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Ugh, let's focus on finding someone to work for us. Also I don't object to the name.

>>36945502
Sorry about that! Hope you didn't lose much typing

>>36945538
No, nothing much. I had the thread on tab for like 15 minutes I think but didn't have the time to post yet.

>>36945453
>>Focus on finding someone to work for you
Gonna need some bodies if we're to find work

>>36945453
>Focus on finding some work for yourself

We're going to need a bit more money before anything else.

>>36945453
>Focus on finding someone to work for you

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>Focus on finding someone to work for you
With only 50 crowns left you're not sure what kind of help you're going to get but figure any is better than none.

You secure your money to your side and proceed out your door, locking it behind you for what it's worth. As you walk towards the nearest street the sun is barely rising over the distant water-filled horizon.

The streets are sparse of people but awash with light. A few families make there way opposite you and you fall in step with a pair of men to your front. Having never tried hiring people you have no idea what you're doing and find yourself quickly lost in thought.

You turn on to the main road and begin your trek to the docks, figuring that should be the busiest place once the day goes on. While you walk the streets become busier and busier with work and pedestrian traffic. Men haul heavy crates and roll barrels along the cobblestone.

You spot a man lying against a group of crates in a corner of the street untouched by the sun. He has a bottle in his hand, and what you can see from the shadow he looks fairly well built.

>Approach the passed out man
>Talk to a nearby worker
>Keep walking

>>36945999
>>Approach the passed out man

>>36945999
Talk to a nearby worker. Get an opinion on him from his peers.

>>36945999
> Approach the passed out man.

"Get up, you lazy lout!" You deliver a sharp kick to his ribs to emphasize your point. "You're working for me now, see? Two crowns a day, more when you work, as well as a bed and three squares. I gear you up, you fight with me. Deal?" You offer him a hand up.

>>36945999

>Talk to a nearby worker

>>36946145
Roll 1d100 please

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>36946190
>>36946145

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>36946190

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>36946190

>>36946279
>>36946266
Why'd you faggots roll?

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>36946190

>>36946305
Oh, didn't see you kicked the guy and acted like an ass.

Thought we were rolling for talking to him.

That vote shouldn't count.

>>36946335
we gotta act rough to get rough folk

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You approach a nearby man that had just set down a crate and give him a "good morning". He turns around dreary-eyed and gives you a quick look up and down. "You're new here." he says bluntly, crossing his arms and staring at you. "What can I do for you?"

You look over at the man in the shadows and gesture, "Do you know him? I'm... well I've never had to do this before but I'm looking for people to work for me and I have no idea what I'm doing." you almost stutter out

He chuckles, stepping briefly out of the way of a large trollkin with a keg over his shoulder and a net of small boxes in his free arm. "That guy over there looks promising." a shout from the back jumps the man you were talking to back in to the line of workers.

>How do you want to approach the man

>>36946364
Pays to be tough when you've got people backing you up, not walking around alone.

For all we know he's buddies with the dock workers or something.

>>36946384
>>How do you want to approach the man

Anything that doesn't involve making a scene.

>>36946384
Kick him in the leg to wake him up. Offer him a business opportunity that involves something other than sleeping
>Unless he thinks he's not capable with fighting

>>36946384
>>36946515
This. Be calm, polite, confident. No need to be an asshole.

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You decide not to make a scene as you attempt your first hiring. Being new to the city you have no idea what the streets are like, aiming for caution.

People pass by as you make your way to the man, stepping past a lightly dressed ogrun carrying a crate towards the docks and stepping to share the same shade as the man.

You let your eyes adjust before approaching him, giving him a light kick to his shoe and slowly stepping back. With your sight adjusted you can see he looks like a man meant to be a brawler. He grunts and blinks his eyes, dropping the bottle as he stands. Taller than you, the man looks down at you, a short head of hair accompanied with a rough mustache. "What'd'y'want" he groans out, lifting his arms and moving them to his sides to stretch.

"I'm a new company in the area looking for someone like you to work for me. Mercenary work around the city, who knows where else doing who knows what. If you agree I have quarters available and would appreciate any insight you could offer to this place."

He looks shocked. "I didn't figure you for much of a fighter, but I just happened to lose my job so what the hell. Bennet is the name, Ben if you're my boss. So what's the pay like?"

"You get paid when I get paid, when that will be I don't know but you'll have to have faith." You say walking back in to the sunlight, streets continuing to fill.

>What do?

>>36946868
>You have +1 Brawler!
Well, time to find giant rats in someone's basement. That's usually how it goes.

>>36946868
Assuming he agrees to the terms, go to the market. See if you can buy a basic weapon for your boy and talk to merchants and see if they require any debt collection down someone's throat. Doesn't require too much.

>>36946940
We'll discuss tax forms in #10, spice things up

>>36946969
This

>>36946969
Sounds good.

I'm assuming we need to get some gear for ourself as well right?

>>36947020
Eventually, but I don't think we have enough money for it. Maybe not even enough for our boy. For now we're the short guy talking tough and he's the big muscle behind us making it convincing.

>b-bbut I went to the academy ;-;

>>36947042
I mean... a good club, mace, sword... something like that.

I imagine Bigg will have something to comment on next time we see him...

>>36947042
Wasn't even him too, it was his brother.

>b-bbut I had an instructor ;-;

>>36947090
>>36947042
How much self esteem does a guy have when even the voices in his head make fun of him?

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You come to an agreement with the man and he follows as you make your way towards the market. Walking side by side the people step out of your way when they notice you. Maybe you look like someone important from out of town, maybe it's this man half a head taller than you walking alongside.

You come to the market and see the stalls bustling with activity. Looking up at the sun it seems like it's almost 10 in the morning, tall chimneys bursting with fresh smog and steam and whistles echo through the cobblestone foundations of the buildings. The whole city seemed to have come alive while you were in your travels.

The market itself is a large bazaar, a maze of stalls in the center with the surrounding buildings containing a mixture of open air smiths and closed door shops.

>Look around for leads (1d100)
>Look for some armor
>Look for some weapons
>Look for general goods

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>36947301
>Look around for leads (1d100)
>Look for some weapons

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>36947301
Find leads!

>>36947332
This.
Leads and a weapon for our boi

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>36947301
>Look around for leads (1d100)
I dunno if we can do both but...
>Look for some weapons

>>36947332
welp

thiiiiiiisss

>>36947332
>94
Well then. I guess we're just gonna walk around a corner and bump into a guy who just so conveniently needs some mercenaries..

>>36947398
Or witness an argument of sorts we can profit of.

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>Look around for leads (94)
>Look around for weapons

You're walking around the outside of the bazaar, watching the crowd as some hustle past while others troll leisurely, taking time to pick up and examine each find. A group of people stand in the shade of a nearby building talking and laughing, glancing your way as Ben and you pass by. Ben keeps his gaze forward, making smalltalk as you approach the corner of the bazaar and the clanking sounds of a smithy.

Passing in to the shade of his straw cover you see a large open area set in to the corner of the market square. A furnace, anvil, and smith sit off to the right, hammer clanking repeatedly. Focusing on his craft you fail to notice the young man appear from a room to the left.

"Mornin!" He yells over the sounds of the hammers and crowds as he places himself behind a large counter. Clubs and cudgels dot the floor standing against the wall, behind the counter is a variety of swords, axes, and flails. A single pistol and rifle lie behind the display glass of the counter, resting on bolts of cloth.

>List of available items

>>36947673
Axe Hacks

>>36947673
Can we ask Ben what he specializes or is more comfortable with?

>>36947673
I'd go with the axe.
What about our big friend?
I'd give him a mace.

>>36947713
This. Ask what Ben prefers

>>36947673
"Can I get a look at that rifle?"

>>36947713
this

tho i'ma think knuckleduster/mace. Hopefully mace. Maybe both? Couldn't hurt to have a spare.

Axe I suppose.

>>36947673
Pistol if we can afford it, otherwise a sword for us.
What Ben prefers.

>>36947673
Changing>>36947716
If we can get a pistol or rifle, I'd rather take that. Ask Ben what he wants

>>36947768
here

if we can afford a pistol I'd go with that. I figured it was too expensive for our blood.

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>>36947736
You kneel in front of the glass pane, eyes caught on the rifle on the cloth. Back on the vineyard your father had little interest in firearms but he kept an old blunderbuss around for special occasions. The apprentice anticipates your question and leans down to grab the cloth and place it on the top of the table.

"An old military rifle we picked up from an auction. Cleaned up and ready to go. Fourty crowns, we have 10 rounds for it for an additional 5 crowns. Twenty-two crowns for the pistol and 10 rounds." The clanking of the hammer continues unceasing, shouts from outside rising and fading as crowds pass by the straw awning.

While you're distracted at the counter, Ben goes to the shelf and picks up a club and banded club in each hand, weighing them and hefting them around before dropping the ironclad stick in favor of a quicker one. He approaches you at the counter and produces the club. Setting it on the counter he walks away to browse while you finish.

>You have 50 crowns, Ben wants the club and knuckles but can swing his arms with most things in it

>>36947988
Pistol + club and knuckles

No mace? Silly guy. At least get him the banded one I guess.

>>36947988
Pistol is more on our budget. We also need to start saving for wages and for a rainy day.

>>36947988
>40
Yeah let's not get the rifle.
>Club
>Knuckle Dusters
>Pistol

Nice even 30 gold in total.

>>36947988
> Buy Ben the club.

Let's get ourselves... a sword, for right now. Something sturdy; reliable.

>>36948054
Pretty sure he went for the normal club because it was "quicker" not because it was cheaper.

>>36948073
>>36948059
How about we actually get something we don't need to continually purchase ammunition for? We can get guns later, when we actually have cash and don't need to buy armor and food.

>>36948129
Well I suppose that's logical. Just reactionary about the pistol. We need a melee weapon anyway. Going with sword. Axe seems a bit excessive.

>>36948171
I changed from >>36948059
to >>36948171 just so there's no double counting.

>>36948129
well, for one, once we shoot someone we can just pick up their weapon and use it.

win/win.

>>36948194
All I'm trying to say is that our funds are being stretched a little thin at the moment. No need to live beyond our means, especially when we can always get better at fighting.

>>36948198
To add

They don't have a weapon? Ben cracks skulls. Also, ammo is only 5 gold for 10 shots.

>>36948198
Actually, yeah. Can't believe I didn't realize we could just loot dead bodies.

>>36948194
Keeping my original vote from:
>>36948073

>>36947988
Pistol + club and knuckles
the others have put up a good point that we can just loot weapons.

>>36948243
>>36948198
We have fifty gold. We still need to buy armor and food for a while. We have no idea what the pay off for our first job will be. Let's not stretch ourselves too thin, here.

>>36948378
Armor can wait, we should have plenty enough to get by on til we get some pay. (94)

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You ask for the knuckles and pistol, quipping about being back for the rifle before long. Taking out your coin purse, you count out 30 crowns as the club disappears from your sight in to Ben's hands with the knuckledusters.

As you're walking out with your new purchases you notice the smith has taken a pause in his work. Sitting on a bench in the corner beside the anvil, he takes drinks from a large wooden mug, setting it on a nearby surface before standing up.

He walks towards you, taking off his glove and extending a hand out to you. "You are Levi, yes?" Shaking his hand you tilt your head slightly and try not to look confused. "I am a friend of Harvey, he said you might be showing up around here. You are looking for work, yea?"

Surprised by your luck you break in to a smile. "Yes, actually. Know where I can find some?" He shouts at the boy and he runs off to the back, returning a few moments later heaving one side of a large crate as he drags it along the cobblestone.

"This crate needs to go to the last dock on the Kraken side of the harbor. Take the wagon outside if you need it but bring it back. There will be a ship there until tonight. Used to sail on it myself before settling down here." You didn't realize how muscular he was until the man heaves the crate to Ben. Unflinching he grabs the handles and holds the cargo steady. "Anyways, they'll give you a sack of something that I trust you won't disturb and when you get back we'll do some calculating."

You thank him for the opportunity and take the newly purchased weapons while Ben walks untroubled with the crate towards the entrance.

>Use the cart
>Don't use the cart
and
>Take the crate to the docks
>Find a nearby alley to take the crate to
>Take the crate somewhere else

>>36948466
Use the cart

to the docks

>>36948466
>Don't use the cart
Ben doesn't seem to have much of a problem and I feel like there's gonna be an encounter and the cart's just gonna get in the way.
>Take the crate to the docks
Gotta get a good trustworthy reputation.

>>36948466
>>Use the cart
>Take the crate to the docks

>captcha: carrying
I think not captcha, I think not.

>>36948521
>>Don't use the cart

Man with a cart looks official, we might not be carrying around official things.

>>36948466
>Use the cart
>Take the crate to the docks

>>36948521
Don't give Ben the cart and his arms would be too tired to try shit. Also, what, he'd just drop the crate? Use the cart, it's free.

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The sun has grown higher over the bazaar when you and Ben exit. The cart lies under the awning, handles facing outward and ready to be pulled. Ben sets the crate on the wagon and walks around to grab the grips, leading you on the way out and in to the square.

As you cross the threshold of the awning and enter into the sunbeams again you're filled with a new sense of pride and purpose. Your first job, and there's no chance you can mess this up, not with big Ben here, you think as you find your stride behind the cart.

The crate is about 3 feet long you estimate, a foot wide and even less tall. Even the crates craftsmanship is admirable as you glance at it between sweep of the crowd. You're heading straight to the docks, you told Ben as you make your way down the main road. You grab the ammunition pouch you purchased and finger its contents, trying to fill the time spent walking.

You reach the intersection of the shoreline and the main road, a steam jack on the dock ahead of you loading large crates on to wooden platforms hoisted by rope and crane. Turning towards your destination it's not long before you arrive at the dock.

A man quickly runs down the gangplank smiling, tossing a sack in to your hands as Ben stops to let him take the crate. It's not long before he's gone with the crate. You look at the sack and see it's just a simple drawstring.

>Walk back to the market
>Head to the Kraken
>Open the sack
>Step on the ship

>>36948969

>Open the sack

>>36948969
Return the cart, then maybe we can rest at the inn

>>36948969
>>Walk back to the market

Best get credible

>>36948969
>Walk back to the market
Credibility Ho!

>>36948969
Back to the market. Don't you dare open that sack.

>>36948969
Return the sack.

>>36948969
>Walk back to the market

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You fondle the sack and it seems to be filled with a decent amount of crowns and a large egg-like bulge that rolls around with them. Walking back up the dock, wooden wheels clomping along the street you now walk alongside Ben. Tying the sack on your belt you dodge a labor jack and turn the corner back up the main road.

Your perspective at the base of the Wyrmwall mountains shows the highest peaks preparing to impale the sun. The main road bustles, your cart giving you leeway in the crowds. Taking a turn towards the market the buildings begin to overshadow the roads. You can see the market in the distance and continue your trek, a majority of the path void light.

>Streetwise roll (1d100)

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>36949264
going

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>36949264

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>36949264
here we go

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Short of standing right behind them you couldn't be more prepared for the trap that's been laid. As you gaze down the pathway, observing the crowd you notice two men turn in to alleys opposite each other, and shortly after you spot a third ducking in to a doorway a few yards down.

You continue walking normally, standing beside Ben and informing him of the situation without looking so. Using the people behind you as cover you reach for your pistol which you had taken the joy of loading it at some time during the trek. You tuck it in to your waistband and cover it with your shirt, holding your hand close as you walk.

You figure you may be safe if you keep with the crowd and begin to doubt if it's even some ambush, copping it to an overactive imagination given the excitement of a first job. Ben has his club secured to his belt but you notice the knuckledusters contrasting the wood of the cart.

The alley is coming up, you figure you're within range of a shot from your pistol at this point but it's been awhile since you've practiced with one.

>99 streetwise
>You get to plan for your ambush
How would you like to approach this

>>36949566
have ben shove the cart into the door way, take one thug each.

Only kill them if we have to. They might need some work, y'know.

>>36949566
Let Ben go around first. If there's any sounds of a struggle, pop out and bust a few caps.

>>36949661
>>36949566
Divide and Conquer, I like it.

We should team up with Ben and 2v1 a guy to eliminate him as fast as possible.

>>36949661
>>36949797
I support these actions

>>36949797
I reckon ben can slap one guys shit pretty easy, or at least intimidate him to stand down.

A pistol pointed in the other guys face will likely stop him in his tracks. If not, well, that's that.

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>>36949879
>A pistol pointed in the other guys face will likely stop him in his tracks. If not, well, that's that.

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You whisper the plan to Ben as you continue your walk. Glancing at the crowd ahead you try and get a peek at anybody that may be in the alleys or doorway. A slight outline breaks the light behind one of the barrels that confirms your suspicions.

Walking until the doorway was clear of people, Ben grunts as he runs the cart full speed in to the door frame, a loud groan coming from within as the edge of the cart hits the man in the head who had crouched out of sight.

Ben pushes past the cart as you climb over it, tripping you as you climb over it. He continues on to the alley on the left leaving you to regain your footing. Time slows for you as you run to catch up, the two men from the alley appearing in response to hearing their friends cries.

Ben blocks your view of the man on the left as he surprisingly leaps over the crates, throwing the man off guard and knocking him to the ground out of sight. Your focus now on the man on the right, you watch him raise a sword and point it toward you.

It's not long as you make your advance that the man sees the firearm, dropping his sword as Ben appears from behind the crates with the other assailant in a headlock. Foot traffic, which you now notice had seemed to disappear, pours back on to the streets from the sideways as if on cue but steers clear of you as they walk past.

Ben leaves the two men you with as he retrieves the cart. The man in the frame out cold, he leaves him to rest while he pushes the cart back up the road to you. You notice the wood has splintered slightly where it hit the building.

>Run ahead to the market and back to the crowds
>Bring them to the alley for questioning
>Loot them and carry on
>other

>>36950273
>Bring them to the alley for questioning

>>36950273
>>Bring them to the alley for questioning
Lets have a lil chat.

>Looking for work gentlemen?

>>36950325
This.

>>36950340
I don't think it's wise to trust those rats to work for us. A clean slate with no grudges is a better worker.

>>36950273
May not be safe to stick around and the blacksmith may have and idea about these thugs.

Tie them up, knock them out, loot, into the cart and take them back to the smithy.

>>36950364
Press gangs are a thing man. It's been painfully established where they stand on the totem pole.

>>36950416
I'm not saying it wasn't done, just that I'm not keen on it. A man with a grudge and one that would easily betray his employer after a shakedown. I'd rather recruit a clean slate.

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The men offer little resistance as you hold them at gunpoint in the alley, glancing between the men being shaken down by Ben and the doorframe that held the unconscious third attacker. The rustling of a few coins confirms a little profit for your trouble.

Once Ben finishes tying down the two men you look around for the sword you saw one of them drop. Money being tight you lean down and grab it, walking over to the man lying on the floor and pulling the scabbard from him. Securing it to your own belt and hearing the satisfying familiar sound of the sword.

You've never interrogated anybody before but you look down at the two men sat on the floor staring at the wall and think of what to ask.

>Question + Interrogate (1d100)

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>36950551
>Who do you work for? How did you know about me and the shipment? How did you know to ambush me?

>>36950551
>Who do you work for?

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>36950601
bleh

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>36950551
>>36950579
This.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>36950551
>>36950579
>>36950601
Adding a roll for these.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>36950551
>>36950579
>>36950618
>>36950655
>>36950647
We're pretty mediocre interrogators huh?

>>36950670
I'll have you know we have a brother at the academy

This Interrogation failed. Toss them in the cart. Lets go back.

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You bark out the first questions that come to your head, the two men ignoring you and staring at the wall until Ben puts a knuckleduster across the chin of one. The darkness of the alley does a good job of masking it but the slight smell and faint glisten of blood is present on the front of his clothing.

You kick at the other man and ask him who they work for. He grunts, looking straight ahead while claiming nobody. "We saw you leaving the smithy and've been following you." "There was supposed to be a another man comin up behind but it seems he didn't have the grits." Laughing he lowers his head. "That's a big fucker you have there."

From the corner of your eye Ben delivers a kick to the head of the man who had finished talking. You move over to the other man who has a gash across his cheek delivering a steady stream of glistening crimson. "How did you know about me and the shipment?" "Shipments come and go all the time but we heard you had a particularly good score on you in that sack of yours. Did'ya open it yet? What's in it?"

You stand up and deliver a final kick to this other man. Turning to Ben you mention the possibility of a fourth man and decide it's time to get back to the smith.

>Open the bag
>Head directly to the smith
>Steal the sack
>Walk the market returning

>>36950788

>Head directly to the smith

>>36950788
Head to the smith with the cart. State what happened and demand a fair compensation for the extra trouble.

>>36950788
>>Head directly to the smith
Might be others headed there.

What all'd we lift from the thugs?

>>36950825
>State what happened and demand a fair compensation for the extra trouble.
Eh, we banged up his cart a little.

Plus, I'd say it was assumed this is precisely why we'd be getting paid to move the cargo.

>>36950844
No reason not to haggle. This was a leak on his end over the fuss in that bag we never opened. Dealing with 3 punks raising weapons at us deserves something extra.

>>36950788
After we let the smith know what happened, ask if we can get some discounted armor. Use the cash we made from the commission to pay for it.

>>36950874
Eh. Sure.

>>36950827
Three crowns and a sword. Ben found a dagger.

You quickly leave the alley, double checking the ropes and walking behind Ben as the cart rolls along the cobblestone walkway. The sun overwhelms you as you reenter the bright rays and join the bustling crowds at the market. Darting your head back and forth almost comically you make your way to the smithy.

Parking the cart outside you tell Ben to stand watch while you went to deliver the sack. He agrees, using his mass to block the entirety of the walkway and bouncing his club on his hand. The furnace roars as strong as ever and you watch as the smith hammers away at a glowing red piece of metal.

You walk over to the counter and wait, wondering where the young apprentice may be or what time it even is. Soon enough the man stops his work and walks around the counter to face you. Extending your hand he meets you in a shake as your other hand sets the bag on the counter.

Instantly a smile forms on his face, undoing the leather strap he opens it and you see him disable a small wire before spreading the sack open. Reaching his hand inside he pulls out the large egg-shaped container and hands the sack back to you.

Shocked, you shake the sack and try to figure how many coins are there. Probably close to a hundred you figure, tying the sack to your belt. "So what is that? What's worth 100 crowns on delivery alone? I haven't even told you about the men we fought on the way."

"Probably saw you moving that crate through town. Big target that paints on you in a city like this. Doesn't help that I'm the best smith in the town of course" He says with a wink as he opens the container.

A small, brass orb comes in to view the size of a grape. Beneath it is a flat section of brass not much smaller than the orb. The man wipes his hands furiously on a towel hidden behind the counter and picks the sphere up gently, turning it in his hands. Glasswork comes in to view as he turns it over in his hands

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The glass looks familiar but you can't quite figure it out. At least not until he lifted the sphere up to his right eye and smiled at the match. Looking past the thing in his hand you realize one of his eyes hasn't been moving throughout their conversations. "It's about damn time!" He yells. "Keep the change and keep in touch, I need to close now. I hope you understand!"

You're ushered out and begin to walk away as you start telling Ben what just happened. You both decide it would be best to head back to the plot and stay until morning.

Encountering no more trouble you make it back to your land and trudge in to the cobblestone and wood house. Once inside you empty the bags contents on to the table. Dozens of crowns pour out along with an envelope addressed to an Arland Cosgrave with a wax stamp. You set the envelope to the side and count out the coins.

94, a weird number but certainly not a bad haul for your first day.

>This kills the quest
+Ben
+97 crowns
+sword
+dagger

Thank you everyone for joining me but this will be the end of thread 2! If I will be here for a little longer for any wrap up questions and would love to here any feedback you have!

I'm on twitter at @MercQuest

>>36951066
>>36951169
Good shit.

Been a good run today. Same time tomorrow?

Can we get a rough cost on upgrades to the plot we'll be able to pursue in the future?

>>36951169
Thanks for the thread. Nice read and very vivid.
How much wage can the average grunt like Ben expect? I'm trying to grasp if it's around the 2 coins, 10 or 30. How the inflation is in the setting.

>>36951169
I don't follow. What was that brass thing?

>>36951240
Eyeball.

>>36951248
Made of brass? Weird.

>>36951269
Steampunk yo

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>>36951224
>>36951219
Dangerous work, even the basic stuff of your company, can expect to pay 10GC per day. That's around the minimum for combat work. As you get people you will be able to have passive income supplying you with gold that will sometimes interrupt the main game to do some rolling/deciding.

You can use this link to download the IKRPG rulebook which I will be using as a basis for a lot of my prices.

http://kickass.so/rpg-iron-kingdoms-core-rulebook-t6750637.html

>>36951269
It was a mixture of brass mechanika surrounded by a glass orb. It comes with a mechanika socket and acts as a fully functional eye

>>36951219
I will be breaking until Saturday at the least. I will post an update on Twitter if I decide to run any games.

>>36951219
I imagine 500-1000 being the cost of adding a building. There will be an option of something that you can use to provide income, more housing for employees, Warjack workshop, etc.

>>36951287
Oh yeah. Duh.

>>36951305
>Saturday
right on

I'll have to keep an eye open, thanks for the link.

Kudos to the speedy archivist making me feel bad

>>36951383
Don't feel too bad OP. I archive for like 3 different quests and I have pretty good timing for when to archive them. Makes me feel important or something.