Tisopea
05-02-2005, 21:12
The aging High King stood before the crowd. All those of Nemed (privileged) rank who had any power or influence had turned out for this moment. From the white robed druids to the richly attired noble lords.
Adjusting his ceremonial mantel of deerskin-a relic centuries old that made him like an archaic statue-Idris II, Ard-Ri of Tisopea, stepped onto the platform. Immediantly he was met by cheers from the surging throng.
"People of the Tribes! Children of Danu! I come before you today with a revilation: no longer shall we maintain the defunct policies of isolation. The time has come to embrace our foreign brethern as allies.
"This comes at the behest of my druids, who have declared it time to step forward into the future. And so, I am urging all international leaders to make contact with us; for to them we throw out the metophorical welcome mat!"
Adjusting his ceremonial mantel of deerskin-a relic centuries old that made him like an archaic statue-Idris II, Ard-Ri of Tisopea, stepped onto the platform. Immediantly he was met by cheers from the surging throng.
"People of the Tribes! Children of Danu! I come before you today with a revilation: no longer shall we maintain the defunct policies of isolation. The time has come to embrace our foreign brethern as allies.
"This comes at the behest of my druids, who have declared it time to step forward into the future. And so, I am urging all international leaders to make contact with us; for to them we throw out the metophorical welcome mat!"