Post by Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar on Jul 6, 2020 22:16:14 GMT
Since the tragic assassination of Lord Kensington at the climax of the Riftwar, the Council of Nine has in fact been a Council of Eight - the seat so recently and violently vacated by the founder of Port Ffirst standing empty. Most folk in the Dawnlands seem to be ok with this, trusting that the Council will fill the seat as and when it becomes necessary to do so. Maybe they’ll even get another chance to vote - what a thrill that was last time! Democracy in Action! Vox Populei, Vox Dei! Other Slogans!
These idle musings aside, there has been little real interest in the political power vacuum from the population. That is, until now…
The people of Daring awake one grey summer morning to find the streets awash with flyers. Small, damp, and crudely illustrated, they show a face (at least, it looks like a face. Sort of. If you squint? And tilt your head a little? Anyway, definitely probably supposed to be a face) topped with a crown and a dense block of lettering that looks as though it were copied out by someone who knew what it was supposed to look like, but couldn’t necessarily understand what it said.
People of Daring!
Rejoice!
For though you wallow in the fetid latrine of diabolical disaster, your saviour hath arrived! No more shall ye languish in the bonds of slavery! The time has come for a strong and stable government in Daring, the noble experiment of Democracy tempered with the iron will and superior governance of ancient and traditional lineage.
The people of the Dawnlands have had enough of Faerunian elites! It’s time for a government of a person, by a person, and for a person!
And that person, is:
His Most Sublime Excellency, G’Lorth the Magnificent!
Worry not that he is not a native to these lands - for are not many of you recent arrivals here? His Magnificence is much like you! Only better! In every conceivable way!
Vote G’Lorth for councillor, and Make Daring Great Again!
This pamphlet paid for by concerned patriots of Daring Heights.
These idle musings aside, there has been little real interest in the political power vacuum from the population. That is, until now…
The people of Daring awake one grey summer morning to find the streets awash with flyers. Small, damp, and crudely illustrated, they show a face (at least, it looks like a face. Sort of. If you squint? And tilt your head a little? Anyway, definitely probably supposed to be a face) topped with a crown and a dense block of lettering that looks as though it were copied out by someone who knew what it was supposed to look like, but couldn’t necessarily understand what it said.
Rejoice!
For though you wallow in the fetid latrine of diabolical disaster, your saviour hath arrived! No more shall ye languish in the bonds of slavery! The time has come for a strong and stable government in Daring, the noble experiment of Democracy tempered with the iron will and superior governance of ancient and traditional lineage.
The people of the Dawnlands have had enough of Faerunian elites! It’s time for a government of a person, by a person, and for a person!
And that person, is:
His Most Sublime Excellency, G’Lorth the Magnificent!
Worry not that he is not a native to these lands - for are not many of you recent arrivals here? His Magnificence is much like you! Only better! In every conceivable way!
Vote G’Lorth for councillor, and Make Daring Great Again!
This pamphlet paid for by concerned patriots of Daring Heights.
