[ooc]When someone gives you lemons....hide them from Krammy...

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*Arnigus trembles as Am-Heh turns away from him. Oh, Talad, why did he ever start this election. He knew this would happen...he just knew it. Maybe if he snuck away, no one would notice...he could be gone before... For a moment, his father\'s face flashed before him, as he had been twenty years ago. The last time he had seen him...with the same disappointment in his eyes. As if to say, \'Will you let me down again, Son?\' Would he let him down? Would he let these people down? Would he let himself down?*
\"NO!\" he shouts, more to himself than others. Then realizes he spoke aloud as Am-Heh turns back to him.
\"So the worm has a backbone after all.\" [ooc] turn around is fair, but let\'s make this the last of it

please stick to your own chars.[ooc]
\"Y-y-y-you c-c-can not force me to support you. I must ...I will remain neutral....no matter the p-p-price.\"
*A large Kran with a dark spot that looks like an ink stain steps forward. He carries a thick, iron clad quarter staff with familiarity*
\"There will be no price, Arnigus,\" the Kran states bluntly an turns to the crowd. \"I am Hadarican. There will be no more threats, that I guaranty.\" He turns to Am-Heh. \"Know this, I will not flinch at crushing you and your trolls beneith foot as I would a diseased blackbeatle. And would not give a second thought at scraping your foul entrails from my heel as so much trash. I have no family for you to threaten, I have no friends to dangle as bait before me. Be wary of your words from now on, as Kran have much better hearing than you would think.\"
With that, he takes up position next to Arnigus, standing as cold and immovable as a stone mountain.
\"Thank you Had, once again, I owe you one,\" says Arnigus, feeling much braver.
*Up on the roof tops a little ways away, in the shadows of an overhanging tree where it is hard to make out, a figure sits shrouded in a thick cloak, despite the warmth of the day. A wind whips back the cloak for a moment, revealing the left arm of the figure. It is bundled heavily in thick coarse cloth, as if injured, though the figure gives no indication of it. The elections would go as planned?or there would be a price. The sound of metal grating on metal comes from beneath the cloth*
[ooc]None of you want to anger Had, as he could, most likely, crush you. And you really, really, really don?t want to mess with the figure on the roof (which only the most observant of you may see). He has no forgiveness at all, and your powers mean nothing to him (as some of you may know). These two characters have been put into place to prevent this thread from turning into a brawl?just in case.

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