[Plaza] Call for the reclamation of the Lost Clans! (open)

[Vinrir Stoneheart Sultros]

Timestamp: 30th of Summer 512 A.V. Vinrir was restless. He saw too much inactivity in the Kingdom. Sure, crafters of all sorts were continually working and the Kingdom improving, but the clans were separating and the Lost Clans were not being looked for. This grated on his nerves more than when he was unsuccessful at blacksmithing a new item. Something needed to be done. They had had a Lost Clan Isur now for decades and it seemed it changed nothing. She was his friend and he was sick of feeling like she was not valued for the gift of Izurdin she was. She did not have a Trazen day, or a voice on the Council of Five, which should be the Council of Six when she was of age. Clenching his red-toned fist, he moved to a stall and climbed up onto the crates next to it. This was one time he let his emotions rule him, with no voice of reason of caution holding him back. A few Isur watched him in silence until his voice rang out loud and deep, "Fellow Isur! Brothers and Sisters of Izurdin! I call out to you now, seeking your attention but only for a moment of your day to make a statement and to call for assistance no matter what Clan you belong to!" Vinrir waited, making sure they were all paying attention to him, that the fun of the Trazen had not pulled them away. "We celebrate this day and celebration, known as Trazen, and the next four days as well. One for each clan remaining alive after the Valterrian that tested and tried us Isur as we test our tools and materials in our crafting! Yet, among us walks a member not-recognized. Merinil, born into Clan Pitrius, but at the same time not of them! Her arm is a clear yellow, a reminder of the Lost Clan Uluth and that they are not all gone! It has been almost 52 years and yet we have done nothing to show our thankfulness to our god and the praise this! "So first, I ask you all to join me on the 36th of Summer in celebration of a sixth Trazen day, Uluth Day! Let us honor what our god has done recognize that, for now, there are six clans present, even if there are only five citadels!" This voice dropped off, his chest expanding in the light as he caught his breath from the yelling and force of his words. He let them sink in, knowing he could be causing some trouble for himself but not caring. Izurdin had brought back the sixth clan, and for all Vinrir knew this was a test to see if they would do more than talk about it like idle gossip that humans favored so much. This brought him to his next point, which he rolled into after but a minute of time when he still had their attention, "Lastly, I ask you for one more thing! While we have five strong clans here and the sixth one represented, we are all aware of the gaping holes on the Council of Ten that is only the Council of Five now! For 512 years we have made attempts to find the lost clans and see nothing but wisps of remnants that they may or may not be yet alive! Some of you say if they were, they would have come to us, but what say ye to the stubbornness that is all of us? We are all stubborn and refuse help from other clans, so why should they be different?! If we have forsaken them, as it would seem to them, should we not go them and bring them to us? "I ask any and all who are willing to pursue this cause, regardless of your birthright, to take up cause and follow my lead as well as Merinil to find the Lost Clans! To find them and unite the Isur race to something stronger than it has ever been, a force to be reckoned with! A race that the others recognize fully and known we are great and mighty, that we have been tried and put through the heat of the forge and come out stronger, forged by the very hand of our god Izurdin!" His voice echoed through the Plaza in the silence and he stood waiting, his body coated in sweat from the emotion and stress of yelling for so long and hard. There, upon his impromptu stage, he waited for those that would answer the call. It would be dangerous, requiring the skill of all of the Clans to find the Lost Clans. They would need Sultros leaders, Coglis Warriors, Terras blacksmiths, Vizerian Priest and Priestesses and Pitrius Mages. In addition, any and all from all clans would be needed regardless of profession. Who would answer the call to something greater than their daily lives, to find a part of their history long-gone and mostly forgotten? OOCThis whole idea/thread can lead to many other things, good or ill. This can end up being an over-arching plot connecting to other things for PCs.

[Merinil]

What had she been doing when Vinrir oh so casually started screaming across the Plaza on the first Trazen day? Yelling out about how it was unfair about something? She stopped listening after he said her name, because suddenly, eyes turned to where she was, sitting in a corner and playing with her cat, Iskarsir. Oh, how much she wanted to tear out his eyes and throw his head into a ravine right now. She listened closer, and the 6th Trazen day perked her interests. Ah, and Uluth day, only to be really celebrated by maybe, what, one or two people? For all she knew, she was the only Uluth. There could be more, but really? It was rare to be born with such an arm and everyone knew it. Having a place on the council of five would be just as pointless because really, who would she be there for? There was no one that anything would effect, and in her opinion, he was just making a fool of himself standing up there and yelling. She just waited for Vinrir himself to approach her before doing anything, and she played with her cat.