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**Main Objective:** Tamper with the Crown Elect election, by ensuring the [[Vexen Overview|Vexen]]'s win the prized position instead of the [[Belter Overview|Belters]].
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**What's in it for him:** He has several controlling stakes in business ventures throughout the city that would benefit from automaton workforce. He also believes that [[Automatons]] should be granted the opportunity to make a living no differently than any one else. He stands to lose quite a bit of business and money if the Belters are to win.
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**What he will give them:** Financial incentive. Introductions to the elite's of the city. Future employment if this endeavor is carried out successfully.
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**Garden description:**
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Garden smells of damp earth and bright wafts of peonies and roses
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Columns of trimmed trees tower on either side of the path casting a wash of chill air across the shadowy ground in front of you
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Meticulously manicured grass crackles under each foot step
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**Mansion Exterior:**
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Shining limestone blocks glimmer in the sun dotting the ground with illuminated flecks surrounding the villa
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Two carved gargoyles line an entrance way blocked by a burgundy stained oak door. Faint scents of roast meat evaporates through the cracks twinging your hungry stomachs.
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Perched in the center of the oak slab an emblem of a hawk grasping a wizards hat attached to a brass knocker waits patiently.
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**Hallway:**
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The aroma of cooked meat and a variety of sweets dances around you filling the air with a coating of decadence.
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Wooden walls stretch to the sky vanishing into a pool of darkness faintly flickering with the candle lit sconces dotted around the room.
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Swirling tiles of gray, pink, and white marble lay before you like a mirror reflecting your image from the fresh polish.
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**Taylors Hall:**
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Familiar wooden panels line the room broken up with trophies, shields, paintings, and books.
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The smell of aged parchment penetrates the cloud of the kitchen's toils. A burning hint of tobacco fills the remaining gap.
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A fire crackles from the far side of the room echoing in the cavernous space.
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**Speaking:**
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Lancer McPinndepott, I do believe from our last encounter I told you if I ever saw your face in here again I would personally dismember you and send you in a box to your family. Pray tell me, why should I not butcher you where you stand
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LM: Well.... haha... I brought some guests along... that.. well.... might be very well suited for the... um... task that was discussed before. I would think that would be fair... no...?
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Perhaps /// Well suited you say? You may take your leave, sir.
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LM: Well... of course... but just to be clear haha... this seems sufficient to cover those outstanding items yes?
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You // may take // your leave. I will send word if this meeting proves /// sufficient // or not.
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LM LEAVES
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LM: Well good luck to you all!
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That foul pig // says you are worthy of certain tasks it seems. Shall we see an example perhaps?
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FIGHT BEGINS
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That is enough. (He disengages and moves back to sit down)
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What has brought you to the city of [[Voxiu]]?
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I see some of you are of the magic variety. Are you confident in your magical abilities?
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Magic has eaten this world alive. There are those who dare to control it and those that seek to prosper from it. I have yet to make an acquaintance that has succeeded at either task. Tell me \\\\ Do you know where magic's true source derives from?
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{Arcana - DC 28}
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Precisely \\\ How can one demand the control of energy without knowing where the well spring lies \\\ I have seen men driven mad searching for clues underfoot and above // and yet the outcome remains the same. The scholars, in their towers toil perfecting a craft with no master and yet can you feel the energy below your feet, do you sense a presence?
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{Arcana - DC 13}
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Curious is it not, that you feel a rumbling below your feet yet you can not identify it. My point, friends, is how can we extend allegiance to those who profuse to be masters yet provide no answers to this query?
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Mind you these are not ramblings of a frail retired man, these values extend well beyond the scope of magic. I could provide the same query to those who hold elected office now can't I? How can we follow a leader who proclaims to be one of the people but cannot illustrate the needs of those subjects beyond a common fear? And what if that fear is birthed from the same inability to provide an answer to natures true source of energy?
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What do know of Baltunian politics?
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{History - DC 12 - minimal, DC-21 - maximum}
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There is a phrase, perhaps you have heard it ///
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Chiesa Costruita per il diavolos - The church built for the devils
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It is a house for laymen to control his fellow peoples, or machines in more recent times. No matter the room you inhabit you are living on the backs of shackled servants, most of which refuse to acknowledge their servitude. Please, I have spoken much, tell me your opinions on your friend here's kind (Points to Six).
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RESPOND TO STATEMENTS
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Yes, the automatons are greatly misunderstood creatures, feared even. The Belters would have you believe they are all outcasts hell bent on destroying the peoples kingdom through sup-plantation, heathens and uneducated as they are their sentiments seem to be well received in the streets. Have you found yourselves aligned with any particular party?
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RESPOND TO STATEMENTS
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Now for my most prescient query, how adept are you at keeping secrets? The kind that can get you killed if spoken.
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RESPOND TO STATEMENTS
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I may have a task for you if you choose to accept. It is no secret in my accumulation of capital that I donate discretionary funds to certain organizations I deem parallel to my own ideology. As such I provide monetary benefits to the Vexen party, as I'm sure you have surmised at this point, and it is of great interest to me and others that we ensure a Vexen victory in the upcoming judgments day for our new Crown Elect. Would the four of you be interested in helping me secure this assurance?
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RESPOND TO STATEMENTS
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In its most crude form I would like you to *guarantee* the election outcome in whatever way you deem fitting. And before you protest, I must preface this with additional information that may ease your distrust. Recently, it has come to my attention that the aforementioned Belters are attempting the same coup, although I believe them to be quite a proud ignorant corral of people who severely underestimate the power of a handful of capable individuals and coffers that never run dry.
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Of course you will be rewarded for your efforts through my gratitude and all that comes with it, as well as a financial package I think you will find satisfactory. I would even consider future employment to very much be on the table assuming a job well done that is.
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What say you?
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After the mimic is defeated McPinndepott will be vomited up after the mimic convulses. He is dazed but comes to pretty quickly. After getting his wits about him, he rushes to the party and thanks them profusely.
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Explains that Cindry coaxed him for a "private lesson" on the stage. She then began speaking a strange tongue and before he knew it the stage swallowed him whole. He notices the bodies around that the mimics has thrown up as well and he is able to identify several of them as the missing persons that he was trying to find based on the items they have with them.
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**Chants from the crowd:**
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- Kick 'em out!
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- No nuts and bolts!
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- Turn them off!
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**Political Speech:**
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Fellow Voxiuns! Many of you have heard me speak throughout the city in support of our fundamental rights. The rights to be recognized for the fantastic citizens you are with guaranteed protections against those that would seek to strip them away!
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**Crowd cheers**
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We all know the stories and have seen first hand the damage imposed by these CLANKS! And even now my opponent, a certain, *Frederich Von Hesten*, would have you believe these [[Automatons|automatons]] deserve to walk hand in hand with all of us, deserving of the same rights as your brothers, sisters, your forefathers that farmed the land you stand on today!
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**Crowd jeers**
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These [[Vexen Overview|Vexen]] party members come from the elites, greedy, controlling, power hungry tribes eager to undermine the working population of [[Voxiu]] and will easily replace the workforce with these automated slaves ignorant of the value of a hard days labor and the capital it provides for your families! My friends, I promise you, if you elect me, *Hofta Baldwin*, as your new Crown Elect, I will not stand for these brutal injustices!
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**Crowd cheers again**
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We will double the reclamation efforts in our city and be the beacon of hope for [[Jessergate]], an example of the way forward for our brothers and sisters! Voxiu will be the city of pride, the city of liberty, and the city built by hands, your hands. Join me friends as we take this city for the [[Belter Overview|Belters]]!
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**Crowd erupts**
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