[Posters and flyers start to appear around Old Sanctuary and its surrounding areas, with a few of them finding their way into Lower. They are written in a hand that seems to favor large, bold words, and a stylized flourish.] Citizens of Sanctuary,
Let it be known that here on this day, Kythorn 21, in the Year 152 since the founding, that I, Hoaradin Delorin the Pure, favored Priest of Kossuth, hereby announce my candidacy for Councillorship. I step forward, out of the darkness, to shine the light of the Flames of Almighty Kossuth upon this city. From his Holy Fires will this city be purified.
Citizens, I encourage you to recall the days of the recent past when monstrous slaver races roamed our streets. It was then that I, Hoaradin Delorin the Pure, stepped forward and took a stand. It was I, Hoaradin Delorin the Pure, that led the charge to have the beasts removed from our city.
And so it was done. When sheltered in the light of the Purifying Flame, the citizens of Sanctuary stood up as one and threw them out. Creatures and beasts that cling to darkness have no home here. The Flames of Almighty Kossuth consume the wicked, the unworthy, the impure, the corrupt, the tainted and all others who cower in the darkness. Even as they cling to the shadows, the light of the flame seeks them out.
The Fires of Purification burn brightly in the worthy. We find ourselves here, trapped in a place of darkness, surrounded by enemies - most of whom have made their home within our walls. Should we fear the Drow, who cling to darkness - an obvious weakness? Should we fear the Aberrations? Of course, they are a threat. However, there is no greater threat than one who poses as a friend but has a dagger to your back.
When I battled the beasts of this city the first time, I retired to my religious obligations, content to know that I had done this city a service. Now, I rise again as a spark rekindled, and I am rapidly building into a BLAZING INFERNO!
I look outside of our gates, and lo what do I see? Treachery! Cowardice! Weakness! From the very men and women placed in power by your hand. They would have you believe that it was the only way to save this city.
I say to this: They did not try hard enough! No civilized man will bow down to a beast! No leader of free men sells his people to slaving monsters!
NO! I SAY NO! THIS WILL NOT STAND! THE ONLY GOOD MONSTER IS A DEAD MONSTER!
Under my FIRST TERM as Councilor, a new deal shall be brokered, a new source of ore found. These beasts shall be removed from our gates and consumed by the fires of the Purifying Flame. The parchment upon which the agreement is written shall be burned to ash!
FEAR NOT, CITIZEN! THE LIGHT OF THE PURIFYING FLAME SHINES HERE IN THE DARKNESS! It burns brightly within the heart of each worthy man and woman willing to take up the cause. There is justice here, there is truth in the fire, there is hope for this city! Do not be led astray!
VOTE FOR HOARADIN DELORIN!
Through the Firelord this city shall find redemption! Purification is at hand! No man, woman or beast shall stand in our way!