and give him nod of respect. Then he is gone. OOC: Anfaren will answer all questions on Jand’s behalf (I'm not closing up against a response/debate by any means). The Red Elf is full of energy now, and he spoke truly when he says that the time to decide which path to take has ended. This meeting has been one of impressive speeches (bravo!), but the time for words to rule the day is over. Now I act. ' [/QUOTE]

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