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Any who inquire with Okra about the suggestion of a Mayoral election would be surprised to hear he supports something even more dramatic to alter the fundamental way the Dale is governed. When asked for details he simply comments "it's not ready yet but it'll be ripe for picking soon, then you'll read all about it."

"If elected Mayor of Bendir Dale I will provide:

A programme to expand to the north ~ It has been long enough since the old government building and cave fell. It is time for beautification and building on the blessed land. Hostels fitting for our temporary necessities as travellers to stay and live for indeterminate lengths. Thriving markets and upgraded forges. Restoration of the once beloved cave lake.
Regular festivities ~ The folk of Bendir need diversions. Not only to have a jolly good time, but to pay homage to the gods that we hold so dear to our hearts. Of course, a jolly good time for itself is never a bad thing.
Nof Barshedge to retain membership in the town's council ~ Nof (if he accepts) will remain a member of the council, including Tak Rosen and everyone's best friend Fendel.
Reconsidering the Militia ~ I will work along side the head of the militia, whomever it is. But will never intervene. Nor should the militia intervene with municipality. Only matters of protection and whatever Bendir's allies drag them into.
Adventure will be promoted ~ Since I handed the Advenurers' Fund on to others it has never really continued. Adventure, exploration and curiosity is a birth right of the hin and will always remain a priority. There is life beyond the walls of Bendir.
Encouragement of Gnomes Dwarves & Fey to blossom ~ Diversity in similarity. We're all 'small folk' but all different. All our differences are the paint in our pallet, the notes in our scale, and the patterns in our motley garbs!
Leadership of the Harlequins will be passed on.

Embrace change.

Johanna Hardingdale."

*a figure dressed head to toe in a cloak and robes smiles as it reads the notice. The first time she had done so in a long while.*

Briar Hardingdale reads it, cheers, and then says, "What the [censor], she's actually going to do it? Brilliant!"

She then begins to paste up crude handwritten signs around saying "Vote for Jo, she is no Schmo"

// I'm poring over this thread, but for the life of me, I can't detect a firm decision on when the meeting will be.

//Tomorrow is no good for me, Wednesday or better yet: Friday?

// Late hour seems to work. Wednesday or tomorrow? Speak up.

//late eve thurs/fri might be doable for me. Wed is a no go.

Tomorrow. I'm going to Disneyland Wednesday! YAY! :mrgreen:

// Friday is better

//Okay with Tues/Wed anytime. Thu/Fri are good too as long as it ends before GMT 0200.

// Friday night it is at midnight GMT.

// I wonder if I still have some coffee to try and keep me awake that long...

// For confirmation: you mean 00:00 GMT as in 01:00 UK time?

// Make that a whole hell of a lot of coffee.

That should work for me!

// yes.

(( Just so we're on the same page:

00:00 GMT is the following times:

01:00 in the UK (BST: GMT +1)
20:00 in East Coast USA (GMT -4 taking in to account DST)
17:00 in West Coast USA

I can't remember the time difference between myself and Dramatic Prince, sorry. +7 hours? Tomorrow morning, at least.))

//GMT +8 here.

// This is beginning in about an hour and a half.

// Now.

// right meow

People of Bendir Dale,

It has been decided that giant spiders are not protected and classified as companions.

-Mayor Nof Barshedge.

This is posted where the old roster used to be.

On orders of General Nof, all adventurer members of the militia have been relieved of duty regardless of rank. Any one who wishes to serve will have to re-apply with the forms left below this notice. Do not submit it quite yet, as it won't be accepted until after election time where the next mayor will select a captain who can then hire and rank the militia from the applicants as they wish.

We apologize for this inconvenience, but we felt this is the easiest way to ameliorate the problems within the militia structure, and quickly remove inactive members.

For emphasis, only regulars such as Skit are still active militia members. The adventuring wing of the Bendir Dale militia is being redone completely, after election time. After the next mayor is decided, send your applications to them.

Good luck, and hope to have you all with us again.

And below, a stack of forms.

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-Militia Application-

Name:

Skill Set:

Race:

Patron:

How Long Have you Been A Resident:

Experience:

More About You:

References:

*Upon reading the poster, Okra is seen by a few residents cleaning out his cubby in a calm silence. He ambles through the gates shouldering a large pack and is not seen again. No forwarding address is left.*

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Written in black ink, on fine tan parchment, an announcement is left in the Town Hall and Inn message boards:

People of Bendir Dale, Fellow Hin, Gnomes, Dwarves and Fey,

The race is now a three person race! The fine town of Bendir Dale will hold an election in the near future to elect it's next Mayor. This race is currently between Johanna Hardingdale, Leader of the Harlequins of Brandobaris and Priestess of Brandobaris; the current Mayor, General and Bendir Dale Elder, Nof; and Nick Shadow, long time resident of Bendir Dale.

A debate between the three current candidates will be held within the month at a date to be announced later. This debate will be conducted with a referee controlling the debate. The referee will ask questions submitted by the people of Bendir Dale and will both have time to answer each question. The public will be invited to watch and hear the debate.

All of the peoples of Bendir Dale are encouraged to submit what questions they may have to ask the three candidates about how they will run Bendir Dale if they should be elected Mayor. These questions can be for all the candidates or one candidate in specific. These questions will be the ones asked and it's hoped that the people of Bendir Dale will have a better understanding of each candidate so that they can make a wise and well informed choice.

Please submit your questions by leaving them with the local Speedys delivery person here in Bendir Dale. When asked who it's for, tell them it's care of "The Bendir Dale Mayor Candidate Debate."

Thank you and may the great gods of our peoples bless us and our town,

The Bendir Dale Mayor Candidate Debate Group

// PM your questions, don't post them!

A shadowy figure of a hin "may" be seen going around posting some posters with slogans of various sorts:

*all the posters have a head shot artistic drawing of *Nick* posing smiling with different slogans on them*

"Vote Nick, he's no twit"

"Working together towards a better tomorrow"

"A hin you can trust"

"Helping the little people"

*seemingly a new candidate has surfaced*

A few are vandalized with the following.

Vote Nick, he's no twit unless he's trying to get laid or inexplicably angsty.

Working together toward a better tomorrow by selling out to Banites.

A hin you can trust far less than you can throw.

Helping the little people named Nick.

Bobo_Underhill wrote:

A few are vandalized with the following.

Vote Nick, he's no twit unless he's trying to get laid or inexplicably angsty.

Working together toward a better tomorrow by selling out to Banites.

A hin you can trust far less than you can throw.

Helping the little people named Nick.

*seeing the vandalism he decides not to remove them rather simply add an addendum to those vandalized*

"Only cowards run around in secret spreading rumors of others. If you'd care to present your "proof" to such idiotic rantings, I'll be happy to sit down and humor your whims. However, anyone else that would like to sit and chat about these claims, my door is always open. As a good hin as I am, I always welcome you into my heart with open arms."

*signed*
Nick Shadow

A public posting is soon made.

How about asking a town of onlookers when you brutally slew a helpless visitor?

Or when your attempt to establish peace was to invite the Banites to a friendly chat?

Or wandering around in dragonshape for no reason other than to be an arse?

Everything I wrote it true, and all of it was done in full view of the Dale Square.

Sincerely,
Lyle Torrowfire

A private letter is sent to Nick.

Nick,

If you'd like to take part in the debate, let me know and I'll see if I can get you in.

Willow

Bobo_Underhill wrote:

A public posting is soon made.

How about asking a town of onlookers when you brutally slew a helpless visitor?

Or when your attempt to establish peace was to invite the Banites to a friendly chat?

Or wandering around in dragonshape for no reason other than to be an arse?

Everything I wrote it true, and all of it was done in full view of the Dale Square.

Sincerely,
Lyle Torrowfire

*Nick responds to Lyle through a note attached to his*

Well Lyle, I suppose you are without faults and have never made any mistakes. It must be difficult being perfect all the time. To only point out a handful of mistakes I have made but omit the many more good things I have done really shows your lack of maturity. I thought as a priest of Selune you would have learned compassion and mercy, but your words clearly show your are bitter and blame me for things long ago. I pray for you and hope for you to find peace and resolve for whatever it is that still haunts you and makes you so bitter. With regards to inviting the Banites, in your own words, it was an "attempt to establish peace", not an invitation to destroy the town. Afterall they did leave the town quietly and without incident, not to mention, it must have worked, since nothing more came of them "after" the meeting. Please feel free to continue to smear my name, for it only makes me a stronger hin and fuels my desire to do more for those of us in need of being forgiven for making a mistake in our life.

The posters a replaced with new ones.

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On one of her very rare visits Juliette blinks at the debate flyers made by Willow. Then she bobs up and down on her toes with an excited squeel, which almost anyone in the Dale can hear. "Oooh, poor Jo'anna! To zhink she did not even know I was going to write zhose zhings and now she is actually up as Mayor! I am so 'orrible! No, I am magnificent!" With a hop of delight the wee bardess makes her way to find her lesser half.

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The Office to elect mademoiselle Johanna Hardingale as the next Mayor.
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I am telling you dreams do not often come true!
But with this election, they can so too!

Whether it’s foresight or just premonition,
it was brought to you by me, your favorite musician!

You can whisper it or even better shout!
Hardingale will be our Mayor... that's without a doubt!

And those who prefer to be grumpy and sad,
I say to you, as a donkey you should be clad!

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*A notice is tacked about the Dale*

Quote:

Peter Meadowlark and Nina Thorrow would like to extend you all an invitation to celebrate their wedding! Feel free to come and partake in a grand celebration!

*A date and time is scribbled on there under it*

((Aiming to do this this weekend or next. Please post free times as we are trying to be as inclusive as possible.

))

// Saturday CST evening (6pm +) would be ideal. I could work Friday evening as well.

I know this saturday about that time CST I am going to be at a buddy of mine's birthday. Next saturday afternoon is also eaten up by RL for me. :cry:

Willow reads over the note and smiles. She pulls out parchment and quill to take down some notes, before moving on.

// I'm going to my Cuz's house one Saturday, so that's pretty much a no go. Friday is good. Sunday, only if it doesn't go too late into the night. I have a class very early the next morning.

*a small note is added to Willow's poster*

A transcription should be made of the debate, so those who can't make it will still know what was said.

//Saturday is bad for me also, my band is playing a biker bash that afternoon/evening... so that means early Sunday will probably be painful for me as a result.

*Nick walks by a poster and notes the date and time and sends in an RSVP*

//i'm pretty much available anytime

// What day would be good for Bendir Dale Players within the month? I'd prefer this coming Thursday (26th) or Friday (27th) or next Saturday (28th), personally. I can't do Mondays at all. List days and times, peeps -- especially, of course, the players of Jo, Nick and Bobo for Nof.

//Weekdays ending before GMT 0200.

// Thursday. Can't do Friday.

*the message i read by one cloaked halfling and nods her head in thought and makes a note of the time and place.*

// Or she will when its decided

// Thursday after midnight GMT; Friday or Saturday whenever (evenings preferred)

//FYI, Johanna, aka AlphaWaves is having super bad buggery issues with his modem/internet connection, so we really need to wait til he can get back-- I know he's working on it.

I told this to a former guard I met this eve, she (Suzy Burris) said to make a report and put it on the Mayor's desk.
This is what happened:
I arrived at the Dale by cart from Cordor and proceeded through the gates. The well in Bendir Dale has sweet water for my waterskins and Bemmi has warm meatpies. Anyway, I was just finishing up my transaction with Bemmi when this person approached me. After a brief conversation where I took his meaning to be hiring me for some kind of job, we decided to discuss it at the Hinn Inn. We went inside and he procured some red ales for us and we sat down. The two men looking at goods just outside the Inn came in a few minutes later, I noticed. They sat down near my table and were a normal pair of gents it seemed. After a couple few rounds, we were having a little toast, when all of a sudden there was steel flashing before me and into me as the three attacked me at once without warning. There was steel clanging and spells flying as I fought for my life and patrons scattered like mice. I was able to defeat two of them, but the leader, priest or wizard I think, raised them as I put them down. I nearly had this guy when his cohorts attacked me in full and I burst through the back door (sorry about that) and took it out back. The last thing I recall was seeing one of these guys lay hands on innocent Rinzi as I passed out.
I awoke in some old temple ruin surrounded by a dark despairing forest with this leader guy over me. The jist of it was this fool wanted me to fight my own way out of this place or die on the spot.
Needless to say, I am here...

This man was wearing brown robes of a common sort, unremarkable looking. His two lackeys were of a fighting breed of some sort, they bled well and plenty, as whomever cleaned up the place can attest. (sorry about that too, some of that blood was mine)(oh, and the broken glass, and the two or three chairs, and the table, and a few bar stools, and the door I mentioned before)
No names were exchanged and I can't think of anyone I've crossed lately that might put a price on my head.
Even so, they let me live even if by my own hand.
He was no Banite, I believe at least that much from him, and if he were Cyricist or vampire, I would not be breathing I think.
I am usually come here and camp across the river if you need me for further questioning.
Beware this threesome of men, the battle I fought was not short, or sweet, rather left a bitter taste.
I will find him and it will not be easy for him to find his way out of the maze of pain that I have in store.

~~Crow

There is a small door set inside a large hill, the lock to the door has long since rusted with misuse. A few short paces away a cascade of water thunders down into the river below it. All around the door the full vibrancy of nature has taken hold. Wild daisies surround the doorstep. Dandelions litter the ground around the once beautiful flower borders that are now choked by nettles.

Up to this a short figure walks. Dressed in a long robe with a bag slung under her shoulder and an expensive bow in hand as she surveys her once long ago home. She is not alone in coming to this door as she glances behind her and gives a smile to them and takes a long iron key from her pocket.

The house had not been robbed, of course it could have been. But perhaps the memory of the houses’ owner had deterred any have a go thief from chancing their arm with this property.
The lock squeals with rusted metal and the figure gives a small grunt as she twists the key and the lock springs open. She tries to open the door but finds that the wood has warped the hinges and she gives a small merry giggle at that.
“Seems we have some work to do don’t we.”
And with that she puts her shoulder to the door and gives an almighty shove into it. The wood creaks and splinters but finally the halfling opens the door enough for the musty and damp smell to waft out from the unused hall.
“Alright… seems we have a -lot- of work to do.”
She laughs and the sound is as merry as a babbling brook as she wiggles her way inside and begins to set about putting her affairs in order.

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