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You are a businessman. You are walking to a building with Mr. Gardett at your side, where you hope to make a fortune today. The brush and dirt underneath your shoes make you sincerely wish elves knew how to build roads.

"Okay, so, a few last minute things-"
"Please, Gardett, no more," You're advancing up the worn marble steps two at a time- you're not late, nowhere near late, but you're not nearly as early as you'd like.
"Sir, we have to approach this carefully," Hisses Gardett, "Our company is on the CUSP of breaking in to the Elvish bloc- to be the first to gain a toe hold in the homeland of the old Arcanists-"
"You're making this sound like a war," You squint up- the trees tower around you, walkways looking like spiderwebs all about, crowded with people going about their day. The world of the elves was above, but down here this building on solid ground was where you had to go to talk directly to the August Prince's Treasurer. The 'Mud Court' as it was colloquially known by the natives was an embassy for foreigners to make their pleas. The size of it dwarfed your father's manor quite easily, which had in turn beggared your grandmother. Gardett puffs up in indignity, all four feet of him. He's about to rant again, about the nobility of your work.

You represent the conglomerate of Gallowglass, Harridin, and Orikar Industries. You are in fact lucky enough to be a child of one of these titans of business. Sometimes, to your regret.

>Choose your father. Also, a gender and first name would be appreciated.

>[ ] Sir Gallowglass, the human, the one that organized this triumvirate and the one that brought the majority of the capital to fund it.

>[ ] Doctor Harridin, the dwarf, organizer of the first distributed enchanting shifts, and builder of the mechanisms which power the factories.

>[ ] Master Orikar, the elf, the arcanist who devised the prototypes of mass produced wands and created the formal contract Geas for high value employees.
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>>27407662
Master Orikar, Male.
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>>27407662
Sir Gallowglass, male, William
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>>27407662

Doctor Harridin, Male, Barric

This feels like a dorf-type quest, so let's dorf it up.
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>>27407745
This. Except fullname oughta be Roderick William Gallowglass, because of reasons.
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>>27407824
Just when I was about to 1d3. Okay, here we go. Roderick William Gallowglass, human.
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>>27407662
This is gonna be good. I like this mash-up
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>>27407783
wish i got here earlier to agree with you
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Elves were fond of mirrors- a perfect, mage crafted pillar covered in a reflective sheen of mithril. You take a moment to glance at your self, make sure your hair and suit are perfectly arranged. Human. Not the first in these lands, wouldn't be the last, but it was rare for humans to come through here.

Your father, Sir Gallowglass, popularly known as "The Last of the Adventurers" had sent you here to 'prove yourself' to the company. Your father had brought the partnership together, knowing Dr. Harridan and Master Orikar, and seeing how the ideas might converge, he had convinced them to work together over their mutual antipathy. And then, had bankrupted himself building the first factory outside of Serod. He was the company's face, always taking center stage in the paintings, teeth white and smiling under his mustache.

Despite the opinions of the board, your father went over their heads and sent his own son to speak to the Autumn Court. "I'm an honest man, and sending an elf would send the wrong message. This, is the way of the future. I won't patronize the men I work with."

Some less charitable fellows would speculate that your father wanted an excuse to keep you on the payroll. Mr. Gardett breaks you out of your rumination.
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"Are you saying it isn't? We are on the CUSP of a revolution here, and whether or not we have access to the Elven markets could either make or break this whole venture! The very world depends on it!"
"Don't be so dramatic, Gardett," That is sure to get a rise out of him, but you find it funny to make your secretary turn purple in fury. You didn't hire him after all, he is your father's minder, to make sure you make no mistakes.

"I- Don't make light of this, damn it! We stand on the CUSP of modernity- our success determines whether or not our people slide back in to the dark ages!"
"And I'm on the cusp of buying you a thesaurus. Now shush, you don't want to embarrass us in front of the pointy ears."

"You-" You raise a finger to your lips, and Gardett silences himself.

Two Elven Sun Guard, dressed in violet and tightly woven chain mail stand in front of the door, who had a fierce reputation years back. Probably still worthy of fear, but they had not been tested for a hundred years. Though, with elves, you reflect you might be looking at a veteran of a hundred years ago. They look behind veils of steel silk. Hard to read them, but you're guessing that they're not happy. A human businessman, coming to treat with the Treasurer. Not insulting but somewhat seedy. The Sun Guard on the left nods, his helmet waving feathers about, and speaks in some rapid fire gibberish.

"Name and titled, honored seeker?" It takes a mere moment for Mr. Gardett to translate.
"Tell him I'm Mister Roderick William Gallowglass, at your service, and that my companion here is a Mister Jonathan Gardett and that we should be expected."

There's some mumbling noises, and then the Sun Guard jabber something back.

"They want to know if you have a title?" Mr. Gardett sounds confused.

>[ ] "If they must. I've a doctorate in metallurgy. Ask if that'll do." +Intelligence.
>[ ] "I'm a knight by descent from my father. Order of the Brass." +Charm.
>[ ] "Break it to them that I'm a commoner." +Will.
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>>27408164
Knight
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>>27408164
[X] "If they must. I've a doctorate in metallurgy. Ask if that'll do." +Intelligence.

Let's go with being a common man later, when it matters to the audience.
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>>27408164
go with smarts
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In order to be big someone must start small, might as well make you a commoner who will rise his way up.
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>>27408223
>>27408251
Thirding.
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>>27408223
>>27408251
>>27408327
Doctor Gallowglass it is. Writing.
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"Well, if they must- I've got a doctorate in metallurgy I suppose, through the Gire University."

"This might be a bit tricky to translate through ancient Seridan- okay, I think I've got an idea," Haltingly, Mr. Gardett talks to the Sun Guard, who nods attentively. He murmurs things back to Gardett, who replies time and time again- it's starting to sound like an interrogation. You've nearly run out of patience, but eventually the Sun Guard nods, gives half a bow to you and Gardett, and takes a step to the side, tracing his finger on the door in unison with his fellow guard. It takes a moment, and then you hear a high pitched ringing on the other side, and the door opens.

The doors creak open- and you see a cloud of something light blue in the air. Not incense, or dust, but some kind of pollen- you note there is a ring of blue rimmed ferns above you, set around a vast glass window framed in wood, which somehow intensifies the rays of sunlight, focusing them on a pool of water at the center of the vast room. The light warms like a soft fire, or braziere, and you find yourself impressed at how comfortable the place is. The air smells sweet, the pollen does not irritate you- it doesn't choke you, or strike you as cloying. A remarkably comfortable place which surprises you, considering that everything is done in marble, slightly tinged red.

But, you think about how much it all had to have cost, the work they must have put in to it- and the fact that this is called the 'Mud Court.' You can only guess at the largesse in the trees above you. Suddenly, it strikes you as quite clear why the Autumn Court was facing bankruptcy, and was willing to hear the crass words of businessmen.

Sort of sad actually.

The room is vast, and there are few people floating about- servants, it seems like. Though, you do note some more of the Sun Guard ringed around the edge of the room. Security on hand. Mr. Gardett clears his throat.
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"Right, we're early enough, Mr. Gallowglass sir," He points to the far wall- around the pool at the center, there's an arch way covered in delicate thin red vines, sprouting blue leaves. What, they couldn't just get a curtain, "Through there is the Treasurer's- now, if you'll give me a moment to review what we know, and give us a chance to set a battle plan-"
"There you go with that war talk again."
"Oh shush, if it isn't us, it'll be someone else. Now, like I was saying-"
"Father always told me to be early," You pick up speed, "Sets people off edge, and I estimate that we're right in the sweet spot. We go now, we'll have an advantage."
"Now, see here-"
"Gardett, I've memorized everything to know. I know how much Ramarrow loses to smuggling on an annual basis, I know the water level of the Vessari river, I know the names of the Treasurer's second aunt's seamstress, I have this WELL in hand, Mr. Gardett."
"W-Well I'd like to go over this! Just to be sure!" Mr. Gardett is sweating, you note.

You suppose that if things go south, it'll be his head on the chopping block. Not yours. What a pain. You REALLY do know the material. More than that, if rumors are true, the Autumn Court is more desperate for this deal than we are.

"Mr. Gallowglass?" You turn. There's a woman there- strange you didn't hear or see her coming, it seems like a city elf, at least judging from her modern clothes. She gives an arrested bow- not nearly as formal as the Sun Guard's, "I represent-"

"We're busy!" Shouts Mr. Gardett, dragging you away by the elbow, "Spies," He hisses up to you, "Batting their pretty little eyes. Don't give in to your human instinct now, sir! WE have to plan!"
"Human instinct?" Ignoring Gardett's sleight, you glance back. The city elf is staring after the two of you, looking confused.

>[ ] Go now. Negotiations are more important than Gardett's ego.
>[ ] Find a corner to plot with Gardett until he lets you go.
>[ ] You ARE early. Talk to the strange elf.
>[ ] Other.
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>>27408839
Plot with Gardett.
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>>27408905
writin
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>>27408839

Gardett seems fairly worthless thus far. Brush him off and hear what the elf has to say, it's probably more relevant.
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>>27408809
>>27408839
Gardett has yielded some usefulness thus far, even as a basic lackey.

However, he was most rude to that woman. We shall have to chastise him later for being improper. Even if she is a spy, she is an Elf woman in the Court. We shall not present ourselves as barbarians to these people, especially as we are here to do business.

Rebuke Gardett for his behavior, but let's strategize with him a bit. Afterwards, see if we can talk to the strange elf and apologize for him.
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"Alright, alright," You glance with irritation to the curtained door. You could have caught him by surprise, but no, "Let's talk business."

"Thank you sir, thank you," Mr. Gardett drags you across the room from the elf, finding a helpful bench near the central pool of water. It's perhaps a bit too warm here, but you're not going to complain. As soon as you're seated, Gardett stands in front of you, illuminated from behind by the reflections of light from the pool. He always had a flair for the dramatic. He clears his throat, and takes on a professorial tone.

"The key to the deal is Ramarrow-"
"A cess pit."
"A potentially PROFITABLE cess pit, and we're not going to say out and out that it's an awful blight- that would imply that the Autumn Court has been less than perfect. Leave that unsaid, sir, the treasurer shall be painfully aware of it as is."
"Of course. Tell me something I don't know?"
"Stress that we're looking forward to establishing at Ramarrow PURELY because of the river leading from the iron mine lowering transportation costs. If you must, mention the geomagical confluence- but don't breathe a word about lumber, sir."
"They'll figure out pretty damn soon when logs flow down river to us."
"They already know we'll be getting timber, they just would rather not publicly now. So, we don't mention it."
"Thank you for telling me what I already know. I won't mention their oncoming bankruptcy either."
"No, but do mention that Ramarrow's unemployed population can be put to legitimate use by us."
"Wouldn't that imply that they're less than perfect administrators?"
"No, it implies they have a less than perfect population. Now, the terms we want-"
"Ten acres land, along Vessari River coast, one year tax exempt while constructing, for one hundred thousand gold pieces."
"Yes. But try to go lower."
"What a useful conversation we had, Mr. Gardett."
"Don't sass me."

You've only got a minute or two now.

>[ ] Go talk to strange elf.
>[ ] Go talk to Treasurer.
>[ ] Other.
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>>27409197
Go talk to the strange elf. The Treasurer will likely speak with us regardless. We should make up lost face, especially if this woman is actually someone of significance (which she has to be to be in here)
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>>27409197
>>27409244
Seconding, but keep it short.
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>>27409197
Talk to the lady, see who she represents. I agree to keep it short. Don't wanna give too much away
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>>27409302
>>27409252
>>27409244
Keeping it short. Writing.
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"Right, thank you Mr. Gardett," You glance back. The strange woman is standing there, talking urgently with a Sun Guard. Despite the mail veil, you guess from his posture that the guard is uninterested, "I'll keep that under advisement. For now though, I need to apologize for your rudeness."
"What? What rude- oh you must be joking sir!"
"I am not," You stand from the bench and glance back to frown on the back of your coat- yep. Pollen all over it from where you were seated. The court was beginning to wear on your patience, "She could be an important person."
"Dressed like that?" Mr. Gardett snorts, "Please, either she's an insane outlander trying to get back to her roots, or is doing her best to appeal to your baser motivations. If the second, you should be smart enough to guess that that bodes poorly for you."

"Can't hurt to talk, Mr. Gardett. I'll be along soon enough," Any further objections die in his throat as you point to the satchel at his side, "Look over the contracts. Make sure everything's okay."

You leave the grumbling secretary behind, and walk to the strange elf. She perks up at the sight of you, and after some mumbled Seridian to the guard, rushes to you, and repeats her informal bow, "Mr. Gallowglass, I'm relieved that you are willing to hear me."
"I felt it best to apologize for the brusque treatment my lackey gave you, Missus...?"
"Miss Elisa Kassirai," She smiles a rather pretty smile, "And it's no trouble- I understand you're about to be engaged in a business deal concerning Ramarrow?"
"Yes," It's no secret. The news was big, and the papers eagerly speculated whether or not this was the overstep that would finally break the GHO juggernaut, or ensure its immortality forever, "You said you were representing someone?"
"Yes sir, we, well, we care about the welfare of those less fortunate in life, and I felt you should know-"
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Damn. A charity. How maudlin. You glance back to the curtain. Gardett is waving about in a frenzy.

"I'm dreadfully sorry madame, but I really must dash-"
"Wait, hang on!" She puts on a pleading look, "I realize that it's important, and we all in Lathander do appreciate the business you are doing, but please, before you enter those doors, you need to know about the situation of those in Ramarrow!"

Negotiations can't be held off. Shareholder confidence would rapidly at any sign of distress in this deal. Ms. Kassirai does seem very intense though, staring at you with those big blue eyes of hers. Evidently feels this is important. Perhaps, you could be fashionably late?

>[ ] "Another time, thank you. I don't want to offend the treasurer by being late."
>[ ] "This sounds involved. Can we perhaps meet at a later date?"
>[ ] "I fear I need to go now. Do you have an address I could meet you at?"
>[ ] Listen to the woman. This might help negotiations.
>[ ] Other.
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>>27409761
"One sentence."
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>>27409761
>>[ ] "This sounds involved. Can we perhaps meet at a later date?"
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"This sounds involved. Can we perhaps meet at a later date?"
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>>27409761
"You have half a minute, give me the most important particulars. I expect I will employ those of the unfortunate who are qualified enough - I may as well know more now. And hang about, we can talk after. Your half-minute begins now, lest I am unable to employ anyone because I was late to the meeting."
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>>27409814

I'll go with this.
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>>27409782
>>27409814
This. Or some hybrid thereof.

"You get one sentence before I have to go through those doors. Make it count. Afterwards, we can meet again and discuss this further in-depth."

Then begin walking.
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>>27409814
fund it
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>>27409814
Change my vote to this. She has until we reach the vine curtain
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>>27409814
this works
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>>27409882
>>27409862
>>27409857
>>27409842
>>27409836
>>27409814
Writing.

If these freaking connection errors would just end goddamn.
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You turn away, and see out of the corner of your eye her ears tip down in despair, before you start talking, and walking, "You have half a minute, give me the most important particulars. I expect I will employ those of the unfortunate who are qualified enough - I may as well know more now. And hang about, we can talk after. Your half-minute begins now, lest I am unable to employ anyone because I was late to the meeting."

"Oh," She stumbles a bit trying to match your stride to the curtain, "Thank you sir, you really won't-"
"Time."
"Right, sorry. Ah, well, Ramarrow is in a unique situation-"
"Conquered one hundred years ago by the elves in the Slipper War, I know."
"Yes, and it's in the assimilation of the populace that we have the trouble-"
"It has a great deal of smuggling problems, get to the point?"

"There's a tribe!" She shouts, her voice a bit strained, before wincing. There's a slight echo in the chamber. You look back, raise an eyebrow. She has her eyes closed in frustration, but she continues on, "Look, in that war, there was a, ah, well tribe from the west that was hired-"
"Wild elves?"
"Yes. Pagan Chortro, actually. I'd tell you about their culture, but you're clearly not interested- they've made the rivers their own, survive by fishing."
"And smuggling," You're close enough now to make out Mr. Gardett's face twisted in a visage of fury.
"We pre- oh sod it, yes, they are...Rough, but we know why Ramarrow interests you. It's almost directly downriver of Dr. Harridin's Thardire mines, so you can get iron, and other metallic materials on the cheap. We would only ask that you consider the tribe while setting-"
"And you are out of time," You're just before the curtain. Gardett wisely has kept his mouth shut, but he's glaring something fierce, "I thank you for your time, and will keep your words in mind."

Kassirai deflates. She was probably hoping to hock a sob story. Oh well.

>[ ] Enter now. Be right on time.
>[ ] Wait. Be fashionably late.
>[ ] Other.
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>>27410146
>[x] Enter now. Be right on time.
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>>27410146
[X] Enter now. Be right on time.
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>>27410146
>>[ ] Enter now. Be right on time.

I've heard enought.
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>>27410146
Be right on time being punctual tells them that we actually want to deal while waiting sends the wrong message.
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>>27410146
>>[X] Enter now. Be right on time.

This ain't no decision, OP. You're doing really well, though, keep up the good work.
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>>27410146
"If there's more, be at [whatever the local equivalent of an inconspicuous bar is] later this evening."

Enter.
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>>27410146
>[ ] Enter now. Be right on time.
but what she said does have merit. a tribe of elves that are willing to work with us be given a cover for their sumggeling. win win situation as long as they don't back stab us.
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>>27410240
YES! add this to our choice as well, we can pump her for more info, if she isn't their major contact to start with.
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>>27410196
>>27410207
>>27410223
>>27410233
>>27410234
>>27410240
>>27410246
NEVER BE LATE FUCKING EVER.

Writing.
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You know, smugglers have valuable skills.

Employing these guys might be useful, if we can do it without angering the establishment.
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You must be on time.

"Perhaps we can talk later, Ms. Kassirai, if that is to your liking," You adjust your clothes, take the satchel from Mr. Gardett, "Do you have any preferences?"
"Well, sir, I would be grateful to be able to actually give the full details," Ms. Kassirai grumbles, "I suppose I could meet you at the Seer's."
"Seer's?" You raise an eyebrow. Mr. Gardett helpfully pipes up.
"Seer Clotzkol, famous diviner that studied here, before that field of study faded. Ended up founding an academy for divination that, with the field's, ah, expiration, has become more...Open," Mr. Gardett's tone and scowl makes it quite clear what he thinks of the place.
"Right, thank you, I haven't any more time to waste," If you don't want to go there, you can send a runner later to change the address. As it is, fortune awaits.

With a final bow to Ms. Kassirai, you wait for Mr. Gardett to pull aside the curtain of vines, and enter.

It opens to an anteroom, a small chamber barely lit by a glowing orb in the ceiling. On the other side of the room, yet another vine curtain. You can see a ceremonially blindfolded girl there, barefoot and dressed in a light shrift- to your surprise, she's a human. There are some more Sun Guard here, flanking you on either side- at your entrance, one bows and scurries off.

Good god, please no more tedious rituals. The blindfolded girl approaches, head shaved bald, but a fringe of red growing back, and smiles around her freckles. She speaks, haltingly, in Seridian. New then. Gardett translates.

"Ah, great, it's the usual call back and forth," Gardett grumbles through clenched teeth, "No wonder they're going bankrupt, when you employ a slip of a girl for this, and ONLY this-"
"Let's judge them later, hm, Gardett?"
"Right sir, sorry," Gardett coughs, and then responds back in Seridian rapidly. He's tense about being late.
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>>27410372
indeed, we should use them "offically" as rafters to ship the ore from the mines to our factories but also giving them much better cover to smuggle their goods (i do wonder what they haul though, we draw the line at slaves and evil cult like things. they draw in the law emforcers and adventures that wreck our operations and cost money)
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The girl nods, leans back- and you can't help but notice how painfully thin she looks, and says something far more confidently in Seridian. The light flares, causing you to blink away the stars for a moment- when you regain your vision, the girl is gone, and the curtain beyond is drawn open.

"Neat trick."
"I can find a magician that'll do the same for ten penny in Gire if you'd like, sir."

You step through the curtain to a cozy room. An entire wall is let open, showing the river through the trees. In the room, six sun guard, four at each of the four corners, and two flanking the door you just came through. You note, bemused, there's no vines, no plants, no pollen here. Just a traditional, long, rectangular stone table, with eight cushioned chairs around it. Wooden chairs. Strange.

This is meant to be a comforting place for outsiders, you guess. Strange that it takes this long to get to a diplomatic part of the embassy.

At the head of the table, flanked by two fellow elves, all wearing the robes of court with the upturned collars, is the Autumn Prince's Treasurer, her immortal face showing lines of stress. She stands, scraping the chair away from her, her two fellows following suit. The sun guard to your left stamps once, and steps forward, shouting something in Seridian. Gardett helpfully translates.

"Here, stands Roderick William Gallowglass, Scholar of the Earthen Metals, Guild Journeyman of the Gallowglass, Harridin, and Orikar Industry, son of Sir Corderin Sired Gallowglass, Hero of Ampheredon, Slayer of the Chariot, and Banisher of Kalabax, here to parley with the Thrice Blessed and Rightfully Guided Court of Autumn, Peers of the Gods, Keepers of the Hope, Preservers of- he just keeps bloody going," Gardett whispers.

So that's why they wanted a title. You wait, as Gardett tells you of more honors, more titles, more glories.

Eventually, the noise stops. The standing elves bow- you return the courtesy, and you all take seats.
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You let the treasurer get the first word. She clears her throat, glances at her colleagues, and starts. To your delight, it's in common.

"We within the Autumn Court will hear the plea of Scholar Gallowglass now, on behalf of the guild of industry."

You're not representing a guild, and the thought of a guild of industry amuses you. At least you don't have to correct her, the contract forms are all signed correctly. You take the sheaf of forms out of the satchel, and set them before you.

The Treasurer and her staff stare at you. How do you proceed?

>A success gets you the deal at the max price of 100,000. Two successes will get you the contract at a discount. Three will get you a very favorable deal. Be warned, certain methods might get you some sour feelings after all is said and done. Mentally, I'll give bonuses for specifics mentioned in posts. 100s count as two successes. No rolls until consensus reached.

>[ ] Strong arm. You're in the position of strength here- you make that clear at the start, you can get your victory right away, and probably undercut the 100,000 gold. (2 1d100 rolls, 45 and above succeed. Use Will.)

>[ ] Expert negotiation. They're out of their depth, make that clear. If you show your expertise, you'll get the better of this deal, and can wrap it up quick. (3 1d100 rolls, 60 and above succeed. Use Intelligence.)

>[ ] Silver tongue. No need to make them feel bad. You can just talk them in to it. They're painfully aware they're in a bad position, work with them in to it. Might take some time, and a few promises, but at least it'll get you a good working relationship. (2 1d100 rolls, 55 and above succeed. Use Charm.)

>[ ] Other. I'll determine difficulty. I like custom options.
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>>27410805
>silver tongue
but QM do we roll twice at the same time, or two anons rolling?
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>>27410805
Expert negotiation. Use dat brain.
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>>27410858
Two anons.

Sorry if that wasn't clear.
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>>27410805
>[X] Expert negotiation. They're out of their depth, make that clear. If you show your expertise, you'll get the better of this deal, and can wrap it up quick. (3 1d100 rolls, 60 and above succeed. Use Intelligence.)
But can we also silver tongue as a followup for haggling?
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Rolled 66, 29, 18 = 113

>>27410805
When weak, appear strong. When strong, appear weak. Someone said that. General Tso I think, and he must have been one smart motherfucker, 'cause we named a dish after him.

Expert negotiation. These are fast changing times, and to in order to keep abreast of the changing... change, it is necessary to call in the right talent. We are that talent.
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>>27410685
>>27410805
>>27410878
Gonna request a moment to catch up.
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>>27410925
Absolutely.

I write way way too much.
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Rolled 80

>>27410805
>>27410876
Expert negotiation. Let's also use some of those points that were brought up. Don't breathe a word about the timber. Mention that we could shape up the populace to properly reflect the glorious aristocracy's masterful work ethic. Let's make the Autumn Court's lands live up to the glory it represents.
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Rolled 26

>>27410936
THE HELL YOU DO.

Keep this going. I'd like some fill-in business options, but we're wheeling and dealing. GLORIOUS CAPITALISM can come soon enough.

I have such glorious ideas.

Glorious.
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>>27410910
>>27410939
>Expert negotiation
>66, 80
unf. Need one more success.
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Rolled 71

>>27410906
Guess I'll be rolling for negotiation first.
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Rolled 72

>>27410910
general Tso was basicly a nobody and was noted for being compent but not brilently in the novel "romance of the 3 kingdoms". how get got that dish named after him is any one's guess.
anyway
>expert negotiation
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Hmm. Perhaps we could take the time to do a sort of detailed analysis of the situation and what we can offer, and what is fair.

Or at least, what's 'fair'. Using intelligence, hopefully.
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>>27410939
>>27410968
>>27410970
guys, i think we got this one. our expert negotiation skills for the win! at least the elves will be left feeling we're up frount and truth full rather than being a bully or a con man.
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>>27410805
Play to our strengths.
Its no secret that the Court has fallen on hard times, take a look around. The company I represent is offering an opportunity to move our industry forward together. I think we can all agree that our collaboration will be mutually beneficial. From where I'm sitting, and please excuse the human expression, it's a no-brainer.
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>>27410936
You don't write too much, I was just busy making food for a minute.

I'm going to go with Expert Negotiation, but with the following specifics:

Lay out in painstaking clarity the safeguards created within the contract to ensure a sustainable source of wealth and goodwill between both principals - that being, our enterprise and the elves.

They'll like it a lot better if we make it clear we are thinking along the lines of harmonious balance and not waltzing in to screw them with their pants on. We mean for this to be a benefit for them and for ourselves in the long term. We mean to protect both our and their investment, as they're essentially extending us credit - the credit to use their land and resources, not to mention their population as laborers. We can couch this in state-specific terms, of course.

Aside from that, follow what our secretary told us; stress our intention to benefit from a presence within their perfectly administered affairs and learn from them in this regard.

Rollan in next post.
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>>27410968
>>27410939
>>27410910
WOBBLE BABY WOBBLE BABY WOBBLE!

Whooo! Passes all around!
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Rolled 18

>>27411027
Rolling for this. Unless we can use the rolls from these:
>>27410939
>>27410968
>>27410970
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>>27411043
He said no rolls till consensus. QM hasn't called it yet.
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>>27410970
>>27410968
>>27410952
>>27410939
>>27410910
>No rolls until consensus is reached.

But anyway. Expert negotiation with some caveats for a more harmonious tone.

>/tg/
>Not jumping on the 'FUCK DA ELVES' bandwagon.

I'm proud of you guys. Gimme three rolls of 1d100, difficulties of 55 and above.
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Rolled 56

>>27410910
>>27411077

"Roite then. Esteemed members of the Autumn Court, I thank you for granting this audience. I am Doctor Roderick William Gallowglass, here on behalf of GHO Industries, with regards to establishing trade in iron.

For this purpose, the district of Ramarrow is ideal for its proximity to navigable waterways, greatly simplifying transportation logistics. Operations would additionally benefit by utilization of local surplus labor."
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Rolled 45

>>27411077
This is business. Elves, Orcs, even demons (Though they're so terrible with keeping their word) are all valid business partners.

It's all in good business.

Always in good business.
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Rolled 19

>>27411077
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>>27411092
>>27411110
>>27411134
Well fuck. Guess we used up the good rolls too early.
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Rolled 48

>>27411077
rolling
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Rolled 87

>>27411077
DICE FOR THE DICE GOD! ROLLS FOR THE ROLLS THRONE!
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>>27411134
>>27411110
>>27411092
Hm. One success. Now I feel kinda bad since you had gotten good rolls earlier...

...Eh.

>Beginner's Luck! +1 success.

But seriously, after consensus is reached, then start rolling. Writing.

>Also, these FREAKING connection errors. Don't get it. Anybody else having this problem?
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Rolled 34

>>27411077
THE DICE GOD DOES NOT CARE FOR WHAT QUEST IT IS! AS LONG AS THE ROLLS ARE MADE!
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Rolled 27

>>27411180
>>27411170
Rolling for the dice god.
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>>27411170
did you get that roll? QM?>>27411166
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>>27411194
It was late
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>>27411170
please accept this roll >>27411166 QM. here have some cute moe as a offering to change your mind.
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>>27411299
The dice say what they say. Learn to deal and gb2>>>/a/, weaboo fag
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>>27411299
What a unique creature.

Pinkerton, what's the estimated value of this thing if we put it to work in a coal mine?
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>>27411166
>>27411299
>>27411170

Whether you attribute it to trips followed by dubs, or simply OP's generosity, we were granted an extra success, so we should have two successes here; just waiting on OP to post the next update.
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>>27411343
that's Touhou. Touhou is EVERYWHERE. it's like bitching about the weather. no matter where you go, it'll follow you anyway.
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Sure is mad in here...
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"Madame Treasurer. Representatives of the Autumn Court," You give short nods to each, not really up to Elven etiquette, but you hope your respect is clear in the motion, "I thank you for your hospitality, and respect. I come to you as a humble servant of Gallowglass, Harridan, and Orikar Industries. I will cut to the quick. I wish for us both to make a great deal of money. The old model of business is outmoded to say the least. Guildsmen have bottlenecked the supply, colluding to keep prices so high, that good men and women beggar themselves for even the slightest services. Every state has felt the bite of this antiquarian dictatorship. I am not going to say that we act selflessly, that we're a band of paladins. We intend to earn fair payment for our services. But that's the key word there, fair. We can do the work a thousand wizards can do for one thousandth of the price. Back home, the Bannerly Coven three years ago proclaimed quite proudly they could produce as many as one poultice of revivification a month. One a month! Our business outside of Gire now produces one hundred a month. And that's just revivification poultices. Furniture, rations, swords, fine steel, and textiles similarly have produced such things. The population of Gire now lives in undreamed of luxury. No man fears a rotten death by festering disease from a wound when for but five copper he can be cured. Mere tradesmen return to brilliant homes that need never know dark, thanks to glow orbs that last a full month needing no changing for a silver. All the wonders that arcane sorcerers squirreled away in towers would tempt heroes with are now available for the common man and woman. Not to mention the wages we will pay to those that would work in our factory- anyone without a job shall easily find one within our doors."

"You don't use zombies?" That's one of the ceremonial elves, looking surprised. The Treasurer shoots a glare. You grin.
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"Zombies? Please. Have you any idea the cost of keeping a necromancer employed? Not to mention the legal ramifications of determining corpse ownership, the hygienic issues, the security quandaries, morale, and just educating the stupid things- no, no, people are overall quite a bit cheaper. And more popular."

"So you would employ elves?" The Treasurer raises an eyebrow. Dangerous waters these.

"We shall employ any one given the right to work within your realm, that would be willing to work," You remember Elisa's fears about the tribe. The smugglers. Leave that for later.

"I see," The Treasurer murmurs, contemplating. Another elf speaks up.
"You don't use geases, do you?"
Mr. Gardett speaks up here, "Only under the express consent of those employed. We don't kidnap workers- we have to turn them away from our doors at home."

Gardett might not have used the best of words there, but you leave it for now and nod, "Everything is strictly voluntary. Slaves make poor workers."

"You are asking for ten acres," The Treasurer is looking over the documents now, "Along the river."
"Yes, to permit ease of transport via the waterways."
"Quite. Why ten acres though? Isn't that a great deal of land for one building?"
"Well, if all goes well we hope that we'll have more buildings. More room to expand- not to mention the harbor facilities-"
"You wouldn't use Ramarrow's harbor?" The Treasurer glares up. Sharp one this.
"We, well," Gardett speaks up again. You wish you could hit him.
"Our barges are, regrettably, larger than your harbor can handle. Irreconcilable differences between dwarven and elven design, sorry. Also, if you will look at page 3 to the surveyor's remarks, you will see that we want area down river from Ramarrow- if things go as planned, doubtless the city's harbor could bustle from the overflow."
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The Treasurer nods, appeased. You don't bring up the fact that you want to avoid the infamously corrupt harbormasters of Ranmarrow. Paying off criminals to make sure your shipments come in with no problems is not GHO policy.

"And, ah, what would your factory be for?" One of the elves looks up innocently. You sure are sick of answering this question.
"Steel, and products formed from such."
"Yes, thank you Dr. Gallowglass," The Treasurer shoots a glare at the querying elf, "I was sure my party had read the reports already."

You give a small chuckle at that, wave your hand, "Worry not, ma'am, worry not. Any other questions?"

"No, I suppose not- though the initial payment is not resolved."
"Yes- the surveyor insinuated that 70,000 gold pieces would be more than sufficient."
"And a year untaxed."
"Most of that year will be devoted to construction, ma'am. We need to time to get ready- and I'm sure your tax collectors would get sick of coming back from our work site empty handed," You smile inside. She didn't ask about the 70,000.
"Of course," She mumbles. She blinks around at the documents before her, and for a moment, her facade drops, and she visibly acknowledges she's out of her depth. Then she glances back up, iron faced, "Make that 80,000."
"Well, let me-"
"80,000," She takes a scroll out from a pocket, and picks up a quill, "And I pay for half of it. So your company only bears a burden of 40,000."

Gardett makes a small croaking noise. Her two advisors stare at her. Was this a spontaneous move?

The Treasurer smiles, "I'm interested in your business, Dr. Gallowglass. I would only ask that I be allowed to see it from up close."

On the one hand, coming back with ten acres for 40,000 would be a coup. On the other, the Treasurer might think herself a shareholder now. And have a personal interest in ruining your life if she is displeased.

>[ ] Take the deal.
>[ ] No deal.
>[ ] "Well, I'd need to consult with the home office..."
>[ ] Other.
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>>27411785

Deal. We're coming out ahead, after all... and if she thinks herself a shareholder, that too is to our advantage; we're establishing a partnership here, after all.
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>>27411785
[X]Other - let's do this like a universal bank would.

"Madame, I would be remiss to create such a burden on a new investor; you will pay thirty thousand to thirty-five at most and we will maintain the liability that comes with the majority stake. Should we fail, I will not see you blamed quite as much as ourselves - otherwise we are irresponsible. That should allow you sufficient stake to feel you hold a share, but I should like some capacity to repay you this price over time, say...a release structure over the next five to ten years, let the haggling be done by representatives, but we may arrange for a rich return for the Autumn Court for stake re-sold to its originator?"

We'll get full ownership within the decade, she starts out without a majority share, and we give them more money back than they spend now, while we make profit hand over fist.

Initial savings are still huge and everybody saves a little face without fear of loss of control on anyone's part, she and the Treasury and Court gets to look better to those that judge their efficacy, we get to save the company an incredible amount and the credit we get ourselves should allow for more leverage back home.
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>>27411884
guhbuhwah
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>>27411895
You confused, or seconding?
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>>27411884

Mmm, definitely this; better idea than accepting the deal straight across.
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>>27411902
dunno about him but i'll second, seems legit
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>>27411902
confus

So, we make her pay 30k, then pay her back the money over 5 or ten years- right?
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>>27411884
>>27411907
>>27411912
Banking is go. Writing. And hopefully I'll manage to control my boner for tl;dring this time.
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>>27411928
We make her pay 30-35K so we maintain more than 50% control over the area but she doesn't feel like she has no ownership at all - being a representative of the Elven state, this is important. What she gets for her money is stock in the enterprise, company ownership in the subsidiary we spin out to do business in Elfland.

Over the next five to ten years, we buy back the initial stock we sell her now for 30-35K AT A PRICE GIVING THE ELVES AN ADVANTAGE. This nets their nation more money, which they need, so even if we fuck up they have some means to recoup their investment. We also avoid the elves having more than 50% ownership, which would give them more control than we'd like them to have.
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>>27411928

Something like that, looks like. Exact terms to be specified later, but typically involving some interest going her way, getting her a return on the price, eventually. Of course, by then, we'll more than have made up for it, so win-win.
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>>27411966
And if the Treasurer has a stake in this enterprise she is going to have a personal stake in it succeeding and nothing getting in the way of its success.

Which is good for us since she can pull strings here that we can't.
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I kinda like how this is coming along so far. Iron man artificer mode go?
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"Madame, I would be remiss to create such a burden on a new investor; I would rather you pay thirty thousand and we will maintain the liability that comes with the majority stake. This way, should something go wrong, the majority of the blame will lie on our own shoulders. That should allow you sufficient stake so that the Autumn Court is allowed a voice in our company, but I should like some capacity to repay you this price over time, say...a release structure over the next five to ten years. Let the haggling be done by representatives, but we may arrange for a rich return for the Autumn Court if you would allow us to buy back our share from you over time."

The Treasurer blinks.
"Beg pardon?"

It takes some time, but you educate her on the basics. The Autumn Court had apparently not heard of this kind of financial arrangement before. It's simple enough, and after some minor sums doodled on a corner of your paper, she understands the wealth involved. Sensing that you didn't want to give up half, she pushes for 40,000 again, but you manage to convince the treasurer to stick to 32,000 after some work. 48,000 for ten acres of elven real estate, the first land transfer of its kind to non elven hands is quite a deal. To be fair, the contract points out that the land actually belongs to the Wild King, and that you were paying for the privelige of renting it, and more than that, that Gallowglass, Harridan, and Orikar was rearranged Orikar, Gallowglass, and Harridan for the purpose of the contract. To better insinuate the the land still remained in elven hands, even if it was a runaway wastrel.

Nonetheless, your heart sings as you sign in your place as representative of OGH. That went very well.

The externalities could wait.

With a final bow, you separate. Mr. Gardett is giggling in glee, "48,000! What a steal! It was worth 125,000 easy! C'mon, let's get home quick."

> "I need to meet, Ms. Kassirai."
> "125,000? Based on what?"
> Investigate Ramarrow.
> Other.
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>>27412147

We have an appointment, and let it never be said that we take such things lightly. But let Gardett speak his peace, or there'll be no living with him.
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>>27412147
Meet Kassirai.

"Mister Gardett! I don't know whether to remonstrate you over lack of matters or of opportunism! I have the ear of a woman that'll get us insight into the upcoming difficulties with the locals, would you have me waste that on the basis that she has nothing useful to say because things could not possibly be different here, where we have never been before in this capacity? We are not in the old city with an urchin tugging on our sleeves."
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>>27412147
> "I need to meet, Ms. Kassirai."

Listening to them is cheaper than having them sabotage our facilities. Promise nothing, but at least give them a chance to voice some concerns.
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>>27412147
Excellent work, one and all.

Speak with Ms. Kassirai, but let's have our good friend educate us on just why this territory is worth so much on the way there.
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>>27412216
>>27412194
>>27412166
>>27412241

I figured. Also, Gardett will have his time to yap.
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"125,000?" You walk through the anteroom- the blindfolded girl is still there, standing serenely to the side, "Why that much?"
"River side elf maintained land. Ramarrow might be a polyp, but the druids, weak as they are right now, still revere the land. Good trees, unworked meadows, if I had the money, I'd go ranching on the land. Not that it'd be near as profitable as the factory mind, but a whole lot less set up this way. Compared to the war ravaged lands we have our way, it's a paradise."
"Thank you Gardett, but next time, keep your thoughts inside your skull until we get out, hm?"
Gardett glances up at a nearby Sun Guard. Then to the sword he's bearing.

"Right, sir, sorry sir."
"Also, you know about this place she had talked about? The 'Seer's'?"
"Yes sir," The pair of you exit the foreign embassy, and find to your surprise it's darker outside than in. Tree cover blots out a whole lot more, "Heathen bloody place. Not a place for a respectable gentleman such as yourself. Some kind of awful occultist's den that sells all manner of degenerate concoctions."
"I see. Ms. Kassirai expects me there. Lead on."

Gardett glances up at you, aghast, "You joking sir? I just told you it's no place for you!"
"I keep my word, Mr. Gardett. Aside from that, she says she knows something about some tribals that live in Ramarrow. If we are to build a factory there, we need to know as much as possible."
"Oh, come on sir, it's-" You give him a hard look. He looks up to the heavens, murmurs a silent prayer, then nods, "Very well sir, very well. Guards will cause a pain."
"Sun Guard?"
"Oh no, no, just the usual upjumped city watchmen. They don't like outsiders gallivanting about their city, sir."

True enough, you come to an elevator (Amusingly hand cranked) guarded by men in tunics of blue, leaning on spears. At the sight of you, they sit up.
"Purpose of visit?"

>"Visiting Ms. Kassirai." Judge their reactions from hearing her name.
>"Going to the Seer's."
>Make up an excuse.
>Other.
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>>27412500
>>"Visiting Ms. Kassirai." Judge their reactions from hearing her name.


What else is there to say?
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>>27412500
Could just say "Business."
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>>27412500
>"Going to the Seer's."
Let's not spill all the beans at the start!
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>>27412564
>>27412561
>>27412527
Hm. Tie.

And it has been about five and a half hours for me.

Let's say we call it a night here, pick up where we left off tomorrow at...Fucking localized timestamps. 20:00 4chan time?
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>>27412626
Thanks for the quest, OP. Good job on it, too. Take care, see you next time.
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>>27412626
Awesome Quest thus far, sir! I eagerly await more!
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>>27412626
reading over, it was enjoyable. you write titanic blocs, but its worth the wait
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>>27407662

I archived this for you on suptg, because I think it's a great idea, and your setting really rocked my socks.
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Is this Twen?
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There are two kinds of people: sheep and sharks. Anyone who is a sheep is fired. Who is a sheep?
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>>27412626
Bumpin
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This thread still exists, so I shall use it!

Shorter session tonight though, sorry folks, only four hours. Will try to be speedier to compensate.

At any rate, going with not spilling the beans to get access to the Seer's.
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>>27422741
I've had this thread open all day for this.
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>>27422741
Time for the fun to begin!
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"Business. That's all."

The guards share a disapproving glance. Gardett springs in to action then, waving his hands.

"See now, is it a crime to not report one's goings to every Tom, Dick, and Harry? Every one should have certain expectations of privacy!"
"Except we're guarding access to Lathander, one of the most important cities of the Autumn Court, half man, so go and take your full man back before we start to make you match, huh?"

Unfriendly, but in your experience most guards are petty men that vigorously enjoy their small power in the name of xenophobia. Just as you're about to make your displeasure known, Mr. Gardett steps forward with a noise of jingling.

"Perhaps we got off on to the wrong foot, sir. Here's all you need to know."

An elven hand is taken by Mr. Gardett's, and a few silver are placed in his palm. You note with some professional admiration that Mr. Gardett had an especial bag for this- you know for a fact that Gardett had more cash, and hid it better than this.

The elf weighs the coin in his hand, glaring suspiciously at Gardett. You fear that he'd start shaking down your secretary for more, when his fellow guard steps closer irritated.

"Gimme my piece, my family's just as hungry as yours."

With a sigh, the elf steps to the side and jerks his head to the elevator, and the two divide their spoils. Well done Mr. Gardett. You follow him to the platform.

The crank men work, and soon you're up in Lathander proper, among the fungal riot of an elven city.

"Right sir, the Seer's is that way-" Gardett points to a line of walkways that makes no impression on you, "Though, if you'll beg my pardon, I recommend we go there first," He points to another random set of wood and trees, "So we can hire ourselves a guard first."
"A guard?"
"Yes sir, no offense to the young lady," He hisses that, "But I'm not near as vulnerable to pretty eyes as you."

>[ ] Go hire a guard.
>[ ] Try not to offend Ms. Kassirai by bringing armed escort.
>[ ] Other.
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>>27423141
[X] Go hire a guard.

If she get's offended it's no big deal for us so we might as well do it for Gardett to calm him down.
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Rolled 71

>>27423141
Im sure an esteemed gentleman such as ourself has a modicum of skills in self defense. we go alone, and Gardett buys an escort and comes in a few minutes later. might be useful to have protection come in later
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>>27423141
Make a joke something like :Guard? I thought that is why I had you along with me?

Of course on this issue we should comply and hire a guard. We can smooth over any concerns once they pop up.

Though really Gardett has brought up a great idea! We should look into hiring a full time bodyguard in the future.
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Hmm, if there's danger a guard could be good, but the guard himself could be the danger.
Not to mention this is supposed to be a somewhat clandestine matter, so including anyone else isn't a good idea.

I say no guard, but keep alert, maybe set up Gardett outside to watch the exits in case someone tries to make off with us.
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>>27423490
>>27423456
Guard hiring it is. Writing.
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>>27423501

I'm inclined to mistrust any 'guards' for hire in this area. Especially given how corrupt the 'official' guards are. It seems to be a necessity for now... but in the future, we should definitely have our own.
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>>27423549
Definitely. Someone discreet, who could go anywhere we went without suspicion.
Obviously the best option would be to be our own bodyguard.
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Gardett was a paranoid man. Very rough around the edges sort. Then again, you had gotten nowhere near maxing out your expense account.

"Where do you propose hiring a guard then?" You start off uncertainly in the direction he indicated. A lot of the rope walkways and foot bridges lack railings, and you desperately wished your shoes had better grips. Note to self, pack cleats next time you're in elven lands. Some passing citizenry giggle at your passing.

"Well sir, for that I recommend Corkins' Investigatory Guild-"
"Corkins? The evicters?"
"Yes sir, but they have more than centaurs on hand, and do more than eviction- I got my start, back when they were just another adventurer's guild with them, your father even did a few jobs with them," You clear your throat pointedly. Gardett had a tendency to ruminate, "Right sir, sorry sir- at any rate they should do a good job for you."
"I understood the elves were isolationist."
"That they are, but skulls need breaking no matter the species. I wager they won't wear the Corkins banner, but if I know right-" You round a tree trunk, and see a vast, open air structure, well lit by festive red and orange glow orbs, filled with tables, singing patrons, and pretty little things moving about serving dishes and drinks, "We find drink, we'll find our man."

After a silver to gain entrance (Gardett complaining bitterly it was a half copper but ten years ago), Gardett drifts immediately to the base of the tree, around which the bar is- some sort of strange elevator contraption came from the trunk itself to supply it delicacies and the like.

"Always propping up a bar this one- there he is!"

The biggest elf you've ever seen (More broad than tall) is leaning over the bar, staring down in a bread tureen filled with something brown and smelling awful, rolling an empty wine glass in his hands. The glances up at Gardett's word with a frown, long, curling unruly mutton chops shaking in irritation with his jowls.
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Seeing the big man's dour mood, you step back and let Gardett work his magic.

"Gardett? Oh for the love of- I should have known that things could get worse."
"Kerso, please," Gardett hops up to the bar, holding up two fingers, and jerking a thumb to the glass in Kerso's fingers. The talented bartendress gives a nod, heading off to fetch the oil that makes the squeaky wheels of business spin, "I'm here to make things better."
"I'm through drinking," Growls Kerso, but he nonetheless hauls back on the glass when it's placed in front of him, "And I've keen enough memory to remember how we parted ways, even soaked to the gills as I am."
"I left you very rich," Gardett sounds hurt.
"With the Duke's money!" Roars Kerso slamming the glass down hard enough for it to break. The bartendress approaches, a frown on her face, but Gardett with a sigh flips her a silver.
"You seem well enough, Kerso."
Kerso, in lieu of a response raises his left hand. The first two knuckles of his pinky and ring finger are missing. Gardett laughs.
"Really? You know two silver will make those good as new, right?"
"Hit me with a curse too, to make me remember it," Kerso scratches his mutton chops now, looking contemplative, "And being Corkins' representative in Lathander is a quick route to death by boredom."
"With all these elvish veterans drifting through?"
"The elven kingdoms are bloody peaceful, ever since Orikar-" Kerso stops at that, squints at you, "Beg your pardon sir, and do forgive me for saying so- but you look the spitting figure of Sir Gallowglass himself. Friend of Gardett's?"

Gardett hesitates here, glances up at you, then back to Kerso, "I, ah, I figure I should let him introduce himself. Rather you wouldn't jump to conclusions, Kerso."

"Right," Kerso looks at you moodily over the rim of his drink, "Introduce yourself then."

>"Just a businessman, representing GHO Industries."
>"Yes, I am Sir Gallowglass's son. At your service."
>"A man with coin and a need for privacy."
>Other.
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>>27423966
>"Yes, I am Sir Gallowglass's son. At your service."

Not much else to say. Kerso obviously recognises our father in us. Dont be too extravagant, extend our hand and use a good grip

Dont break our fingers please kerso
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>>27423966
>"Yes, I am Sir Gallowglass's son. At your service."
No point in not telling him, he'll find out eventually anyway.
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>>27423966

I've got a good feeling about this guy; we can tell him who we are, and certainly trust him as far as our name. After all, we're liable to be trusting him with a lot more than that, soon...
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>>27423966
>>"Yes, I am Sir Gallowglass's son. At your service."
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>>27423966
>"Yes, I am Sir Gallowglass's son. At your service."

It seems like he already knows your dad and Gardett.
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Rolled 29, 17, 48 = 94

>>27424094
>>27424076
>>27424050
>>27424026
>>27424015
"Yes, I am Sir Gallowglass's son. At your service," You offer your hand to Kerso. Kerso looks down at it, then back up to you. He looks unimpressed.

"Ah. Thought so," Kerso nods, chewing his lower lip, "Right, thank you then," Kerso nods. Gardett meanwhile has his eyes squeezed shut.

"Kerso..." Gardett mumbles.

Kerso turns away from you, scratching below his eye with his thumb, "Nothing personal about this son, just owe your father."

"Beg pardon?"

Kerso comes turning around hard with a right hook. Surprising how time slows down like this. Gardett is staying very still staring at Kerso. He looks more exasperated than anything else. You estimate Kerso is going to be hitting you very hard, in the eye, barring action on your part.

>One success needed for each.
>Take the hit. Stay standing. (2 1d100 rolls, 70 and above succeed.)
>Dodge! (2 1d100 rolls, 65 and above succeed.)
>Other.
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>>27424199
>>Other.
Kick 'im in the nuts.
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>>27424199
Take the hit. once the hit is taken, we give him one in return
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>>27424199
Take the hit, no son of Gallowglass is going to back down from a punch.
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>>27424199
Take the hit.
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>>27424255
sounds good. shows we have the character to accept a hit but also the nads to give one in return
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>>27424281
>>27424276
>>27424260
>>27424255
Ballsy.

>Toughness +1!

I'll add another die for that. 3 Anons, gimme 1d100 rolls.
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>>27424255

This. If we're gonna do this, best to do it proper.
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Rolled 27

>>27424309

So yeah, let's smack and get smacked.
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Rolled 51

>>27424309
Take it like an iron wall
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Rolled 50

>>27424321
>>27424324
Oh geez.
Come on dice magic!
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Rolled 45

>>27424309
Come on toughness!
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>>27424321
>>27424324
>>27424337
>>27424338

Well... we suck. Guess we've got a date with the floor instead.
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>>27424338
>>27424337
>>27424324
>>27424321
Well fuck.
Looks like we inherited the old Gallowglass jaw.
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>>27424337
>>27424324
>>27424321
Regrettably, the son of Gallowglass was caught by surprise. Writing.

More like man maybe I need to revise out of a pool system or something. Which does lead to the problem that that'd reduce anon participation somewhat. I'll meditate on that.

>>27424350
>Gallowglass jaw

Heh.
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>>27424321
>>27424324
>>27424337
Clearly we should stick to our main stat: Intelligence.
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>>27424384
In that case, we should avoid further blunt trauma to the head.
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>>27424373
You could keep the dice pool system, but make it so if you are trying something you are good at the DC is slightly lowered. Basically you get more dice and have a better chance at doing something your good at than something your not.

Some DC could still by high for things you are good at to signify just how hard it would be even for someone who is very good in that area.
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You try to gird yourself for the blow, but Kerso's swinging with his all. His callused and weather worn knuckles catches you hard in the cheek. Your teeth rattle, and you feel like your jaw catches flame. Dizzy, trying to compensate for the blow, you slip and fall down to the ground and bounce off the floor.

"Kerso! Damn it Kerso, if you've broken his jaw I am going to have ground for fertilizer!" Gardett shouts somewhat distantly as you try to get up to hands and knees.
"You know what his father did."
"His FATHER, not him! Fuck's sakes, Kerso, I swear I will-"
"It's quite alright, Gardett," You mumble. Damn your jaw hurts. Your mouth tastes of copper, and you spit blood on the hard floor. You run a finger up and down your teeth- none loose. Thank the heavens. Just your cheek bleeding from where it cut on the teeth.

" 'Ere, up and at them," A hand is offered to you, and you wave it off, choosing instead to drag yourself up with the help of the bar. When your vision clears up, you see the inhabitants of the bar are frozen still, staring at the scene. Waiting for your reaction.

Kerso is there, standing, swaying a little drunkenly. Gardett has a slim, ivory handled blade out in his fist, knuckles clenching it white. Kerso's green eyes, clouded over with intoxication take in yours. He's standing awfully close- oh, he was the one offering the hand. Oh well.

You rub your jaw thoughtfully, "Relieved, Mr. Kerso?"
"That's just Kerso, thank you kindly sir, and yes, I am quite alright. If you feel you must get the constabulary-"
"So what, you can bribe them Kerso?" Gardett hisses, pointing his knife at him, "I've a mind to-"
"Actually, Gardett, I've a mind to hit him back- if there are no objections, Kerso?"

Kerso looks very solemn indeed.
"If that's what you think best sir."

>Hit him as hard as you can. 2 1d100 rolls, 60 and below succeed.
>Hit him with the least force.
>Anatomy. Hit him where it will hurt the most. 3 1d100 rolls, 45 and below succeed.
>Other.
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>>27424551
go for the kidneys. any objections?
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Rolled 70

>>27424551
>Hit him as hard as you can. 2 1d100 rolls, 60 and below succeed.
We are here to make impressions on people.
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>>27424551
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>>27424582

What are we going to do, circle behind him and punch his kidneys?

>>27424551

Hit him in the fucking nuts. Anyone that fucks with us gets fucked twice as hard.

He also didn't specify where we had to hit him.
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>>27424598

Yeah, time for a bit of revenge. A good, honest blow, none of this below the belt crap.
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Rolled 44

>>27424551
bust up his mug real good
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>>27424551
>Anatomy. Hit him where it will hurt the most. 3 1d100 rolls, 45 and below succeed.
PRECISION
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>>27424611
Nah fuck that. A solid fight here will end in our ass's messy divorce. Part of why we need a bodyguard.
>>
An honest gentleman never goes below the belt.
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>>27424551
>>Hit him as hard as you can. 2 1d100 rolls, 60 and below succeed.
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Rolled 71

>>27424638
Fucking rolls, how do they work.
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Seems that we're going by Queensbury rules.

Gimme two 1d100 rolls.
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>>27424668

>implying we're an honest gentleman

We're here to make money, not win friends and influence people.
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Rolled 79

>>27424724
>>
Rolled 71

>>27424724
>>
Rolled 36

>>27424724

IN THE FACE

I guess.

Dammit, I wanted to kick him in the nuts.
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>>27424740
>>27424747
We hit hard. Writing.
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Rolled 81

>>27424724
I'm sad no-one caught the impression double entendre.
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>>27424740
>>27424747
Well great. First too low, now too high.
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>>27424789
You hit like a little girl. As luck would have it, one of those odd lulls in background noise came about just as your limp-wristed fist struck ineffectually against Kerso, with a noise like a final, dispirited flop from a hooked carp. The entire bar burst out laughing.
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Rolled 16

>>27425001
You hit him too hard, and where it counts too. He will never have children again, and he makes it his life mission to hunt you down and cut off your ballsack.
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>>27425015
>you hit him so hard your arm liquifies and his head explodes
>the shock of the incident briefly initiates nuclear fusion, and a blinding flash sets the bar on fire
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You reel back, and aim directly for the elf's kisser. Your knuckles slide off his teeth below the lip, and catch his nose, bending it with a crack. You hit him solidly- you're sure that you managed to hit him hard enough for him to feel it through the blubber. The man tumbles back falling in to the bar trying to get a grip- but he fails and falls flat on his back with a crash, crushing a bar stool beneath him.

It takes a few seconds, then Kerso eventually rolls over to his side, and with a monumental effort, manages to get to his feet, blood dripping freely all the while. He chuckles, as he pulls at a kerchief, and starts dabbing at it. He looks up with green eyes, his thinning blond hair a mess. A smile rimmed in red on his face.

"Strong arm on the boy. He an adventurer?"
"No, just a college boy," Gardett responds, unamused. As if by magic, the bar relaxes, and people start chattering away, the air of tension removed.
"Ah, basically the same thing," Kerso's voice is muffled as he jabs the kerchief up both nostrils, trying to stem the crimson flood, "Well Gardett, you are right, my mood is much improved. Very sorry about that, Sir Gallowglass," He offers you his unbloodied hand, "Let's start from scratch again. You can call me Kerso."
"Just Kerso?" You ask, raising an eye brow, taking his hand. He gives you a dainty shake, before taking his hand back.
"Just Kerso. Family revoked my last name."
"Lot of drama, these elves," Gardett says wistfully.
"Not like you're a whole lot better," Kerso interjects, before looking up to you, "I'm sure you don't want to talk overly long with someone who assaulted you out of the blue, but can I buy you a drink, as a matter of apology?"
"That would be quite alright- I'm here actually because Gardett here wanted me to get a bodyguard."
>>
"A bodyguard?" Kerso smiles, "In Lathander?"
"Things happen," Gardett testily reminds, "Such as random bar fights sprung on a boy purely due to his relations."
"Water over the bridge," Kerso waves his hand, "The younger Gallowglass is appreciably less spiteful than his elder, you need not worry so much."

You had just broken his nose, but you get the sense this is not the first time that Kerso has had this manner of amateur rhinoplasty. After a testy complaint from the bar's manager, you retire to Kerso's office- a typically elven office with carpets of moss and living branch chairs. Makes his papers and custom built steel armor on a stand stand out all the more. The armor seemed fitted for a man far younger, and far slimmer.

"So, just a man to watch over you while you meet a church lady?" Kerso furrows his bushy brows, "That's paranoid, even for you Gardett."
"I doubt she's a churchlady, Kerso, and even if she were, she hangs about the lowly and radical," Gardett sniffs, "You know the sort. And what if she were to bring up the possibility of going on some god awful trip? The boy would never turn it down."

"Gardett, perhaps it'd be best to bad mouth your superior when his back is turned?" He wasn't really insulting you, but you decide a reminder in front of company would serve well.

"Begging your pardon sir," Gardett shrinks, "Just, informal with an old friend. Let my mouth get away from me."
"That's not the only part of your anatomy you let get away," Kerso chuckles, before turning his focus to you, "At any rate, this sounds like a quick job, so I'm going to assume someone subtle, that knows the area, and can be relied on to be discreet. Which of these three do you value most?"

>"Discretion. My business should be my business first."
>"Subtlety. I don't want to advertise my guard's presence to too great a degree."
>"Knowledge. I want someone that knows the area. I don't want to be blindsided."
>Other.
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>>27425378
Subtlety

We also don't want to risk offending the lady person.
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>>27425378

Knowledge. Our presence and activities here will become publicly known before long anyways... and it's not like we've been doing a great deal of sneaking around thus far anyway. We should be getting to know the area and making connections, instead of trying for some semblance of secrecy.
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>>27425378
Discretion. If we're going to possibly employ smugglers, it's best to keep this on the down low.
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>>27425378
>>"Subtlety. I don't want to advertise my guard's presence to too great a degree."
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>>27425378
Knowledge. After that barfight we were just in, I think subtlety is pretty much out the window.
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>>27425378
I'm going with subtlety. This is a meeting, we don't want to jeopardize our standing with the other party.
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>>27425422
going with knowledge as well. makes sense, fits thematically to our character
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>>27425378
subtlety pls
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>>27425378
>Other.
"Get me someone that doesn't LOOK threatening, unless known by reputation - and let that reputation be significant for those in the know, eh? I can hire a tout for knowledge, unless you mean to say that all your bodyguards don't know how to turn a blind alley to advantage or need a map of the tree-city - and ultimately I am doing public business so I needn't have a discrete bodyguard hidden away. Hiding in plain sight - from the uninitiated - is one thing, but I'd rather have folk mistake a tiger for a doe if that's available."

We'll get someone who doesn't look like a barrel of ass-kicking until we need them to. Should be okay in negotiations.
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>>27425378
Lets go for knowledge, our cheek will soon look swollen enough to show that we got into a mild altercation. Also, if shit happens, I prefer running than fighting. Because a business man fights by returning with all the cutthroats money can bring.
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>>27425522
so power, reputation, and an unassuming appearance? inb4 a dozen pic relateds, but it sounds okay.
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>>27425522

Seems legit.
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I dunno about the available options.

Someone who knows the area to prevent getting blindsided isn't as good as someone who can fight through any problems that arise from getting lost.

Someone subtle may be outclassed if power becomes necessary, like if we get attacked by a shitload of people at once. Or a shitload of smugglers.

Someone discreet is probably a luxury, frankly. We're going to be a center of attention as it is.
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>>27425592

Presumably, a degree of competence is assumed when you're hiring a bodyguard; none of these guys are going to be pushovers. That said, we are only looking to hire a single bodyguard, so 'what if we get ambushed by a shitton of guys' situations need to be averted by non-militant strategies; hence the options.
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>>27425648
Yeah, but I'm thinking of going with >>27425522 just because the resulting character will be more interesting.
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Alright. Reset the modem and router- let's hope that ends all the connection issues.

Counting votes.

Sneaky: 4
Smart: 4
Quiet: 1
BONUS OPTION: A Known Asskicker: 3

Okay, I'll just take the top three, and have him give you three candidates with options to choose from. Writing quick.
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"All of those sound good, but I need to know more about the one I hire than just an adjective," Though, discretion really wasn't a high point of need, you conclude. You're hardly an unknown- a well dressed human in an elven city will always draw attention. Perhaps a reputation would work better than a shield here.

"Fair point, fair point- just wanted to narrow the search."

"Then give me three examples, with details, Kerso."

Kerso nods, and then reaches back for a cabinet, "Three that I can think of off the top of my head that will be available at this time of night... Okay."

"Here's Cutter. Yes, that's the name he wanted to give us. Young elf, but one that knows how not to be seen, here's the two jobs he's done for us already," He passes a sheet to you. You glance over it. One woman successfully tailed to determine she was pawning jewelry under the interested party's nose. And one infiltration of a gambler's caravan over in Locambee- successful for a month, then had to high tail it out after being noticed. Still, gave the evidence needed for the Autumn Court to shut the gambler's down.

"Cutter will work cheap and quiet sir, and is a very moral sort."
"An idealist then," Gardett's tone makes it clear what he thinks of idealists.
"Yes, well, maybe the next will be more to your liking- Oklan Maritop. Half elf girl. Orphan taken by the Academy of Dust. A duelist- up until dueling was banned after the Hall Scandal. She's a bit eager to get her blade clear, but she's damn good with a sword. Slip of a girl, gets underestimated often. No Harridin, but she's won more than she lost."
"To the blood or to the death?"
"To the blood, sir."
"Not really a duel then, is it?" Sniffs Gardett. Kerso rolls his eyes.
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"Fine, how about this one- Durlett Saradein. Expensive, former Sun Guard, discharged for dishonorable conduct on the field of battle, a bonafide adventurer that has delved in dungeons, and taken more heads than you've had meals. A look from him will send brave men running."
"Expensive?"
"Very," Kerso purses his lips, "But he will keep your young master safe, even if he decides to go on a vacation in Hell."
"He's an elf though," Gardett mumbles, trying to find some flaw in him aside from the expense, "He'll have bizarre habits."
"Yes, he's a noble elf, he has a code of a sort, but come on, you want the best you can hire," Kerso slaps the table, "There he is!"

"Right. Well, young master, if I had to choose, Cutter would be best," Gardett looks at the paper with distaste, "All the others come with too much baggage."

Kerso rolls his eyes, "My dearest friend."

>"Cutter? Distasteful name, but I'll take him."
>"Ms. Maritop shall do."
>"A former Sun Guard will send quite the message. Pay the man, Gardett."
>"None of these people are suitable. I'll just have to do without. Come, I won't keep the lady waiting any more."
>Other.
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>>27425964
>"A former Sun Guard will send quite the message. Pay the man, Gardett."
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>>27425964
>>"Ms. Maritop shall do."
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>>27425964
Cutter sounds good to me.
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>>27425964
Cutter.
weird name > bloodthirsty duelist > insane noble adventurer
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>>27425964
I kinda like the idea of hiring the ex-military guy simply because it begins to establish a reputation for ourselves that's individually visible apart from the company.
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>>27425964
Lets take cutter, Mr Saradein will make everyone think that we are a crook.
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>>27425964
>Maritop
cutter is too moral
and sun guard too much
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>>27425990
this
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>>27425964
Cutter the moralfag.

He won't betray you, and he'll probably bring a good reputation to the table with Ms. Kassarai.
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>>27425964
>"Ms. Maritop shall do."
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>>27425964

Cutter sounds clever, but his scruples detract from that, and he doesn't sound like he's worth much in a fight. Maritop sounds like the opposite; a fair fighter, but not especially clever.

Hmm. The ex-Sun Guard definitely sounds the best in every respect except one... he's going to be really freaking obvious. On the other hand, he's enough of a badass that we shouldn't have to worry about anything. So yeah:

>"A former Sun Guard will send quite the message. Pay the man, Gardett."
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>>27425964
The former Sun Guard, if only because we'll eventually be dealing with smugglers.
>>
Well, we're looking to "cut" a deal with someone.
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>>27425964
I like cutter due to his ability blend in and seems to be a stealthy lad. I would rather have someone that people can't automatically see.
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>>27426091
Seconding, we win no points on morals here in tree jerker territory, and we don't need to waste the best's time.
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>>27426141

hehehehehe
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>>27426137
>>27426125
>>27426076
So we're taking an excop to a meeting with a smuggler.
Great plan.
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>>27426145
This is a bodyguard, not a specialized stealth operative. We can always hire him for something else, but we're going into potentially hostile territory as it is. Why are you picking anything but the biggest sign that says 'fuck off, nothing to screw with here?'
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>>27426141
What about hiring two body guards? We could hire cutter for his stealth and the duelist for she fighting.
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>>27426161
We're taking an adventurer who knows his shit and was kicked out of the guards, yeah.

>>27426147
>waste the best's time
Why? We're setting someone up for repeat service.
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>>27426137
Did we work out what these criminals smuggled? Lumber, art, jewelry, money, weapons, drugs, people?
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>>27426161
I wanted cutter, I dont want the hippies to associate us with war crimes.

We are not meeting the fucking elf Mafia.
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>>27426180
Linked the wrong post
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>>27426180
The duelist sounds too bloodthirsty for me.
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>>27426180
Or we can come back and hire them as needed.

>>27426194
>war crimes
You realize we have no understanding of their code of military justice? This guy could've been kicked out of the guard for sparing someone's life or some shit.
>>
Counting time.

Cutter: 11111111
Maritop: 11111
Saradein: 11111

Cutter ahead, but it seems thinks are getting a little heated. So I'll give another two minutes of debate here.

>>27426180
You could hire multiple bodyguards, yes. Though, Mr. Gardett would probably be a little irritated at your spending.
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>>27426161
We're not actually meeting with smugglers, we're meeting with the bleeding heart liberal activist trying to preserve the traditional ways of life of a marginalized peoples.

One of those ways of life just happens to be smuggling.
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>>27426222
look cutters is ok but Maritop is ok and that's all we need
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>>27426191
I'm sure he has more lucrative and fulfilling things than watch some manchild meet for a charity case. Not to mention the girl's not outwardly threatening.
>>
You guys, you guys. We're already being given dirty looks and easily dismissed by people, and racial tensions are a known threat already - there is little point in trying to maintain a sterling image and hide from people or be flashy. All that's left is to leave the PR for when business gives us something to advertise publicly and hire a really serious bodyguard to turn back any assholes.

That leaves the duelist and the adventurer. The adventurer has the added benefit of a reputation. I'm picking the adventurer.
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>>27426266
We're gonna stop at meeting a charity case? Dude's talking to an adventurer's son from a company of adventurers, are we really gonna think of ourselves as a manchild because we haven't started the badass stuff yet?
>>
Cutter it is. Writing.
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>>27426214
>You realize we have no understanding of their code of military justice? This guy could've been kicked out of the guard for sparing someone's life or some shit.
>>27426238
>One of those ways of life just happens to be smuggling.
I don;t like the combination of exguard/nobleblooded/possibly insanely violent and extremely expensive bodyguard with hippy activist.

At BEST, it would be like inviting rush limbaugh to weed night.
>>
My preferences are definitely Saradein > Maritop > Cutter. He's clearly an operative, not a bodyguard, so he's not at all what we're looking for; not sure why people seem to think that he's appropriate for this job.
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>>27426238
>>27426266
You guys realize OP is foreshadowing some weird shit the chick we're meeting's gonna drag us into, right? I don't want to go out there undergunned in case we DO end up taking a trip, as mentioned in >>27425378
>>
Saradein. If only because >>27426307 would be hilarious.
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>>27426328

This. Cutter seems like the worst choice for anything of that sort.
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>>27426328
Trip as in traveling or trip as in drugs? 'Cause I have no idea what we're talking about anymore.
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>>27426365
See
>>27425378
>"I doubt she's a churchlady, Kerso, and even if she were, she hangs about the lowly and radical," Gardett sniffs, "You know the sort. And what if she were to bring up the possibility of going on some god awful trip? The boy would never turn it down."

If this happens, I'm sure glad we picked the weakling moralfag for a potential jungle skirmish instead of the hard-as-nails adventurer/veteran/dungeoneer who's willing to live by his own code in the face of a war crimes tribunal.
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>>27426297
Yes? This negotiation might've just satisfied us being on daddy's payroll, but it sounds like we've got quite a bit to do before anyone looks at us as not our fathers son. Hiring the best without need seems like we don't know what money is worth.
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>>27426396
we'll go and hire him if we need to, calm your tits
>>
We'll see how this plays out.
>>
Pinkerton, enjoy the paranoia!
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>>27426413
To whoever's managing our expense account, assuming we just stop at one meeting or some bullshit. However, we are also two things:

- An asset to the company that needs to be protected, and a risk to the partnership because our kidnapping might create leverage for those looking to extract ransom or certain behaviors from our father - or his partners. And we're in a hostile market full of the desperate right now, bro.

- A man looking to make his name. And that means we have more to do than a single meeting with some activist. We could hire these guys on long-term retainer.
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>>27426458
I'll concede that we will need adequate protection should we actually go to the hive of scum and villainy, but it pisses me off that we're not even looking at the price. We aren't even negotiating on the rate, meaning we don't care what it costs. Plus we're not in danger here in a metropolitan Elvish city, at least not from kidnapping.
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>>27426571
>Not negotiating on rate.
We negotiate on rates to the tune of forty-eight thousand paid on a hundred-twenty-five thousand gold value property, anon. Don't pinch pennies.

>Plus we're not in danger here in a metropolitan Elvish city, at least not from kidnapping.
With the city gate guards being this bribeable, I'll believe that when I know a lot more.
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>>27426631

This. When you have real money, you don't sweat the small stuff. 'Expensive' for a bodyguard is nowhere in the same league as 'expensive' for a land deal.
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>>27426680
Especially when 'expensive' might be a reference to our secretary bitching about how something that cost half a copper a decade ago now costs a silver.
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"I'll take Cutter. I thank you for the recommendations though- Saradein and Maritop both seem fine candidates, and I do not doubt that I'll take their services in the future, but for now, a low key sort seems better," You give a tight lipped grin, "I'd rather not make too many waves."

Kerso nods, "Of course sir, of course. You have a Corkins guarantee for your safety no matter which you choose."

"Thank you Kerso- I'd rather arrange payment for later, just in case the worst happens, hm?"

After a few minutes haggling with Gardett handling the details, you walk away secure in the knowledge a Corkins agent will be waiting outside of the Seer's. You'll know him by the persimmon at his wrist.

"Don't you think he'll be a little lightly equipped, Gardett?" You spare a glance up as you're leaving Kerso's office. The sky is starting to darken over you as you walk along.
"Who, Cutter?" Gardett snorts, "Of course he will be! But he also has a professional reputation. The point of a bodyguard is not to cause trouble, and to buy time for the target to escape. Fear not, Doctor Gallowglass sir," Gardett smiles up at you turning a hand to you, palm out- where you see the point of a dagger poking out from his sleeve, darkly gleaming in the dying, tree filtered light, "I'll keep you safe. The boy is there to screen us while we make a clean getaway."

You yet again find yourself wondering at Mr. Gardett's history with your father. You touch your bruised cheek, wince a bit.

"By the by, was there a reason that Mister Kerso decided to throw a fist at me?"
Gardett frowns, "Well, he's a drunken idiot for one. And second, it's about his daughter," Gardett shrugs, "Sentimental sop. That's what all these elves are like you know, can't let things stay in the past and die. Always have to dredge them up," Gardett shoots a glare up to you, "But don't breathe a word about it to either your father or Kerso, you hear? Let the dead rest in peace."
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"Right," Approaching the Seer's, one more walkway remains between it and you. It looks like a large, oblong building, hanging precipitously off of an ancient, giant elm. It's covered in lichen. Makes your skin crawl a bit. But right before that last walkway, you see a man in a rather old fashioned cloak and hood standing by the door, scratching at his chin. A sprig of persimmon at his wrist. Corkins' men were fast. Gardett steps past you, staring up at the cloaked man.

"Cutter?"
"That's me, sir," Cutter makes an elaborate bow, drawing back his dark green cloak- revealing a rather modern suit, with a slim dirk hidden in the vest, and a dangerous looking contraption tied to the side of the cloak, "And I assume you're the one that hired me?"
"No, the one making sure you're getting paid is the tall one," Gardett nods to you, "So, keep that clear, right?"
"Whatever you say," The hood turns your direction, "Should I keep close, or stay out of your way? You look like a busy businessman after all. Probably don't want my improper poor self messing up your deals."

You refrain from rolling your eyes at his attempt at looking cool. Still, he looks quite inconspicuous- and who knows, maybe elves would find him intimidating.

>"Stay as close as you can, without making it clear you're a bodyguard."
>"Keep your distance, keep an eye out for threats. Warn me if something's coming subtly."
>"I need to present an undivided front. Stay by my side."
>Other.
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>>27426915
"Stay as close as you can, without making it clear you're a bodyguard. Maybe even pull back the hood or lose the cloak if you can wear that suit like a businessman for a while, you could just be one of my aides until the trouble starts, eh?"
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>>27426915
Keep your distance, sirra, we hope we wont have need of you

I bet pinkerton is actually just going to have a nice chat with a fine lady, we discuss smuggling and profit margins
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>>27426915
>"Keep your distance, keep an eye out for threats. Warn me if something's coming subtly."
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>>27426915
>>"Stay as close as you can, without making it clear you're a bodyguard."
>>
According to Gardett, the whole point of a bodyguard is to dissuade trouble. No point in hiring someone if they hang back out of reach.

>"I need to present an undivided front. Stay by my side."
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>>27426915
>>"Keep your distance, keep an eye out for threats. Warn me if something's coming subtly."
>>
>>27426915
>Other

>I need you to pretend to be my escort.
>I am your es-
>The kind that stays with the client all night long.

If she's a hippy for even an elf, then she'll be a sucker for homosex.
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>>27426966
>>27427027
These, basically.
>>27427038
>>>/d/
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Rolled 1

Fair warning folks, I got muted for fifteen minutes earlier. I might be about to receive a ban, so things might cut out in a bit. But I'll try to keep up.

3 votes for staying close and secret, and keeping distance. Tie breaker 1d2. 1= close, 2=distant.

>>27427038
I guffawed.

>>27427084
Actually, wouldn't that be /y/? Or /lgbt/ nowadays I suppose.
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>>27427152
THESE HEATHEN BASTARDS SHALL NOT MUTE INDUSTRY!
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>>27427152
> muted for fifteen minutes
Did you forget the coaster or something? What for?
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>>27427152
I was serious...;_;
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>>27427225
Deal with it, anon.
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>>27427152
I think that the 1d2 is flawed; in the dozen or so times I've seen it used, it never has been two.

Maybe try the 1d100 next time?
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Rolled 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1 = 17

>>27427326
Let's test it
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>>27427326
The dice work fine, they just hate you.
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>>27427341
Seven twos to three ones. As if to say 'fuck you' .
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"Stay close- good choice of outfit actually. Think you could lose the cloak?" Cutter raises an eyebrow at that. Knife like features on him, now that you can get a look under the hood. Long nose, a puckered scar on the cheek. Actually, kind of ugly for an elf.

"This is valuable equipment, sir, I'm not going to just throw it away."
"You'll stick out like a sore thumb in it," Growls Gardett.
"In the Seer's? I think not. Especially with the spring hunts beginning."
"Yes, but you'd look like a businessman with out it."

Cutter frowns, "Fine, I see your point sir. I'll do what I can."

He takes off the cloak, throwing the sprig of persimmon over the side in the process. He folds the cloak, and ties it through an ingenious mechanism to a belt on his hip. The strange contraption is in the cloak as well. He adjusts his vest so that the knife is more hidden. Now that you get a look, it's a rather shabby looking suit- a second hand knock off ten years out of fashion, patched and reworked time and time again- but he can pass. Some strange tattoos in black stand out on his neck, partway completed. The greasy long hair, and the puncture scarred cheek notwithstanding, he'd look like a student in his sunday worst from Gire University.

Gardett looks him over, then nods to you, "He'll do."
"Very good. Thank you for your patience- this should be a quick and civil conversation, Cutter, without problems."
"We can hope," Cutter says with a shrug.

You lead on in to the Seer's. A long bearded druid, looking all the world like a moss ridden tree lingers at the side of the beaded entrance, looking you up and down. Human, you note. You wait for a moment, raising an eyebrow- you're not sure if he was meant to be a bouncer or not, but after a while, the druid jerks his head to the door, rustling like a forest in a wind storm. As good an invite as any.
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>>27427341
>>27427360
>>27427391
Well.

Shoot.

I guess that if I were to flip a coin, it would land on its rim.
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You step inside, and gag a moment. The heat and humidity of this room is near unbearable. It reminds you of a sweat lodge you had read about. The room, in typical elven style, is a vast ring, the floor striated, and set in tiers working to a central pit of softly burning coals where three women stand upon it, chanting something, to the great interest of a band of onlookers. No tables, no chairs- occasional knots and bumps in the wood serve this purpose, but most were sprawled about on pelts and cushions, exchanging words, passing pipes, and sharing tinctures. You don't see a bar of any kind- you realize the closest thing to order is the eventual slope to that central pile of coals. It seems an absurd and awful tumult to your eyes. The combination of scents, heat, and sounds conspire to make it very hard to try to spot Ms. Kassirai in the crowd.

"Told you we shouldn't have come here, sir," Gardett has to shout to make himself heard.
"What?" Cutter shouts, "This is a great place! Who are you looking for?"
"Ms. Kassirai," You say to Cutter. He nods, and grabs an errant, half sleeping man, nestled in blankets, and shouts something to him. To your surprise, the man lifts an arm out of the blankets to point to the back. You can't see much through the haze, but this seems to be all Cutter needs for guidance. He gestures for you to follow, and you do, swept up in his confidence. Mr. Gardett for his part doesn't seem nearly as pleased, but obediently keeps pace.

Sure enough, by Cutter stopping every once in a while to ask directions, you follow the way to the second chamber- still, no furniture, no order, but at least distant from the coals, this part of the lodge is open to the air, and you see Ms. Kassirai standing uncomfortably at a balcony, still in her modern clothes, among the more savage members of her species, discussing something while variously taking turns drinking deep from a bowl they pass around. Cutter stops at the sight of her.
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"That's her?" He whispers, awed, following your eyes.
"Yes," Oh good lord, please, not this. Not now. But sure enough, you see him staring at her, clearly love stricken.

"Remember what you're being paid for," Gardett accompanies a jab to Cutter's side with that, "Watch for trouble."

"Right, sir," Cutter mumbles, still not taking his eyes off of Kassirai, "Of course sir."

You step closer, and the crowd turn, to regard you, as Kassirai is in mid drink. Her eyes open wide and she sputters a bit in surprise.

"Mr- I mean, Dr. Gallowglass! Sir! I'm sorry," She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, "I wasn't sure you would come!"
"I'm sorry about the delay," You give your best approximation of an elven greeting bow, as you note Cutter going to the railing behind Kassirai to look out, an eye on the lady, "I had business to attend to."
"So," She says with a smile, passing her drink to the man to her left, and with a murmured apology, separating from the crowd to go to a private corner of the balcony, "The deal went through?"
"Yes. Yes it has- Ramarrow will have a factory soon within it. As I understand, ground breaking ceremonies shall begin within six weeks- barring anything strange."
"That is truly great news, Dr. Gallowglass- was there any mention of the Chortro in negotiations?"
"The tribesmen, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"No, not as of such- I felt it best to hold off any decisions until that was more properly discussed."

Not entirely a lie. Truth be told, the Treasurer never brought up the Chortro. You wonder why this elf cared so much for distant wild elves when her nation didn't think them worth mentioning. Kassirai nods, a little hesitantly.
"Well, yes, that's awfully generous of you Dr. Gallowglass- but where are my manners," She glances about, "This is hardly the proper forum for one such as yourself, no? Would you rather we talk some place else?"
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Why drag you here in the first place then? She's looking a little concerned about something, glancing out of the corners of her eyes, curled in slightly.

"Did you have any recommendations?"
"Oh, well, I should think...The dryad's grove- fine place, a great park, well lit, regularly patrolled," She mumbles, looking around again, "Not that there's any dryads around these days, but it makes a good museum!"

"Dryad park?" Gardett sidles in, uninvited, "Rather far, don't you think? Kind of isolated."
"The guard keep it safe," Ms. Kassirai sounds vexed by Gardett's insinuations. Gardett, despite his qualities, was not meant to be a diplomat. You see Cutter going out to mingle in the party more, never out of sight of you, but doing well at hiding. He's really quite good at this, doing his best to stay close without making it clear that he's a bodyguard.

"First, I apologize for my friend. Secondly-"

>"I'm afraid I don't know the area, but if you trust it, I would only be too glad to accompany you, madam."
>"Why not your place?"
>"If it's this much trouble, perhaps we should do this correspondence by letter then?"
>"I happen to know an elf, acquaintance of my father's, a mister Kerso- I'm sure he would be happy to play host, wouldn't you agree, Gardett?"
>Other.
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>>27427657
"Here's fine."
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I sure am glad we got someone other than the lightweight sneaky moralfag greenhorn to be our bodyguard. Those newbies do stupid shit like get lovestruck by random bitches, what an inconvienence that would be.
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>>27427679
What's wrong with here?
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>>27427679
I am fine here

so what sorta thing do you get here?
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>>27427679
"I happen to know an elf, acquaintance of my father's, a mister Kerso - I'm sure he would be happy to play host. Wouldn't you agree, Gardett?"

Fuck the bullshit, if we're going to go to different ground it can be something safer than some new random location we don't have the muscle to protect ourselves in.
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Let's stay here.
Moving somewhere isolated would out Cutter.
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>>27427679
>I happen to know an elf
Even with the major things you're already ignoring, this is getting real shady, real fast.

Don't drink anything, don't eat anything, don't sit anywhere you can be boxed in, don't sit too close to the crazy lady, and for your father's health, don't leave the tavern with only the loverboy elf as protection.
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>>27427679
"I'm sure my friend Mr. Kerso can find us a secure place to talk."
>She's looking a little concerned about something, glancing out of the corners of her eyes, curled in slightly.
Fuck. We need to control the meeting place. Maybe even buy a blade and a good pair of running shoes.
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>>27427679
Here is fine.
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>>27427781
>>27427765
>>27427741
these

we shoulda got all da bodyguards
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>>27427741

Yeah, definitely hook up with Kerso. This chick seems to be jerking us around with all these random locations, and it feels like a setup... if we're going to keep playing this game, let's play it on friendly territory.
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>>27427694
There is no way you saw this coming. Mr sneaky should have enough coin for poon, this is out of left field.
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Here's Fine: 5
Kerso's: 4

"Here's fine."

Writing.
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>>27427811
Cutter's compromised now thanks to MOE MOE EYES, it might be reasonable to see if we can't connect outside help. I've played enough CS to know where this is going.
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>>27427681
>>27427700
>>27427722
>>27427744
You fools!

She can control the area here, she knows we were supposed to come here!

Too late now, I suppose...
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>>27427809
Are you trolling? Why are namefags either useless trolls or awesome, and why can't you start being awesome?
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>>27427884
YOU fool!
She wants us to LEAVE!
Which means we must stay!
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Who ever figured that a shady meeting with an eco-terrorist in a suit would be so perilous?

Actually, I think we should keep in mind that she was wearing a suit. Possibly purely for our benefit, but also possible that she's some kind of s(elf)-hating rebel.
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>>27427900
We're working against enemy agents of an unknown composition, indigenous, with possibly public support. Safety was at the border. Alternatively, maybe this is why we got the land so cheap.
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>>27427840
You mean there's no way I saw problems with the lightweight? I sure am glad you know what I did or didn't see coming.
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>>27427933
or maybe this is why we should've got the better bodyguards
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"Here's fine."
She looks perturbed, glances past you, "Well, I'm sorry Dr. Gallowglass but I must-"
"Madame, with all due respect, and I truly mean all due respect, you were the one that invited me here," You glance around, try to see what she's seeing. Don't see anything.

"Well, yes, but..."
"But what? Out with it."
"...I'm sorry," She straightens up, focuses her eyes on you, "You'll laugh."
"Try me, I could use a good pick me up."
"A bad feeling."
You raise an eyebrow.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me," She mumbles.
"I am a bit disappointed at the joke."
"I get premonitions from time to time, Dr. Gallowglass, especially when I'm focused, and I just got the most dreadful feeling when I caught sight of you," She stops and waves her hand, "Not, not to say that I think you intend me ill, or anything like that! It's just. I got this intense feeling of worry."
"Not about me though?" She considers that. Chews her lip, before glancing back to you.
"I don't think so. It must be about the Chortro."

A clearly intoxicated Cutter trips out of the crowd, to much shock, spilling his drink at your shoes. These came from Tilsit, damn it! You stumble back with a curse, as the drunken elf clambers up.

"Sorry, sorry, so so so sorry," He slurs, leaning in heavily to you, and tripping again, putting you in an embarassing embrace, "Two men, one with moon guard tattoos, coming in from the front, heavy cloaks, might have weapons," he breathes in to your ear, before he tumbles back, as if you had shoved him back with full strength. He flops down on to the ground, as the shocked crowd titter. Well, he told you what you needed to know. Shame he had to make such a big scene of it. And staining your shoes.

"Well EXCUSE me!" He shouts from the floor, flopping up to unsteady feet- no, not drunk. Hiseyes are crystal clear, "I hate to INTERRUPT- how about you and her meet me out back, huh? Settle this with honor!"

>Accept the 'challenge.'
>Stick around. You have nothing to fear.
>Other.
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>>27427887
Normally I offer suggestions with my votes, but I just chose one of the default choices this time.
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>>27427975
Any slant ears right now is a possible Zulu. II personally won't feel safe until we've got company men with us.
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>>27428007
...We take our eyes off of Cutter for TEN SECONDS and he's suddenly rip-roaring drunk?

He's got something in mind.

Play along.

>Accept the 'challenge'
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>>27428007
>>27428034

Our bodyguard is explicitly throwing a scene to get us out of here. Play the fuck along.
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>>27428007
>accept
That's it, cause a scene, we're in a public spot.
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>>27428007
Seconding >>27428042
Play along.
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>>27428018
I agree 100% anon. I think we'll have to bring some human company enforcers up from the homeland if we mean to do much business here.
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>>27428007
Accept
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>>27428007
>>Accept the 'challenge.'
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ACCEPT!
The best part about this is that it's totally in character as far as anyone knows. This will be our second bar fight tonight, perfect excuse to gtfo.
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Challenge accepted. Simple enough. Writing.
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>>27428018
This I can 100% agree with.
>>27428063
They don't "have" to be human, but they do have to be from the company.
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>>27428018

take your edgy fantasy-racism back to /pol/, nobody thinks it's interesting anymore
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>>27428128
>This I can 100% agree with.

holy shit
anon was right about you, namefag
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>>27428128
>>27428018
>Mistaking customers for a hostile force, as if this was Nazis in Fantasyland quest
>September 2013
I shig.
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>>27428157
Man, I miss that quest. Where did the QM run off to?
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>>27428157

Perhaps it's a mistake, perhaps not. We don't know, though, and our bodyguard, a local who we're paying specifically for knowledge of the area, thinks it was reason enough to GTFO. So... we GTFO.
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>>27428192
This is not the knowledge bodyguard.
This is the subtlety bodyguard.
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>>27428191
He return for a session every month or so it seems.

Needless to say it's not a very fast passed quest.
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>>27428201
Man, these fucking players can't be bothered to remember shit like that, or plan ahead in case of exactly this. Which is why they passed up BOTH of the tougher bodyguards.
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>>27428130
>RACISM!
Shit nigger we are one scene away from being actively hunted by an enemy we don't even know in a poor country where we stand out like a bare a ss at the Vatican yelling ROB ME.
Get off your hate-boner and realize that everyone except our manservant is a potential kidnapper. We're noping across the border at first opportunity.
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>>27428225
Yeah, no, you're the stupid kind of paranoid. Most of these people are probably to starved, drugged, drunk, or stupid to manage that shit and nobody knows who we are except some chick we can handle and an old adventurer.

Being a kidnapping target means being high profile as well as rich, and we'd be in a lot more danger without two guards. But if you start yammering about slant-ears you get told to /pol/ because that's stupid racist bullshit, which you could've expressed your point without. So you get beaten to death by hate-boners from here on out.
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>>27428214
>>27428201

Arguably, all the bodyguards have two attributes; Cutter is Knowledge/Subtle, Maritop was Subtle/Badass and Saradein was Badass/Knowledge. As an agent-type, Cutter can't help but having knowledge and sneakiness... his weakness is that that's ALL he has; he lacks in overall experience and competence, which is WHY he was the cheap option.
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>>27428225
if you don't raciss, no need to get up in people's grill
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>>27428314
Arguably, you could stop pretending OP isn't the final arbiter of all mechanics.
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You sincerely wished that Cutter had come up with a plan that didn't make absolutely everyone pay attention to you. But you can recognize the classic out given.

"If this'll be the only thing to give you satisfaction-"
"It is!" He shouts, smile on his face.
"Then I accept. Lead the way, varlet. Gardett, you're my second."
"Dr. Gallowglass!" Ms. Kassirai shouts, "You, you needn't do this, there's absolutely no reason-"
"And you!" Cutter shouts, pointing at Kassirai, "You referee. See how a real elf fights!"
"What?" Gardett gets the drift, rolling his eyes. He grabs Ms. Kassirai's elbow, "C'mon dear, we need to get out of here," You grab the other, hustling her after Cutter, drunkenly making a path in front of you.

You glance towards the other room, and sure enough, through the door way, you can see them coming. Tall, burly looking elves- one wearing a steel silk veil, the other, bare headed, bald, ears covered in rings, and a large circular tattoo across his face. The pair of them glance over the crowd. You look away, not wishing to meet their eyes.

"Right through here, mister high n' mighty!" Cutter shouts, pushing aside a beaded veil to a door out. Good work Cutter, just keep shouting. You duck your head down, and push on through to the night air. Such a relief after all the strange smells, and that awful heat.

"Dr. Gallowglass, I must protest!" Ms. Kassirai shouts, as she pulls herself from your grip. One moment, she's saying she doesn't want to stay in the Seer's, the next she's trying to hurry out. She steps across the walkway, expertly grabbing a vine to prevent her fall from the edge. You do your best not to imagine falling all those stories to the forest floor. Cutter follows out, a concerned look on his face.

"They're after us."
"Of course, with you yelling the whole while," Gardett is flush against the side of the arch way, "What were you thinking?"
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Cutter raises three fingers, "The Moon Guard operate in units of three, sir. I saw two," He lowers two fingers, leaving the pointer finger raised, "Didn't see the third. The third might have already been lining up for a shot on our boss-"
"Who cares, are we leaving or not?" You can't help but be a bit short. You can worry about the operational procedures of your hit men later. Ms. Kassirai's expression turns from indignant shock to fear in a moment.

"Did you say the moon guard?"
"Don't worry," Cutter pulls aside his vest with a wink, displaying the hilt of his blade, "You're protected by the best."
"I say we wait for them," Gardett's wrist does a funny little jerk, and a shining knife appears in the moon light, "Moon guard or, not much they can do when they been ham stringed."
"No, no, no," Cutter says shaking his head, "We walk the streets, look casual, they won't dare grab us off the walkways."
"I don't care. I have to go warn Chief Aradanel."

You glance after Ms. Kassirai, seeing her hike up her skirt, and walking away at great speed. Cutter looks hurt. Gardett rolls his eyes.
"Real help she was, sir."
"Shouldn't we go after her?"
"Shush Cutter, you're paid to protect us, not some ditzy tramp. Get that knife out, see if you can live up to your name."

"Or they might have been after her," You realize it perhaps a bit too late. She was the nervous one after all. What if you were followed?

"If that's so, that'll make things easier for us, no?" Mr. Gardett says lowering his knife, "Though, begging your pardon, there's no guarantee. And we have this awful convenient drop right there, sir. Doubt anybody's going to find the bodies, with all the hungry critters down there."

Mr. Gardett again impresses. Cutter's still staring after Ms. Kassirai.

>Follow after Ms. Kassirai at full speed.
>Walk away casually.
>Stay here, ambush moon guard.
>Other.
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>>27428360
"I'm not leaving empty-handed, damn all! We'll go with her."

Follow after her, she's our fucking source of intel.
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>>27428404
This. Better than ambushing city officials or some fucking paramilitary we know nothing about. If we leave, we've wasted half the thread on nothing. Leaves us few options.
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>>27428360

Kassirai's problems are in no way our problems; we're not really invested in her yet. Let's head back to Kerso's, and plan our next move from there.
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Follow her
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>>27428360
>>Walk away casually.
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>>27428360
follow Mrs. Kassirai, being her with us. We have people we can trust.
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>>27428360
>Follow after Ms. Kassirai at full speed.
>>27428424
Wet blanket bullshit noted.
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>>27428360
>Walk away casually.

No reason to stick around if they are after us or not
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>>27428464
worst namefag ever
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Following. Writing last post for the night- I gotta go to sleep.

Man, why'd I say 'short session' that never happens.
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We came to talk business.
WE TALK BUSINESS!

follow her, discuss things while on the run.
No time like the present!
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>>27428360
Follow Ms.Kassirai

Don't want her to think up another plan.

It'll keep the kid happy, too.
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"Mister Gardett!" You shout, causing your secretary to jump.
"Y-Yes sir?"
"Do we, or do we NOT represent Gallowglass, Harridan, and Orikar Industries?"
"We do sir?" Gardett sounds a bit confused.
"Then why are you talking like a common back alley rogue? Mister Gardett, I know not what you were previously employed as, but right now you are on company time! Put away that dagger, I won't see the good name of GHO sullied by your criminal inclinations. Mister Cutter?"
"Cutter's my first-"
"Mister Cutter, you will explain, in well chosen words who exactly these 'moon guard' are, as we follow Miss Kassirai. I do not intend for our operations in Ramarrow to be blindsided by indigenous matters, and our greatest expert on these tribesmen is running away! Keep up, damn it!" You do your best impression of your father, shouting over your shoulder while striding after the fleeing elven maiden. Your companions, a bit confused, follow after you. You resist the urge to run, running would be improper- you wish elves had carriages, but after some points from Mr. Cutter, you rapidly discern where Ms. Kassirai is heading. To a stock of common houses- probably where she has her indigents stowed away.

"Are we being followed, Mr. Cutter?" You hiss.
"Yes sir- just see one of them though."
"Hm. And who are these moon guard then?"
"Well. It's a long story-"
"I dislike long stories, I like short facts. Do they have official backing of the state?"
"Not precisely-"
"They're not the law then?"
"No. They're actually members of the old regime's guard."
"Say what?"
"Any time a new prince ascends the throne, he assembles his own guard- the ROYAL Guard is reserved for the immortal King, y'see- but the princes gotta have their own guards. So, when a prince dies, or like last time, loses his divine mandate, there's a unit of trained killers put out of work. They receive a salary and a title-"
"So why are they following us?"
"Well," Cutter thinks, "The last bunch hate humans."

Just what you need.

>tbc
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>>27428631
Nicely done, OP.

You do seriously need to figure out how to speed up response time to under 20 minutes between posts, lest your disagreeing players bicker endlessly. That's exactly what happened to VoidQuest.

Pretty tolerable overall, though.
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>>27428667

Agreed. This is an awesome quest, but pacing is a big deal.
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>>27428683
>>27428667
I agree, I am shitty at writing fast.

Thank you for reading. I gotta learn to write faster.
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>>27428631

Oh boy, I can't wait for the interracial loving.

See ya next time Pinkerton.
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>>27428698
No, you gotta learn when to stop writing.

There's too much character-establishing stylistic shit that isn't novel, which you must cut down on. Anything that tells us something about a character which we already know can be cut down to 'He tells you that the moon guard are...etc.'

Anything that doesn't advance the scene, chuck it the fuck out. Put it in after decisions. Post less per update, make the decisions less monolithic, start responding after only five or ten minutes and by no means after fifteen, don't be afraid to limit vote times and to post with a running tally of votes with links to posts to allow people to clarify positions quickly.

You're not gonna respond faster if your responses are redundant, started late for no reason, or contain material superfluous to advancing the scene.
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>>27428740
Yeah. I don't know why, but this quest just makes me write too much. I really have been chewing the scenery too much. I'll try to make things quicker next thread.

Also, I need to sleep. God damn.
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>>27428740
We finally have a QM that writes *properly* and you want him to *stop* doing that and write like all the other crap?

Screw you, buddy.

>>27428817
Don't change your writing. Your updates are frequent enough and of the highest quality I've read so far.

Do only as feels natural to you.
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>>27429716
Get on the ques/tg/enerals IRC and explain yourself to Ash_Mantle, pronto.
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>>27429716
>"Well," Cutter thinks, "The last bunch hate humans."
Well, we proceed to get the fuck out of here. We're a represantative for a huge conglomerate, not some discount adventurer. We should head back and report the success of our venture, not risk getting ourselves killed in a back alley by human-haters simply because we want to play a wannabe hero.

Our dad got out of the adventuring business for a reason, our skill lies within business and metallurgy, not with combat.

If we wanted to do the hero option, we should've hired the tough-ass-nail bodyguard, not the one that's main benifits are cheap and stealthy.
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>>27429835
Ash Mantle has awful taste and whines too much.


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