The Future of Mittelmarch

[oof]

Hail fellow Citizens of Mittelmarch!

This past season has given many troubles to our great land. Both the fall and retaking of our city have left us in a vulnerable position, and with winter coming in the next months we have many things we need to accomplish. It is with heavy heart that I say this but I have lost my faith in the current leadership of our lands to be strong enough to guide us through this winter. The harvests comming in this season will be meager at best, the moving armies through our territory and the battles of the war have decimated farmland for miles around. It will take a strong hand guiding us to make sure our citizens make it to spring. To make matters worse the damage to our defenses has been almost catastrophic. Mittelmarch sits on a precipice, if we were to be attacked right now our home would lie wide open for the invading army to slaughter. While the jovians have gone back to Jove to lick their wounds, there is no telling how long the current peace will hold. We must rebuild our defenses this year my friends, clean our wounds and restore as much as we can of the glory that was once our home, and with the coming of spring we must ensure that the farmers of our lands will not be ravaged again by enemy forces by taking the fight away from our city, and to distant places in the land. We must make the land free of the Jovian threat my friends and to do that we must give strong leadership to all of the peoples of the Land Between the Lands. I now ask for your support good people follow me as your king, and I will lead this city we call home to greatness

[ziglerrobertson]

"Hmmm" Zigler looks at the piece of parchment nailed to his, and everyone else's door.

"Oof has become alot more eloquent as of late." With that the newly minted Inn Keeper ducks back inside. Soon a sign appears in the window next to the door. "Support the Oof! Vote Now."

[Dorian Prior]

Dorian was making his way home from the routine nightly revelries to his newest "home", a burned-out and abandoned structure on the fringes of the city; its charred boards and decayed foundations bore testament to the city's violent retaking. When he read the notice nailed to the rotting frame-boards, he mused as to whether or not it was making an ironic statement.

After a moment's meditation, Dorian smiled to himself. He had a home now; somewhere with just enough order and just enough chaos to support himself. Lending his services to the lower classes and merchants would be enough... But surely the upper caste could be of use. Surely kings need personal assassins...

He would think on this later. In any case, Dorian knew who he would fight alongside and would hope for the best of outcomes. With these thoughts in mind, Dorian found the granite foundation slab of which composed his bed and promptly fell into a dreamless sleep.

[Kotaro]

Kotaro was wandering the streets of Mittelmarch as he sometimes did, when he noticed the sign in Zigler's window. "...Hmph. Best of luck, giant," he mutters quietly. "But I have a lord. It'll still be interesting to see how this ends."
With that, he resumed his pace, his mind occupied by other things.

[Giggles "Adguin"]

Giggles seeing that Off had some of his lackeys spread word about him being king decided to try to approach one of them soon and have them take him to Oof. He would lend his support until the time came for Mittlemarch to fall for him when the Jovians were all but gone.