Alendrial DeArchon Seated on Landing Town Council Vacancy
The newest town council member for Wehnimer’s will be Alendrial DeArchon! It was announced Tuesday night in the Landing after Judge Renpaw ratified the Mayor’s choice.
Topic: Wehnimer’s LandingDate: 01/17/2018 01:55 AM CSTFrom: LEAFIARASubj: Mayor Crux's Council Nomination is… (January 16 story recap)No bullet points for this because it’s short!
Mayor Cruxophim’s Town Council Nomination
A town crier shouts, “In roughly fifteen minutes, a town clerk outside of Moot Hall shall announce the Mayor’s appointment to the Town Council which has been approved by Judge Renpaw!”
A town crier shouts, “In roughly 5 minutes, a town clerk OUTSIDE of Moot Hall shall announce the Mayor’s appointment to the Town Council which has been approved by Judge Renpaw!”
[Town Square, East]
Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer’s Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town’s more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night.
A town clerk smiles and waves.
The town clerk clears his throat.
Cruxophim takes a bite of his well-seasoned mutton.
The town clerk says, “Thank you all for coming. I expect a short and quiet night.”
Speaking affably to a town clerk, Cruxophim greets, “Evening.”
The town clerk says, “However…”
Cruxophim’s expression shifts to one of consternation as color suffuses his cheeks, and his eyes widen.
Cruxophim flashes a wide grin.
The town clerk says, “Mayor Cruxophim has made his town council nomination, and as of this evening, Judge Renpaw has approved.”
A fine sheen of sweat breaks out along Cruxophim’s forehead as he sways unsteadily and clutches suddenly at his stomach.
Cruxophim adopts an agreeable expression.
Cruxophim affably notes, “Excellent.”
Trembling and pale, Cruxophim’s face contorts, and his eyes become listless and unfocused. With little more than a muted groan, his legs buckle, and Cruxophim crumples to the ground, bent and writhing in agony.
Cruxophim affably states, “Be right back.”
Cruxophim groans quietly, the sound small and animalistic, as he contorts involuntarily. His eyes roll wildly in their sockets, while his hands spasm, clenching and relaxing, fingers hooked into claws that scrape futilely at the empty air.
Thanal gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid…
Thanal gestures at Cruxophim.
The glazed look leaves Cruxophim.
The town clerk says, “Effective as of tomorrow, Surofee shall be replaced by the…..”
Cruxophim stands up.
Mayor Cruxophim just entered the Moot Hall.
The town clerk looks around, where Cruxophim was.
Irar says, “Well, that was convenient.”
Gothtrin exclaims, “Something is afoot!”
The town clerk says, “…..”
Cryheart says, “The mayor went scooting.”
Speaking lightly to a town clerk, you say, “He’s just like that, don’t mind him.”
Maags says, “He has veries good timing.”
Kayse amusedly says, “He knows who it is…”
Speaking to a town clerk, Meureii says, “Dramatic pause.”
Cryheart says, “Guess he wanted a head start.”
Kipara says, “My my.”
Speaking to Cryheart, Dirra says, “Or kissing.”
Goldstr says, “Mayor afraid we stone him.”
Nehor disdainfully says, “A bit anticlimatic. There is an art to leaving the audience in suspense but…I daresay this is not it.”
Chauvech says, “Dang it, he’s just welchin’ on the bet we had, It must have been Larton.”
Gothtrin exclaims, “I declare shenanigans!”
Maylan yells, “Shenanigans!”
The town clerk says, “We shall proceed.”
The town clerk says, “Mayor or no mayor!”
Mayor Cruxophim just arrived.
Cruxophim adopts an agreeable expression.
Cruxophim reaches up and polishes the front of one of his sharply filed fangs with the tip of his index finger.
The town clerk says, “Well well well….”
Cruxophim dramatically declares, “Proceed…”
Cruxophim steeples his fingers together, quietly observing his surroundings.
The town clerk says, “The new town council position, named Steward of the Coffers is….”
The town clerk says, “Alendrial DeArchon.”
You try hard not to grin.
Madmountan lets out a cheer!
Alasatia nods once.
Marijka lets out a cheer!
Cryheart says, “Knew it.”
Archales nods approvingly.
Goblyn bursts out in loud, raucous laughter.
Lylia nods approvingly.
You nod once.
Xannorath grins slowly.
Gavrien scratches his chin.
Kapik rolls his eyes.
Cruxophim glances at a town clerk and claps his hands.
Stormyrain takes a drink from her elven cinnamon brandy.
Stormyrain looks rather relaxed.
Gavrien nods once.
Cruxophim applauds wildly!
Kayse applauds loudly.
Goldstr says, “Knew it.”
Rekarth cocks his head.
Lylia firmly says, “Wonderful news.”
Archales fidgets excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
Thrassus says, “A good choice.”
Kayse grins slowly at Shinann.
Roelaren says, “I knew it.”
Maags says, “Well that is interesting.”
Ulkov grunts noncommittally and shrugs his shoulders.
Madmountan says, “I approve.”
Albanus shakes his head.
Zosozpage applauds wildly!
Berkana says, “Good decision.”
Gothtrin says, “I don’t even know who that is.”
Melivn lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!
Speaking bemusedly to Madmountan, Cruxophim assures, “Me too.”
Kipara shakes her head, clucking her tongue.
You relievedly say, “Whew, good thing I prepared my Town Hall notes assuming it would be her…”
Alasatia glances sternly at Melivn.
Speaking to Alasatia, Melivn says, “I figured someone should boo.”
Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia says, “I believe you chose well.”
Shinann nods slowly.
Nehor boredly says, “Oh good…this’ll liven things up for sure.”
Nehor rolls his eyes.
(Dirra takes a step forward, anger in her eyes.)
Goldstr says, “We kin kiss trade wid da Empire goodbye.”
[lots more discussion follows, but most of the reaction is summarized in this]