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== '''Campaign Events''' ==
== '''Campaign Events''' ==


==Flirtations with [[Faerinn]], Charlatos the 2nd, Frith's Inn==
==Flirtations with [[Faerinn]] I, Charlatos the 2nd, Frith's Inn==


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==Flirtations with [[Faerinn]] II, Charlatos the 7th, [[Silvergate Inn]]==

==Flirtations with [[Faerinn]], Charlatos the 7th, [[Silvergate Inn]]==


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==Conversation and Comestibles, Charlatos the 8th, Vipershroud, Temple of Ivas==
==Conversation and Comestibles, Charlatos the 8th, Vipershroud, Temple of Ivas==
[[Xorus Mayoral Campaign Event Logs | Log Recorded and Provided by Candidate [[Xorus]]]]
[[Xorus Mayoral Campaign Event Logs | Log Recorded and Provided by Candidate Xorus]]

==Official Mayoral Debate 5120, Charlatos the 14th, Moot Hall Chamber of Justice==
[https://gswiki.play.net/Xorus_Mayoral_Campaign_Event_Logs#Official_Mayoral_Debate.2C_Charlatos_the_14th.2C_Moot_Hall_Chamber_of_Justice Log Recorded and Provided by Candidate Xorus]

==Flirtations with Faerinn III==

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'''Questions Asked, Questions Answered'''


[Helga's, Dining Hall]
Tinted glass oil lamps hang from iron sconces, casting a dim glow over the smoke-stained walls of the low-ceilinged room. Several tables and an oaken sideboard, bearing traces of the previous day's meals, are flanked by a long wooden bench and a few smaller chairs. A leaded glass window, its dusty panes half-covered by filmy curtains, looks out on the dark street, and a brick hearth smolders against the north wall.

You smile at Faerinn.

You kiss Faerinn tenderly on the cheek.

Faerinn kisses you tenderly on the cheek.

You remove a small wicker basket from in your jade green robe.

You carefully place a small wicker basket on the floor.

Ribbet bows to you.

You wave to Ribbet.

Ribbet smiles.

Master Eledryn's group just arrived.

Faerinn says, "We'll give a give everyone a moment to get a drink."

Faerinn says, "And for the late comers to arrive."

Faerinn winks.

You wave to Eledryn.

Speaking to you, Eledryn says, "For a moment I was worried those were all for you."

Ribbet grins.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

You remove a small wicker basket from in your jade green robe.

You remove a piece of smooth white paper from in your wicker basket.

You carefully place a piece of smooth white paper on the floor.

You put a small wicker basket in your jade green robe.

Eledryn bows to Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "Good to see you, again."

Faerinn bows to Eledryn.

You say, "There's more of those in the basket if anyone would like to take one."

You say, "I also have some buttons."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "You too."

You see Faerinn Greatsinger the Muse.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Loenthra.
He is of a towering height. He appears to be very young. He has curved, long-lashed sea green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, curly honey blonde hair drawn back into a simple ponytail that is held in place by a vine-etched glossy faenor band. He has an angular, blonde stubble-covered face, a thin nose and a line of jagged-edged scars along his jawline. He has an urglaes black and despanal ombre glaze brushed onto his immaculately manicured fingernails.
He has an inked snarling opossum hunched over a bloody scrap of meat on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a cut crystal glass of Faendryl absinthe in his right hand.
He is wearing an immaculate bourde cravat adorned with an ostentatious jet-flecked ivory starburst pin, a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles, a thick white towel embroidered with a Silvergate crest, a bathing maiden brooch pinned in place by a pair of mithril chains, some bloused black silk pants with gold stitching, and a pair of chunky knitted plum cotton and magenta wool socks.

Velitchka skips over to Faerinn merrily.

Velitchka exclaims, "Hiya Mister Faerinn!"

Velitchka waves to you.

Faerinn nods to Velitchka in greeting.

Speaking to Velitchka, you say, "Welcome. There's drinks on the sideboard, please, help yourself."

Speaking to Velitchka, Faerinn says, "Hi, I didn't expect to see you on this side of the Dragonspine, but its a welcome sight."

Speaking to Faerinn, Velitchka exclaims, "I came to see my daddy, thought it would be fun to come see you too!"

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "I never had the chance to hear about your campaign platform."

You smile at Eledryn.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "You know I'm his campaign manager, surely you can make some guesses."

Eledryn looks thoughtfully at you.

Speaking to you, Eledryn says, "Perhaps, but I'd like to hear what our prospective new mayor has to say from his own words."

You nod slowly at Eledryn.

You say, "Of course."

Faerinn grins.

Eledryn examines Faerinn closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

You gaze fondly at Faerinn.

Speaking to himself, Eledryn muses, "Our tall, dashing prospective mayor..."

Eledryn glances at Faerinn bashfully, blushes, and mumbles a few words, plainly embarrassed.

Faerinn says, "Alright, I think everyone is settled in so let's get started."

Velitchka just nudged Eledryn.

Velitchka giggles.

Speaking to Eledryn, you ask, "I know, right?"

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "He's prettier than I am. And that's saying something."

You run a hand through your long white blonde hair, trying to make yourself presentable.

Eledryn runs a hand through his long auburn hair, trying to make himself presentable.

Velitchka giggles to herself.

Faerinn runs a hand through his long honey blonde hair, trying to make himself presentable.

You flash a quick grin at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "It's contagious."

Faerinn grins.

Ribbet grins at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "It's not green anymore. Mine, that is."

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn asks, "What is?"

Eledryn runs a hand through his long auburn hair, trying to make himself presentable.

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "Checking one's hair."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "I think you were smart enough to duck out when Professor Xorus was offering the hair dyes."

Eledryn blinks.

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn asks, "Was I doing that again?"

Eledryn blushes a nice shade of light pink.

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Xorus knows the secret to being truly comfortable."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Making everyone else as uncomfortable as possible."

You nod slowly at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "That one about the flaying..."

Faerinn recites assertively:

"There are a couple of thing of things I think need addressing off from the start here tonight."

Faerinn admits, "I have a reputation for being the anti-Imperial candidate, and I think that is well earned. However, let me be clear that while I am against anti-Imperial rule, I am not anti-Imperials. I am absolutely in favor of Imperial refugees, immigrants, allies, merchants, or visitors. I don't seek to expel, or kill, or assimilate any Imperial citizens or former Imperial citizens. That would make me a hypocrite as I first came here as a refugee and a then later a runaway to fight Jantalar."

Faerinn rebukes, "What I am opposed to are the power grabs and the seizure of autonomy under the guise of friendship. The conflicts of interest inherent when landed and titled gentry of the Empire hold positions of power within our town. In that regard I am also not a hypocrite. I never chose to rise above my station as barrister to the Mayor's office until Talador was long gone, and the Empire assumed me among its dead. We are in this together in that Hendor took just as much autonomy from the Gryphons as they did us."

Faerinn proposes, "The second thing I could like to address is defense. Yes, I don't bring it up very often when I'm talking about my vision for Wehnimer's Landing. That's because I have the outmost faith in our defenders and no desire to micro-manage them or otherwise get into their way. That said I would presume that by being represented by one third of the council is enough voice for the Militia, I would advocate to the town council on their behalf should the need arise."

Eledryn says, "No good comes from giving the military too much voice in anything, that sounds like a reasonable compromise."

Faerinn coyly says, "What I want is for the rest of the world to see Wehnimer's Landing like I do."

Faerinn nods at Eledryn.

Eledryn sits down next to Razanetika.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "He has a thought to increase the numbers of the Council, by adding a position to represent the professional adventurers' guilds."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "You have a warm and colorful vision, it's true."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "Yes, in order to also keep the Hall of Mages voice on the council down to a minimum."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "It's on all your taglines."

Faerinn says, "So with that said. I'll open the floor to questions."

You raise your hand.

Velitchka raises her hand.

Speaking to Velitchka, you say, "You can go first if you like, I've asked a lot this past week."

You nod at Velitchka.

(Faerinn cocks his hand like a crossbow, takes aim at Velitchka, and mimes firing.)

You snicker at Faerinn.

Faerinn nods at Velitchka.

You say, "Oh no. Not the finger crossbows again."

Ribbet ducks his head.

Faerinn chuckles.

Speaking to Ribbet, you say, "We're safe for a moment, it takes him a bit to reload."

You nod sagely at Ribbet.

Velitchka says, "Oh! Oh Okie dokie. I was wondering if you had a plan to put woodworkers to work in greater ex.... Eh.. Hey there! Ah putting them to work. My daddy knows a lot of woodworkers that was put out of work by the Bleaklands problem and he can't employ em all."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Now, you know I'm in an incorrigable mood."

Ribbet wipes the sweat from his brow.

Velitchka raises her arms defensively in front of her face and ducks behind them.

Ribbet appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking to Faerinn, you ask, "Whimsical, perhaps?"

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Perhaps."

Speaking to Velitchka, Faerinn says, "Yes, I'd like to get the wood workers out there and back to work. There is a lot that needs rebuilding."

Guarrin just arrived.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "Perhaps should be considered a vulgarity and banned forthwith. Evil word."

You smile.

Faerinn says, "Assuming the Blight will finally be done in my the Hall of Mages machinations."

Eledryn starts chuckling at you!

Velitchka says, "Great! I can send you lots of people, er, I can help my daddy send you people who need work."

Velitchka nods vigorously!

Faerinn nods at Velitchka.

Speaking teasingly to you, Eledryn says, "Perhaps, indeed."

Speaking to Velitchka, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

You say, "One thing we definitely need are replacements for the defense towers that the Hall of Mages destroyed."

Pietra just arrived.

Velitchka cluelessly asks, "Kinda so, I think?"

Pietra flashes a wide grin.

Faerinn nods to you.

Ribbet says, "Definitely."

You say, "Of course, the fact that they were burned down to a cinder within minutes sort of points at their usefulness or lack therein."

Faerinn asks, "Certainly a replacement for those towers. Didn't Octaven destroy those personally?"

Guarrin folds his hands behind his back.

You say, "She did."

You smile at Guarrin.

Velitchka mouths, "Refugees travel for work lots."

Guarrin nods in greeting to you.

Speaking to Guarrin, you say, "I'm so glad you're here, though I'm afraid you missed a few debate points."

Faerinn says, "I would invoice her for those...and how handy she has eyes and mouth in the council now."

Faerinn beams!

Speaking deeply to you, Guarrin says, "Apologies for my tardiness."

Faerinn nods at Guarrin.

Speaking to Velitchka, you say, "Another thing I would love to see is some of the rubble finally cleared away from Banker's Square."

Speaking to Guarrin, Faerinn says, "It's alright."

Velitchka says, "I know stone masoner people."

Velitchka nods fervently to you!

Guarrin nods once.

Speaking to you, Ribbet says, "A good point."

Speaking to Guarrin, you say, "Oh, I forgive you. Want a drink? They're on the floor, and over there on the bar."

Faerinn says, "But yes, any of our defensive structures that were exhausted during this crisis is a top priority to be replaced and repaired."

Speaking deeply to you, Guarrin says, "I'm afraid I do not partake. Thank you though."

You say, "And more ships."

You say, "Faerinn clearly knows a thing or two about ships, from his Pirate Wars skills."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Glad to see those years in naval academy finally come in handy."

Ribbet agrees with you.

Faerinn grins.

You say, "But I'll point out again that having those ships was key in how the Landing and Mayor Lylia managed to drive off the Krolvin and then invade Glaoveln."

You say, "And raid them instead of it always being the other way 'round."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "That was nice turn around on her part."

Ribbet nods slowly.

You say, "And those are all activities that those looking for work, especially skilled folks like masons and woodcutters- could be of great value."

You nod at Velitchka.

Speaking to you, Velitchka asks, "An shipwrights?"

Velitchka fidgets.

You nod at Velitchka.

You say, "Just so."

Velitchka interestedly whispers aloud, "So much wood working."

You smile at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "I do want to see the shipwrights get back to work as well. That was a great program for revitalizing Shanty Town and I want to see it continued."

Velitchka exclaims, "When we got refugees out of Talador from that nasty man's grasp my daddy tried to get them all work but there just wasn't enough to go around in Vornavis. So if you gots work up here I am happy to send them your way!"

You say, "It might also be interesting to test Corduroy that way. See what happens when you ask him for some more pylons to put on those ships."

Faerinn says, "Boosting our naval defense and getting our people feed are two priorities for sure."

You nod gratefully at Velitchka.

Speaking to Velitchka, Faerinn says, "Thank you for that."

Xiadani raises her hand.

Velitchka cheerfully exclaims, "Sure thing!"

Speaking to Velitchka, you say, "I'm glad he survived and I do hope he and his neighbors find a new home."

(Faerinn turns suddenly mimes firing two finger crossbows at Xiadani.)

You grin at Xiadani.

Speaking to Xiadani, you say, "Shot through the heart."

Pietra begins chortling at Faerinn.

Faerinn nods at Xiadani.

Xiadani says, "Could we have a school? I've been all over the town and I can't find any. Unless all the children are attending Rone Academy and no one is ever there."

Speaking to you, Eledryn says, "Killing your constituents with imaginary crossbows cannot possibly be good for your base."

Eledryn turns to face Faerinn.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "I believe the word imaginary might trip up that theory."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "Oleani's bolts."

Alvyara just arrived.

Faerinn says, "Or maybe Ivas'."

Eledryn grins at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "But yes, a university would be a wonderful idea."

You smile at Xiadani.

Xiadani says, "I would just settle for a one room schoolhouse that all the children could go to. Even the poor ones."

Speaking to Xiadani, Faerinn says, "We import all of our folks of higher learning."

Speaking to Xiadani, you say, "You stole my question. But I'll forgive you, since it's a very good one."

You wink at Xiadani.

Xiadani exclaims, "A university would be great too!"

Eledryn asks, "Surely some of the members of Silverwood Manor could serve as adjunct faculty?"

Faerinn says, "At the moment that is the case, but I would love to see them eventually become homegrown."

Faerinn says, "There are great opportunities for guild apprenticeships and supplemental learning for adventurer's."

Faerinn says, "But learning from childhood to univeristy is a gap that we should see filled."

You nod at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "'prenticeships, sure. But something with a unified curriculum, maybe."

Faerinn says, "I apprenticed through the barrister guild here and look at me now - running for mayor."

You grin at Faerinn.

Velitchka asks, "So you are planning reading and 'rithmatic for everyone?"

Xiadani exclaims, "That would be good!"

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn asks, "I had previously spoke with Mayor Lylia about the possibility of opening an outdoor space for open-air performances, one that anyone could join as an audience. There are other places outdoors, but all lack basic amenities like a stage. Would you be willing to take on continuing that project if elected?"

Faerinn says, "But a unified curriculum for everyone. That would move us so far forward."

Faerinn nods at Eledryn.

You quietly whisper to Alvyara, "Perhaps those who have problems, you know? Like Bastiara with her reading, that I told you about?"

You quietly whisper to Alvyara, "It took some work, but my music really did the trick- I wonder if that could be used for many such circumstances?"

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "I support an expansion of the arts in the Landing. Give people something to do in the evenings aside from waiting for the rain."

Velitchka exclaims, "Oh boy, more building projects!"

Faerinn says, "But more venues for artists both visual and movement."

Speaking to Eledryn, Velitchka asks, "Open air theater with rickety benches?"

Mayor Lylia just arrived.

Faerinn says, "I also plan to put together a registry of all the public art in the city. For preservation and repair."

Faerinn nods to Lylia in greeting.

Speaking to Velitchka, Eledryn says, "A nice place to rest and enjoy the sun and some entertainment during a break from a busy day's work."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "Your ears must be burning. Lovely, slender ears that they are."

Lylia gazes fondly at Faerinn.

Speaking to Eledryn, Xiadani says, "Maybe the open air theater hands out nice clothes to poor attendees."

Speaking cheerfully to Eledryn, Velitchka exclaims, "Sun is nice, people here don't get enough of it!"

Speaking to Eledryn, Xiadani says, "Give them incentive for showing up."

Alvyara appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Faerinn says, "So much is in direpair. Maybe outside forces will feel less inclineed to micromanage us if we look like we take care of our things."

Faerinn says, "But before I go further."

Lylia says, "...That is to say, forgive me for being late. I did not mean to interrupt."

Speaking to Xiadani, Faerinn asks, "Did I answer your question?"

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I'm so pleased you could come, I know how busy you are, my lady."

Xiadani nods at Faerinn.

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn asks, "And yours as well?"

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "Reasonably, though topics of its location and other things... still need to be ironed out. Eventually."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "Of course. That will require back and forth with the town council."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "And I intend to place all communication between in the council somewhere where the public can review it. Requests and such. Nothing that might leak vital defense information."

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "I hope that the council will involve those who might perform in some of that process."

Faerinn nods at Eledryn.

Faerinn asks, "Any other questions?"

Ribbet raises his hand.

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "I believe yours was sniped."

You say, "All right."

You nod at Faerinn.

You say, "Xiadani took mine but I'm never without more."

Faerinn says, "Ah, then."

You say, "We've talked a lot about civic improvements, and about your priorities when you start."

You say, "But here's one I haven't heard."

(Faerinn pivots on his feet and levels his hand crossbows on Xanthium.)

You grin at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "Xanthium then Ribbet."

Ribbet adopts an agreeable expression.

(Xanthium pantomimes clutching her gown bodice and keels over.)

(Ribbet fans Xanthium.)

Alvyara appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Ribbet gulps.

Eledryn removes a pearl-linked fan of pale alabaster silk from in his elven leather satchel.

Folding his wrist gracefully, Eledryn rests his open alabaster silk fan against his opposite shoulder.

Eledryn stands up.

Guarrin glances down.

Razanetika chortles softly at some secret joke.

Eledryn waves a pearl-linked fan of pale alabaster silk at you.

Ribbet glances at Faerinn.

Speaking softly to Faerinn, you ask, "If you could make changes in the local justice system, what would they be? What about the penal system, anything you'd change there?"

(Faerinn peers at his fingers.)

You cough.

Alvyara says, "Good question."

Lylia nods in agreement.

You say, "Much as I found that woman yelling annoying..."

You say, "I am not sure that yelling should be punished by hanging."

You say, "Even a lot of yelling."

You say, "So I've been thinking on it since."

You nod at Faerinn.

You smile.

Speaking to you, Ribbet says, "A fine point, I had to watch her dragged away many times too."

Velitchka asks, "Why didn't they just gag her?"

Alvyara winces.

Velitchka touches one finger to her lips.

Faerinn says, "That seems to be the obvious move or just lock her out of the building."

You nod at Velitchka.

You say, "It seemed like it was meant to embarrass her."

You say, "And I have to question the efficacy of that."

Velitchka cluelessly says, "Or cut out her tongue? I guess those grow back on some people."

Velitchka giggles.

Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.

Velitchka says, "Sorry Mister Faerinn, go on as you was saying."

Guarrin scratches his chin.

Ribbet smiles.

You say, "Again, I'm not supporting what she did. I was relieved when she was removed."

You say, "...but."

Razanetika softly says, "Hanging was a bit extreme."

Razanetika shrugs nonchalantly.

Faerinn says, "That does seem a bit draconian for the offense."

Ribbet nods.

Faerinn says, "I will also point out as a barrister I don't care for the lack of trial in that matter either."

Lylia says, "The constabulary's removal from the direct supervision of the mayoral office is another sign of the erosion of power in the office. Whomever succeeds me should fight to restore it."

Faerinn says, "Wellington ruined a lot of his predecessors fun."

Eledryn says, "As I recall, the hanging itself wasn't exactly performed by the guards but rather a bunch of commoners taking justice in to their own hands, as it were. So perhaps more in question is a justice system that allowed that to happen."

Eledryn says, "Though the guards may have merely turned a blind eye after her previous punishment in the stocks failed to teach any sort of lesson."

Faerinn says, "Hmm, I think much like the way I would love to see the council expanded perhaps more judges. Renpaw has gotten very comfortable then."

Guarrin raises an eyebrow.

Faerinn says, "Vigilante justice is always a problem on the frontier."

You nod at Faerinn.

You say, "A lot of traumatized people."

Eledryn says, "It is often better than no justice at all, but only barely."

Faerinn says, "Having a more centralized and codified systems of laws and penalties would move us past being viewed as frontier town."

Faerinn says, "But really the first step to any kind of judicial reform would first start with reconnecting the mayor's office and the constabulary."

You grin at Lylia.

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "Looks like someone was listening."

Faerinn says, "And THAT will required a lot of organizing and voting from the public."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Thank you, Faerinn. I'm done with my question."

You gaze fondly at Faerinn.

Lylia nods in agreement to you.

Faerinn nods to you.

Lylia winks.

(Faerinn lines up Ribbet in the sights of his finger crossbows.)

Speaking to Ribbet, you say, "I hate to tell you....ah, too late..."

Ribbet gulps.

Speaking to Ribbet, you say, "So sorry, you're so young."

Ribbet buries his face in his hands.

You nod at Ribbet.

Alvyara gazes heavenward.

Speaking quietly to you, Ribbet asks, "Did he miss me? or am i a ghost yet?"

Speaking to Ribbet, Faerinn says, "Whoosh."

Ribbet wipes the sweat from his brow.

Speaking to Ribbet, you say, "You may ask your question. See what happens."

You smile at Ribbet.

Eledryn skillfully begins to weave another verse into his harmony.

An animated heavy crossbow appears and hovers near Eledryn.

You grin at Eledryn.

Eledryn giggles.

Velitchka exclaims, "I gots to go, byebye everyone!"

Velitchka stands up.

Velitchka just skipped merrily south.

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "A bit more than a finger there."

Speaking to Faerinn, Ribbet asks, "My question was.. i keep hearing that you want to foster entertainment and night life... and some has been discussed, but do you have other ideas in particular, besides an open air stage?"

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "Given my talents in archery, about as deadly though."

Speaking to Ribbet, Faerinn says, "Open air theatres, and to make ourself more appealing to touring troupes and mummers."

Ribbet nods at Faerinn.

Ribbet says, "Thank you I look forward to it."

Faerinn says, "For example by proposing to the town council to set up grants and microloans for the venues in town to get the neccessary repairs they need and for the start of new ones."

You say, "The disparity between adventurers and townfolk is so severe. I don't think people realize how little money it would take to fund a shop."

You say, "We spend millions on one another's rats."

Ribbet nods slowly at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "I see the temple in the Vipershroud as two means to my goals of art preservation and attracting visitors to this region."

Speaking to you, Eledryn says, "True. I'm poor, but still reckon I have more silver than Tykel does."

You smile at Faerinn.

Faerinn nods at Eledryn.

You say, "We would love to host artists and sculptors and those gifted in other arts, again."

You say, "Like Her great Temple in Ta'Nalfen."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Maybe some kind of artist in residency could be arranged."

Alvyara says, "I would propose contests, to draw talent from nearby regions. For visual arts, dance, and poetry."

You nod at Alvyara.

Xiadani says, "Like Solhaven is doing now."

Xiadani nods at Alvyara.

Speaking to Ribbet, Faerinn says, "I hope that answered your question."

Ribbet nods at Faerinn.

Ribbet says, "Yes it answers very well, thank you."

Speaking to Alvyara, Faerinn says, "I was just speaking to a Handmaiden from Ta'Illistim about the possibility of a travelling show that combines art from both sides of the Dragonspine."

Alvyara flashes a quick grin at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, Alvyara says, "That sounds just wonderful."

You say, "I agree."

Guarrin just went south.

Faerinn nods at Alvyara.

Speaking to Alvyara, Faerinn says, "So that one is in the works regardless."

Alvyara says, "I can't wait."

Faerinn asks, "Any more questions?"

Eledryn raises his hand.

You smile at Eledryn.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "Shore up your flank, mister."

Wisps of pale viridian light begin to swirl around Eledryn's hand as he prepares a spell...

Eledryn skillfully begins to weave another verse into his harmony.

Eledryn begins singing and focuses his voice into a vortex of air centered on his left arm.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "Another bolt is making its way...."

(Faerinn fires his hand crossbows from the hip at Eledryn.)

Speaking to his sonic shield, Eledryn says, "Not that I know how to use you anymore than I do an animated crossbow."

Ribbet cringes.

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn asks, "Great leaders are often made by those they choose as their advisors, and when they choose to listen to their advice. Have you given thought as to who might serve as your advisors if you are elected, and why have you chosen them?"

Speaking to Eledryn, Alvyara says, "Good question."

You smile at Eledryn.

Speaking to Eledryn, you say, "Agreed."

Faerinn says, "I always admired Cruxophim's large team of advisers, and think that is certainly something worth emulating."

Lylia leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Faerinn says, "But something more in the middle of a spectrum between Cruxophim's very large team and Lyla's very tightly knit group of advisors."

You nod at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "The question is more a matter of who than how many."

Faerinn says, "More diverse voices, but not so cumbersome that I have to rent out a meeting hall everytime some meglomaniac comes calling."

Eledryn says, "Maybe not specific people, but skillsets and talents you would look for."

Faerinn grins at Eledryn.

Faerinn says, "I'm getting there."

Faerinn says, "My campaign manager Xanthium seems an obvious choice. She's been a great advisor so far. I would also extend an offers to advisors on Mayor Lylia's team to since they have a wealth of knowledge and experience on how the mayors office works."

You blush a nice shade of rosy pink.

Alvyara reaches over and gently rests her hand on your arm.

Faerinn says, "But I think it would be prudent to also have open applications and look for more talent in the community that for different perspectives."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Thank you. I would be pleased to continue my work as Lylia's emissary, since you brought us up together under the same idea."

Faerinn says, "Or rather that have different perspectives."

You quietly whisper to Lylia, "I think so, as well, but if he does win and he keeps Xorus as the power, well...that would be an interesting thing to watch take shape."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

Faerinn says, "Oh dear, I'm not sure Xiadani is coming back."

Faerinn asks, "Did she let anyone else know her question?"

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn asks, "How will you handle a situation where what you feel is the best course of action differs substantially from the opinions of your advisors, then?"

Faerinn says, "The first answer that jumped into my head was oil wrestling."

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn retorts, "I see we are getting to the 'Flirtations' part of the event."

Eledryn appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.

Eledryn says, "Apologies."

Razanetika blinks.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Alvyara chuckles.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Yes, I totally support this."

You nod once at Faerinn.

Lylia removes a tiny vial of skin oil from in her enameled metal case.

Lylia put a tiny vial of skin oil in her enameled metal case.

Ribbet agrees with you.

Ribbet grins.

You snap your fingers.

You say, "I left my oil...well, never mind where I left it."

You say, "I'll get more. A lot more."

You nod at Faerinn.

Alvyara gazes in amusement at you.

You say, "Just let me know."

Eledryn hums a happy tune, skillfully expressing his friendly mood.

You grin at Eledryn.

Faerinn says, "So I think I would trust who could dissuade me from that."

Faerinn grins.

Ribbet grins.

You snicker.

Faerinn says, "But in all seriousness."

Faerinn says, "That's typically why many advisors come from the campaigns."

(Editor's Note: At this point some of us, including Faerinn, started experiencing some system lag.)

You say, "Faerinn's having a little trouble, give him a moment or two to compose his anwer."

Faerinn says, "Because its people we've already been in a intense and sometimes harrowing process with."

Faerinn grins at you.

Lylia nods in agreement at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "Though it can be wise to have advisors who challenge your own assumptions."

Eledryn says, "Those who ensure all angles of an argument are considered."

Speaking to Eledryn, Faerinn says, "Of course. That's why I'm hoping to scout the community too. And there are people are Lylia's team I don't exactly see eye to eye with, but know them to give sound advice."

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn asks, "Would you consider either of the other two candidates?"

Faerinn nods at Eledryn.

Faerinn says, "I hope. Either or both."

Lylia says, "I believe all former mayors can vouch for Xorus as an outstanding advisor."

Lylia chuckles.

You grin at Lylia.

Ribbet grins.

Faerinn says, "I'm sorry to say I think its getting a bit late. And I think that will be our last questions for the night."

You nod at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "It was a good talk."

You applaud Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "I thank you all for coming out tonight and whoever you decide to vote for this weekend I imply you to at least vote."

(Faerinn mimes firing his finger crossbows repeated in the air.)

You say, "Thank you all for coming. And yes, he's right. No matter what decision you make, please vote for your candidate."

Lylia warmly says, "Thank you, Faerinn; I am sorry I could not be here sooner."

Lylia leans closer to Faerinn and kisses the air next to his cheek.

Faerinn kisses Lylia on the cheek.

Speaking to Faerinn, Eledryn says, "Once again, it has been a pleasure to speak with you."

Faerinn kisses you tenderly on the cheek.

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Thanks for your help tonight."

You smile at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "I believe in you."

You kiss Faerinn tenderly on the cheek.

Faerinn says, "Please see Xanthium for any campaign materials you may need."

You wave to Faerinn.

Faerinn just left.
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==5120 Silvergate Inn Mayoral Triathlon==

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'''Opening Statements'''

'''You say, "Thank you. It's really an honor and a privilege to be invited here to speak and compete."''''''Bold text'''

Rovvigen smiles at you.

Tazzah takes a bite of her blood orange.

Soliere tilts her head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Leafiara begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Leafiara tilts her head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

'''You say, "Never thought I would have that opportunity after two decades of service in the Landing in both the militia and later as barrister to the mayor's office since the Walkar administration."'''

Rachylle relaxes and no longer appears to be focusing inward.]

Nicolas takes a drink from his frothy silver ale.
Nicolas looks rather relaxed.

Paymaster Althaz just came through a brick archway.

Rovvigen smiles at you.

Althaz joins Rovvigen's group.

Rovvigen turns to Althaz and cheers!
Next Dreavening could POSSIBLY be in 30 minutes at 03/14/2020 at 08:58 PM.

Xanthium smiles at you.

'''You say, "We have a wonderful community here where someone such as myself, a half elf, could actually step up and become mayor."'''

'''You say, "If the election goes well."'''

Rovvigen smiles at you.

Speaking quietly to Althaz, Soliere says, "Welcomes back."

Soliere smiles.

Tazzah takes a bite of her blood orange.

Althaz winks at Soliere.

Althaz darkly says, "Thanks."

'''You say, "I want to save that freedom from further imperial encroachment."'''

Leafiara nods in agreement.

Xanthium gazes fondly at you.

'''You say, "And how better to do that than someone that knows our laws and Imperial law front to back."'''

Rovvigen smiles at you.

You nod at Rovvigen.
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Rovvigen gathers a rune-carved faenor coin from a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

Rovvigen offers Mikalmas a rune-carved faenor coin.

Mikalmas accepts Rovvigen's faenor coin.

You take a drink from your cream coffee.
You have 2 quaffs left.

Rovvigen softly says, "Up next is Xorus."

Rovvigen points at Xorus.

Leafiara tilts her head toward Xorus, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Rovvigen softly says, "Thanks."

Rovvigen smiles at you.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Jhenni takes a bite of her dipped strawberry.

Xanlin takes a bite of his fresh pineapple slices.

Umbazi takes a drink from his cream coffee.

Soliere smiles.

Leafiara leans softly against Khylynnia.

Tazzah applauds you.

Jhenni pours herself a shot of aged single-malt whiskey.

Mikalmas leans on Soliere, giving her a companionable grin.

Rovvigen peers quizzically at Xorus.

Xanthium smiles at you.

Xanthium kisses you tenderly on the cheek.
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==Elanthian Elegance Auction Fundraiser for Faerinn Greatsinger==

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'''Opening Statements'''

'''Vincien says, "It is with great pleasure that we gather here today to mark the 15th anniversary of Elanthian Elegance and, in turn, endorse a candidate for the 5120 mayoral elections."'''

Elaejia tilts her head up.

You nod to Raelee in greeting.

You beam!

Rohese smiles.'''

Vincien says, "Congratulations to Elanthian Elegance on reaching such a milestone."'''

Straightening her back, Rohese gives a formal, low curtsy to Vincien. She inclines her head as well, giving Vincien a brief nod.

Xanthium beams happily at Vincien!

Vincien smiles.

You applaud.

Speaking to Rohese, Xanthium says, "Remarkable."

Ribbet walks over to the chair and settles down.

Xanthium applauds Rohese.

Rohese smiles.

Rohese softly says, "Lots of hard work from my predecessors."

Rohese winks at Xanthium.

Traiva takes a drink from her gilt-hued chardonnay.

Traiva looks rather relaxed.

'''Vincien says, "With a recent mention in Elanthian Vogue, Lord Faerinn Greatsinger has been hailed an exciting new face on the Elanthian fashion scene."'''

Rendena softly says, "Why stop at lipstick, you put the wedding ring at the bottom of the merlot..."

Vincien grins at you.

'''Vincien points at you!'''
'''
You grin.'''

'''Vincien says, "I'm sure you will all agree with me when I say, welcome Faerinn and it truly is a joy to see you in such a fabulous outfit."'''

'''You are wearing: an immaculate bourde cravat adorned with an ostentatious jet-flecked ivory starburst pin, a front-ruffled alabaster silk jacket with a pressed ashen linen pocket square, a bathing maiden brooch pinned in place by a pair of mithril chains, a fitted plum silk gown trailing a length of jet tulle roses, some pleated black velvet gloves, and some pale silk stockings wrapped in black velvet vines under a pair of blush ribbon-laced slippers stacked on lasimor heels.'''

Xanthium gazes fondly at you.

Vincien nods appreciatively to you.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "It is."

Corlyne nods in agreement.

'''You say, "Thank you. I was surprised to hear so myself, but I'll take the praise."'''

Rohese giggles softly at you.

Lady Landrai just arrived.

Ithilwyn smiles.

Landrai wraps her scarf lightly about her throat and leaves the long ends to trail in a fall of misty pale alabaster down her back.

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Akenna suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.

Speaking to you, Traiva says, "You never look anything less than stunning."

Vincien grins at Landrai.

Traiva appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "I love the roses."

Rohese smiles at Landrai.

Xanthium smiles at Landrai.

Landrai softly says, "Good day."

Ribbet applauds you.

Corlyne nods to Landrai in greeting.

Speaking to Landrai, Xanthium says, "Good to see you again, I hope you are well."

Traiva takes a drink from her gilt-hued chardonnay.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "Why thank you."
'''
Vincien says, "Take notes ladies and gentlemen, he will be setting trends for a long time to come."'''

Landrai softly says, "I am well thank you and I hope you are too."

Ribbet taps a bright pink opossum-shaped button that reads, "Faerinn 5120: Painting a brighter future, together." that he is wearing.

'''Speaking to you, Vincien asks, "Would you like to say a few words to your adoring masses?"'''

Speaking to Traiva, Xanthium says, "You look stunning, too, those shoes are just gorgeous."

Ribbet winks.

Xanthium nods at Traiva.

Rohese softly giggles.

Xanthium smiles at Traiva.

Akenna whispers something to Ithilwyn.

Traiva smiles at Xanthium.

Ithilwyn frowns.

Akenna glances around, looking a bit less confident.

The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Akenna.

You grin at Vincien.

'''Speaking to you, Vincien says, "No pressure."'''

Vincien starts chuckling at you!

'''You say, "So I'm sure everyone wants me to talk about fashion...."."'''

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Vincien.

Vincien takes a drink from his aged merlot.

Speaking to Vincien, Xanthium says, "Oh, he does well under pressure."

Rohese nods eagerly to you.

Speaking to Vincien, Xanthium says, "Ask Leafiara's talking points from last night how they feel."

Xanthium takes a drink from her aged merlot.

Xanthium whistles a complicated ditty, impressing you with her virtuosity.
'''
You say, "But I think its more imperative to talk about some other gaps in my campaign since that's why we are all here. Really. I hope."'''

Meggiemae just arrived.

Corlyne starts chuckling at you!

Vincien begins chuckling at Xanthium!

Elaejia furrows her brow.

Ithilwyn takes a drink from her peach-infused champagne.

Traiva flutters her wings at Meggiemae.

Xanthium gazes admiringly at you.

Landrai pours herself a slim flute of peach-infused champagne.

Naamit appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Tabubu just arrived.

Traiva takes a drink from her gilt-hued chardonnay.

Speaking to you, Vincien encourages, "Indeed it is, good sir."

'''You say, "I have a reputation right now as the anti-Imperialist candidate, and that's well earned I think."
'''
'''You say, "But not mistake my anti-Imperial control stance as an Anti-Imperials stance."'''

Vincien takes a drink from his aged merlot.

Rohese inclines her head.

Xanthium nods to you.

Xanthium smiles.

Tabubu walks over to the chair and settles down.

Lady Landrai just went southwest.

'''You say, "Wehnimer's Landing trives and is made special by the diversity the town attracts."'''

Speaking smoothly to you, Xanthium asks, "Who doesn't love a good Vornavis red, hm?"

Aeith sits down.

Xanthium takes a drink from her aged merlot.

Traiva begins chortling at Xanthium.

Xanthium winks at Traiva.

Speaking softly to Corlyne, Rohese whispers aloud, "I really should updates myself on frontier politics, it sounds intriguing."

Vincien takes a drink from his aged merlot.

Akenna attempts to hum a merry little tune.

'''You say, "I would never seek to turn away Imperial refugees, immigrants, and visitors. I would not turn away allies."'''

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Traiva whispers aloud, "Good luck. I live here and I am a bit lost."

Akenna takes a drink from her aged merlot.

Rohese nods appreciatively at Akenna.

Speaking to Rohese, Corlyne whispers aloud, "Only if you provide a guide, I'm equally as lost."

Rohese smiles at Akenna.

Rohese giggles softly at Corlyne.

Traiva giggles at Xanthium.

Speaking to Rohese, Elaejia murmurs, "I was just wondering the same."

Rohese gazes in amusement at Traiva.

Speaking softly to Traiva, Rohese says, "That doesn't bode well for me then."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Ithilwyn ponders.

Akenna rubs her satin gown.

'''You say, "That would make me quite the hippocrite as a refugee from Talador."'''

Akenna dusts off her satin gown.

Traiva grins.

Traiva looks over at Rohese and shakes her head.

Ribbet grins.

Vincien grins at you.

'''You say, "A twice over refugee at that."'''

High Lady Treeva just arrived.

Rohese nods sympathetically to you.

Xanthium says, "The Empire is often treated as a monolith, when each of the baronies and counties has its own traditions, feelings and often their own agendas."

Rohese beams happily at Treeva!

Traiva calmly flutters her wings at you to an unheard rhythm.

Rohese kisses Treeva tenderly on the cheek.

Aeith reaches up and snags a tiny amber harvest mouse, pulling the creature off her shoulder.

Treeva flashes a quick grin.

Treeva smooches Rohese on the cheek.

Traiva removes a delicate watered silk fan from her belt.

With a flick of her wrist Traiva snaps open her watered silk fan.

Traiva waves her watered silk fan a few times, clearly enjoying the cool breeze.

Aeith just closed a lightweight rugged survival pack with embossed leather straps and mithril buckles.

Aeith blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.

Xanthium gazes heavenward.

'''You say, "When I am speaking out against imperial influence its over the grave conflicts of interest. Holding both positions of power within city government."'''

'''You say, "While holding land and titles in Imperial lands."'''

Xanthium smiles at Elysia.

Vincien nods slowly.

Ribbet nods slowly to you.

Xanthium says, "Protecting the Landing's status and independence, since we've all seen what happens when one of the baronies decides to add to their war chests."

'''You say, "In that regard I am also not a hypocrite. I never sought any higher office than barrister until my homelands were long gone..."'''

Xanthium mutters hochstib.

Mister Polveiss just arrived.

Polveiss sits down.

Rohese smiles at you.

Traiva gently rests her hand on Xanthium's shoulder.

Rohese nods in greeting at Polveiss.

Rohese smiles.

House Seer Rovvigen just arrived.

Polveiss waves to Rohese.

Xanthium smiles at Rovvigen.

Great Lord Siggurd just arrived.

Rovvigen softly says, "Rovvi here have no fear."

'''You say, "So I hope that sets the record straight for some people and elucidates my stance there."'''

Traiva flutters her wings at Polveiss.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen bows.

Rohese nods in greeting at Siggurd.

Polveiss grins.

Rohese giggles softly at Rovvigen.

Ribbet nods to Polveiss in greeting.

Siggurd smiles.

Ribbet nods to Rovvigen in greeting.

'''You exclaim, "Now let's bid on some dresses!"'''

Naamit nods with satisfaction to you.

Rovvigen nods at Ribbet.

'''Speaking to you, Vincien exclaims, "Thank you and yes ... let's do this!"'''
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Latest revision as of 00:00, 21 March 2020

Campaign Events

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

Flirtations with Faerinn II, Charlatos the 7th, Silvergate Inn

Conversation and Comestibles, Charlatos the 8th, Vipershroud, Temple of Ivas

Log Recorded and Provided by Candidate Xorus

Official Mayoral Debate 5120, Charlatos the 14th, Moot Hall Chamber of Justice

Log Recorded and Provided by Candidate Xorus

Flirtations with Faerinn III

5120 Silvergate Inn Mayoral Triathlon

Elanthian Elegance Auction Fundraiser for Faerinn Greatsinger