(Hadn’t noticed this thread before heh heh)
Grimaldus frowned to himself, he joined this race on a whim, now realized that he actually had to do something. Most of his time was spent running the provisional colonies, but he volunteered for this race, now he had to do something. The other candidates either had certain colonies in their pocket, or were working hard to lock down certain colonies. Dunesphere was essentially out as he had essentially rebelled against them, Baronade and Dusk all but declared for Strykker. The other candidates were moving into other colonies, which meant that he should also, except he didn’t know all that much about the colonies besides Dunesphere. He never really bothered to learn much more then the fact that most colonies allowed demonic aliens to roam free and thus were corrupted by their taint…except now Grimaldus had himself begun to welcome aliens in his territory and his colonies were multicultural and shit.
Grimaldus sighed, this was all so annoying, he was worried that he might slip up and call some people elves or gnomes and piss off someone, he occasionally slipped into old speech. It isn’t that he hated this creatures, but a life time of habits is not so easily broken. He wondered how Resugent was able to so easily do it…that’s it! He can send Resugent to make speeches for him!
Grimaldus sent word to his office, from this day forward, Ser Resugent was his official Campaign Manager/speech writer/Public Relations Director…and anything else which would put him into the public eye. Resugent was rather likable apparently, the Goblins especially liked him…right, can’t say Goblin…Olgog, need to say Olgog. (that last part wouldn’t be sent to the office…you know…the Goblin part)