Mayor's race heats up!
Dateline: Day 6 of Eorgaen, 5102: Wehnimer's Landing

The mayoral candidates will be hosting an informational event on their policies Feastday evening, six Eorgaen, beginning at nine elven. All citizens who are interested in learning more about who to throw their vote behind in the upcoming elections are urged to attend and listen.

Each candidate will make a short speech addressing the populace and detailing their policies, plans and platform. What will be said is up to the individuals involved, but no civic-minded citizen of Wehnimer's Landing should fail to attend. Rarl will serve as Master of Ceremonies and open the Wehnimer's Landing Courtroom to spectators.

In the interest of public service, the Elanthian Journal will continue to accept political advertisements free of charge from any individual who has thrown their hat into the ring for this election. We believe in fair elections and pledge to remain neutral in the campaign, accepting contributions from all sides.

A special thanks to Juspera and her Good Ole GS3 page. Unfortunately it is no longer available and I have it here for archive purposes, but credit where credit is due.

Juspera comments, "Xanith, you survived? That's... uh... not at all suspicious."

Xanith, "He did nae notice me somehow."

Rekarth says, "Perhaps they were blinded by the pink."

This is a long log, but it's vaguely divided into rough sections by bold text, and may conceivably be read in installments. It occurred the night of December 7th, 2002. It begins midway through one of the candidates speeches.

Sintik says, "In conclusion, you can vote for me, or you can vote for the man in the diaper.... but think, who's going to be serious"

Sintik says, "to all 5 people upstairs"

Sintik nods.

Rarl chuckles.

Rarl nods to Sintik.

[Moot Hall, Chamber of Justice]
Two high-backed, elaborately carved chairs face the imposing, burnished oak bench where members of the official Tribunal 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 notice a burnished oak bench an oak door.
Also here: The crowd is too large to see everyone who is here.
Obvious exits: out.

Rarl says, "Next up, Lord Nevrek, a favorite in these parts."

Nevrek asks, "Hm?"

Rarl calls for silence.

You quietly sit down.

Rarl says, "Nevrek, you may address the court."

Nevrek stands to address the court.

Nevrek says, "I'd love to."

Nevrek clears his throat.

Nevrek surveys the area.

(Nevrek squints outward, peering at the crowd.)

Nevrek says, "This is really bad timing for me to get up here, you know."

Nevrek says, "I did just arrive, and am not avare of tonight's proceedings in their entirety."

Nevrek gazes heavenward.

You whisper quietly to Nevrek.

Nevrek asks, "My platform?"

Since you do not have the floor, you decide not to.

Nevrek says, "Such a poor term.. platform.. for my goals."

Nevrek says, "I intend, if elected, to .. do all sorts of grand things."

Nevrek smiles really broadly, tapping at his pockets in search of something.

Nevrek says, "Ahhh... like, the reinforcement of the gates... eh. Valls."

Nevrek says, "I support local business, you know."

Nevrek clears his throat.

Nevrek says, "A strong economy is a good thing, for the Landing."

Nevrek says, "Vill propel it into the future."

(Nevrek dips his hands in and out of his pockets, desperately trying to locate something.)

Nevrek says, "Ahhh... and.. the Bay's shoreline.."

Nevrek says, "It is eroding, so.. eh. I'll ... hope to do something about that.."

Nevrek says, "I detailed it in a missive to the journal."

Nevrek exclaims, "Vhere are my notes?!"

Nevrek begins to twitch.

Nevrek slowly empties his lungs.

Nevrek says, "I think I'll just finish, now, by saying that I am unprepared now, but fully prepared to do the Landing justice, if elected."

Nevrek says, "A Vote for Nevrek is a vote for a Better Landing."

Nevrek nods.

Nevrek turns around.

Rarl nods to Nevrek.

Rarl declares the Chamber of Justice open for discussion and debate. The crowd immediately erupts into animated conversation.

(Juspera claps, once.)

Rekarth looks closely at your diaphanous blue gown.

You stare at Rekarth.

Rarl says, "Lady Juspera"

You stand back up.

Rarl says, "A recent entry of some dubious reputation."

Juspera smiles at the balcony.

You scowl at Rarl.

(Juspera waves to someone in the back row.)

You dust off an ankle-length diaphanous blue gown.

Rarl calls for silence.

You quietly sit down.

Rarl says, "Juspera, you may address the court."

You stand up to address the court.

You say, "Why, thank you."

You say, "I'm Juspera Spintari."

You say, "I've spent about 50 years in the Landing."

You say, "Not all of them at once."

You say, "But all of them attentive to my surroundings."

You say, "I grew up on the Landing's streets."

You say, "I've known poverty and want."

You say, "I'm not rich, even now."

You say, "I pay no taxes and hold no home. I don't believe in taxes."

You say, "These aren't my only qualifications..."

You say, "I'm a staunch member of the House of the Argent Aspis, one of our houses dedicated to helping newcomers."

You say, "I've always been a reknowned organizer of events."

You say, "I know how to plan and how to make things happen with a minimum of fuss."

You say, "For instance, how to plan ahead for events so one ends up with more than ten people in the audience."

(Juspera makes a sidelong glance at someone, though it's not apparent whom.)

You say, "My four main priorities as mayor will be Delegation, Fortification, Investigation, and No Taxation."

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Nevrek whispers, "Heh heh..."

You say, "Delegation means sharing the responsibility with others."

You say, "If elected, I'll be raising common people to positions of power in my cabinet."

You say, "All will be welcome to apply."

You say, "Fortification means increasing the town's physical defenses."

You say, "Replacing the gate, repairing the walls, removing all flammable thatched roofs in town and replacing them with tile or the like."

You say, "Investigation -- I mean to fully investigate the judicial system."

Rarl asks, "Without taxation? Really?"

You say, "Especially the man we all trust to do the job of constable."

Rarl rolls his eyes.

You say, "Oh, yes, my friend."

You ask, "Do you remember when the Landing burnt to the ground, and rich adventurers rushed to lend their aid?"

You say, "Not just with money."

You say, "With their time."

You say, "Even more precious."

You say, "We had our richest and most famous out there... chopping down trees."

You say, "I know the Landing."

You say, "It is a closed fist when forced, but an open hand if asked."

You say, "And it does NOT like to have its priorities decided for it."

You say, "I'll only be supporting projects the people of the Landing actually want to see done."

You say, "I am not going to steal the people's money, and spend it willy-nilly on things only I care about."

Juspera smiles benevolently.

You place your hand on your diaphanous blue gown.

You say, "I'm sure I've used up my allotted time."

You say, "Thank you."

You curtsy.

Rarl says, "Juspera, please be seated."

You return to your seat.

Rarl says, "Lord Xanith, another recent entrant is next. With his garb, I do believe he is looking for the disenfranchised, alternate vote."

Rarl says, "Xanith, you may address the court."

Rarl says, "Or is that alternative vote."

Rarl says, "Whatever."

Rarl asks, "The pink pixie vote?"

Xanith says, "Pixies are children...I am certainly not"

Xanith says, "Well, I'd like to start by saying greetings fellow candidates and honorable spectactors in the gallery"

Xanith bows.

Xanith says, "For those whom I have yet to meet, my name is Xanith Sourcerus, more commonly known as the Faerie Warlord."

Xanith says, "I'm not much for long formal speeches and I'm sure you'll hear plenty throughout this race. There are a lot of great candidates running and a lot of great ideas out there."

Xanith says, "I'd like to take this time to tell you about my qualifications, my positions and why I think I have what it takes you be your mayor."

Xanith says, "I've grown from a whelp to a warrior in this town. I've seen adventurers, fads and most importantly, enemies come and go."

Xanith says, "I've fought against the Bregandians, the Vvrael, and a host of others who wish ill will toward our town. I've always felt strongly about protecting this city, especially since I grew up here."

Xanith says, "Despite my unique appearance, I'm a common adventurer like yourself. And I have a few ideas that I think will help our great town."

Xanith says, "I believe in doing what YOU want me to do. I wish to have regular meetings and forums to see what you want and discuss what could be done to get it."

Xanith says, "If ye are tired of all the bureacracy in Moot Hall, I'll deal with it for you with a sharp blade and a brutal fist."

Xanith asks, "Why should ye pay taxes fer people who get nothing done?"

Xanith says, "If ye are tired of the price gouging by local merchants, I'll have some sense beaten into them."

Xanith says, "I know we all wish to be able to relax after a hard day hunting. I'll give Helga the resources she needs to make that a reality for the entire town"

Xanith says, "A lot of my fellow candidates are running on the position of defending and fortifying our town"

Xanith says, "I agree with that"

Xanith says, "But I'd take it a step further"

Xanith grins.

Xanith says, "I will make the Landing a place to be feared, where evil creatures cannot approach our gates without quaking in their boots"

Xanith says, "These are what I will do if elected and I hope when you head to the polls, you Think Pink and Think Xanith"

Xanith says, "Thank you"

Xanith bows.

Rarl says, "Xanith, please be seated."

Direphen just arrived.

Rarl says, "Lord Ardwen, who is attempting to buy this election is next. Last I heard, he promised a crit weighted blade in every pot."

Vorost just arrived.

Vedon just arrived.

Rarl says, "Ardwen, you may address the court."

Ardwen stands to address the court.

Garrilon just arrived.

Ardwen asks, "I did?"

Ardwen stares at Rarl.

Garrilon says, "good evening my good Rarl"

Garrilon bows.

Rarl says, "Evening my lord Garrilon."

Garrilon says, "I have arrived with my compatriots as I promised"

Rarl nods.

Garrilon asks, "the election is ready I assume?"

You see Garrilon Gorandor.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He appears to be in the prime of life and average height. He has heavy-lidded black eyes and dark skin. He has shoulder length, loose blue-black hair. He has a bony face and an aquiline nose.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing some black leather boots, a hooded cold grey cloak, a black leather sheath, a heavy backpack, and an inky black shirt.

>scratch my ear
Not while court is in session.
[You may 'go stairs' to sit in the upper balcony where you may move about more freely.]

Garrilon says, "and these are the fine candidates that were mentioned in my letter I believe"

Garrilon says, "good evening to each of you"

Rarl nods to Garrilon.

Garrilon bows.

Ardwen says, "In order to save all you good folks time, I will keep it short and simple"

Ardwen says, "Assuming Rarl is done"

Rarl says, "Oh, I am done."

Garrilon says, "actually"

Rarl says, "I have all your coins."

Garrilon says, "Milord Rarl is done"

Garrilon says, "as are all of you"

* Atac drops dead at your feet!

* Ardwen drops dead at your feet!

Vorost removes a silvery dagger from in his weapon harness.

* Rekarth drops dead at your feet!

You quietly stand up.

* Tealcie drops dead at your feet!

Lord Nevrek just went out.

It seems you have died, my friend.

* Methais drops dead at your feet!

Vorost removes a silvery dagger from in his weapon harness.

* Kimmurial drops dead at your feet!

Vorost removes a silvery dagger from in his weapon harness.

You hear the ghostly voice of Ardwen say, "So um"

Garrilon says, "The election has been decided already ladies and gentlemen"

Garrilon says, "and I regret to inform you that you all lose"

* Songowl drops dead at your feet!

Garrilon smiles darkly.

'Bah.
You do not have the floor.

Garrilon says, "milord Rarl, my task is finished here"

Garrilon says, "the newly appointed mayor has been brought to town"

You hear the ghostly voice of Ardwen ask, "Appointed?"

Garrilon asks, "would you do me the kind honor of finishing up this... mess?"

Rarl declares the Chamber of Justice open for discussion and debate. The crowd immediately erupts into animated conversation.

You hear the ghostly voice of Rekarth say, "You will both pay most dearly for this, I assure you..."

Lacheis leans on Rarl.

You exclaim, "Hey!"

You say, "You big dumb..."

Lacheis says, "Good work my servant."

Garrilon says, "I beg to differ"

You hear the ghostly voice of Methais calmly say, "Ah, if it isn't...Lacheis."

Lacheis smirks.

[Moot Hall, Chamber of Justice]
Two high-backed, elaborately carved chairs face the imposing, burnished oak bench where members of the official Tribunal 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 notice a burnished oak bench an oak door.
Also here: The crowd is too large to see everyone who is here.
Obvious exits: out.

Direphen looks around frantically as if trying to find somewhere to hide. With a quick twist of his ring, Direphen disappears while muttering, "You have not seen the last of me!"

Garrilon bows to Lacheis.

Rarl nods to Lacheis.

Lacheis bows to Garrilon.

Vedon loudly chants, "Burzash dolen minn ia!

With a deft wave of his hand, Vedon vanishes into a bright flash and a cloud of dingy grey smoke!

Garrilon says, "I bid you good evening"

Lacheis says, "Fools."

Garrilon looks around frantically as if trying to find somewhere to hide. With a quick twist of his ring, Garrilon disappears while muttering, "You have not seen the last of me!"

Vorost looks around frantically as if trying to find somewhere to hide. With a quick twist of his ring, Vorost disappears while muttering, "You have not seen the last of me!"

Lacheis says, "We own this town."

You say, "What the..."

You exclaim, "Look, whoever you are, a little death does not mean the end of the mayoral race!"

You hear the ghostly voice of Atac say, "Damn."

You hear the ghostly voice of Ardwen ask, "So Methais how shall we deal with Rarl and his friends?"

You hear the ghostly voice of Methais calmly say, "We'll discuss that later Ardwen, when they can't hear us."

You see Lacheis Taurvon.
He appears to be a Human.
He appears to be senescent. He has hazel eyes and black skin. He has very long, black hair.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a well-balanced steel sabre in his right hand.
He is wearing some black linen trousers, a rugged leather harness, a jeweled sabre sheath, a dark grey travelling cloak, a wide-brimmed black felt hat, an unlaced pleated black silk shirt, and an iron-bound hide shield.

Lacheis says, "Lord Rarl, you did wonderful. I wondered if any of them bothered to check your credentials."

Rarl says, "Never my Lord."

Rarl chuckles.

Lacheis says, "Thank you for the coins."

You say, "You seem to think our deaths are significant."

You hear the ghostly voice of Methais calmly say, "Enjoy your glory while you can, Lacheis. And as for you Rarl, you shall be dealt with accordingly as well."

Lacheis says, "I do appreciate it."

Saberwolv grumbles.

You say, "Rarl provided us with endless publicity."

You say, "We win."

Lacheis loudly chants, "Burzash dolen minn ia!

With a deft wave of his hand, Lacheis vanishes into a bright flash and a cloud of dingy grey smoke!

Rarl fades from view.

Xanith says, "They're getting away"

Jorddyn is trying to drag you, if you want to prevent her from doing so type "GROUP CLOSE".

Jorddyn grabs your body and drags it out with her.

[Moot Hall, Great Lobby]
This is the great lobby of the Moot Hall. Hushed voices discussing urgent town matters echo off the high ceiling. The walls are draped in rich tapestries framing niches that hold marble busts of local dignitaries. Ahead of you is a double door, and to your left, a mahogany door bearing a silver plaque. You also see the Jorddyn disk, a huge wall map of the lands carved from solid maple and polished to a deep sheen, a double door, the Debt Collector's Office, a staircase with a sign tacked to it, a small brass plaque with a map of town mounted on the wall and a blackboard.
Also here: Lady Jorddyn, Hhooru, the body of Lord Rekarth who is lying down, Tayson, the body of Ardwen who is lying down, the body of Tealcie who is lying down, the body of Atac who is lying down, Hortiace
Obvious exits: east, out

Xanith says, "I do nae know why they missed me"

You say, "I'm sure they simply didn't notice you."

Xanith says, "Aye"

You say, "I'm sure you're not on their side or anything."

You say, "That would be silly."

Xanith asks, "Why would I side with those fools?"

I get raised and go to the Mayor's Office.

[Moot Hall, Mayor's Office]
The mayor's office is spartan, with straightbacked chairs, over one of which is draped a striped voalcat vest, and a stolid desk. A cabinet contains a menacing assortment of iron and steel weapons, a few hunting trophies, and parchment maps of the Landing and outlying districts. The mayor, his feet up on the desk, seems to be lost in thought. You also see the red Hhooru disk and a varnished modwir door.
Also here: Hhooru, Lady Sherysse, Perigourd, Ethryn, Lord Nevrek, Blades, Lord Xanith, Tayson, Ardwen, Lord Merryleon, Saberwolv
Obvious exits: none

The mayor paces back and forth muttering something about crime getting out of hand and talking to the constable.

Xanith says, "Had I been able to move, I would have broken the fools in half"

Blades says, "Hmm."

You glance at Blades.

The mayor says, "Merryleon, got a moment? I need a light for my cigar."

Blades glances at you.

Xanith says, "Ye get nothing, yer nothing but a puppet...so called "mayor""

(Nevrek leans against the wall, staring at the mayor, seated at his desk, studying him.)

Merryleon confidently says, "I seem to be out of matches, 'Mayor'."

Xanith says, "Lacheis' lapdog"

The mayor says, "Off with you then, what use are you."

(Merryleon shows his drake dagger to the mayor, a bit closer than necessary.)

Nevrek says, "Go on. Light the man's cigar."

You say, "I don't know what our first order of business is."

You say, "But I know what the last order is."

The mayor brightens up as if he has just had a wonderful idea. "You know, the town needs money. I think I'd like to raise taxes. I'll have to bring that up at the next town council meeting," he says.

Nevrek says, "Eh, I got out of the room, vhen people started dropping, and vas still slain."

Nevrek says, "I... haff suspicions, at this point."

Nevrek takes off a silver mayoral race button.

Nevrek says, "Suspicions in This."

Nevrek taps a silver mayoral race button.

Nevrek says, "All of us had these buttons."

The mayor says, "The election was decided. You will need to learn to live with it. I thank you all for your confidence in my ability. For now, you are dismissed."

Methais calmly says, "Come closer, so-called Mayor."

Methais calmly says, "There will be no living with it. You and those you work with shall perish by our hand."

Nevrek says, "He'll call the guards, Methais."

You say, "Your puppeteers' SAYING the race is over doesn't make it so."

You ask, "You hear me?"

Methais calmly asks, "How can an election be decided when an election never took place?"

Summerlyn says, "There was never going to be an election."

Summerlyn sighs.

Blades says, "Could have told you that."

Saberwolv grumpily says, "an astute observation....from a woman"

(Juspera leans over the mayor's dest, the silk of her gown rustling against the wood... pushes his feet aside, and pokes at his chest.)

You say, "You tell them."

You say, "This race is still on."

The mayor says, "Juspera?"

The mayor says, "I need an ale, attend to it please."

Methais calmly says, "I would strongly suggest you and your cohorts abandon whatever plan it is you have and leave this town. There are far more of us than there are of you. You do not want to have this town roused against you, I promise you that."

Blades asks, "So...your...mayorship...Do you have a name?"

You say, "Whoever you are, your rump in that chair means nothing."

You say, "Rarl's exposure means nothing."

You say, "Rarl was kind enough to grant us all the publicity we need to gain the support of this town."

You say, "Our signs are everywhere."

You say, "Everyone knows who we are."

You ask, "You?"

You scoff.

Perigourd says, "we dont even know his name"

You say, "When we say the race is still on..."

You say, "They'll listen to US."

You tap yourself on the chest.

You say, "Not you."

You ask, "Do you think they want someone in office they didn't elect?"

You exclaim, "They want an election!"

(Merryleon nods at Juspera's chest.)

You stare at Merryleon.

Merryleon blinks at you.

Saberwolv grumpily says, "He realizes wimin are to serve ale an light ceegars.....he may indeed be a wise mayor"

Merryleon releases a slow, low whistle.

You say, "Rarl was a useful servant. For US."

Methais calmly says, "I shall return momentarily. For your sake, I recommend you not be here when I return...."mayor"."

The mayor says, "Methais, if your going out, can you get me that ale. I am parched."

You say, "But if he's gone, we'll go on without him."

Perigourd says, "till a true election is held you're not fit to sit in that chair"

(Perigourd walks behind the desk and forcefully pulls the "mayor" out of his chair.)

The mayor says, "Guards, remove Perigourd from my presence."

Suddenly the town constable, supported by a sizeable posse, comes charging in!

The constable says, "So dere ya are Perigourd! We've a warrant for yar arrest. Now come 'long quietly or we'll hang ya right where ya stand."

With that, the deputies wrestle Perigourd to the ground and force some manacles on him.

Without any hesitation the posse heads off with their prisoner.

Nevrek says, "This vill become clear, later."

Nevrek says, "Crystal clear."

(Nevrek glances at the man behind the mayor's desk, then turns sharply on his heel.)

The candidates and others meet to discuss things.

[Hissing Basilisk Table]
On the table is a yellowed and sooty basilisk skull turned upside down. A beeswax candle hisses cheerfully inside the skull, casting a warm glow on the nearby patrons. You also see the red Hhooru disk.
Also here: Hhooru, Morgiest, Lady Sherysse, Tayson, Lord Merryleon, Perigourd, Skoal, Cheslica, Ardwen, Lord Xanith, Kimmurial, Atac, Lord Rekarth, Lord Nevrek
Obvious exits: out

Atac asks, "Which "society" was he talkin' about?"

Atac says, "Speak up, if ya do."

(Juspera taps her left eyebrow with her right thumb, cryptically.)

You say, "A certain society of which I may be a member."

You say, "It doesn't mean I agree with their "new mayor.""

Atac says, "A heard an "icy voice whispers in your ear "It's not a good idea to attack a society member""

Nevrek leans against a long table.

Nevrek says, "Demonstrate your skill in Gatherings, Juspera."

Nevrek says, "Pull this to order."

You flash a wide grin.

You say, "My intention..."

My skill at gatherings is demonstrated by the pages of chatter I've edited from the log.

You say, "Is that we hold the election ourselves."

You ask, "Why not?"

You say, "Their hold on the law is no better than ours."

You say, "I say we declare a date in the Journal. Appoint Songowl to collect votes. Take our winner, and install him by force."

You say, "And we vote on this now."

You pull out a chair and plop yourself down at the table.

You pound your fist on the long table!

Nevrek says, "I vould recommend the buttons be stowed in a locker, inside a mithril box."

Nevrek says, "I think the buttons might be tracking us, and making us vulnerable to something."

Atac says, "Dey slaughtered nearly all of us."

You glance at Nevrek.

You say, "You may be right."

Cheslica removes some finger cymbals from in her midriff length bodice.

Cheslica softly shakes her cymbals, starting a gentle and lulling rhythm.

You recite:

"We vote on whether we should hold the election ourselves."

You say, "Right now."

You begin to collect votes of the yes and no variety.

You say, "VOTE yes or no."

Nevrek says, "Gods above, there is enough noise in here vithout someone playing cymbals."

Nevrek glances at Cheslica.

Xanith casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Sherysse casts her vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Atac casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Kimmurial casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Skoal casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

You say, "Three ayes. Four. Five."

Cheslica weaves her cymbals's soft rhythm with intricate flourishes and a dash of drama.

Ardwen casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Cheslica glances at Nevrek.

Nevrek stares at Cheslica.

Cheslica says, "Quite rude."

Cheslica nods to Nevrek.

Nevrek says, "Quite busy."

Merryleon casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Hhooru casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Tayson casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

You say, "We have a majority."

Nevrek says, "It takes efery last shred of my patience to tolerate Perigourd and Merryleon."

You announce the current tally of votes:

YES votes collected: 0

NO votes collected: 0

You cough.

Atac squints.

Nevrek says, "Don't add your pretty Faendryl self to the heap."

Atac casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

A passerby runs off to the constable screaming Juspera has committed impropriety!

Kimmurial laughs!

Xanith casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Atac says, "Oh damn."

Skoal announces a vote of "Yes" to you, which you record.

Your jaw drops.

Kimmurial casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Suddenly the town constable, supported by a sizeable posse, comes charging in!

The constable says, "So dere ya are Juspera! We've a warrant for yar arrest. Now come 'long quietly or we'll hang ya right where ya stand."

With that, the deputies wrestle you to the ground and force some manacles on you.

The constable and the posse drag you back to the Constabulary.

Arriving at the jail, he strips you of your possessions, opens a strong ironbound door and throws you bodily to the darkness within the door. "There thou wilt remain until the judge has words with thee!" he chortles gleefully.

With a dull thud and rattle of keys in a lock, the door closes and locks, leaving you trapped within.

[Wehnimer's, Jail Cell]
Dirty walls surround you, and a metal-banded door blocks your only exit. From somewhere in the darkness you can hear the sound of a creature moving about.
Obvious exits: none

All your confiscated items will be made available in the Constable's Office once you have paid your fine. You have ONE hour *real-time* to pay your fine *and* go pick up your items, or any and all items will be sold to charity. The timer starts NOW.

Somehow you know that if you do not see the Judge within one hour *REAL TIME*, your belongings, which the Constable holds, will be sold at auction.

You suddenly feel less protected.

I'm part of another little meeting after I get back. A while into it...

[Temple, Corridor]
Fragrant flowers are crushed beneath your feet as you walk down this corridor of polished white marble. An ornate arch of pink granite marks the entrance to the wedding chapel, where many a blushing bride and her betrothed have exchanged their vows of everlasting love under the watchful eyes of their gods. You also see a bright-eyed tawny lemur that is sitting, a white marble arch leading back to the main temple and an oak door.
Also here: Ulial, Kimmurial, Ardwen, Lord Xanith, Lord Rekarth, Tayson, Skoal, Brinn, Atac
Obvious exits: north

Ulial says, "I think Lacheis and the rest of them ran off though"

Atac nods.

Ardwen claps a hand to his neck as a dart spears into it. He screams as his skin turns a bright red, then slumps over, dead.

Ardwen says, "Oww"

* Ardwen drops dead at your feet!

Atac says, "Oh damn."

You gaze heavenward.

Rekarth sighs.

Atac says we should try to get the local rogue guild on our side. I get there ahead of him.

[Guildmaster's Office]
The office is small, but well-appointed in contrast to the rough stone of the building outside. Rich paneling in a variety of exotic woods covers the walls, hung with fine tapestries and paintings from all corners of Elanthia. A large polished ebony desk, carved around its edges with elaborate symbols of the Arkati, dominates the room. You also see Guild Master Dante and a carved ebony archway.
Obvious exits: none

You exclaim, "Dante!"

You curtsy.

You dust off an ankle-length diaphanous blue gown.

You ask, "Have you heard what's happened?"

You peer quizzically at Guild Master Dante.

Dante bows slightly to you. "Guild Master Dante," he says, "at your service. If you need anything of me, just ASK."

You smile at Dante.

You say, "Yes, yes."

You say, "I know."

You ask, "Oh, see my gown?"

You show Guild Master Dante your diaphanous blue gown.

You blush a delicate shade of pink.

Atac's group came through a carved ebony archway.

Atac asks in guild speak, "He talkin'?"

You say, "Not yet."

[Guildmaster's Office]
The office is small, but well-appointed in contrast to the rough stone of the building outside. Rich paneling in a variety of exotic woods covers the walls, hung with fine tapestries and paintings from all corners of Elanthia. A large polished ebony desk, carved around its edges with elaborate symbols of the Arkati, dominates the room. You also see Guild Master Dante and a carved ebony archway. Also here: Quidam, Lord Hawkster, Lord Sharpnose, Atac Obvious exits: none

You say, "Dante, you know me."

You say, "I've always been good to you."

You ask, "Oh, have you seen my tattoo?"

You show Guild Master Dante your poison ivy tattoo.

You dust off an ankle-length diaphanous blue gown.

Hawkster asks, "can I see too?"

Hawkster ducks his head.

You say, "Dante, come on."

You hear the voice of Blades say, "I've been sittin here watching Juspera blantenly hit on Dante."

You blush a delicate shade of pink.

Quidam throws back his head and roars with laughter!

You say, "Maybe you should try, Blades."

You hear the voice of Blades say, "You know you can never lose me."

Blades fades into visibility.

You kick Blades!

(Juspera winces and glances at her bare foot.)

You turn to face Guild Master Dante.

You smile at Dante.

Dante says, "twould be nice if'n she'd go ta helga's wit me, but no such luck"

You flash a wide grin.

You say, "Oh, you know I would."

You say, "Come on, Master."

Quidam says, "aye...she be a tease."

(Juspera picks at Dante's sleeve.)

You say, "Help a girl out."

Dante says, "sadly my beautiful beau, I'm on duty"

You blush a delicate shade of pink.

You say, "All right."

Blades stares off into space.

Quidam asks, "an what about da murders?"

Atac says, "Ye got yer ear to tha ground, no question."

Dante says, "something needs to be done about the local assassins guild. They're getting a mite uppity"

You exclaim, "Yeah, that's what I thought!"

Blades asks, "Assassins Guild?"

You say, "We don't want them cramping our style."

You say, "We need to show them we run things around here."

Quidam asks, "what cen we do about dis guild?"

Dante says, "I choose you and Blades to take care of it for us"

You say, "Not them, and not that... society."

Atac says, "Ah was told that a "society" was out ta git me."

Blades coughs.

Quidam says, "Blades will be needin' my help."

Quidam appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You ask, "Who and Blades?"

Blades asks, "You expect me to take out a guild of assassins and I don't even know where they at?"

Dante says, "I imagine everyone in society would be after you Atac - you REALLY need a bath"

Atac holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

You squeakily ask, "Me and Blades?"

You cough.

Atac nods to you.

Blades nods to you.

You ask, "Me and Blades?"

Atac says, "Ah think so..."

How can they be so mean to you?!

Blades asks, "Any idea where they can be found Dante?"

You fidget.

You say, "But, uh."

You say, "Yeah, uh."

You say, "You know."

You glance at Guild Master Dante.

You say, "We need your support, you know."

You say, "We need the support of the Rogue Guild."

Blades says, "I'll gladly cut some throats for ya but I need a bone here."

Dante says, "One with your mental acuity should be able to do this without that kind of assistance Blades"

Blades glances at Guild Master Dante.

Blades chuckles.

You glance at Guild Master Dante.

You say, "You don't want Blades acting on his own."

You say, "Really, his mental acuity is nothing special."

Dante says, "I don't?"

Blades gestures at you.
CS: +458 - TD: +149 + CvA: +25 + d100: +72 - -5 == +411
Warding failed!
You are stunned.

Quidam says, "now now."

Quidam gestures at you.
You are able to move again.
You are no longer stunned.

Blades says, "seems quite acute."

How can they be so mean to you?!

Dante says, "He just can't shear sheep"

Atac says, "He don't look like he needs all that much help."

You say, "No, I would never second-guess you, Dante."

You say, "But surely you don't want ME to help Blades out."

You say, "I mean."

Blades asks, "How bout we go lookin around?"

Blades peers quizzically at you.

Poor baby!

You squeakily ask, "You and me?"

You cough.

Blades asks, "How many of them do we know of?"

Atac says, "Lacheis, Rarl, Garrilon, Vorston"

Atac says, "Direphen"

You say, "They had those weird rings."

Blades asks, "Perhaps you should keep the obvious disdain for those you align with quiet?"

Blades glances at you.

You bite your lip.

You ask, "Well, what about you?"

You say, "Honestly, I'd like to see some obvious disdain from you."

You say, "Because really, Blades, I'm not sure just who you support."

You say, "Besides yourself."

You fidget.

Blades says, "I decide by what I see."

Atac stares at you.

You ask, "I mean... right, guys?"

Ulial shrugs.

You ask, "Guys?"

Hawkster snickers.

Quidam shrugs.

Atac shrugs.

How can they be so mean to you?!

You idly pick at an ankle-length diaphanous blue gown.

You call an end to the voting! You have ten minutes to handle the tally. If you need more, you may use VOTE EXTEND to increase the time to an hour.

Damn VOTE verb.

Blades says, "I say we go have a look around."

Blades asks, "Ever been called bait before?"

You whine. Poor baby!

You say, "Fine."

You say, "I can stand somewhere and be too loud."

Blades rubs a clear glass amulet.
Blades suddenly disappears.

Blades whispers, "They'll come looking for you."

Blades whispers, "walk around."

(Juspera pads around the square on her bare feet, whistling tremulously.)

Blades whispers, "Act normal."

No comment.

You fidget.

We walk around for a while. Nothing happens. Eventually I hear that Atac and Methais have been assassinated (again) too, but nothing happens with us.

You focus your mind on Blades and think:
"I am going to the ball. If they want me they will have to find me there."

[Silvergate, Grand Ballroom]
Burgundy and gold damask frame the arched windows and alcoves lining the walls of this spacious room. The polished oak floor beckons you to the dance while comfortable sofas fill the alcoves, inviting guests weary from the dance to rest. A marble archway to the north leads to the foyer. You also see an engraved wooden box, a grey cat that is sleeping, a red linen-covered table embroidered with rampant silver lions with some stuff on it, some runners of holly with intertwined silver-edged crimson ribbon and a polished oak door.
Also here: Meracko, Great Lady Lissanne, Daggahl, Chastity, Ylena, Arielas, Osmodin, Faiyth, Lady Atheana, Roh, Fionguala, Lady Cyanah, Keelymoon, Rubi, Renowned Lady Tenderhand, Vormalak, Mystra, Dagor, Ahmeuseng, Tzuriz, Aranrhod, Lord Tolwynn, Falsin, Melisandra, Pudgee, Tirayana, Elanus who is sitting, Lunafleur who is sitting
Obvious exits: north

Ahmeuseng exclaims, "Juspy!"

Faiyth says, "I want dat gown.."

Arielas exclaims, "Oh, that's a beautiful gown, Juspera!"

You say, "Why, thank you."

Osmodin asks, "What gown?"

Smart alecs.

Faiyth asks, "What gown!?"

Faiyth laughs!

Tirayana whispers, "Beautiful gown, dear."

Tolwynn whispers, "Is some gown, at tha', ya show it well an fair, certain."

You focus your mind on Blades and think:
"Where are you?"

You focus your mind on Blades and think:
"Come out and dance, it'll cause a scene."

You focus your mind on Blades and think:
"That's just what you want, isn't it?"

Blades just arrived.

Blades glances at you.

You smile at Blades.

Blades asks, "Wha ya smilin at me for?"

You invite Blades to dance with you.

Blades asks, "eh?"

You twirl with Blades as you sashay in a graceful circle to the left.

Blades scowls.

You ask, "See, isn't this nice?"

Blades says, "No."

You tenderly hold Blades's hand as you both turn to the right and take a few steps.

Blades stares at you.

Aranrhod whispers, "I like your gown...very pretty."

You say, "Come on honey, try to look like you're enjoying it."

Blades yells, "Get offa me ya bloody fruit."

You draw Blades closer into your arms in a slow, romantic dance.

Blades squints at you.

(Juspera shudders momentarily, then returns to trying to dance with Blades.)

You tenderly hold Blades's hand as you both turn to the left and take a few steps.

Blades scowls at you.

You say, "Two left feet."

Blades says, "Theres a leech tryin to twirl me around."

Blades says, "You would make a good mayor. Leechin on people."

Blades nods to you.

You lay your head on Blades's shoulder as you dance.

You snuggle up to Blades.

Blades says, "Wheres Nevrek, he'll dance with you."

You grimace.

Blades shoves futilely at you.

You say, "Well."

Blades says, "Get offa me."

You ask, "Are you sure?"

Blades nods to you.

(Juspera lets Blades go, and dusts her hands off vigorously.)

You sigh.

>whi blades So much for that. You whisper quietly to Blades.

You make a face like you just ate a bug.

The waltz comes slowly to a close, the music lingering in the air as the dancers bow and curtsy to one another before leaving the floor.

Blades leans to his left slightly.

And that was that.
~Juspera