Wehnimer's Landing 5119 Mayoral Candidate Debate

17 Charlatos 5119, edited by TownCrier Political Correspondent, Arianiss

Location

[Moot Hall, Observation Balcony]
Several rows of hardwood benches line the balcony, each row a bit higher than the previous one in order to provide a view of the proceedings below from every seat. A polished oak railing forms the front barrier of the viewing area, and a narrow stairway leads down.

[Moot Hall, Chamber of Justice]
Two high-backed, elaborately carved chairs face the imposing, burnished oak bench where members of the official Town Council convene to decide matters of solemn importance. A narrow stairway leads up to a low balcony that surrounds the chamber, providing ample seating for interested visitors to observe the proceedings. You also see a modwir arch and an oak door.
Also here: Mayor Lylia, Neopuron, Vicimer, Land Pirate Maylan, Judge Renpaw

Candidates and Moderator

You see Mayor Lylia Rashere the Sorceress.
She appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
She is taller than average and has a slender build. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has wide-set storm grey eyes and fair skin. She has waist-length, thick auburn hair brushed straight and smooth beneath a regal silver headpiece of slender spikes arranged in a spiny halo. The strikingly smooth transitions between her otherwise angular features lend a distinctly patrician quality to her aspect. She has lustrous mournbloom black lacquer brushed onto her neatly filed fingernails.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a choker of cabochon rubies the size and hue of black cherries, a cobweb-fine black reticella wrap, a silver lily-etched pin that reads, "Vote Lylia: Because the Right Words Move Worlds.", an austere black dupioni silk gown ornamented only with a single blood-red ruby at the base of its plunging neckline, a mithril and amber cuff, an obsidian ring of thorns, a ruby and silver wedding band, and a pair of onyx damask shoes set on slim glaes heels.

You see Land Pirate Maylan the Wench.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
She is of a slight height and has a thin, wiry frame. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has completely solid, vivid jade eyes and mocha-freckled, lightly tanned skin. She has raggedly cut, frizzy raven-sheened hair worn in a single snarled sailor's knot braid entwined with feathers. She has a narrow face, a gently sloped nose and a pointed chin. She has a small gap between her front teeth. She has a discolored mop-fringed pegleg for a leg. She has a pair of stunted, dark-veined pearly wings speckled with jade splotches.
She has a sun-shaped gold stud in her right nostril, and a black-inked polar bear paw print on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a bottle of guava tart liqueur in her right hand.
She is wearing a primitive kiramon mandible crown, some dangly kiramon tongue earrings, a glass-caged kiramon tongue pendant, a high-collared cream flyrsilk toqua embroidered with shackled kiramon devouring each other, a cowering Aelotoi finger puppet with shackled hands, a costume crafted from a contorted kiramon exoskeleton, and a segmented kiramon mandible finger-armor.

You see Neopuron Hinzuhngier the Mage of the Deep.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Honneland.
He is alpine in stature. He appears to be wizened with age. He has clouded ice blue eyes and tanned skin. He has very long, braided ebon-hazed purple hair worn in elaborate braids. He has a clean-shaven face, a straight nose and a small goatee.
He has a long cut down the center of his right palm, a polished black diamond stud in his left eyebrow, a scale of musical notes tattoo on his ear, a colorfully inked starfish on his neck, and a tattooed symbol of Charl on his neck.
An ethereal black mist crow perches upon his right shoulder, glancing about with shining red eyes.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a sleek white fedora crowned with teardrop-shaped dents, a pair of slim round silver-framed spectacles with blue tinted lenses, an applewood heart-shaped locket, a silver shield insignia, a ruby-inset rose-gold brooch, a pure white silk dress shirt, a dashing red and white striped linen vest with intricate copper threading, an intricate vermilion eahnor wristchain inset with black diamond shards, a black ora ring, a low-slung deep carmine belt, a pair of slim-fit white leather pants, and some white narrow-toed boots.

You see Vicimer DrozekFitzwater the Holy Crusader.
He appears to be a Human from Highmount.
He is shorter than average. He appears to be youthful. He has bright hazel eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder length, curly golden brown hair with lighter streaks. He has an unshaven face, a small nose and a high forehead.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a gold-threaded crimson backpack in his left hand.
He is wearing a burnished gold and red v-shaped pin that reads, "Vote Victory, Vote Vicimer!", a silken red surcoat slashed with single yellow and white stripes, a white canvas rucksack embroidered with a red family crest, a pair of fur-lined boots, an eostone-eyed matte black invar dragon armband, a circular platinum pin inlaid with a multicolored sea glass mosaic, some scarlet cotton pants patched with squares of suede, an enruned gold ring, a crystal amulet, a large sack, a rugged runestaff sling, some sleek black stalking leathers, an ornate silver dragon pin, an enameled penguin chick brooch, and a radiant golden crown symbol bedizened with white opal drakes.

You see Judge Renpaw.
He appears to be a Human.
He is average height. He appears to be old. He has tired grey eyes and tanned skin. He has receding, peppered grey-brown hair with a large bald spot. He has a broad face, a hooked nose and bushy eyebrows. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a smooth grey leather satchel, a long regal black robe, a small navy leather pouch, a pair of satin-paned breeches, and a pair of scuffed black boots.

Debate Start

After pleasantries were exchanged...

Renpaw says, "Candidates, if a question is directed to all of you, I will direct to whom to answer first, and the order. It will switch up."

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Vicimer nods.

Renpaw says, "I ask you try to keep all replies to a minute or less."

Neopuron nods.

Renpaw says, "Let us begin."

Lylia tilts her head up.

Renpaw yells, "Arianiss!"

Arianiss

Lord Arianiss just climbed down a narrow stairway.

(Arianiss steps to the center.)

Lylia smiles at the assembled crowd, then turns her attention from the balcony to Arianiss.

Renpaw steps to the side of the center, grumbling.

Maylan wildly swats at the air around her, nearly knocking herself in the head.

Arianiss says, "For those unaware, as the candidates already are. My name is Arianiss Winterfox and I am a member of TownCrier. I have questions for all of you, and we'll see if I can get through them all, but for now.. Mayor Lylia, a question for you..."

Lylia nods at Arianiss.

Vicimer turns an inquisitive ear toward Arianiss.

Arianiss asks, "Why do you feel that soft power is the best way to keep children safe? What is an example of this soft power in action during your first term?"

Lylia says, "While some people agitated for war with Ta'Vaalor over the Elven Village, and others sought to appease the warlord Kragnack, I found ways to negotiate peace and prosperity."

Lylia says, "Praxopius' ships brought our dockyards wealth, and that wealth has helped feed the children of Shantytown and beyond."

Vicimer glances inquiringly at Lylia.

Lylia adds, "What could keep children safer than a town without a need for eternal war?"

Lylia raises an eyebrow.

Arianiss nods slowly.

Lylia adds, "It does the rest of us a great deal of good too."

Lylia asks, "Does that answer your question?"

Lylia smiles at Arianiss.

Renpaw says, "You may ask your other questions as well."

Renpaw nods at Arianiss.

The drunken chinchilla snuffles along the edges of the room, picking up a coating of fluff and dust.

Arianiss nods at Renpaw.

Arianiss says, "It does."

Renpaw says, "We respect and value the hard work the TownCrier does."

Arianiss smiles at Lylia.

Cords of peacock-hued flame wind in and out of the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking at the air around her.

Renpaw says, "Proceed."

Lylia nods in agreement at Renpaw.

Arianiss bows to Renpaw.

Arianiss says, "Thank you."

Lylia inclines her head.

Arianiss turns to face Neopuron.

Arianiss says, "Candidate Neopuron."

Neopuron smiles.

Arianiss asks, "You have a large campaign staff. Can you go into more detail about what they will be able to do for you as a Mayor?"

Neopuron rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Renpaw says, "My mother always said, speak softly and carry a large campaign staff."

Renpaw snickers to himself.

Lylia gazes in amusement at Renpaw.

Vicimer furrows his brow.

Renpaw turns an inquisitive ear toward Neopuron.

Neopuron says, "I do have a very strong and supportive group of advisors. They are diverse. They are honest. They are passionate. They are committed. And this is the very thing you will find in me."

Neopuron says, "They have been very helpful thus far, and we all have the same goals in mind."

Neopuron asks, "Does that answer it?"

Neopuron asks, "Or you looking for process?"

Renpaw says, "I feel if he says yes, that's cheating."

Renpaw chuckles.

Neopuron grins.

Arianiss asks, "Do you plan to rely on their input over the town council or in addition?"

Renpaw says, "I kid, I kid."

Neopuron says, "It is my job to be the mayor."

Neopuron nods.

Arianiss nods.

Neopuron says, "But I believe in having very smart and helpful people around me too."

Arianiss smiles at Neopuron.

Lylia nods in agreement at Neopuron.

Neopuron says, "Input is what I seek from all."

Renpaw nods at Arianiss.

Arianiss says, "Thank you."

Neopuron says, "Input is what I need from all."

Arianiss turns to face Vicimer.

Arianiss says, "Candidate Vicimer."

Vicimer turns to face Arianiss.

Arianiss says, "I'm particularly intrigued by the presence of Koar that you feel. I have my own feelings about the Arkati, and I'm curious what you would do were his desires to clash with what the citizens of the town might want."

Arianiss turns an inquisitive ear toward Vicimer.

Lylia smiles quietly to herself.

Vicimer pragmatically asks, "What the citizens of the town might want?"

Arianiss nods at Vicimer.

Vicimer seriously says, "It's my sincere hope that the people want a town that is just and a government that represents them properly."

Vicimer says, "A town that protects those who need protecting and punishes those who deserve it."

Lylia murmurs, "How fortunate that they have had this."

Vicimer says, "If anything, the Landing has had only leadership that clashed with what the people want."

Lylia clears her throat.

Speaking to Lylia, Vicimer says, "I did not interrupt you."

Maylan glances between Vicimer and Lylia.

Lylia contritely says, "Do forgive me."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "You tell her! Trying to run roughshod over the people even in the debate hall!"

Waves of brilliant peacock-hued flame roll across the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, crashing against the hem in a vibrant, blazing display.

Renpaw gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "You still have yer arms, don't you?"

Vicimer says, "I represent what this town can be."

(Maylan prods her left arm, then the right.)

Maylan nods.

Vicimer says, "If there's a clash with that, it's with people who shouldn't be here."

Arianiss nods at Vicimer.

Vicimer says, "People who have been making themselves rich and powerful while the downtrodden suffer."

Vicimer nods.

Arianiss says, "I believe that answers my question sufficiently."

Arianiss smiles at Vicimer.

Arianiss turns to face Maylan.

Arianiss says, "Candidate Maylan."

Maylan whines, "I'm tired of standing."

Maylan sits down.

Lylia nods sympathetically at Maylan.

The drunken chinchilla finds a random scrap of trash on the floor and proceeds to chew it into an unidentifiable mess of shredded fragments.

Maylan pats the drunken chinchilla on the head, the rodent submitting to the condescending gesture with an irritated hiss.

Arianiss says, "I have found great wisdom in your tactics for this election."

Arianiss nods at Maylan.

Speaking to Arianiss, Maylan says, "Yarp."

Arianiss says, "I find it admirable your desire to put a roof over the head of every child, and to make sure no one goes hungry. I also agree with the desire to burn out the corruption hidden in town. My question for you is..."

The black ora ring on Neopuron's finger is momentarily engulfed in a shroud of darkness!

(Arianiss asks, with a very straight face, "If I were to wake up after a night of heavy drinking, and find an unknown woman in bed with me, should I dress quickly and sneak out or stay and make her breakfast?")

Arianiss turns an inquisitive ear toward Maylan.

Maylan ponders.

Maylan asks, "The woman is purdy?"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "Make her breakfast!"

Arianiss nods at Maylan.

Arianiss says, "She is."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Make breakfast out of her! I mean, uh.. make her breakfast!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "Make her breakfast than sneak out! Leave her guessing!"

Lylia tilts her head up.

Maylan wiggles her eyebrows.

Lylia grins slowly.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Eat her breakfast and leave!"

(Arianiss appears intensely focused on Maylan.)

Speaking to Arianiss, Maylan says, "Every time I wake up after a night of heavy drinking, I feel the need for more drinking."

Arianiss rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to Arianiss, Maylan says, "So you mister, you need to make her a liquid breakfast."

Arianiss says, "I see."

Arianiss nods.

Arianiss smiles at Maylan.

Speaking to Arianiss, Maylan exclaims, "And then run away when she passes out!"

Renpaw shakes his head.

Arianiss nods.

Renpaw says, "Thank you Arianiss."

Arianiss smiles at Renpaw.

Arianiss bows to Renpaw.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Darcena yell, "Interesting advice!"

Arianiss says, "Thank you for allowing me the time to ask them all now."

Arianiss turns around.

Lord Arianiss just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Maylan removes some bubbling Eldreth death-rum from in her flyrsilk toqua.

Maylan takes a drink from her Eldreth death-rum. Maylan falls to the ground with a "thud". She doesn't appear to be moving.

Renpaw yells, "Cruxophim!"

Maylan suggests you should stop moving around so much.

Cruxophim

Cruxophim just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Maylan sits up.

Cruxophim procures a smooth columnar violet amethyst from a cubbyhole inside the ebonwood kit.

Cruxophim move to Maylan's side and waves his columnar violet amethyst at Maylan.
Cruxophim lowers his hand.

Maylan sniffs.

Cruxophim chuckles.

Lylia smiles at Cruxophim.

Cruxophim pleasantly greets, "Good evening, candidates."

Maylan asks if you have seen her mother.

Speaking cheekily to Cruxophim, Maylan says, "Nice try, you won't sober me up THAT easy."

Cruxophim smiles broadly.

Neopuron nods at Cruxophim.

Cruxophim snickers at Maylan.

Cruxophim rubs Maylan tenderly.

Lylia replies, "Hello there."

Cruxophim affably begins, "My question is simple, for once. In a brief summary, what strengths do each of you feel you can bring to the Landing as its Mayor? And what would you admit to as being your greatest weakness?"

Vicimer begins chuckling at Maylan!

Cruxophim gives Lylia a strong, encouraging smile.

Cruxophim squints at Vicimer.

Cruxophim beams happily at Neopuron!

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw says, "Maylan, Vicimer, Neopuron, Lylia."

Renpaw nods.

Cruxophim nods respectfully at Renpaw.

Neopuron smiles.

Maylan says, "Alrighty."

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Cruxophim folds his hands behind his back.

Lylia turns to face Maylan.

Maylan says, "Well I spose my greatest strength would be my arms."

Cruxophim bites down on the heel of his hand.

Cruxophim glances at Maylan and makes a little purring sound.

Maylan says, "And if I had to pick a weakness, I'd say that would be my toes. It's awful hard to exercise your toes."

Speaking carefully to Maylan, Cruxophim muses, "I... see."

(Maylan flexes her thin, wiry arms.)

Cruxophim is admiring Maylan.

Maylan nods.

Lylia nods in agreement at Maylan.

Lylia whispers something to Maylan.

Maylan agrees with Lylia.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Ask Maags how to exercise 'em!"

Maylan says, "Ahm finished."

The gaze Cruxophim levels at Maylan is filled with malicious glee.

Cruxophim adopts an agreeable expression.

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Cruxophim turns to face Vicimer.

Vicimer nods at Renpaw.

Cruxophim smiles thinly at Vicimer.

Vicimer simply says, "Strengths."

Where the hem of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua nears the floor, brilliant peacock-hued skiens erupt in tendrils that skitter outward and die in wisps of smoke.

Vicimer says, "I haven't lived as long as some of the others in this room. But in my time, I'd had the chance to sit under the learning tree of some very wise, very learned people. And I was eager to absorb what I could from them."

Cruxophim nods approvingly.

Vicimer adds, "Of course, I have the guidance of the wisest of the wise and the highest of the high."

Vicimer says, "I know what's important. I know how to prioritize."

Cruxophim takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of his nose.

Cruxophim chuckles.

Vicimer asks, "Weaknesses?"

(Vicimer glances up at the balcony.)

Cruxophim glances up.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Darcena yell, "Yes, you have to admit to some!"

Vicimer says, "I know, right now, I'm making enemies. I stand against the powerful and the elite. Power does not voluntarily surrender itself."

Speaking tersely to Vicimer, Cruxophim wonders, "Does that perceived power include casting aspersions upon the Pie Shop, and associates of mine?"

Vicimer raises an eyebrow.

Cruxophim smiles at Vicimer.

Maylan wiggles her eyebrows.

Vicimer says, "I cast no aspersions on the Pie Shop, sir."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "The Pie Shop is wonderul!"

Speaking calmly to Vicimer, Cruxophim relents, "As you say."

Cruxophim nods at Vicimer.

Cruxophim flashes Neopuron a toothy grin.

Neopuron smiles.

Cruxophim yells, "Yes!"

The drunken chinchilla sidles closer to Lylia, eyeing her with the expectant look of a creature accustomed to handouts.

Lylia narrows her eyes.

Speaking amicably to Vicimer, Cruxophim ventures, "Is that all?"

Cruxophim offers Lylia a glistening black apple.

Cruxophim winks at Lylia.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Vicimer says, "If that is all you have for me."

Cruxophim glances at an obese drunken chinchilla.

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

Neopuron smiles.

Speaking to Lylia, Maylan says, "Dont step on my friend."

Cruxophim put a glistening black apple in his small eldritch coffin.

(Lylia shakes her foot at the chinchilla, attempting to shoo it away surreptitiously.)

Cruxophim removes a glistening black apple from in his small eldritch coffin.

Neopuron asks, "My strength?"

Cruxophim grins at Neopuron.

Maylan wiggles her fingers invitingly at the drunken chinchilla, trying to entice it over for some petting. The chinchilla favors her with a long suffering look before shuffling reluctantly closer for a brief stroking between its ears.

Cruxophim offers a glistening black apple to an obese drunken chinchilla and it snatches it from his hand and scurries off, watching everybody with a wary distrustfulness as it begins to gnaw on the apple.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "See how Mistress Mayor tries to turn away those looking simply to feed themselves!"

The drunken chinchilla gnaws voraciously at a glistening black apple, its eyes darting back and forth, scanning for potential threats.

Neopuron says, "I am a leader."

Maylan snickers at Lylia.

Finished with a glistening black apple, the drunken chinchilla makes a cursory pass of its paws over its whiskers, browsing the ground for any remaining crumbs.

Maylan nods at Neopuron.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "A chinchilla in every pot!"

Neopuron says, "What I have is a passion and a desire to see something greater. Seeking as many voices I can to provide me with as much insight as possible will be helpful."

Cruxophim nods approvingly at Neopuron.

Neopuron says, "So that I may have all the relevant info needed to make the best decisions I can and to put our town in the best position it can be in."

Speaking reasonably to Neopuron, Cruxophim muses, "Well, you've already shown yourself to be fairly open-minded to me, so I'd call that a plus."

Cruxophim chuckles.

Cruxophim raises his voice in merry laughter.

Neopuron says, "My weakness is just history. As I have been hiding in the mountains for a long time. But it is history. And I have resources. And trusted advisors."

Lylia smiles at Neopuron.

Neopuron says, "So I dont know how much of a weakness it really is."

Cruxophim pleasantly agrees, "It is good to accept the wisdom and learned advice of those around you."

Cruxophim gives Lylia a strong, encouraging smile.

Neopuron says, "Its the future that is my concern."

Cruxophim nods respectfully at Neopuron.

Neopuron asks, "Does that answer your question?"

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw nods at Lylia.

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Lylia smiles at Cruxophim.

Speaking affably to Neopuron, Cruxophim answers, "Yes, thank you."

Maylan nods.

Cruxophim gazes fondly at Lylia.

Maylan nods at Renpaw.

Maylan nods at Lylia.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia says, "I feel my strengths have been amply demonstrated to those who have enjoyed the relative peace and prosperity of the past year."

(Lylia ticks the words off on her fingers as she speaks.)

A subtle stirring of the air about Maylan tugs at the peacock-hued flames enveloping her, teasing thin threads of fire from the flyrsilk toqua.

Lylia says, "Diplomacy. Wisdom. Aggression, only when provoked. Power, tempered with compassion for those less fortunate."

Speaking teasingly to Lylia, Cruxophim jests, "Well, I won't hold that against you."

Cruxophim raises his voice at Lylia in merry laughter.

Lylia begins chuckling at Cruxophim!

Vicimer rolls his eyes.

Lylia says, "Of them all, I would say my greatest strength is in my ability to secure beneficial connections. Unlike some candidates, I do not make lofty claims about following the 'wisest of the wise and highest of the high'..."

Cruxophim nods understandingly at Lylia.

Lylia examines her fingernails.

Lylia simply says, "Instead, I listen to the will of the people, for I am among them and do not hold myself apart."

Vicimer sniffs.

Lylia smiles at Cruxophim.

Lylia admits, "As for my weakness, it probably lies in my own confidence. I fear I shall have to contend with that again as this confidence has so far been well-placed during my first year."

Cruxophim pleasantly muses, "I, too, like to hold myself to the people."

Cruxophim glances meaningfully at a narrow stairway.

Lylia grins at Cruxophim.

Cruxophim grins at Lylia.

Lylia quips, "I suppose I could be mistaken sometimes, but when I feel I am, I find I am mistaken."

Speaking graciously to Lylia, Cruxophim contends, "Well said."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia asks, "I hope that answers your question?"

Speaking warmly to Lylia, Cruxophim remarks, "As always."

Cruxophim glances appraisingly around the room.

Cruxophim applauds warmly.

Renpaw bows to Cruxophim.

Maylan applauds loudly.

Cruxophim pleasantly praises, "Thank you, all."

Cruxophim just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Kipara!"

Kipara

Kipara just strode down a narrow stairway.

Lylia grins at Kipara.

Kipara bows respectfully before Renpaw, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Renpaw bows.

Maylan fidgets.

Maylan takes a drink from her Eldreth death-rum.

Maylan falls to the ground with a "thud". She doesn't appear to be moving.

Maylan suddenly confesses that she really does love halflings.

Kipara hoarsely says, "Good evening, I only have a question for Sir Vicimer."

Maylan closes her eyes and appears to fall asleep.

Maylan says she wants to be just like you.

Neopuron smiles.

Maylan awakens startled.

Kipara rubs Maylan tenderly.

Maylan surprisedly says, "Hmm."

Lylia nods at Maylan.

Vicimer looks thoughtfully at Maylan.

Speaking hoarsely to Vicimer, Kipara says, "You have spoken several times now of the evils that you believe plague The Landing."

Speaking hoarsely to Vicimer, Kipara asks, "Would you name these people specifically?"

Vicimer grins.

Vicimer slowly empties his lungs.

Vicimer asks, "Getting right to it, huh?"

Lylia smiles at Kipara.

Kipara hoarsely says, "I would like to make things as clear as crystal."

Kipara hoarsely says, "As to whom your enemies are."

Renpaw grins.

Vicimer says, "I'm all for clarity."

Lylia examines her fingernails.

Maylan closes her eyes and appears to fall asleep.

Kipara hoarsely asks, "Having a hard time thinking of names?"

Kipara hoarsely says, "You must know some."

Vicimer asks, "It's not a particular man or person who threatens us, but an idea. An idea that connections and buying favors can replace the needs of the poor and the efforts of those who labor. Did you see what happened when the candidates were announced? Millions poured in for the current mayor from the elite. No discussion. No opportunity for idea to be spread. Is that what we want, people deciding things for us?"

Vicimer says, "Every single one of those people. They're part of the problem."

Kipara hoarsely asks, "So then you only know your righteous gut tells you it is so then?"

Vicimer says, "A mayor who talks about protecting the children but is more interested in what the local locksmith is charging for services."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "Oh Vicimer! How can you say something so controversial yet so brave?!"

The drunken chinchilla edges a bit closer to Vicimer's foot, looking at him with a hungry twitch of its whiskers.

Maylan snores rhythmically in her sleep.

Vicimer asks, "Why? So she can pocket a few more silvers instead of visiting the local workers>?"

Lylia chuckles.

Renpaw gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "You think she's the only customer or whut?"

Lylia whispers something to Renpaw.

Kipara hoarsely says, "That's all I have, I'll leave you to continue boxing shadows."

Vicimer says, "The last mayor is well known for workign in black magics."

Kipara bows.

Vicimer asks, "Are you telling me that doesn't bring pain to the town?"

Kipara just strode up a narrow stairway.

Lylia glances at a narrow stairway.

Maylan says something softly in her sleep.

Renpaw nods.

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Vicimer says, "Lylia."

Vicimer says, "Cruxophim."

Vicimer says, "Each and every person who materially supports them."

Vicimer says, "All of them."

Vicimer suddenly snaps around, looking confused and rubbing his arm.

Maylan wakes up from her slumber.

Thin tendrils of peacock-hued flame rise from the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking hungrily at the air.

Renpaw rolls Maylan over.

Maylan says, "Weeeee."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Tell me something I haven't heard, Rone!"

Neopuron turns an inquisitive ear toward Vicimer.

Maylan sits up.

Speaking to Renpaw, Lylia asks, "Might I answer, as I have been proclaimed an 'enemy' by name?"

Lylia smiles at Renpaw.

Renpaw yells, "Canens!"

Renpaw says, "Yes, but briefly."

Canens

Lord Canens just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Canens bows.

Renpaw says, "One quick moment Canens."

Renpaw nods.

Lylia murmurs, "It is a pity you have named me an enemy, Vicimer. Chaston Griffin considered me an enemy. So did Drangell. Kragnack. Rysus, even, in the end, once madness had taken him."

Canens nods at Renpaw.

Maylan blinks at Lylia.

Lylia says, "I cannot say I am sorry it did not go well for them, as they meant both me and our town ill."

Lylia says, "It has been my privilege and my duty to protect that town. It still stands."

Maylan blurts, "And Maylan!"

Renpaw grins.

Renpaw nods at Canens.

Renpaw says, "Canens."

Lylia quietly says, "I expect to stand with it, in the end. But the voters will have their say in that."

Lylia inclines her head.

Vicimer flatly says, "Huh. A threat. How surprising."

Lylia smiles at Canens.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "AND give full consideration and respect to FLAX, she did!"

Canens says, "As a newer member of the Landing community, it is an honor to be able to ask a question near and dear to my heart......"

Maylan yells, "FLAX!"

Canens says, "This question will be for each of you."

Canens says, "As a mixed race member of Wehnimer's Landing, what are you willing to do to proect others such as me the next time a haughty, entitled aristocrat comes to town and demands the town be more like it used to be?"."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "FLAX ON!"

Canens tips his head back and takes a long draught from his bottle.

Renpaw says, "Neopuron, Vicimer, Lylia, Maylan."

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

Neopuron rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Canens clears his throat.

Lylia nods at Canens.

Neopuron says, "The town was founded for all races, not a select few."

Maylan grabs a bloodstained dark leather journal from one of the hollowed kiramon mandibles hanging from her leather bandolier.

Maylan carefully opens a bloodstained dark leather journal.

Neopuron says, "I believe its all our jobs to help preserve those ideas."

Canens nods.

Neopuron says, "It's a melting pot of races, religions, and beliefs and that's worth fighting for."

Neopuron says, "We have many vertical groups both in and around our town. I would seek work as horizontal catalyst across them all, in an effort to bring us all closer together."

Neopuron says, "To again hear all the sides, and strengthen as a whole. It s only together as one will we find great strength."

Renpaw nods.

Canens says, "I see."

Canens says, "Thank you."

Neopuron smiles.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Neopuron says, "And I will add..."

Neopuron says, "It used to be neighbor helping neighbor and strangers regardless of where they came from."

Renpaw turns an inquisitive ear toward Neopuron.

Neopuron says, "Its not like that so much theses days, and we all know it."

Neopuron says, "Its time for a change."

Renpaw grins.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Vicimer nods.

Speaking lightly to Canens, Vicimer says, "Good to see you again. I hope you're having as much fun this time."

Maylan fidgets.

Canens grins.

Canens says, "Indeed sir."

The drunken chinchilla finds a random scrap of trash on the floor and proceeds to chew it into an unidentifiable mess of shredded fragments.

Canens says, "But serious none the less this time."

Speaking to Canens, Vicimer says, "I don't think aristocrats should be making demands of anyone. It's ridiculous. We're surrounded by them, people who demand loyalty and fealty who don't deserve it, don't give it. The Landing should be a place where the common man or woman should feel safe, that they're not going to be harassed or bullied by anyone. Those who try to do so will be taught a lesson. I stand for the people, of all races, not the rich and entitled."

A faint rushing of air surrounds Maylan, accompanied by a sizzling noise, moments before peacock-hued flames erupt from her flyrsilk toqua, crowning her head in a brilliant corona. The fiery display swirls briefly before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Canens nods at Vicimer.

Neopuron nods at Vicimer.

Renpaw nods at Lylia.

Speaking to Canens, Lylia asks, "Are you familiar with the Church of Koar?"

Vicimer gazes in amusement at Lylia.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "Im familiar with the church of Koar!"

Canens says, "I am as part of the Order of Voln."

Canens nods at Lylia.

Lylia says, "Then you recall Chaston Griffin."

Maylan hisses.

Lylia says, "I fought against the pogroms of the Koarite prelate Chaston Griffin, who came so near to ending not only Wehnimer's Landing, but also Tamzyrr itself, which was his aim."

Renpaw extends a hand towards the drunken chinchilla and it snaps at him with its sharp yellow teeth, squeaking angrily.

Lylia says, "He established camps in our very town. If you were not here to witness, I was! I fought. Maylan did as well, as she healed me often."

Maylan enthusiastically nods her agreement, causing her hair to flutter around her face in a raven-sheened halo.

Renpaw extends a hand towards the drunken chinchilla and it snaps at him with its sharp yellow teeth, squeaking angrily.

Renpaw scowls at an obese drunken chinchilla.

Lylia says, "The Bleaklands were the ultimate result of this mad Koarite's search for what he called justice. This is what he would have made of us."

Lylia glares.

Maylan wags one finger at Renpaw in a no-no-no gesture.

The black ora ring on Neopuron's finger is momentarily engulfed in a shroud of darkness!

Lylia grimly intones, "Ashes. This is what he wished, and he came too close to succeeding because people believed blindly in a purportedly holy man's words."

Canens says, "This is perhaps where I hear the whispers of local sociiety perhaps not looking at me the same."

Canens nods at Lylia.

Lylia nods at Canens.

Lylia says, "It is. People still fear Chaston Griffin, though he is dead."

Canens says, "Being a relative new comer to town, I was somewhat alarmed by various "whispers" in town."

Lylia says, "And too many families are without sons, mothers, and daughters because of him."

Canens says, "But that history, tells me something."

Lylia quietly says, "The Faendryl understand what it is to face calumny and scorn. I shall do again what I did then, fighting against those who would press their brutish ideas of rough justice on a port town that derives its strength from its variety."

Lylia assures, "My people know better than most what this means."

Lylia says, "If you wish to learn more of Chaston Griffin, I welcome the chance to talk of him."

Neopuron asks, "What you mean my people?"

Lylia says, "I hope that answers your question."

Speaking to Neopuron, Lylia says, "I am Faendryl.."

Lylia smiles at Neopuron.

Neopuron says, "Ah."

Renpaw nods at Maylan.

Renpaw pushes on Maylan without much success.

Lylia diplomatically says, "We are...rather used to whispers and raised eyebrows."

Lylia smiles thinly.

Maylan lets out a yelp!

Maylan quietly peruses the pages in her dark leather journal with a contemplative look upon her face.

Neopuron nods.

Maylan clears her throat.

Lylia says, "How good it is that we do not face such blind prejudices here in the Landing."

Maylan glances at Lylia.

Lylia murmurs, "But I should give others a chance to speak."

Canens says, "It does tell me that you are aware of the possibility but my concern is when faced with such a demand from outter forces...what is the outcome."

Vicimer adopts an agreeable expression.

Canens nods at Lylia.

Maylan glances between Lylia and a bloodstained dark leather journal.

Lylia inclines her head.

Maylan nods.

Canens says, "Sorry Maylan, it is your turn..."

Maylan clears her throat.

Canens bows to Maylan.

Lylia coldly says, "I shall put them down as ruthlessly as Chaston Griffin."

Lylia nods once.

Vicimer raises an eyebrow.

Maylan monotonously drones, "For too long has our home been laid victim to frequent burnings, destruction of property, and mayhem. The forces of evil look upon our gem of a town and they wish to own us."

Maylan turns the page in her dark leather journal.

Maylan squints at a bloodstained dark leather journal.

Maylan monotonously drones, "Therefore, I have a five-point defensive upgrade plan which I shall now describe in detail."

Maylan monotonously drones, "Pause for applause."

Maylan glances around the room.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Winston for mayor!"

A pained expression crosses Canens's face.

Vicimer applauds.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Darcena yell, "Keep going! You've got this!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "You tell 'em Maylan!"

Maylan quietly peruses the pages in her dark leather journal with a contemplative look upon her face.

Canens tips his head back and takes a long draught from his bottle.
Canens looks rather relaxed.

Maylan monotonously drones, "Step One: Preemptively burn the town down, thus successfully preventing our enemies from burning the town down."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "I like five-pointed things!"

Maylan turns the page in her dark leather journal.

Maylan quietly peruses the pages in her dark leather journal with a contemplative look upon her face.

Maylan squints at a bloodstained dark leather journal.

Neopuron applauds.

Maylan says, "Erm."

Neopuron fidgets.

Maylan says, "That's all that I have written so far."

Maylan shrugs her shoulders, lifting her wings slightly.

Maylan says, "Ahm finished."

Maylan tucks a bloodstained dark leather journal into one of the hollowed kiramon mandibles hanging from her leather bandolier.

Canens says, "I see."

Renpaw gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "The greatest mind of our time!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Step 5 profit!"

Renpaw says, "So it seems..."

Lylia looks like she was about to say something to Maylan, but she hesitates, obviously having changed her mind.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Berkana yell, "Outstanding!"

Renpaw says, "Thank you Canens."

Canens says, "Well, thank you all for your thoughts."

Canens bows.

Canens takes a long swig from his bottle.
Canens looks rather relaxed.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Don't let the rum burn!"

Canens offers Maylan a spherical violet bottle of wine set with a silver harp.

Renpaw yells, "Snagg!"

Snagg

Novice Snagg just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Maylan accepts Canens's bottle of wine.

Speaking to Canens, Lylia says, "And thank you for asking a question."

Canens says, "You need this more than mee."

Maylan beams happily at Canens!

Snagg bows.

Canens nods at Maylan.

Maylan praises Canens.

Snagg asks, "I ask the following question to all the candidates: What will you do to strengthen our relations with our dwarven brothers and sisters in Zul Logoth and Teras Isle?"

Canens waves.

Maylan presses her bottle to her lips and gulps down something from within it.

Vicimer chuckles.

Lord Canens just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Cords of peacock-hued flame wind in and out of the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking at the air around her.

Lylia smiles at Snagg.

Snagg blushes a glowing shade of red.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "give them metal!"

Maylan takes a long swig from her bottle.

Renpaw says, "Vicimer, Maylan, Neopuron, Lylia."

Vicimer says, "Hi, Snagg."

Snagg bows to Vicimer.

Vicimer says, "Zul Logoth is a valuable trading partner. I'm impressed by the city under the mountain and their ingenuity."

Vicimer says, "Quite frankly, I see as competing with Ta'Illistim for their trade."

Vicimer says, "I want us to win that competition."

Snagg smiles.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "You tell em Vicimer! The Landing First!"

Vicimer says, "And I think we've seen positive things happen with Teras Isle."

Vicimer asks, "The more frequent ferries on the Star?"

Vicimer says, "That's a good thing."

Vicimer says, "The more connections with build with them, the better off we'll be."

Vicimer says, "And I think it starts with strengthening trade."

Renpaw nods.

Vicimer nods.

An obese drunken chinchilla yawns widely, revealing long yellowed incisors and a pale curving tongue. It completes its yawn with a long luxurious stretch, scanning the area with a languid disdain.

Maylan finds the chinchilla agreeable.

Maylan takes a swig from her bottle.
Maylan looks rather relaxed.

Maylan confusedly says, "Now I say things."

Speaking to Snagg, Maylan says, "I figure I'd use some powerful alchemical agents to grow myself a mighty fine beard."

Snagg smiles.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Hot!"

Speaking to Snagg, Maylan says, "Then I'd let various visiting ambassadors from dwarf town take turns braiding and decorating it."

Maylan nods.

Maylan says, "Ahm done."

Lylia gazes admiringly at Maylan.

Neopuron smiles.

Renpaw smirks.

Renpaw nods.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Goldstr yell, "Vote fer da Pegleg Lass!"

Maylan thumps her mop-fringed pegleg on the floor in three rapid successions.

Maylan exclaims, "That's me!"

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

Neopuron nods.

Neopuron says, "Well, I can do only so much.. Or could do."

Neopuron says, "Increase trade is a must."

Neopuron says, "But protecting it too, is a must."

Neopuron says, "We must support our militia in every way possible and band with neighboring forces to protect not only our own town, but also those that surround us on all sides."

Snagg nods.

Neopuron says, "Relationships are a must."

Neopuron says, "We are only as strong as our weakest link. Rone Wenheimer established this outpost because he saw an opportunity, an opportunity of commerce and trade."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Bravo!"

Neopuron says, "His ideals brought every race and every believer to a place where we don't discriminate against our fellow citizens. Therefore we (you and I) must be the way to preserve those ideals."

Maylan takes a swig from her bottle.

Neopuron says, "But I need again your help."

Snagg nods.

Neopuron exclaims, "And help protect.... Join the militia!"

Thin tendrils of peacock-hued flame rise from the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking hungrily at the air.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Except if they are rich and/or aristoracts and stuff!"

Neopuron nods.

Neopuron says, "Sadly."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "THE ARISTOCRATS!"

Neopuron says, "But there is hope."

Maylan takes a long swig from her bottle.

Neopuron beams happily at Maylan!

Lylia tilts her head up.

Lylia appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Maylan's eyes grow dim and unfocused as she gazes at Neopuron with a slack-jawed grin.

Neopuron asks, "Does that answer your question?"

Renpaw nods at Lylia.

Snagg nods.

Maylan tips her head back and takes a long draught from her bottle.
Maylan looks rather relaxed.

Lylia smiles at Snagg.

Snagg blushes a glowing shade of red.

Lylia simply admits, "You are right. I have been remiss in not seeking out closer relations with the masters of mines and metals, both in Zul Logoth and beneath the cloud-wreathed shadow of Stormbrow."

Lylia says, "While those more frequent trips the Town Council and I have arranged for the Glaesen Star help bring us closer together across the waters, it is only the beginning."

Speaking to Lylia, Maylan corrects, "Dwarf town."

Lylia agrees, "Yes, the Dwarven town."

Speaking to Lylia, Vicimer says, "Those trips are to your credit."

Vicimer nods.

Lylia says, "I envision a bustling port town that is the confluence of trade from all quarters. We would not be complete without Dwarven artistry and skill."

Maylan takes a long swig from her bottle.
Maylan looks rather relaxed.

(Lylia addresses Snagg as if she hadn't heard anyone else.)

Lylia says, "I shall do all I can to make this happen -- with the full support of our local merchants and the Town Council, that is."

Snagg smiles.

Lylia softly says, "I would like to count on your help with this, if I could."

Lylia notes, "If I should be re-elected, that is."

Snagg adopts an agreeable expression.

Lylia inclines her head.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "I want a second boat to Teras!"

Renpaw says, "Thank you Snagg."

Snagg says, "Thank you, Renpaw."

Maylan gurgles slightly as she takes a drink straight from her bottle.
Maylan looks rather relaxed.

Lylia says, "Thank you."

Lylia bows to Snagg.

Renpaw yells, "Tlaja!"

Snagg says, "Thank you, Candidates."

Speaking to herself, Maylan says, "Thank you Maylan."

Maylan gurgles slightly as she takes a drink straight from her bottle.

Neopuron nods.

Snagg bows to Lylia.

Novice Snagg just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Tlaja!"

Lylia glances at a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Ran away I see."

Lylia says, "Perhaps she had her questions answered."

Vicimer rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Renpaw says, "Let the record and towncrier show, Tlaja is a nanny nanny quitter."

Renpaw yells, "Balley!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "Noted!"

Maylan starts chortling.

Lylia chuckles.

Vicimer surprisedly asks, "A nanny NANNY quitter?"

The drunken chinchilla skulks about looking distinctly bored at its surroundings.

Renpaw says, "Double nanny. Tier 2 quitter."

Maylan winces.

Vicimer slowly empties his lungs.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Canens yell, "Maylan careful of that wine I gave you, its from Aldora, it is rather potent!"

Balley

Gypsy Scribe Balley just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Balley softly asks, "My question is for all of you. If you became mayor, what are your plans in regards to possible threats such as Stone, Raznel, and Vaalorians? Or are you going to focus on threats you perceive are here in Landing?"

Maylan yells, "Pffffffffffffffffffffff is water!"

Maylan takes a swig from her bottle.

Maylan presses her bottle to her lips and gulps down something from within it.

Maylan belches.

Maylan takes a drink from her Eldreth death-rum.
Maylan falls to the ground with a "thud". She doesn't appear to be moving.

A heavy shudder passes through Maylan, but she remains helplessly stunned.

Maylan asks if you have seen her mother.

A heavy shudder passes through Maylan, but she remains helplessly stunned.

Maylan suddenly confesses that she really does love halflings.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Maylan's only threat is sobriety!"

Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "I never met your mother."

Maylan teeters for a moment, then suddenly her eyes roll back into her head.

Speaking sadly to Lylia, Maylan says, "Nor have I."

Balley softly asks, "Did you hear my question?"

Lylia nods sympathetically.

Vicimer uncertainly says, "Alcohol can be a threat to some..."

Speaking confusedly to Balley, Maylan says, "Huh."

Lylia says, "I did. I am awaiting the Judge's ordering of the answers."

Lylia nods at Balley.

Vicimer agrees with Lylia.

Balley grins.

Like embers trapped beneath the grating of a brazier, the peacock-hued flames held hostage within the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua fitfully brighten and dim with a slow but insistent rhythm.

Lylia gives a sidelong glance at Renpaw.

Balley nervously giggles.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Wakeup Renpaw!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Old goat!"

Cruxophim just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Cruxophim procures a smooth columnar violet amethyst from a cubbyhole inside the ebonwood kit.

Cruxophim move to Maylan's side and waves his columnar violet amethyst at Maylan.
Cruxophim lowers his hand.

Cruxophim just climbed up a narrow stairway.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Somone down there make an executive decision on the order, then!"

Lylia says, "Perhaps the other candidates would agree to go in order without the judge's --"

Renpaw flails his arms about.

Lylia nods in agreement.

Balley giggles.

Renpaw says, "Lylia, Neopuron,Vicimer, Maylan."

Renpaw nods.

Lylia says, "Excellent."

Lylia smiles.

Lylia turns to face Balley.

Lylia says, "I do not consider the Vaalorans a threat. The nation-state of Ta'Vaalor is not comparable to a witch, nor still to a self-styled 'Blood God.'."

Lylia says, "Threats occur not when nation-states are near, for they are always present, and always, a small frontier town would be overwhelmed, were they to seek to crush it."

Balley smiles at Lylia.

Lylia smiles.

Lylia explains, "Therefore, we are better off seeing to it that crushing us is less valuable than letting us go our own way."

Lylia notes, "This is the core of 'soft power'."

Maylan fidgets.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "BRAVA!"

Balley smiles.

Lylia says, "But as for Raznel...I would like to take the fight to her as we did to Kragnack."

Lylia turns around.

(Lylia raises her voice slightly so the crowd can hear.)

Lylia exclaims, "You heard me! We take the fight to her! Elect a 'witch' to kill a witch!"

Lylia raises her fist defiantly.

Vicimer raises an eyebrow.

Neopuron blinks.

Lylia nods once.

Balley grins.

Renpaw nods.

Lylia says, "As for Stone, he is unpredictable. I do not presume to guess his motives or means."

Lylia says, "We shall see."

Lylia nods once.

Maylan says, "I'm hungry."

Maylan stands up.

Land Pirate Maylan just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Lylia says, "I am done."

An obese drunken chinchilla scurries off.

Lylia glances at a narrow stairway.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "We can get you some vitals from Helga after the debate!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "I think she has low blood sugar and has to be careful!"

Land Pirate Maylan just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Maylan sits down.

Maylan grunts.

Maylan takes a bite of her cherry doughnut.

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

An obese drunken chinchilla scurries into the room.

Neopuron says, "That is a question that covers much."

Neopuron says, "But I will try in the little time I have."

Neopuron says, "We have no quarrel last i checked with Ta'Vaalor."

Neopuron says, "Our current stance or should I say our position on all treaties and agreements should be review again and reassessed. And something I wish to seek out immediately upon taking office."

Maylan takes a bite of her cherry doughnut.

Renpaw says, "Maybe not Ta'Day but who knows about Ta'Morrow."

Renpaw snickers to himself.

(Lylia eyes the chinchilla with the kind of cold disgust more often reserved for something scraped off the bottom of a shoe with a long, sturdy stick.)

Neopuron nods.

Neopuron says, "Very much so."

Maylan glances between Lylia and an obese drunken chinchilla.

Maylan takes a bite of her cherry doughnut.

Neopuron says, "Stone and Raznel, are a threat, that we should be vigilant and ever watchful and mindful of."

Neopuron says, "But we should always be vigilant to maintain the security of our small town. So that ALL are safe, and not just a few."

Renpaw nods.

From the shoulders of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, arabesques of peacock-hued flame sizzle across the fabric of the toqua in meandering patterns.

Maylan takes a bite of her cherry doughnut.

Maylan offers a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut to an obese drunken chinchilla and it snatches it from her hand and scurries off, watching everybody with a wary distrustfulness as it begins to gnaw on the donut.

The drunken chinchilla gnaws voraciously at a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut, its eyes darting back and forth, scanning for potential threats.

Finished with a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut, the drunken chinchilla makes a cursory pass of its paws over its whiskers, browsing the ground for any remaining crumbs.

Renpaw says, "Here Ta'Day...gone Ta'Mori..."

Renpaw snickers to himself.

Neopuron exclaims, "Not on my watch!"

Maylan's eyes grow dim and unfocused as she gazes at Renpaw with a slack-jawed grin.

Balley giggles.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Vicimer nods.

Lylia nods at Neopuron.

Vicimer says, "Problems on the inside give rise to problems from the outside."

Vicimer says, "It's no coincidence we have had invasions and threats and dangers when our leadership openly practices the dark arts and seeks the Occult. When that is your focus, you lose sight of the fact there are very real enemies right here in front of us."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "You tell em Vicimer! Vicimer for the people!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Calumny!"

Vicimer says, "Poverty. Disease. Starvation. Inadequate housing. Unemployment."

Lylia folds her hands.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "Atleast vicimer has one ally in this town! Too bad it's Nehor!"

Vicimer says, "Are we better off? Are we safer with a mayor who thinks they're the bulwark against those who wish us harm? To elect a 'witch' to save us? I say we are not. I say we need to send a message to the ruling class and make a change."

Lylia whispers something to Neopuron.

Renpaw grins.

Renpaw says, "Maylan."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "There's no correlations between dark arts and the housing market!"

Maylan lets out a yelp!

Maylan stands up.

Taking each side of her flyrsilk toqua in hand, Maylan swishes the peacock-hued fire-drenched fabric of her toqua back and forth, casting a shower of blazing sparks into the air accompanied by a whisper like that of a candle flame whipped by the wind.

Balley giggles.

Maylan outragedly says, "The kiramon gonna die."

Maylan ominously proclaims, "The town guards, militia, and all available resources will immediately be allocated to the systematic destruction and genocide of the Kiramon hive-mind currently residing in Darkstone Castle."

Vicimer adopts an agreeable expression.

Neopuron grins.

Maylan states, "Helga, the town barkeep, shall be volunteered as human bait."

Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "Yes!!!"

Maylan nods.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ysharra yell, "Is she human? Have we had that checked?"

Maylan says, "Quin Telaren shall be appointed as the Mayor's personal bodyguard in order to ensure her comfort and safety."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "That's a lot of bait!"

Maylan says, "And finally."

Lylia grins slowly at Maylan.

Renpaw gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Maylan says, "Membership in the town militia shall be mandatory for all citizens. And the final directive of the militia shall be to kill the Rodnay creature."

Maylan nods.

Maylan says, "Ahm done."

Maylan sits down.

Lylia looks like she was about to say something to Maylan, but she hesitates, obviously having changed her mind.

Renpaw says, "Thank you Balley."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Boooo!"

Balley softly says, "Thank you for your answers."

Speaking to herself, Maylan says, "Thank you Maylan."

Lylia nods appreciatively at Balley.

Renpaw yells, "Chamorr!"

Gypsy Scribe Balley just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Chamorr

Lord Chamorr just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Lylia nods at Chamorr.

Speaking heartily to Renpaw, Chamorr says, "Howdy judge."

Renpaw says, "Bear."

Renpaw nods.

Chamorr heartily says, "I has a few questions fer each."

Chamorr points at Vicimer.

Speaking heartily to Vicimer, Chamorr asks, "Are you runnin for Mayor of the Landing?"

Renpaw says, "Please, consolidate your question if you can. It's late."

Vicimer puzzledly says, "Yes."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Katze yell, "Yay consolidation!"

Speaking heartily to Vicimer, Chamorr says, "The whole town,or just who ya think deservs it."

Renpaw says, "I recognize judgement when I hear it."

Maylan lies down.

Maylan closes her eyes and appears to fall asleep.

Renpaw snickers to himself.

Renpaw rolls Maylan over while she sleeps. Maylan did not wake up.

Speaking tenaciously to Chamorr, Vicimer says, "The entire Landing."

From the shoulders of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, arabesques of peacock-hued flame sizzle across the fabric of the toqua in meandering patterns.

Chamorr points at Renpaw.

Speaking heartily to Vicimer, Chamorr says, "Hes the guy that teaches lessons here."

Maylan awakens startled.
Chamorr just kicked Maylan!

Maylan lets out a yelp!

Maylan whines at Chamorr!

Vicimer glances askance at Chamorr.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "Hey now! Violence solves nothing!"

Speaking heartily to Maylan, Chamorr says, "You plan to be drunk the whole time yer mayor."

Speaking to Chamorr, Maylan says, "Yarp."

Maylan belches.

Chamorr heartily says, "Awesome."

Renpaw asks, "Further questions?"

Renpaw peers quizzically at Chamorr.

The black ora ring on Neopuron's finger is momentarily engulfed in a shroud of darkness!

Cruxophim fades into visibility.
Cruxophim move to Maylan's side and waves his columnar violet amethyst at Maylan.
Cruxophim lowers his hand.

Cruxophim chuckles.

Cruxophim just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Maylan yells, "Nice try!"

Speaking heartily to Lylia, Chamorr says, "I disagree with you on alot, but the town is still standin."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Not enough stones in the Landing!"

Lylia replies, "I know you do. And I value disagreement. We still fight alongside one another, shoulder to shoulder, when the need arises."

Lylia smiles.

Speaking heartily to Lylia, Chamorr says, "You gonna keep doin what uer doin."

Lylia simply says, "Yes. And more of it."

The drunken chinchilla sidles closer to Maylan, eyeing her with the expectant look of a creature accustomed to handouts.

Speaking heartily to Neopuron, Chamorr says, "I dont really no you, so no questions sorry."

Neopuron smiles.

Speaking heartily to Renpaw, Chamorr says, "Done."

Renpaw nods.

Lord Chamorr just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Darcena!"

Darcena

Lady Darcena just strode down a narrow stairway.

(Darcena yawns widely, her fangs glinting and the corner of her eyes crinkling, then shakes her head briskly.)

Neopuron smiles.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "YAY!"

Lylia smiles at Darcena.

Darcena seriously says, "I have two equally important questions for all here. The first, how do you plan to support the hard-working individuals who run Co-operative Houses of Elanthia and Meeting Hall Organizations within Wehnimer s Landing? Second, I would like to know how you plan to address the deli-- vicious roltons that continue to invade our town through our wide open and unattended gates."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Chew them up Darcy!"

Darcena mischievously murmurs, "I could be persuaded and paid to help you keep the population down."

Darcena cocks her head.

Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.

Darcena takes a drink from her abyran'ra skull.

Darcena takes a bite of her rolton leg.

Lylia glances at Renpaw.

Maylan drunkenly says, "I go first."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "I suggest releasing wild waern, that should curb them!"

Speaking to Maylan, Vicimer says, "Go ahead."

Renpaw says, "Maylan, Vicimer, Lylia, Neopuron."

Maylan says, "First one."

Maylan sits up.

Maylan grunts.

Darcena nods encouragingly at Maylan.

Darcena tucks a small abyran'ra skull into a large pocket inside of her black leather coat.

Darcena takes a bite of her rolton leg.

Maylan says, "I do not plan to suppor the cooperative houses or the meeting hall organizations in any fashion, as they already have enough support."

Darcena wrinkles her nose.

Darcena sniffs at Maylan.

Maylan says, "I will, however, implement a meeting tax so as to feed the rum fund."

Darcena grumbles.

Maylan says, "The rum fund is of course voracious."

Speaking to Maylan, Darcena says, "Make it stout."

Darcena folds her arms over her chest.

Maylan proclaims, "As to the roltons."

Speaking to Maylan, Darcena whispers aloud, "And then invite me."

Darcena wiggles her eyebrows at Maylan.

Maylan says, "I shall employ a piper who will mesmerize the roltons, and we'll lead em over to Icemule."

Maylan says, "Ahm done."

Darcena scoffs at Maylan.

Darcena grumbles.

Darcena murmurs, "I'll starve."

Darcena turns to face Vicimer.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Speaking to Darcena, Maylan says, "You'll dine on the runner up."

Maylan nods at Darcena.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "I play bagpipes!"

Maylan yells, "Yer hired!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kobane yell, "Yah keep y'roltons down here, I say thankya!"

Renpaw yells, "You ARE a bagpipe!"

Darcena growls at Renpaw.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Your face is a bagpipe!"

Vicimer dryly says, "It's not surprising Maylan wouldn't support the Houses, she's a member of the Icemule House."

Renpaw yells, "Your face makes me want to Pukk!"

Renpaw snickers to himself.

Vicimer says, "The Houses of Elanthia as well as the Meeting Hall Organizations inject so much culture and liveliness into the town. They have my full support and assistance where I can lend it."

Darcena surprisedly murmurs, "Oh, that's vicious."

Maylan says, "Yarr, and former officer."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Pukk yell, "Damn straight!"

Renpaw says, "Judge rules, Judge wins."

Darcena snorts derisively at Renpaw!

Renpaw says, "Pardon my interruption."

Vicimer says, "And I know it's fun to joke about roltons getting into town, but I was talking to a citizen the other day who was assailed by a troll. That is not funny. The guard towers must be on constant watch. It's inexcusable for a dangerous creature to get in the walls."

Renpaw says, "I'm senile at times."

Speaking seriously to Vicimer, Darcena says, "Roltons are no joke."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Felita yell, "Good one Judge!"

Speaking to Vicimer, Darcena says, "You speak around the issue and then mock my concern."

Darcena folds her arms over her chest.

Speaking to Darcena, Vicimer asks, "Are you saying people don't joke about it?"

Vicimer says, "I don't. But others do."

Darcena insistently exclaims, "I don't!"

Darcena grabs a rolton leg from a small pocket inside of her black leather coat.

Darcena takes a bite of her rolton leg.

Maylan exclaims, "Rabble rabble!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Anyieh yell, "Maybe if the guard wasn't always drunk it would help!"

Maylan says, "RABBLE RABBLE."

Vicimer says, "Neither do I. As I said. It's inexcusable for dangerous creatures to get through the walls."

Neopuron grins slowly.

Where the hem of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua nears the floor, brilliant peacock-hued skiens erupt in tendrils that skitter outward and die in wisps of smoke.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "I eat trolls! And... other things that get in the walls!! Just lemme at 'em!"

Darcena yells, "Only if we do it together!"

Darcena smirks.

Renpaw nods at Lylia.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Berkana yell, "Tick tock!"

Speaking to Darcena, Lylia replies, "The Great Houses and meeting hall organizations do outstanding work. As an officer of the Faendryl Enclave and of House Brigatta myself, I know how much effort these groups put into every event they host. Should they need more support, they shall have it. If there is anything you feel they lack, let us talk about that."

Darcena asks, "Have you held meetings with the officers of all the relevant organizations within town and asked them that yourself?"

Darcena peers quizzically at Lylia.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Good on ya Darcena!"

Vicimer glances at Lylia.

Renpaw says, "Out of order."

Renpaw says, "I object."

Renpaw says, "Overruled."

Darcena grumbles.

Lylia says, "All? No. Those who have sought me? Absolutely."

Neopuron blinks.

Renpaw says, "Answer please."

Darcena begins to breathe less deeply.

Vicimer smirks.

Maylan exclaims, "Kangaroo court!"

Maylan declares, "Shenanigans!"

Lylia mildly says, "I am not in the habit of chasing people down to ask if they need help. I believe them to be quite capable of finding my office."

Lylia smiles at Darcena.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "No Justice, No Peas!"

Darcena examines her fingernails.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Lightning round! Ten second answers or we call down the thunder! Last one standing wins!"

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

Lylia adds, "As for the roltons, I believe it is best to rely on the townsfolk to do what they do best and put down these creatures when they wander too close. The guards aim their arrows outside the town; we shall take care of them within the gates. You seem more than capable."

Lylia gazes admiringly at Darcena.

Neopuron smiles.

Darcena preens.

Darcena takes a bite of her rolton leg.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Caels yell, "All we hear anymore is "Blah, blah, blah, I'm a dirty rolton!" And Maylan brought the kangaroos."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "Stop killing the roltons! You're lucky I can't do 4 hours of Wall of Force and Heroism!"

Lylia gives a sigh of resignation.

Darcena yells, "It's not my fault some people asked 15 questions!"

Darcena grumbles.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Rolton lives don't matter!"

Neopuron says, "Thats a good one, as I am in an office, in a few myself."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "It was 4!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Berkana yell, "You don't have to emulate them!"

Neopuron says, "But as mayor,"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "Cake or death?!"

Lylia tilts her head up.

Darcena yells, "I'll take your advice under consideration, Berkana."

Darcena scoffs.

Neopuron says, "We if elected, I will turn this office into an office of the voice of the Landing s people. Town hall meetings are meant for the town's people to voice their concerns and ask questions."

The drunken chinchilla skulks about looking distinctly bored at its surroundings.

Renpaw nods.

Neopuron says, "I will invite a representative of every local house and hall to bring light to the needs and concerns from every platform, instead of several select few who whisper in my ear what they think I want to hear."

Neopuron says, "True change and prosperity is not affected in the effort of one person, but of a community willing to put aside their differences and work together towards a common goal - The Goals of the People."

Neopuron says, "As for the deli."

Neopuron grins slowly.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "No roltons for you Darcena!"

Renpaw grins.

Lylia clears her throat.

Darcena glances at Lylia.

Darcena snickers.

Renpaw says, "Thank you Darcena."

Neopuron says, "Perhaps we can post volunteers at the gates."

Darcena nods slowly at Neopuron.

Darcena smiles at Renpaw.

Lady Darcena just strode up a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Katze!"

Renpaw groans.

Neopuron asks, "Would you like to be the first?"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Anyieh yell, "Fire the guard and hire someone who does the job right!"

Katze

Lord Katze just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Neopuron chuckles.

Lylia smiles.

Maylan yells, "Booooooooo!"

Katze stretches.

Lylia nods at Katze.

Katze smiles slightly and approaches the candidates.

Katze laces his fingers behind his back and stands at rigid attention.

Maylan yells, "Promote Sleepy!"

Renpaw turns an inquisitive ear toward Katze.

Speaking to Lylia, Maylan exclaims, "Give em a raise!"

Katze clearly says, "Some of you already know me. For those that have not had the pleasure, I am Elder Katze of House Ta'Mori and I appreciate each of you taking a moment to walk alongside me on this journey in pursuit of knowledge."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "Make way for the magnanimous Cats!"

Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "That is a possibility."

Katze grimaces as his sleek black cavy suddenly cranes around his face to see something, its paw anchored onto his nose. A sudden slip sends the rodent flailing and clinging wildly to Katze's front before scrambling back up to his shoulder with an embarrassed and sulky squeak.

Katze confidently reasons, "In order for a town to continue to thrive and grow it must undertake constant changes. For example both new and renewable infusions of funds are required. This is for all candidates, if elected to Mayor, where do you see short comings in the use of the town's funds and what ideas might you have for addition revenue to fund the Landing's growth?"

Speaking to Katze, Maylan says, "Mister, I'm not walking anywhere."

Renpaw says, "The hour is beyond late, and your no Azure Sun, so proceed to your question."

Katze shifts his eyes to Renpaw.

Renpaw nods.

Katze nods once.

Renpaw says, "Lylia, Maylan, Vicimer, Neopuron."

Katze laces his fingers behind his back and stands at rigid attention.

Katze shifts his eyes to Lylia.

Lylia says, "You are quite right; change is a constant. I have done some work already to bring in more funding through the shipyards; our dock-workers have profited from building Praxopius' vessels, which we then used to hammer Kragnack and scour Glaoveln."

A subtle stirring of the air about Maylan tugs at the peacock-hued flames enveloping her, teasing thin threads of fire from the flyrsilk toqua.

Katze turns an inquisitive ear toward Lylia.

Lylia says, "As for shortcomings, we are in crying need of better education."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Yes!"

Speaking to Katze, Lylia asks, "Do you know the orphans cannot even muster simple cantrips or wield knives to defend themselves?"

Lylia shakes her head.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "Send em to the warriors guild...that'll learn em!"

Katze thoughtfully admits, "I was not aware the situation was so dire."

Lylia exclaims, "Some people are not even aware of the name 'Chaston Griffin' or why we should mistrust holy men promising justice!"

Maylan chants, "Knives for orphans, knives for orphans!"

Lylia nods at Maylan.

Vicimer scoffs.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Knives for Orphans, Step in Time!"

Speaking to Katze, Lylia says, "I shall not test everyone's patience further. The docks shall make us prosperous; education shall keep us that way in the long term."

Renpaw nods at Maylan.

Katze nods once.

Maylan says, "Alrighty."

Katze turns an inquisitive ear toward Maylan.

Katze shifts his eyes to Maylan.

Speaking to Katze, Maylan says, "I know this fella over near Solhaven."

Maylan nods.

Maylan says, "He has an inheritance coming his way. But you see, he has to pay an inheritance fee to collect it."

Speaking to Katze, Maylan says, "But he and I, we worked out an agreement."

Maylan nods sagely.

Speaking to Katze, Maylan exclaims, "So as Mayor I'll use the town coffers to pay his acceptance fee, and then he will gift us HALF of his entire sum!"

Speaking to Katze, Maylan exclaims, "For a measly 5,000 silvers we will profit 5 million!"

Maylan says, "Leave it to Maylan to come up with such ideas, aye."

Maylan says, "But I won't stop there oh no."

Lylia murmurs, "Remarkable. I once paid a man two hundred thousand silvers for nothing at all. Not even a play..."

Renpaw shakes his head.

Maylan says, "Once we have the funds in hand, we're ALL GOING TO THE DRAGON BONES TABLE."

Maylan applauds.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Nehor yell, "Poor judgment, I see!"

(Lylia casts a brief, reproachful look toward the balcony.)

Maylan says, "AHM FINISHED."

Maylan stands up.

Sweeping both hands behind the folds of her flyrsilk toqua, Maylan grasps her hands behind her back, temporarily holding the fabric behind her. She gives a deep bow before straightening up, allowing the garment to fall back to its normal shape. Waves of peacock-hued fire flow along the hem and folds of the flyrsilk toqua, blazing their way across its surface before returning to their normal intensity.

Maylan sits down.

Katze nods once at Maylan.

Speaking thoughtfully to Maylan, Katze admits, "Interesting approach."

Vicimer piously says, "It would be great to teach kids how to knife fight, I guess, but they would probably would rather have a regular meal. Spectres of the past don't fill stomachs."

Katze shifts his eyes to Vicimer.

Katze turns an inquisitive ear toward Vicimer.

Speaking to Renpaw, Lylia asks, "Could we open the books, please, and let the record show I donated four million to the orphanage last year and two million, so far, this year?"

Lylia clears her throat.

Vicimer deliberately says, "I understand there is a guild nearby that can harness certain magics to make normally unsafe beings not a threat to the town. If that's true, they shouldn't have to hide it. They can register for use of these magics and the town will benefit. If it's true."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "You're wrong about specters!"

Vicimer says, "The best way to improve the town's ledgers is through taxes. The best way to collect more taxes is to create more jobs."

Vicimer says, "The more people work, the more money is generated."

Vicimer says, "Public works."

The drunken chinchilla finds a random scrap of trash on the floor and proceeds to chew it into an unidentifiable mess of shredded fragments.

Vicimer says, "It's wonderful to give a pittance of your fortune to shantytown, but they need jobs."

Katze says, "Elaborate on your plan for Public works."

Maylan exclaims, "Tax the people, but support the elite Cooperative Houses, I see!"

Lylia chuckles.

Lylia grins at Maylan.

Maylan says, "Interesting strategy."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Calumny!"

Vicimer asks, "The Landing is growing, is it not?"

Vicimer says, "We need roads. We need buildings."

Vicimer says, "The docks may need expanding soon."

Vicimer says, "We can hire our people here or we can contract the labor out to Solhaven."

Vicimer says, "I know which I prefer."

Lylia adds, "And what I accomplished."

Lylia nods graciously at Vicimer.

Katze nods once at Vicimer.

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

Speaking to Lylia, Vicimer asks, "Then why did you need to donate that money for, exactly?"

Vicimer asks, "If you pulled that off?"

Lylia asks, "To the orphanage?"

Neopuron asks, "I just want to be sure of the question, may it be repeated?"

Lylia asks, "Do you favor working the orphans at the docks?"

Lylia raises an eyebrow.

Where the hem of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua nears the floor, brilliant peacock-hued skiens erupt in tendrils that skitter outward and die in wisps of smoke.

Lylia says, "That money went to the Wellington Home. The jobs were for families."

Lylia slowly explains, "With parents. And children."

Vicimer says, "If the economy was doing so well, the orphanage would not be so reliant on people's donations."

Vicimer says, "That seems pretty basic."

Renpaw asks, "In order for a town to continue to thrive and grow it must undertake constant changes. For example both new and renewable infusions of funds are required. This is for all candidates, if elected to Mayor, where do you see short comings in the use of the town's funds and what ideas might you have for addition revenue to fund the Landing's growth?"

Renpaw nods at Neopuron.

Maylan chants, "Knives for orphans, knives for orphans."

Neopuron says, "I find it had to really answer that because don't know the state of the fund. Not information that has been shared with me."

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw says, "Thank you Katze."

Neopuron says, "I do believe we should shop local."

Katze says, "Thank you candidates."

Neopuron says, "Build local though."

Katze nods once.

Lord Katze just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Nehor!"

Lylia nods appreciatively.

Maylan applauds loudly.

Lylia gives a sidelong glance at Maylan.

Nehor

Great Lord Nehor just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Nehor proudly announces, "I am here."

Nehor strikes a heroic pose.

Nehor crisply says, "I shall keep my questions short and to the point."

Nehor turns to face Vicimer.

Speaking calmly to Vicimer, Nehor asks, "Sir. Your campaign seems to have the momentum of a runaway rail cart. Why is it that you feel you are so popular with the common folk?"

Lylia grins slowly at Maylan.

Lylia nods at Maylan.

Vicimer says, "A tough question, but a fair one."

Lylia holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Nehor nods in agreement.

Vicimer says, "There's no one single answer."

Vicimer says, "Some voters respond to my integrity."

Nehor admits, "You have much of that, it is clear."

Vicimer says, "Others are more impressed by my incorruptability."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Then ya shoulda had yer shill pick an easier question!"

Vicimer exclaims, "Still others are impressed by my determination to serve the lowest and the least and take back the Landing from those who hold it for their own!"

Speaking seriously to Vicimer, Nehor accuses, "Yet how do you respond to those who say you are both forthright and handsome...naming those as your best qualities?"

Vicimer seriously says, "Those people sell me too short. This is not a contest of appeal. It is a contest of ideas."

Nehor nods once.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "SHILL!"

Nehor sagely says, "Bravely put, Hero Vicimer."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Moderator moderate!"

Nehor asks, "A follow up for the rest of them! In what ways do YOU think you could be more like our hero Vicimer?"

(Lylia keeps her face carefully composed, but a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth and barely concealed mirth in her eyes betray her thoughts.)

Nehor says, "That is all."

Nehor nods firmly.

Renpaw says, "No one feel compelled to answer that."

Neopuron blinks.

Sweeping his arm outward, Nehor bows low in a grand fashion.

Maylan belches.

Nehor theatrically declares, "I exit, stage left!"

Great Lord Nehor just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Renpaw yells, "Travax!"

Travax

Travax just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Maylan says, "The Travax tax is the best kinda vax."

Maylan wildly swats at the air around her, nearly knocking herself in the head.

Travax says, "Good morning all."

The black ora ring on Neopuron's finger is momentarily engulfed in a shroud of darkness!

Neopuron nods.

Lylia smiles at Travax.

Lylia says, "Good morning."

Travax turns to face Neopuron.

Renpaw turns an inquisitive ear toward Travax.

Neopuron smiles.

Speaking to Neopuron, Travax asks, "This may be trivial compared to the excellent questions and answers previous, however, Neoupuron you stated that you had many advisors? How many?"

Speaking to Neopuron, Travax asks, "There is room for one position so will you give the others a salary or will they work for free and drain more from the town's coffers?"

Neopuron rubs his chin thoughtfully.

The drunken chinchilla snuffles along the edges of the room, picking up a coating of fluff and dust.

Neopuron says, "Well, I have a few on my staff now."

Thin tendrils of peacock-hued flame rise from the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking hungrily at the air.

Neopuron says, "But it's a voluntary basis and if funds are distributed, they are from my own personal coffers."

Travax nods.

Neopuron says, "They are a handful of knowledgeable and dedicated people."

Travax says, "Exactly what I wanted to hear."

Neopuron says, "With years of experience and service."

Travax smiles.

Neopuron says, "Ready to serve the landing just as I am."

Lylia smiles.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Secrete puppetmasters! What are you hiding down there!"

Maylan searches around for a moment.

Maylan shrugs her shoulders, lifting her wings slightly.

Travax asks, "Excellent,now to all of you I ask will the counsel's salaries remain the same or will there be raises? Will there be more jobs made available for the poor so they will not have to rely on charity and gain some dignity? And finally what do you plan to do for the children aside from donations. Will more housing be built?"

Maylan blinks at Travax.

Maylan glances at Renpaw.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Flax of course!"

Renpaw says, "Maylan, Lylia, Vicimer."

Maylan clears her throat.

Maylan says, "As Mayor I will greatly increase the economic well-being of Shanty Town residents. In order to accomplish this, I shall move the Mayor's Office directly into the heart of the Shanty Town in order to live among the very people I will be tasked to help."

Maylan nods.

Maylan says, "In order to make room for the new Mayor's office, Shanty Town shall be relocated to the Elven Village."

Lylia gazes with interest at Maylan.

Maylan says, "And naturally..."

Travax says, "Thats a huge and expensive undertaking."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Move the shantians into the soon to be abandoned MHO and CHE buildings!"

Maylan says, "In order to accommodate the Shanty Town citizens, the Elven Village shall be relocated to Moot Hall."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Relocate Shanty Town to Darkstone! Plenty of room there!"

Speaking to Travax, Maylan says, "Funding is no issue thanks to my Solhaven connection and talent with the Dragonbones."

Renpaw gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Renpaw nods at Lylia.

Lylia says, "I have one official advisor, and he does not require coin from me."

Lylia tilts her head up.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "I was there! She turned my mon.. er, nevermind!"

Lylia dryly remarks, "I do not set the Town Council's wages; they set their own, which is why it mystifies me why we lose so many of them as it seems a very congenial job in that regard."

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Lylia says, "As for jobs being made available to those who are without them, yes, that has been my stated goal all along, and it is something I have gone some way to accomplish. I do not believe, as some of my opponents might, that children should be forced to work, so those who are without family must rely on charity as they learn the skills that will support them as adults."

Lylia continues, "Which is where their education comes in."

Travax nods at Lylia.

Travax adopts an agreeable expression.

Lylia says, "We talk of 'the poor' and of 'the children' as though they are one...sort of..lump."

(Lylia waves a hand in an elegant gesture to describe an inelegant lump.)

Lylia says, "These are individuals. They must be seen this way."

Maylan says, "My beloved lumpy children."

Lylia says, "Not as 'the poor.' 'The children.' Some children are wealthy, others are not. Some have families, others do not. One solution does not fit all."

Lylia takes a deep breath.

Renpaw nods at Vicimer.

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Vicimer flatly says, "The council should not be awarding themselves raises when so many of our people are destitute. If they continue to do so, it would not be inappropriate to hold a referendum."

Travax agrees with Vicimer.

Travax says, "I have seen that happen far too often."

Renpaw says, "Thank you Travax."

Vicimer says, "And, as I've said, I believe in public works as a way of generating jobs."

Travax says, "Thank you all."

Travax bows.

Neopuron smiles.

Travax nods.

Renpaw says, "We have one more person on the list this evening, then we will conclude the debate, as the hour is beyond the late."

Renpaw snickers.

Travax just climbed up a narrow stairway.

Berkana

Mistress Berkana just climbed down a narrow stairway.

Renpaw faces Berkana and lets loose a mighty shout!

Lylia smiles at Berkana.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Berkana!"

Renpaw says, "Oh..hi."

Renpaw smirks.

Vicimer says, "We need more housing build for children because what they have now is insufficient. This is a top priority."

Berkana pulls her spectacles lower on the bridge of her nose.

Lylia begins chuckling at Renpaw!

Berkana says, "Good morning candidates."

Maylan exclaims, "A child in every pot, and a rolton in every shanty!"

Neopuron smiles at Berkana.

Lylia warmly says, "Good morning to you."

Maylan blinks.

(Vicimer motions to Maylan to switch.)

Berkana says, "A question for you all..."

Speaking to Maylan, Lylia murmurs, "I believe you have it reversed."

Berkana turns to face Renpaw.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "The rolton is the new sea thrak!"

Maylan looks about with a puzzled expression on her face.

Berkana asks, "You will decide the order of reply, yes?"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Everything in the pot!"

Cords of peacock-hued flame wind in and out of the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking at the air around her.

Renpaw nods at Berkana.

Berkana yells, "Hush up up there while I ask!"

The drunken chinchilla forages around, finding an old discarded bone which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

Maylan yawns.

Berkana says, "Rowdy bunch..."

Maylan belches.

Renpaw says, "Proceed please."

Berkana says, "My question is... what do you each perceive to be your fellow candidate's greatest weakness."

Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Goldstr yell, "Good one!"

Renpaw says, "An interesting question...."

Berkana nods at Renpaw.

Lylia says, "Very."

Renpaw says, "And I wish to add my own piece to it, as a follow up."

Renpaw says, "Since it was to be my finishing question."

Vicimer chuckles.

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Berkana raises an eyebrow in Renpaw's direction.

Lylia chuckles.

Renpaw asks, "Answer Berkana's question. and then, answer me, were you not able to run for Mayor, who of these candidates would you vote for?"

Berkana chuckles.

Lylia nods at Renpaw.

Berkana says, "Very nice."

Renpaw says, "The order is Neopuron, Lylia, Vicimer, and Maylan."

Berkana smiles at Renpaw.

Berkana turns to face Neopuron.

Renpaw turns an inquisitive ear toward Neopuron.

Neopuron rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Renpaw says, "And do try to be as brief as possible. Even the undead are tired."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "Yup!"

Berkana chuckles.

Neopuron says, "Everyone in this room knows what we have in her. What she stands for. What she is capable of. And I certainly do not stand here to discredit her efforts, simply because I myself have not been around to witness them. I can only see with my own eyes."

Neopuron says, "The troubles that are still present. The growing worry in my heart, and I m sure many of yours too."

Neopuron says, "That if we do not seek to change things, or we do not embrace a change to what is in place now. I think it s safe to say we all know it s going to get much worse."

Neopuron says, "I havent heard all the voices though."

Neopuron says, "Candidates thatis."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Goldstr yell, "Renpaw said Brief!"

Neopuron says, "So I would reserve my choice for now."

Neopuron grins.

Vicimer frowns.

Neopuron says, "Ok done, sorry."

Renpaw says, "I see."

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw says, "Lylia."

Berkana turns to face Lylia.

Lylia says, "It would be unfair of me to list the same weakness for each of you, that of inexperience. I do have the advantage of having had the experience of being mayor, after all."

Lylia smiles quietly to herself.

Lylia says, "So, briefly: Neopuron, you have bold ideas but have not yet revealed how to implement them. Learn this, and you would be a most capable mayor."

Lylia says, "Maylan, my dear, you drink too much. This will not stand. And speaking of standing, you should stand, rather than placing your bottom on my desk, as I do not know where you have had it last."

Maylan says, "Pfffffffff."

Maylan waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Berkana clears her throat.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "I dunno either, but I know where she can bring it!"

Maylan says, "HARR."

Lylia says, "Vicimer, you have made me the embodiment of all that ails the town, making an enemy of me. No previous mayor has done so, and I think it is incredibly ill-considered of you to do it. I believe you do not do it out of genuine dislike, but because you seek to climb the highest spire to plant your flag."

Lylia coldly says, "And I do not want the likes of you to climb me."

Lylia narrows her eyes.

Speaking to Renpaw, Lylia says, "I would elect Neopuron, if I were not mayor myself."

Lylia nods.

Berkana appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw says, "Vicimer."

Berkana nods at Vicimer.

Vicimer says, "Maylan is a wreck. I don't even have to say anything more."

Maylan snorts!

Vicimer says, "Neopuron would be my choice, but he needs to be less conciliatory and more firm, empathic."

Cords of peacock-hued flame wind in and out of the fabric of Maylan's flyrsilk toqua, licking at the air around her.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Kipara yell, "Tell us some more about how they're all aristocrats!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "Maylan is a misunderstood genius!"

Renpaw nods.

Renpaw says, "And..."

Renpaw glances at Maylan.

Renpaw pulls Maylan to her feet.

Renpaw asks, "Maylan?"

Maylan blinks at Renpaw.

Maylan wobbles slightly, trying to keep her balance on a discolored mop-fringed pegleg.

Berkana turns to face Maylan.

Maylan grunts, "Alrighty."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Ososis yell, "Vote maylan!"

Maylan points at Neopuron.

Speaking to Neopuron, Maylan says, "Your beard is measly."

Speaking to Neopuron, Maylan says, "Grow a better one."

Neopuron grins at Maylan.

Maylan turns to face Vicimer.

Vicimer says, "Lylia has been demonstrating her weakness all night: Her exceeding self-regard. I did this, I did that. Me. I'm so great. Accept no criticism, deflect everything. She's surrounded herself with enablers and yes men so she can pat herself on the back about how great she is and how wonderful a job she's done. But enough of us see through the self-apotheosis to know the truth. She accuses me of wanting power because she craves it so wholly, openly. Honestly? I don't want this. I was fine raising people in town and fighting the undead. But I have a greater calling and it brought me here. I believe in duty and what needs to be done. This needs to be done. We need to make a change."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "A vote for Maylan is a vote for Maylan, with her plan!"

Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "Oh, it seems he was not done."

Lylia touches one finger to her lips.

Speaking to Vicimer, Maylan says, "Your obvious crush on Lylia will clearly hinder your judgement as Mayor."

Renpaw says, "Ah my apologies, I thought you done."

Maylan turns to face Lylia.

Vicimer snickers.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Cruxophim yell, "I believe he is!"

Lylia gazes fondly at Maylan.

Maylan says, "IT'S MAYLAN TIME."

Berkana chuckles.

Speaking to Lylia, Maylan whines, "You won't let me sit on your desk."

Maylan says, "If I werent to be elected, I'd vote for Owly."

Speaking sadly to Maylan, Lylia admits, "This is true. I have lovely chairs for you. And a tapestry rug."

Maylan nods.

The drunken chinchilla sidles closer to Vicimer, eyeing him with the expectant look of a creature accustomed to handouts.

Vicimer glances at an obese drunken chinchilla.

Maylan exclaims, "Ahm done. But just remember. A vote for Maylan is a vote for me!"

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Are we there yet?"

Berkana says, "Thank you for your answers."

Berkana bows.

Mistress Berkana just climbed up a narrow stairway.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Travax yell, "Great question to end the night!"

Renpaw says, "Well then...."

Lylia agrees, "It was an excellent question."

Lylia adds, "Most of them were."

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "And she smells great too!"

Debate End

Renpaw exclaims, "That concludes this year's mayoral debate! Voting begins in a week-ish!"

Maylan applauds loudly.

Neopuron nods at Renpaw.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evician yell, "Great job Renpaw!"

Speaking warmly to Renpaw, Lylia says, "Thank you."

Neopuron and Lylia shake hands.

Speaking to Renpaw, Vicimer says, "That was not easy."

Neopuron gives Vicimer a firm handshake.

Lylia and Neopuron shake hands.

The air about Shinann stops shimmering.

Speaking to Renpaw, Vicimer says, "Well done."

Shinann bows.

Maylan shakes Neopuron's hand enthusiastically.

Neopuron grins at Maylan.

Lylia leans closer to Maylan and kisses the air next to her cheek.

Maylan turns to Neopuron and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Maylan turns to Lylia and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Evia yell, "Do I play my bagpipes now?"

Lylia nods briefly at Vicimer.

Maylan turns to Vicimer and bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Lylia shakes her head and turns away.

From up on a narrow stairway, you hear Arianiss yell, "It's not too late to come to blows! Think of the headline!"

Cruxophim kicks up his heels and does a little jig! The dance is surprisingly agile, given the heavy boots that Cruxophim is wearing.

Vicimer nods at Maylan.

Cruxophim hugs Renpaw.

Vicimer nods at Neopuron.

Maylan yells, "Bring on the bagpipes!"

...and thus concluded the Wehnimer's Landing Mayoral Candidate Debate of 5119.