Faerinn Mayoral Campaign Event Logs

Flirtations with Faerinn, Charlatos the 2nd, Frith's Inn

Faerinn recites:

   You've probably seen me around town, I have a very striking appearance, but you might not know who I am. That's because I m mostly kept my head down as a civil servant these last few decades as a former militia member and later as a municipal counsel to the Mayor's office since the Walkar Administration.

Lylia nods appreciatively.

Faerinn recites:

   While I am ashamed I was not able to protect him from being framed for murder

    I am the only person who was in that court room Grishom Stone has not been able to buy off or corrupt. So that has to be worth something right?

Speaking to Faerinn, Nehor adds, "The only one who has stood up for the people from the Landing when it counts."

Juspera is admiring Faerinn.

Lylia shifts her eyes to Nehor.

Shinann says, "I am not sure who was in that courtroom. That was before I was living here."

Lylia nods in agreement at Shinann.

You say, "I first got to know him on Mist Harbor, during the trouble there with the..."

You give a sidelong glance at Nehor.

Nehor coughs.

Shinann looks thoughtfully at you.

You say, "...political upheaval..."

Naamit's eyes narrow to mere slits as she croons a discordant tune between pursed lips.

Lylia nods to you.

Faerinn recites:

   "I have actually won in a court by the way. Mostly as a civil counsel in the Empire restoring individual rights after Chaston's Edict was lifted in the Empire."

You say, "And thought that he made investigations and discoveries at a time that truly turned the tides toward justice."

Guarrin raises an eyebrow.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Much of it was from your advocacy. Some of it from your fists in Clerkus' overlarge teeth."

You flash a quick grin at Faerinn.

Faerinn recites:

   "Wehnimer's Landing is the promise of independence. A place where anyone from any walk of life can just exist without the permission of someone higher born to do so. 

    Despite these differences, we are a community that has always been able to come together and raise each other up under constant threat of eldritch annihilation."

Faerinn grins at you.

Juspera nods vigorously!

Naamit removes an ebon-handled lavender teacup from in her lambswool cloak.

Naamit takes a drink from her lavender teacup.

Goldstr agrees with Faerinn.

Siggurd nods.

Faerinn recites:

   "Defending that freedom has come with its own scars. Where before we were free to be ourselves we must kneel and beg permission like children asking to go out to play.

     Earl Jovery says yes for now, but here's the thing about rule by birth. What would his children think of us and our freedoms? Or his children's children?  Or their children?"

Faerinn recites:

   "As mayor I would see to it the the noose slipped over our necks does not get any tighter. But I don t want to see the Landing merely survive. We've been just surviving for too long. Thanks to Mayor Lylia and our town's defenders Wehnimer's Landing can rebuild. This time we could thrive."

Nehor nods approvingly.

Faerinn says, "And that's my little pitch and I'd like to welcome you all to feel free to ask me about it."

Lylia places a hand over her heart.

Lylia inclines her head.

Nehor applauds politely.

Siggurd applauds.

Lylia applauds Faerinn.

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "We and our campaign are very appreciative of the trials and victories you have had during your tenure, Mayor Rashere."

You applaud Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "Or let me know any concerns about the town that you would like to see addressed."

Juspera applauds Faerinn.

Juspera says, "Just about Mnute getting arrested."

Siggurd raises his hand.

Goldstr raises his hand.

Balar just went through some swinging doors.

Nehor turns an inquisitive ear toward Siggurd.

Guarrin raises his hand.

Lylia murmurs, "Thank you. Kind of you to say."

Faerinn says, "We don't have to be formal about it, but I say Siggurd's hand go up first."

Balar just came through some swinging doors.

Balar just went through some swinging doors.

You grin at Siggurd.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

Siggurd asks, "What is the first obstacle you would attempt to tackle if elected?"

You nod once.

You say, "A fine question."

Faerinn nods.

Faerinn says, "If it is still around certainly the Blight, but the Councilman mage seems to have that well in hand."

Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.

Faerinn says, "Currently."

Lylia nods slightly.

The smiling hostess leads a young couple to a quiet (and very secluded) table in a darkened corner of the room.

Faerinn says, "If I could have my way...."

Faerinn ponders.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "You'd get yourself and my mother into some sort of derring-do."

Nehor chuckles.

Faerinn says, "It would be to set up a position and team to preserve and restore public art here in the Landing."

Naamit nods approvingly at Faerinn.

Nehor approvingly says, "Excellent, something that benefits all people."

Siggurd nods.

Faerinn says, "That's my dream project there."

You nod slowly at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "It would take a lot of talented artisans to do it and those artisans working after so much Blight."

Faerinn nods at Siggurd.

Siggurd smiles.

Siggurd nods at Faerinn.

Siggurd says, "Thank you."

You say, "Lady Rashere had wanted to commission an outdoor theater for productions and events, but sadly the past year has seen an awful lot of crises."

Faerinn says, "I hope that satisfies your question."

Siggurd nods.

Lylia says, "The plans are still before the Town Council. But, well, the Council itself has been depleted."

Nazarr turns toward Goldstr and renders a sharp salute with his longsword.

You say, "But I like the idea of galleries and showings."

Lylia smiles at Nazarr.

Nazarr bows to Lylia.

Faerinn says, "Goldstr was next I believe."

Naamit begins chortling at Lylia.

You feel at full magical power again.

Faerinn nods at Goldstr.

Speaking to Faerinn, Goldstr asks, "Wha be yer feelings bout da Rooks?"

You say, "Art outside of manors and estates."

Nehor notes, "Art can lift morale and provide the education the people of the Landing need to maintain a strong trade and independance."

You hear the voice of a nearby crier announce, "Vidos is currently available at Silverwood Manor in Wehnimer's Landing to offer help or advice to any adventurer in need. Looking for answers? You may find them here!"

(Please select DIR SILVERWOOD to find your way there.)

Faerinn says, "Oh, good Vidos can be my back up at taking questions."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

You grin at Faerinn.

Goldstr grins.

Shinann chuckles.

Lylia chuckles.

Faerinn says, "My take on the Rooks is that they are criminals."

Naamit takes a drink from her lavender teacup.

Goldstr adopts an agreeable expression.

Goldstr asks, "An workin wid Mother?"

Goldstr says, "Er nae."

Faerinn says, "And while some people find them fighters for the people....I haven't seem them be much more than bandits."

Speaking to Goldstr, you say, "I haven't met this Mother yet."

Faerinn says, "I would have to meet Mother to really know how I feel about her."

Faerinn says, "I'm very good at reading people. Its very hard to judge by second hand accounts."

Goldstr says, "Mother, Lady D'Archon is on da Council an now leads da Rooks."

Lylia coughs.

Nehor sagely says, "Wise to reserve judgment, instead of rushing to bad decisions like some of his competitors might feel the need to do."

Speaking to Goldstr, Shinann says, "We do not know if that is the same person."

Lylia says, "With due respect, we do not know who 'Mother' is. I do not believe she is Alendrial deArchon."

Faerinn says, "Yeah, that's speculation veering close to libel."

Nazarr says, "Slander. It's spoken, not written."

Faerinn corrects, "Slander."

Goldstr says, "I may be wrong but somehow I thought she had said so."

Faerinn nods at Nazarr.

Shinann shakes her head.

Lylia says, "As one of the few remaining hale, sane, and present Town Council members, Lady deArchon has proven her worth many times over. 'Mother' is something she used to style herself, when she was the head of the Rooks, but the Rooks were as different then as they were under Drangell's hideous claw."

Faerinn says, "Now, Lady D'Archon I've heard great things about her and look forward to meeting and working with her."

Speaking curiously to Faerinn, Nehor asks, "Would you be willing to meet with this figure known as Mother if she reached out to you? Even if you feel that these rooks are, as you say, criminals?"

Speaking to Akenna, you say, "Welcome, my friend."

Juspera waves to Akenna.

Guarrin nods in greeting at Akenna.

Nehor glances at Akenna.

Nazarr waves to Akenna.

Nehor nods in greeting.

Speaking cheerfully to you, Akenna exclaims, "Hello!"

Lylia nods in greeting at Akenna.

Lylia smiles.

Faerinn nods at Nehor.

Akenna gives a sidelong glance at Nehor.

Akenna sniffs.

Speaking to Nehor, Faerinn says, "I certainly would meet with her. Yes."

Nehor nods once.

Faerinn nods at Goldstr.

Speaking to Goldstr, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your questions."

The red and grey fox pads around the room.

Speaking to Faerinn, Nehor praises, "Willing to reach out to people, to work with others. A great thing in a leader."

You say, "The mayor has some executive privilege, I'd think. It's not their place to arrest people, unless, of course, something happens in front of them..."

Speaking to Faerinn, Goldstr says, "Tankee fer yer answers."

Lylia nods to you.

Juspera bites her lip.

Akenna waves to Juspera.

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Mayor can suggest an arrest, but its really up to the constabulary."

Akenna raises her hand.

Faerinn nods at Guarrin.

Guarrin flashes a wide grin.

You smile at Faerinn.

Speaking to Guarrin, Faerinn says, "I believe you were next."

Goldstr turns an inquisitive ear toward Guarrin.

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "Like your timely suggestions the other night."

Lylia put a pale blue runestone in her wrap.

Lylia smiles at you.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.

Naamit shifts her weight.

Speaking deeply to Faerinn, Guarrin asks, "Thank you. You had mentioned Earl Jovery earlier and a free landing. How do you intend to deal with relations with the Earl?"

Faerinn smiles at Guarrin.

Lylia nods.

Akenna carefully brushes a handful of lint off of her white calico gown.

Goldstr nods at Guarrin.

Speaking to Guarrin, you say, "Also a good question."

Guarrin folds his hands behind his back.

Faerinn says, "I would match his energy. I'd match step with the kind of legal hijinks he's making with the town now."

The arctic wolf barks loudly.

You nod at Faerinn.

Akenna adopts an agreeable expression.

Deep in thought, Lylia laces her fingers before her.

Akenna raises her hand.

Speaking deeply to Faerinn, Guarrin asks, "How would you go about accomplishing that?"

Faerinn says, "For example by placing a non-citizen on the Towncouncil I would seek to have the council expanded to drown the Councilman Mage and my extension Jovery out."

Juspera applauds Faerinn wildly!

Lylia raises her hand.

Juspera exclaims, "Yes! Drown him!"

Akenna giggles softly at Juspera.

Akenna clears her throat.

Naamit raises her hand.

Nehor raises an eyebrow in Juspera's direction.

You say, "I believe Faerinn is speaking metaphorically."

Akenna raises her hand.

Juspera says, "I can tie his hands."

Juspera disappointedly says, "Oh."

Faerinn says, "For example seek to open the council to also include members from all the local professional guilds."

Goldstr grins at Juspera.

The red and grey fox pants quietly.

Juspera nods vigorously at Faerinn!

You say, "It would be interesting, to widen the Council, especially postings that would be relational to the town's adventurer population."

Faerinn says, "That is not within the Mayor's purview to do by oneself, but it is something that the Mayor can move forward on public vote in order to do so."

Nehor nods once.

Nehor adopts an agreeable expression.

Akenna raises her hand.

Speaking deeply to Faerinn, Guarrin asks, "And if that sours relations with the Earl?"

Naamit removes an ebon-handled lavender teacup from in her lambswool cloak.

Naamit takes a drink from her lavender teacup.

Speaking to Guarrin, Faerinn says, "Those grapes are already soured if he's not even willing to work with us in this case and manipulate the rule of law against us."

Guarrin nods slowly.

Guarrin flashes a wide grin at Faerinn.

Raelee gives a sidelong glance at Guarrin.

Goldstr says, "We DO be a Protectoate of da Empire which does keep Baronys an sech from takin control of us."

Speaking deeply to Faerinn, Guarrin says, "Thanks for answering my question."

Faerinn nods at Guarrin.

Faerinn looks over at Goldstr and shakes his head.

Akenna rocks back on her heels.

Naamit says, "I have a follow up question to one of your responses."

Faerinn says, "Suzerainty actually."

Shinann says, "The mayor answers to the council... so not sure how that would work. Not saying I am against it. Just trying to get it straight in my head."

Shinann says, "Sorry."

Shinann nods at Naamit.