During the mid cycle, amid the normal height of mealtime activity, a commotion stirs Nec'perya. A dozen criers fan out throughout the city enticing the citizens to come listen to the Messenger of Power in front of the Temple.

Minutes later as people are gathering or wandering by, a notorious figure in his trademark red shoes mounts the tables in front of the temple with an engaging smile, a thankful nod and hand-sign of welcome to everyone present. With barely a pause to cast a minor enchantment to allow his voice to be heard by everyone, “Welcome, welcome. Your new Zanjur d'Yorn, your Messenger of Power, has... well a message.”

“The city thrives, building and renovations progress, and our ship and guards are faithfully providing continued security and prosperity in our city.” His smile falters a bare moment, “However, there is something missing... There is something of comfort and utility that marks a drow city apart and gives continuity that we do not have...” Trailing off, a gesture is made towards the center of the settlement. “A spire of timekeeping is a facet of every drow settlement and a symbol of our craftsmanship and community.” He lifts his head, taking a deep breath, “A new spire will be built to give our home a new symbol of our steadfast heart and our artistry as a people.”

His gaze sweeps the gathering, “To that end, the Messenger calls to all those with talent in the arts, be they with pen, color, or even arcane methods to come forward. It is time for the people to leave their mark upon the city. Ideas for the shaping of building exteriors, murals, and other art should be brought to the attention of my office.” Noding in the direction of the guards at the portal crystal, “The guards at the portal are instructed to receive all ideas and volunteers who are interested in making this place our home. A place to live.” A pause, “A place you can be proud to leave to your children.”

And with that, he hops off the table and remains for a time thanking those who attended and answering questions from the people.

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As the crowd gathers Rith'tar arrives and after delivering yet another head as a tribute to the idol of Selvetarm, along with a quiet prayer, he moves to the back of the crowd. His ever vigilant silver gaze scans the audience just in case someone gets the not very bright idea to cause trouble while the Messenger of Power speaks.

After Ulviirs comment, he just chuckles and shakes his head.

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With a sly smile and a chuckle the messenger turns in Ulviir'aufein's direction, "Your desk is perhaps available then?"

Then turns to the rest of those gathered, "Let not those with defeat in their hearts stand in the way of leaving your own mark upon this soon to be great city. Next question?"

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The Archmage and Zanjur listens to more questions, nodding to the unasked murmuring in the crowd, smiling and pleased at the large turnout. "This one hears your concerns," Speaking out at a volume to carry over the murmuring, "On this issue, this gathering of ideas, there will be no reprisal to any with the courage to ask what they will."

He lets his words sink in for a span of breaths and continues, "This new initiative could have been issued as a simple notice." A nod to those gathered, "But such deeds as the people have performed and the journey all here have taken demands more respect than a few words on a parchment." His eyes sweep the crowd and his face takes on an air of sincerity, "Going forward, I intend to break the cycle of destruction and fear we have lived with since Ultrinin. Going forward, we build upon what we create. Going forward, we make this our place, our city, noble and commoner alike. A place that reflects our hard work, our perseverance, our culture." A dramatic pause, "So no, none of your work will be destroyed, only an artistic recording of our lives for the benefit of future generations."

He indicates the sorcerer Ulviir'aufein, "This one deserves great credit for leading the project that will provide trade and stability for the city in the Spider Bearer." Then in a tone of humorous admonishment, "I would not place bets on street fighting just yet, the Temple takes a dim view of public brawls, and aside from verbal sparring it would be unseemly to do so. Besides, as a houseless male," placing his hand on his chest, "I would need his Illharesses permission to disintegrate her property anyway."

He then bows in Miz'ri's direction while continuing, "We will adjourn this discussion shortly." Raising his hands so everyone can see him in the crowd, "Should anyone have more questions or need somewhat more privacy for their concerns and ideas, they can be asked in New Iniquity while I buy a round for everyone. Unless anyone finds that completely unacceptable?"

Hrrrrm.. the sorcerer muttered

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