Let the lore begin...
"I thank you all," Aaron Firehand said. "For rightfully electing me in this here election. I could not have done it without you, the people of Las Aminour. Madame Suna is no longer the president, this is the age of the two presidents! I once again must thank you all."
"Shouldn't it be illegal to pool votes?" James Bronzeheart asks.
"There is no law against it," Aaron replies. "Henceforth it is not illegal. Would you like Andrew and I to make it illegal in our presidency?"
"I don't care," Sir Parcival said. "But James might."
"Okay."
"If we are concluded, then we may dissipate." And so Andrew and Aaron leave the podium. More people leave, mingling the crowd with faces familiar and unfamiliar.
"The Citadel of Stone election is coming," James said.
"It is," Parcival said. "I'm running as foreign diplomat. We need someone who can peacefully talk to others."
"Fine, I am running leader and diplomat."
"I don't think you know what diplomat means."
"I can be very persuasive," James says.
"You run for leader and I'll run for diplomat. We split leadership 50/50 when we win. Deal? You manage internal affairs and I'll handle external affairs."
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
