Upon inexpesive parchment, nailed near the town hall door, the entrance the rock bottom and scattered around lower

Jarentiano Sterios - Candidate For the Future of Sanctuary

Gentle citizens of Sanctuary, we are at a crossroads. Many of you know of the recent drow attack upon the gates, and i'm sure many of you fear for a larger attack in the near future. I fear with you, for the dark elves are not an enemy to be taken lightly.

The time has come, gentle citizens, to put into action plans to stave off and protect against any full scale invasion attempts on our city. We grow with each passing day, and each passing day our city only becomes more noticable. The small number of spellguard, watch and tiger eyes soon wont be enough to ward off predatorial eyes that set upon us.

You, your loved ones and everything you hold dear are in danger. I wont honey my words, or attempt to make out that things in the city are fine and all you need concern yourself with is the state of taxes, I am here to tell you the truth. Attacks are inevitable, and though the watch are a valiant force, they may not be enough to stave off what comes. Sanctuaries citizens need a voice upon the council to make proposals and ideas in order to bolster our waining defence. Sanctuaries citizens need a man whom is willing to break the moral codes forced upon them by fat surfacer nobles and corrupt democracies and which hold no bearing in our environment. Sanctuaries citizens need a man who will do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure you that you, your loved ones and the youth of sanctuary need not fear what lurks in that darkness!

I, Jarentiano Sterios, have within me the power to protect you and your families. Through myself and my patron, the number of sanctuaries defenders could triple inside of a month. What I ask from you, citizens, is your support. Only with your support can these plans be put into action and only with your support in me can you ensure sanctuary prospers and becomes a city of culture and learning, free from the constant day to day fear that the drow will decend upon us and shackle us once more.

Envision, citizens, a city where our walls are manned and protected by drow, gnolls, goblins and other slavers who would have done us harm and seen us in shackles. Envision a city where watchmen are free to patrol the streets, lower crime and protect you from the enemies within. Envision a city where the drow dare not approach our gates and do battle with our furious defenders. Envision a city where you can, for the first time, feel TRUELY safe. This is my vision for sanctuary. Sanctuary, by utilising the bodies of fallen slavers and those who harmed you so much before coming to sanctuary, can become a true safe haven. The animation of the bodies of foul drow and gnolls that would otherwise be burned upon a pire in the mausoleum can ensure the safety of your children.

With your support, we can make my vision for sanctuary a reality. With your support, I can promise you not lower taxes or a better quality of life, or more gold in your pocket, because all of that means nothing when the drow decend upon this city. What I can promise you is something far more valuable. What I promise you, citizens, is to be truely free. Free from fear, which is the greatest of shackles upon the human soul.

Vote Jarentiano Sterios in the coming elections. A vote for Sterios is a vote to break the shackles of fear and ensure the prosperity of sanctuary, by any means possible.

*posted at the Rock Bottom location only, on cheap, recycled paper, by none other than an undisguised, unapologetic Quadra*

Do you believe the prideful irony of using our dead foes as defenders is worth the cost of sleeping under the unmoving, watchless eyes of beings summoned from dimensions of raw evil? Vote Jarentiano Sterile - The man who wouldn't know the best interests of Sanctuary if they bit him in the face, which they very well may.

*seeing as it's recycled paper, the back of the notice also has something on it: an immodestly-labeled scientific diagram of a monitor lizard*

I've heard this man speak, and he is indeed a gifted orator. He'd do Bhast proud. His voice, his diction, his distinctly -GOLD- fullplate- he's quite the sight. "Economic gain!," he promises! "Defence, security!"

Bullshit.

I've spoke with him over an ale. If you might get over the fact he is raising the -dead- like some disgusting, evil deadfucking necromancer, making your grandmother die a second death while getting plonked by a club-well, I'll put it this way. He'll put control of these forces in the hands of Upper Sanctuary.

-More- power to Upper. -More- power to gold fat men who would control you. He promises economic gain-but to whom? More to Upper. He wishes to unite Sanctuary with his gold tongue. It can't be united! Lower's made itself clear long ago, and -I'll- not be one to forget the sacrifices of Ubel and Victoria. We want to be left the hell alone. I'll defend this sacred right, AND rip coin from the rich dogs in Upper.

I won't, however, support a Spellguard DOG who would defile us in the name of "defence" and "prosperity". Swords in the hands of our guards, that's defence! Not shambling mounds in control of rich shits like Bhast and, I've no doubt, this deadfucking Necromancer.

Know that Morgan Maddocks stands against this intrustion on Lower, and this intrustion on basic, decent morality!

Vote Morgan Maddocks