GreatWyrmSteel's locally-famous "Speech of the Sun"
"Ladies and gentlemen--and the High Herbalist counts as neither, shame be upon you--our wise leader is bedridden, possibly for life. Do you know what we must do? Simple. We must make it like he was never harmed.
"We need a trapper catching birds--a carpenter with cages--snares for larger birds and animals--a new room, surrounded by pillars holding up a canopy of leaves and a fair meadow--tame deer grazing nearby--trees growing, singing lullabies to lull him into his pained sleep--flowers whose beauty compels him to hold on, just one more day.
"This isn't just for one elf, though. If we show the peoples of the world that we are kind and just, and take care of those who are harmed, we will be blessed by the peoples of the world. If we show that we are callous, we will lose support from the dwarves--the humans--even our own people. We cannot tarry.
"Taking care of the injured isn't all we must do, however. We must have justice! Thus I state my sentence, and hope you agree: The High Herbalist is to be stripped of her title, and if by the dawning of print she has not contributed one item of value to our leader's resting room, she will face what I call the Sacrifice to the Sun. We will gather seven great spikes for the week's seven days, and a room barely big enough to stand in with a chute seven trees tall leading up. From this chute, we will dump the former High Herbalist and leave her seven days. For another two weeks, a single spike will be dropped in on alternate days. Finally, after a further month of isolation, feeding on rainwater and passing beetles, she will be released, having faced judgement. Thus we show that we will not be trifled with! For we will not!
"We are not weak.
"We are not frail.
"We are the trunk of the mighty oak, the fang of the fierce wolf, the inevitable waters of the tide.
"We are not just elves.
"We. Are. Abecoiyaso!"
Author
Topic: treefortress, abecoiyaso: the elfs are slaves by the gobs[Community game] (Read 7211 times)