3. The Election Campaign of John Isle

The Election Campaign of John Isle


  • ::Mariston, recently returned from duties elsewhere, listens with some interest::

    Interesting points, Paladin senate is it now, if only I didst know more readily for then clearly all I hath proposed within the Senate chamber would hath been passed.

    As for the paladins within the Senate, I hath done much for this city.
    Myself and my Order continue to pay the wages of the Defenders so the burden caused by the war may be taken off the good people of the city and to ensure our brave soldiers receive the money they most truly deserve for their duty and honour.
    I hath also secured the funds that see the rebuilding of the watchtower to the west, a vital component in ensuring the safety of our farmlands there.
    Of course if this is too small an issue, there is the small matter of stopping this city being dragged into the Abyss amongst many other efforts to aid this city from before the civil war until this day.

    So tell me, what hath thou done, that makes thee able to question those acts?

    ::Mariston sits back in the saddle of his mighty steed and levels a stare at John::

    //employing all his charisma and skills in the matter//

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    Young Ludwig Snydders listens cheerfully and nods approvingly to John's words at first, but when the mudslinging towards Enenan Snydders starts, his face darkens. In the quiet moment he steps ahead and asks John with most polite voice

    **"Most respected advisor Isle. I thought lot of you and expected a lot, as you are in many ways a man with sharp visions of trade and many other things. However, what surprises me is that mudslinging that you started towards my uncle.

    You tell that he has done nothing but hiding with pile of coins that Snydders family have made. In the mean time, our family owns 14% of the Seafarers and actively looks after advantage of all guilds through the league of guilds. That makes him alone responsible of employment and well being of remarkable part of the whole city.

    Yet, you say that he has done nothing but hiding, since he has spent his time to take care of the business and to provide job and well being for people of the Jewel, instead of spending his time in hunt of fame and publicity. Staying out of the way of the bragger, so to speak.

    So, mister Isle, as you brought up the .. paladin senate, as I think you called it.. and claimed therefore to be better for trade of this city. What have you done for good of the trade of this city? And most importantly, how and by which measures it is more than what Enenan Snydders has done?"**

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    "Oh? And what sort of work would that be? What would you be able to do that the existing Senate has not already done, without selling the soul of our Triad-blessed city for a handful of coin? "

    Grak lets out his own opinion about Black Sail members candidancy

    "Why, of course dat werk bes sumthing dat dem children-murdering pirates excell: Killing unarmed children und weak females. After dis blockade runner gits elected inta senate, dem killing activity happens right inta yar very doorstep, removing deir need ta travel inta distant cities fer slaughter.

    Grak shall nay vote fer such killer-bunch, unless crew who travelled inta dem distant lands git tried fer cold blooded murders. Should dem hav clean hands, dem woulds easily submit fer trial und bes released as innocent. Until dat happens, Grak keeps dem pirates but scoundrels und murderers unfit fer Grak's vote or protection frem dis city".


  • "Oh? And what sort of work would that be? What would you be able to do that the existing Senate has not already done, without selling the soul of our Triad-blessed city for a handful of coin? "


  • Satisfied, Elidur gives John the deserved applause and moves on.


  • John nods enthusiastically!

    Aye indeed 't was - an before y'start wrinklin' yer nose, consider this - on most nations there be some sort o' "last resource food". Some used t' inner layer o' pine's bark int' flours. Buttercup roots were added t' coffee.

    Note, this be only used durin' wartime - an ah beleive many o' ye peltarchians still remember th' starvin' there's been durin' th' N'jast war eh? Eh.

    Now then, th' plan wi' th' moss - 'n ah'm speakin' o' reindeer moss 'ere - would be t' make 't grow on th' roofs o' buildins. When there ain't no need fer it, 't'll grow there all freelike an' provide decoration an' insulation - moss roofs be rather common in some cold lands o' Faerun.

    Now, durin' war time, shoul' such horror appear durin' our lifetime, th' moss would be backup o' a backup food. Th' last resort as it were - for when it be boiled, an' mixed wi' flours, it -will- save people who'd otherwise starve 'cause some dumbarse guild leaders be reapin' profit offa dyin' people, eh?

    That's th' type o' man I be - opportunist, aye … but ah want t' use th' bleepin' opportunities t' get th' city an' it's people richer! Feck, we coul' turn th' city int' a Waterdeep of th' east if'n we wanted. All 't takes is some work.

    He turns to the commoners, and hopes they will ask some questions..


  • One of Elidur's brief appearances outside the College, notably to buy foodstuff; takes him past the Rant Stand at just the right moment!

    "Johnny, wasn't one of your brilliant ideas to feed people gutter-mulch and roof-slate-moss?"

    It's a short, pointed question - Elidur seeming to miss the importance of the whole thing and ask in a bizzarre tone; as one who's walked into the absurd or surreal.


  • John makes it a point to visit the rant stand again, deciding thats his place to talk from:

    "Alrightie chaps, looks like th' shitpourin's startin, so ah might 's well go along wi' it. Snydders?! Who th' hells would vote fer a man that ain't done nowt but hidden in his grand hut hoardin' shinies fer th' last decade 'r two? Ah'll tell ye who - if 'e even gets close t' gettin' th' seat, he's been tamperin' wi' th' results.

    Don' vote for 'im, 'e ain't no good.

    Now, ye're pro'lly wonderin' what ah woul' ever offer to Peltarch. Well, ain't gonna make any offers o' grandeur like all th' other senators in th' past, 'cause, none o' em have kept their promises.

    What ah c'n offer tho' be more jobs, an' a voter in th' senate who dinnae care horseshite about travelin' th' righteous path of self-sacrificin' - in th' case o' senators, see, this means that they be usin' th' city as a tool fer this.

    Look at whot th' current senate have done fer us! Riots all o'er, n' all they be speakin o' is "ooo them be evil boo hiss". Feckers! Vote fer me an' I promise ye, ah'll only concentrate on makin' th' coin flow in th' city, makin' people actually have JOBS 'n FOOD!

    That's whot senators need t' be like.

    Ah'll be givin' a glance at th' other candidates soon enough in me speeches, but first, tell me people o' Peltarch - what do ye want? Ask yer questions! Suggest stuff t' me! Tha's what ah'm supposed t' do as 'n senator too, listen t' people. Ah'll bloody make a mailbox fer letters from ye lot, read em all m'self ah will.

    So! Questions?"