Entering the guildhall, you come accross  Aemon, the ranking
frontman. He sits at a desk decorated with a carved wooden
sign from the old Rogues' Guild,
Anything that isn't nailed down is mine,
anything I can pry up, isn't nailed down

Behind him on the wall is a newer sign;
All weapons larger than a cubit  MUST be checked or
 peacebonded, staves not included

He prominently wears a gold administration badge marked IV.

Reanna wanders back into the guildhall from her excursion around town. She tips her head in Aemon's direction as she passes, telling him "Good Morning". It didn't matter what time of day it was, Reanna always said good morning, on the premise it was morning some where.

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 2):

"Afternoon ta ye, Mithtress Draegan. How goes yer dae?"

"Boring," Reanna says as way of reply. "I was out looking for opportunities, but haven't found anything interesting yet. If you hear of something, let me know, would you?"

A tall thin man in traveling clothes opens the door and steps through. His dark eyes scan the room, but he smiles at what he sees.

He looks over the administrator and his signs but remains off to the side as the dark haired woman tries to get some business going. Beordir is not sure what business she is inquiring about. I'm sure the Guild handles all kinds.

Given the weight of his purse, that was somewhat the same conversation Beordir was planning to have. He listens quietly so as to not inhibit the flow of any juicy tidbits he could use.
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In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 5):

The door swings open again before McCain can answer.

A slick looking man in fine clothing walks in, accompanied by
 a larger rougher and uglier looking one in leathers,
carrying a broadsword and battered shield

As Reanna was chatting with Aemon, she heard the door open and watched as the stranger entered. She knew several of the members of the guild, but this new fellow wasn't one of them. She gives him a slight nod of the head in acknowledgement of his presence before turning back to Aemon. But before she can speak, the door opens again, and she recognizes Laurence and his guard enter. Another tip of her head, as she speaks, "Seems we have quite the party coming together."

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 7):

"Masugatan, ye are gonna hae ta check ta blade or be
 peacebonded. Cassile, ye hae privilege an dinna need tae
check ta rapier.
Mithtress Draegan ye hae ta check with Mistress Camilla  o
Master Rugedor."

"Thank you Master Aemon. Are they in there usual areas or somewhere different?"

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 9):

"Master Rugedor might be inns small conference room on ta upper level, Mithtress Camilla hight inna larger one also inna upper level."

"Thsnk you again, Master Aemon," Reanna says as she takes leave. She gives on last glance at the stranger and Master Castile before heading to the stairs leading to the upper level.

Beordir considers the party comment and replies, "Certainly, but what could we all be used for."

Having not considered the other areas of the building, he watches after the woman before taking the stairs after her.

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 12):

Once past the entryway, and Yeoman Charra's crack team of
halberdiers who enforce the weapons policy, you enter the
dining hall, a two story room furnished with benches and
trestle tables, a sset of stairs up to a balcony level that has shops, rentable rooms, conference rooms and some quarters for ranking guild members. there are two enteances to the kitchen, and a long line of guild members heading in one with
empty bowls  and exiting with stew and bread.

The guildmembers are a mixture of mercenaries, mountbanks,
and rogues of every stripe. There are orcs, goblins, dwarves,
elves, and one half ogre.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 13):

A woman with brass knuckles, who had been talking to the half
 ogre walks purposefully  over to Masugatan  and Cassile, and
raises an eyebrow at Beodir.
"Laurence! How did your little expedition go?"
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Beordir raises his eyebrows slightly, but offers, "MY expedition went reasonably. I came back alive but only with some small coin."

He pauses a moment, before saying, "I'm afraid you have confused me with someone else. I'm not Laurence. My name is Beordir Nalas-Radin, but I am glad to meet you."

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 15):

"Dat's Okay Beodir, I am Laurence. I had some luck, bailed out a guy for spitting onthe Hadereum and cussing at da head Plutocracy. Some other business went real good too."
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In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 15):

"Well, Beodir, how would you like to have expeditions that bring in more than a little coin?"

Beordir cants his head to the side, "I would indeed, however, the trick sometimes is living to spend that coin. I'm no stranger to risk, but sometimes the odds are too great."

"Did you have an expedition in mind?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 18):

"Let me introduce you to my employer, who if I am not
 mistaken, now holds a contract on Masugatan, and would be willing to employ you both. This," she says, indicating the muscular ogrekin behind her, "is Vilgar."

Beordir follows Madeline, his concern growing as she leads him over to....Vilgar. Momentarily taken aback, Beordir hesitates before introducing himself, "Well met. I'm Beordir Nalas-Radin. It is my understanding you have employment for warriors?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 20):

The large man, obviously of ogrish descent, satnds well over
 7 feet tall. he is quite ugly, but engaging, and has the
brand of a convicted murderer on his left hand.
"Well met, Beodir Nalas-Radin. I am Vilgar,
and I employ more than just fighters, although gladiatorial
Events  are a specialty, and I just acquired a new venue.

Masugatan! I have heard quite a bit about you, you are my kind of scum!"
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Beordir pulls his head back a moment in skepticism, then thinks more about Vilgar's proposal. After a moment, he purses his lips and replies, "I've never considered fighting for the entertainment of others. Usually, I view force to be applied to circumstances that lack other alternatives. That being said, I could use a bit of training and the competition might be useful."

He looks up at Vilgar and asks, "What are the details of this sort of thing?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 22):

"Pit fighting is only one of my interests. What is it you do best?"

Masugatan addresses Vilger.

"Your kind of scum?  Yeah, man... I float right on top of the pond, never sink.  I just keep right on floating, until someone's dumb enough to step in me.  You got to float good to be the best, when you're scum."
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Surprised by the ogre’s question, Beordir think a moment, before replying.

“I’m a swordsman, but best used as a skirmisher. I have an interest in magic and use it myself, but it’s not flashy. I’ve done exploration work before and that seemed to suit me.”

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 25):

"I just got my pitfighting location in order, but I heard wind of some properties to acquire for other reasons."

Somewhat relieved to not be pursuing a gladitorial career, Beordir considers Vilgar's next idea with care. Then he asks, "So are these properties in need of exploration or confirmation that they are really viable?"
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In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 27):

"A little bit of both. We need a spot with a deep
substructure , and some kind of access to conduits on its
lower levels, that doesn't flood, and maybe has some secure
features. I will work on special permits... but yeah, abandoned buildings that might have squatters of some kind."

Beordir nods, "I'd be interested in that sort of job. I can't provide real structural assessment, but looking into buildings and potentially clearing them out sounds promising. Only problem is that a lot of places don't stay cleared out for long. You would have to move fast or we'll just have to sweep again."

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 29):

"What about you, Masugatan? I think you have experience leaning on people."

"I ain't too proud to break legs, if that's what you're getting at.  As long as I get paid.  I'll take whatever job I can get."
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In reply to Masugatan (msg # 31):

"A couple of blades is a start. I wouldn't   mind going halfsies with another master if I could get a good
Rogue and a caster or two in on this... come upstairs with me, I need to see a guy..."
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Beordir glances over to Masugatan giving a half-shrug before following Vilgar.

"Why do you think a rogue and mage would help for this task?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 33):

"Last couple groups I sent out when researching my other project ran into some undead, and some kind of undead slime thing in one of the sub basements. I figure that takes a caster, and then there is the matter of locks. I would like the doors to stay without having to replace them if possible. Makes for a long term savings."

Beordir consider's Vilgar's words as they walk along. "Someone who understand undead would be useful. Even better, someone who could explain them to us. Glad you thought of them."

Reanna comes down from upstairs muttering under her breath, "Pompous.. Arrogant.. Stuck up twit..."

Then seeing the others gather d around, she heads over to join them. "Anything exciting going on?" she asks by way of greeting.

"Only in my pants, baby."
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Reanna gives Masugatan a cold stare but doesn't respond to his crass comment.

Beordir cants his head to the right and asks the woman, "We seem to be shy a couple people. Know anyone who's good with locks or magic?"

Reanna smiles at the politeness she finally feels from someone in the guild, "I can help with the locks and scouting, but know nothing of magic. Nor do I know anyone skilled in it."

"I can do basic magic assessment, but I know nothing of undead and the troubles with them."

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 41):

"Reanna isn't it? You're welcome to join my house hunt. As to magics and undead, I may know a couple guys."

He pauses to  nod at a rough looking man with a hanging
lantern and a woman in leather armor who just checked her
spear with McCain.

Reanna smiles at Vilgar telling him, "I'd be glad to come along. I'm ready to go at any time."

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 43):

"Currently  a number of the Masters are trying to
secure locatiins that would allow sime kind of access to the undercity, and to vend supplies  from there to licensed adventurers. Vilgar  wants to get a leg up on that, before the others do, and has asked Laurence to locate some vacant properties that might be good for this. Are you in?"

"I'm in."

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 45):

"Good, now all we need is a caster of some stripe..."

Weaving his way about the common area Broderick, met with the perspective team members. Introduced himself to each, informing them that they came highly recommend by Bellarius and arranging to meet with the others to discuss  the job he hoped they'd agree to assist him with.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 47):

A thin fellow in leathers, wearing a broad floppy hat, and
carrying a full pack sits at a table beside a youth in dark
gray. At the next table sit an odd looking wizard type, in robes festooned with stars, his hair and beard dark except for the roots, alongside a goblin in a black cloak and
shield. Just coming out of the kitchen area with bowls of
brown are a woman in fighting leathers and a rough fellow with a lantern.

The ogrekin by the entrance is eying the two mage types.

In reply to Molag Anders (msg # 48)

The ogrekin calls over to the two spellcasters
"Hey Ludlow, Razakeel! Either of you two want to do some work? Raz, same detail as last time."

In reply to Molag Anders (msg # 48):

With the description he was given by Bellarius Broderick easily located the team and ushered them to a sidearea, that provided a more confidential aspect which they could discuss this assignment, where he provided an overview of the job standard pay and conditions are offered.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 50):

"A moment, just. I have worked with Vilgar before, yes."

In reply to Razakeel Shadowcloak (msg # 51):

While ushering the perspectives to a quiet corner; a hulking ogerkin called the mages prompting Razakeel to pause. Thus delayed Broderick quickly assessed the situation. Master Mages will you permit me to address this Guild Member. if the Mages do so, Broderick moves across to the Ogerkin, greeting him. Well met Master ... He prompts
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Grend looked up from his drink, heard something about mages, then went back into his self-absorbed seething.

The common room is amazing in the difference in people. The streets are filled with common folk all dressed the same way. Adventurers seem to be more colorful than the rabble.

There seem to wizardly folk, but Beordir has trouble following the the conversation between Vilgar and the other man. As they move off to the corner, Beordir looks around at the group that separates out.

Unobtrusively, Ardenas takes a seat well away from Grend.  He looks around to be sure none of Hitomi's group has preceded him and Oly here, then relaxes.  A moment's counting on his fingers, and he holds up a hand to get Madeline's attention.

"A bowl of hot brown, please, if it's the right time of day and I haven't had one too recently.  To be honest, I've lost track a little."

If'n you'd be zo kind, me doo

In reply to Oly (msg # 56):

"Sure thing. Who are you two waiting on?

Grend gets up and joins Ardenas at his table, without asking. "It is not easy for me to say so, but I would like to apologize to you for my earlier behavior. I am not used to the ways of humans or cities. Or, for that matter, guilds."

In reply to Madeline (msg # 57):

Zum o da hod brown...

"Madeline, we're expecting Hitomi and some others who are with her once they finish up at the Hadereum.  Rigo suggested one of her companions might be able to help us with our ongoing project.

"Grend, I'm impressed.  I'm sure I'd be equally lost wherever you came from, but I'm not sure I'd have it in me to do anything about it but run for the horizon."

Broderick stood his head tilted to one side as he looked at the brutish face. Patiently waiting for the Ogrekin to either wonder off or offer comment.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 61):

The ogrekin glares at Broderick.
"Master Liebert. I am recruiting here. Do you mind?"

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 62):

As am I Master...; to wit; I was in the process of relocating this select band to a more applicable location where I intended to negotiate further with them, when you chose to engage these two in conversation. he indicated the mages.
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Grend gestured at Vilgar and Broderick and leaned across the table to talk to Ardenas. "In my tribe, warriors would go to the man who was stronger. In this city, it seems that strength is a matter of who has more to offer. Opportunism is what humans value, then?"

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 63):

Vilgar eyes Broderick's badge of rank.
"You trying to pull rank on me?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 41):

A man in dark leathers with a sword and a wand at his side
Looks intently at the negotiations.

"Is there work for a wizard?"

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 65):

Broderick considered that tactic, it would certainly resolve the issue quickly and it was easier, but wasn't quite sporting; it would be like challenging Vilgar to an arm wrestle and he had no doubt how that would turn out. Glancing towards the Tanned fellow who just commented about work for wizards, Broderick acknowledged his statement with a nod then faced the Ogrekin.  Master... he prompted again hoping the Guilder wouldn't take offence at the fact that he didn't know who the Gilder was. Would you have me take advantage, of what is a friendly matter. Would you be agreeable if we allowed any mages, who are seeking employment, to decide. Towards thin end you present your offer after which I shall do the same. The mages can then inform us of their decision. For the benefits of the candidates, I am looking to engage two casters. Broderic informs as he glances around the room, hoping to determine if there are any other perspective Casters in the area.
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From where she's standing off to the side, Reana watches the exchange between Vilhar and Broderick with interest. As an aside to the others standing near her, she simply states, "I see he is mister personality with everyone. I wonder if he's going to require the mages to take a test."

Beordir looks over at the man in leathers curious. Oddly enough, it's like looking in a mirror. After a moment, he replies, "Actually, I'm not sure a mage is needed. There's been some discussion of undead. Mages are ususally the most knowledgeable about those sorts, along with other nastiness found in abandoned places. What sort of things do you know?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 70):

"Undead are not my specialty, but I do know a fair amount about them, although not as much as Razakeel over
there."

"Hey... let me get a bowl of that brown crap.  Standing around not stabbing anybody is hard work."

In reply to Masugatan (msg # 72):

After passing through the kitchen and being served a ladle
full of the stew, Masugatan wonders why he hasn't seen a lot of rats.  Meanwhile, it looks like the huy in the fancy
clothes is still staring down the half ogre.
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"Perhaps they should settle this disagreement in the arena, like men." Grend chuckled, knowing they would not.

Both guild members stared at each other without comment or movement. The process reminded Broderick of the time he was negotiating with a Formian, he stared at it, and it stared back at him; neither flinching the stare-down went for hours.
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"Grend, I think this is their arena.  Less yelling and jumping around, but the contest is none the less real."

"It is no competition. It is simply capitalism. The better offer will gain more recruits."

Beordir offers his hand to the other swordmage. "Let's see what Vilgar says. You might resolve this is competition. Well met. I'm Beordir Nalas-Radin."

"Higher pay is not a reason to go with someone if you are less likely to survive. I'll take the more experienced leader."

"If survival is a concern there are easier ways to earn coin than this. More profitable as well."

Reanna sips on a mug of water as she thinks before responding, "Maybe. But there is a difference between living riskily and living foolishly. And I don't mind taking risks, I just won't follow the fool."

"Do not underestimate the potential a fool offers. They are easier to manipulate, and when they lead poorly? Disregard them."

Reanna laughs agreeing with Grend slightly saying, "It is true, a fool and his money are soon parted, and I don't mind helping them part."

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 83):

Smiling at the commentary, Vilgar  repeats his question.
"One last time Leibert. Are you trying to pull rank on my recruitment activity here, or can I take Ludlow and Razakeel with me? Say your right words."
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In reply to Vilgar (msg # 84):

Broderic smiled acknowledgement of the tact the Ogrekin was taking. No to both questions.  he replied, then patiently repeated his proposal about the mages deciding.

Ooc msg 67
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"Oh ho ho ho ho," Grend chuckled. "Finally, quality entertainment."

"See, Grend, this is the contest here.  Words against words, mind against mind.  No blood on the floor -- well, usually -- but in the end a winner is still decided."

"It isn't the competition, but the drama that lies in the nature of their conflict. You see, the human outranks Vilgar, but rank is a polite fiction and its power a conveniently agreed upon lie. In the real world, Vilgar is far more personally powerful, and has the backing of many strong warriors who have great personal loyalty to him."

"If Vilgar decides to push his will and defy the human, the human's illusion of power shatters. He can either try to bring guild sanctions against Vilgar - a risky move that could plunge the guild itself into civil war IF the guild leadership didn't simply side with Vilgar - or back down in front of the crowded guild and lose great respect."

"Vilgar can back away and save face simply by pretending that guild ranking matters. But he has no great incentive to do so. So the entertainment lies in seeing which way the play unfolds. There is no competition, only choices to be made and consequences to suffer."
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If'n da guild don' zuppord da rank... den rank meanz nuddin. zo dey godda zuppord da ranking guy... no choice.

"I wish life were so simple," Grend sounds whistful. "If it was, Vilgar could simply kill the human and stuff his remains in a bog. But no, in the city it is always complicated. Guilds have... politics. Factions. Vilgar has powerful friends with powerful friends. Webs of alliances, all using their power. But it is a fragile web, and when it collapses?"

He made an explosive gesture with his hands. "Such small incidents are what wars are made of. If the guild masters had to make a choice, it would not be simple, as who is stronger, or more worthy, or higher rank. It would be the politics. Who would stand to gain, who would be offended." He sneered again. "Politics."

He said the word like it was a form of dark magic beyond all understanding. For the orc, it probably was.
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Oly Nods... Drue nuff ... bud here dey godda make de rank mean zumpin ... dey may like Vilgar bedder, bud rank godda win if pulled. If'n de rank can be circumvended zo eazy... den id meanz nuddin. dad leavez brude force an we gods anarchy.

"That is the point. The fragile illusion of order. Of civilization. In the tribelands it is stronger. A bad leader is easy to replace, so the idea of rank is strong. Any orc can gain rank if he has the strength to take it, so all respect what it represents."

"But here? Rank is not tied to worthiness. Weakness protected by politics and favors. Weak leaders are protected, because if they were allowed to fall, the lie that is "rank" would be exposed."
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All power is nod juz in de arm ... you iz really good, bud enuff guyz can bring you down ... dad is power do!  A guy who can ged zo many doogedher iz more dangerouz dan you zay ... groupz iz more powerful dan any one guy.

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 78):

"Well met. I don't hail from the tower, but I have studied  with some that do. I am a mage first and a swordsman  second; I studied swordplay  for better wand work"

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 85):

"Alright, if you aren't going to flash the
badge, then let me drop some options. I pay the going rate,
plus  you keep what you find. You fellas with me?"

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 95):

Quietly Broderick provided his offer to the casters
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A grinning sahudese man opens the main doors to the common room, and steps through. He is clad in steel and laquered, leather lamellar, and sports a plumed jingasa. A quality naginata leans on his shoulder plate, and a stringed instrument, and a bow & arrow, are slung across his back. He hands his weapons in to be checked, as is the rules, but he looks as if he could do well without them.

"And Vilgar has the personal loyalty of many powerful warriors," Grend agreed with Oly. "Imagine. If there were a coup, who would back who?"

Reanna smirks saying, "I know who I would back."

A fairly nondescript young man made his way through the common room on his way to Rigo's office to see about getting paid for services rendered.

Beordir was distracted momentarily from the negotiations, but when he turned back, it seemed like they were still unresolved and fussing. He calls out only slightly raising his voice, "Hey, Vilgar. We may have another option."

He jerks his thumb back toward the man in leathers beside him, "Harlan here says he's a mage and knows a bit about unsavory underground denizens. Do ya think he might do?"

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 96):

"I am interested, what might be the counter offer?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 101):

"I can always use two. Harlan, Razakeel? You two game? Ludlow, you wanted to hear the counter offer."

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 103):

Looking around the common room Broderick assessed the guild members Guilders If there are any casters interested in employ both Myself and this Warrior indicates the Ogrekin seeking two for our respective teams. The offers are at standard rates from us both. For those in my team the same sum in goods; and an equal share of find. For those in his team whatever you find is yours. He announced clearly.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 104):

"No offense, Vilgar, but I worked recently with Mssr Montague and Medame LePoir. I go with him."

"Oly, that fellow with the naginata arrived at the Hadereum with Hitomi -- and I think the other who arrived just before him did, too, but I don't see the nymph or Laurence, nor Hitomi herself.  They might be arriving shortly.

"Sorry to interrupt, Grend, but this is related to the business we've been on for the last couple days, and is more urgent than discussion of the difference between authority and power."

Yezz... I dink zo doo

Chye seems to be waiting near the stairs to the upper rooms and offices. He leans against the wall, tipping his brim down.

Brodrick's offer is an escalation. Double pay is nothing to sneeze at considering these locations could be desolate.

Wary at seeming too chummy with one leader or another, Beordir remains silent, but looks at Vilgar expectantly. With three mages available, he may need to match in order to get one of them to sign up.

"What this mean, 'same sum in goods; and an equal share of find?" Grend asked.

As he rises from his seat, Ardenas replies to Grend.

"If I understood correctly, he's offering effectively double pay, half in coin and half in stuff, plus they share equally in loot.  This might turn into a bidding war that'll do very well for someone.  Too bad I'm busy, or they aren't going to wait another day or two."

With that, Ardenas heads toward the Sahudese man by the stairs.

Chye recognizes the man approaching him from earlier, at the Hadereum. He smiles. "Konichiwa..Can Chye help you with something?"

"You were with Hitomi earlier, right?  Have you seen the nymph who was with her since you left the Hadereum?"

"We left together, but this big building... which is why I'm posted up here. I expect she will go see Rigo-sama, after we have finished our Hadereum business. I wait for her...low on coin, I am.. Astra-san should be with her, I expect."
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Giving the bearded fellow with the conical hat and embroidered robe a nod of acceptance  Glancing between the other perspectives; Broderick waits for at least one of those who haven't commented to do so.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 115):

"That is a generous offer. Twice the going rate plus loot. Can't fault Ludlow  for that. Who is bankrolling this run?"

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 116):

Broderick glances in the direction of the others in his group and gives them a friendly "Yes you heard rightly."
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 117):

"Hot Damn!"
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In reply to Dolpho Mercer (msg # 118):

"Is any of that in advance?"
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In reply to Molag Anders (msg # 119):

"Vilgar, I am impoverished, or nearly so. I need the funds he offers."

In reply to Razakeel Shadowcloak (msg # 120):

"No had feelings Razakeel. I can't match Liebert's offer. Harlan, are you with me?"

Chye calmly scans the room for any sight of Hitomi and Astra. Having spied Quint already, He wondered if those two were already upstairs... He would wait a little longer, or if Quint advanced up the stairs, he planned to join him.

In reply to Molag Anders (msg # 119):

Broderick thanks the Ogrekin for the challenge then gathers the team together, moving to a quiet corner where they won't be overheard. Regretfully not Master Anders. Advance payment of up to One fifth worth in goods for any who wish. Before we head out would It be possible to provide me with a summary of your respective skills and perhaps a demonstration.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 123):

"That sounds good to me, a silver worth of gear is fine. I have an assortment of skills, but I am primarily a broadswordsman."

In reply to Molag Anders (msg # 124):

The two expeditions split up.

(New threads)

Astra sauntered into the room, his face slightly flushed and his hair somewhat ruffled. Smoothing his hair he walked across the room to get a drink and winked at a few women along the way.

With a soft whistle to (hopefully) draw the nymph's attention away from the lady folk, Ardenas waves to Astra.

"Let's go see if Rigo is in his office -- he said you might be helpful in the business Oly and I are working on."  Beckoning to Oly as well, Ardenas heads up the stairs.

"Very well." Astra turns back to his drink and quickly finishes it off.

Standing up, Astra straightens his shirt and pants then runs his fingers through his hair.

Quint was hanging out in front of Rigo's office, waiting for the man to come back.

Chye climbs the stairs and joins the group going to see Rigo-sama.

Masugatan casts the now empty bowl aside.  "Less talk... more kill!  These pockets ain't fillin' themselfs."

"So stop talking and go kill." The orc grinned. "Unless talk is all you have."

"Hoiiiiii! Hitomi-san!" Chye bellows, over the hubbub of the common room.

"I fink the proppa Sahudese honorific for someone wot outranks you is -sama, innit, Chye? But if yer speakin' Aralaise, as we is, it'd make more sense to use Aralaise honorifics anyway, wouldn't it? Likesay, Madame or Mademoiselle, dependin' on how brave yer feelin'." He scratched his nose. "Eiver way, she's not here, so hollerin' for her ain't likely to do much. So maybe you take a seat, relax, and wait for the boss?"
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"Ossu!" Chye conceded.
after tuning his instrument, Chye began to play his rendition of "Sakura sakura" starting slowly, and picking up pace as he gets into it.
"Sakura, sakura
Ya-yo-I-no so-ra-wa
Mi-wa-ta-su ka-gi-ri
Ka-su-mi-ka ku-mo-ka
Ni-o-i-zo i-zu-ru
I-za-ya
I-za-ya
Mi—ni—
Yu-ka-n

Ka-su-mi-ka ku-mo-ka
Ni-o-i-zo i-zu-ru
I-za-ya
I-za-ya
Mi—ni—
Yu-ka-n...."
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"I assure you, having met him, that Rigo Bleak is a man; he is also the Guildmaster.  But if he is not in his office, we might have to go, and come back later."

"Oh, I know Rigo. Chye was caterwauling for Hitomi, though. Boy lacks the slightest patience, yeah?" Quint held out a moderately clean hand. "Name's Quint."
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In reply to Quint (msg # 137):

The cat appears out of the shadows.
"Calm your mammaries, Chye. Let's  go see the man."

"Ossu!" Chye stands up and bows, putting his instrument upon his back, and grins sheepishly, displaying a peace sign, in stereo-typical sahudese fashion.

In reply to Hitomi (msg # 138):

After Hitomi raps on the door, Morgan the half elven opens the door.
"That was quick! Let me get Rigo""

In reply to Morgan Baker (msg # 140):

"How did our talk with our new asset go?"

In reply to Rigo Bleak (msg # 141):

"It took a little convincing, but at this point he may notarize anything put in front of him. Got you a stack of
 documents and an understanding that there will be more.Apparently, these are being donated in quantity."

"やった！"
"Yatta!" Chye flashes another peace sign, grinning as if any other expression were as foreign as himself.

"A job well done, that," Quint adds. "Anything else you need us for?"

In reply to Quint (msg # 144):

"Actually, there is. We need you, and Astra specifically to have a sit down with Ardenas and Oly with the
 orcish elder, Ganosh, and convince him to get his people to stop this rioting. In exchange, I am offering as many as two points on the undercity  mercantile project, plus employment for his people as guards, laborers and mercantile support
staff."

Quint gestured at himself, Chye, Astra, and Hitomi. "What, all four o' us? Bit over overkill, ain't it? Well, yer the boss, boss."

Chye looked like he had been pondering the same thing, and nodded when Quint spoke up on the matter. "You have other task for Chye, perhaps...Rigo-sama?"

"Danulski tried to kill us as we left his shop... you want Chye to pay him visit?"

"We already put the fear o' the guild in 'em," Quint said. "I don't fink they'll try tha' again."

In reply to Quint (msg # 149):

"It would be insulting not to have an entourage. Quint, I   need you there because weapons may be left behind
and the area he selects might not be good for magic. Oly and
 Ardenas, you have been with this from the start. Hitomi, I
 need you to sit this out. Chye, you are an obvious threat,
he will respect that, Astra, I   need you to be charming. Just don't overstep. We need this deal... business has been bad in the gambling houses."

"Good enough, boss."

In reply to Quint (msg # 151):

"Works for me. I need to see a cat about his spots."

Chye clenches a fist. "Ossu!"

"You're looking for entourage?  I've got more entourage than anyone else in this town."

Masugatan cups both hands, forming a frame around his groin in order to emphasize his surplus of entourage.

In reply to Masugatan (msg # 154):

"Masugatan! Get your entourage over here!"



the ogrekin's expedition

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"Well, Chye, Quint, and Astra, looks like we need to find out where we can arrange a meeting with Ganosh.  Which, I'm betting, will be somewhere in orc town.  Hopefully, we can avoid getting caught up in any street violence on the way, but first we need to find out how to get in touch with Ganosh.

"I've got a hunch who we might ask, if she's around upstairs.  Clair the Strong is Urhaqui, and helped us a good bit in the early part of this operation.  I doubt she knows Ganosh directly, but she might well know who does."
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"If not, we go orc tavern...Sure to find answers there."
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Astra says little to nothing but merely runs his hands through his hair again, once more smoothing it out.

"Make them stop rioting, convince him to work with us, but don't make him mad. Right, nothing I can't handle."

"It's your party, gents, we're just along to assist."

In reply to Quint (msg # 160):

You exit Rigo's office in the undercroft, and head back up to the common room, where you see Strong Clair.

"Speak of the Oni.."
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Clair... where can we find Gonazh? or how?

In reply to Oly (msg # 163):

"I think we can go see Hramina's mother and get to him through  her. "

OOC: Chye rolled a 3 critical on his area knowledge (northport)
I take it, this means he probably knows exactly who the people are, and what they are all about.
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In reply to Strong Clair (msg # 164):

OK...and you know where do find her? Ifn' zo, would you come and dell her who we are?

Quint just relaxes, because this is Oly and Ardenas's game. Let them figure it out.

Chye goes and collects his Polearm from Cain-sama, and waits for the others where the halberdiers stand.
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"I'd take it as a personal favor, Clair.  We're this close" -- he holds up thumb and finger less than a finger width apart -- "to getting into a position to calm things between your people and the goblins, to the point Glosso and Hramina may be able to live together openly."

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 169):

"I know where Hravetta lives. If you can do something  for them, come with me."

Oly gets up and stands, ready to follow Strong Clair.

Chye follows the group,his naginata is tucked in his arm and resting on a plated shoulder, plume swishing behind him.

Quint followed after, relaxed, no visible weapons.

"I don't recall hearing that name before."  Ardenas speaks as he walks alongside Clair.  "Is she related to Gonash?"

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 174):

"Hravetta is Hramina's mother. She can speed our visit
to Gonash and Huralda."
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"彼女が私たちに食べ物を与えることを願っています."
...

"Ah.  I hadn't heard her name before.

"What are you saying, Chye?  I don't understand whatever language that was."

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 177):

The urhaqi laborer looks over Chye, and Astra.

"You are from dockside, am I right? And you... I see why Rigo sent you along."
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Chye laughs: "I said, I hope she will feed us dinner... Hahaha..." Chye looks at the half orc lady, "Yes, I come from Sahud, to dockside."

"Ah, Sahudese.  I've heard it a few times over in Dockside, and occasionally when people assume a human unarmed fighter must have been trained by a Sahudese master, but my master was and I am a native of Northport.  Aralaise is all I speak.  Sahudese always sounds like complete gibberish to me."

"'Ad a friend once, spoke a little Sahudese. 'E was native to the city, upper middle class, aye? More coin than sense. Ob-sessed wif Sahudese culture. Dressed in Sahudese clothes, exlusively watched Sahudese plays, read them little Sahudese picture-books." Quint laughed. "Guy was so pathetic he'd pepper his speech wif random Sahudese phrases for no reason. And it was all because he was inna them little picture-books, more'n anything else. Sad, really. Learned the hard way that them books was a poor representation of the Sahud people, and that strangers don't appreciate being accosted and jabbered about children's media in a terribly accented version of their own language."

He kept walking. "Bit racist too, now tha' I fink about it."

"Sahudese love to sell our culture to the gaijin! You have money? You buy! Hahaha..."
Chye looks at Ardenas a bit closer. "You Fighter huh? Sahudese best fighters.. Aralaise, orcs.. you brawler-wrestlers lack the refined techniqes. Boxing good, wrestling useful for when Chye wear his armor, but Chye practice kuntoa. What style you trained in Ardenas-san?"
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"I'm no boxer, nor brawler; I trained in the Gathering Chi Academy under Master Albreth the Blind.  His style, which he originated right here in Northport, is called the Unified Art, because it teaches strikes with hand and foot, as well as grapples and throws -- commonly considered separate in Sahudese styles.  In my own case, I have also been trained in Movement college magic, though I'm no master at it and have no talent whatever in any other school of magic."

"You tournament fighter?"

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 184):

"Boasting over whose style of training is better is
how we got in this mess."

Chye nodded. "It cannot be helped, it is the way of the fighting man. Sometimes outright warfare erupts among schools. I was born into such a life. Is that what is happening here?"
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"I'm not a boaster.  I claim no superiority for the Unified Art over, say, Smasha -- I've been beaten pretty recently by a Smasha fighter, and I freely admit my vulnerability.  I was simply answering a question.

"In fact, the combination of both grappling and striking techniques could be seen as a disadvantage; training at Gathering Chi Academy takes nearly twice as long as training to the same level of skill in conventional schools.  To be honest, I chose Master Albreth's school because it was close to home.  I consider myself fortunate that such a choice was the right one.

"As for the conflict here, Chye, it arose from a cheerer for an Urhaqui team choosing a goblin quick over all on the team she cheered for.  Yet another case of star-crossed lovers -- but in this case, the Urhaqui team blames all goblins for hiding Glosso and Hramina.  Were I a poet rather than a chi fighter, I might well write a saga after this is done."

Grend snorts at the retelling of the story, but doesn't want to get into how weak the city orcs are again.

"Chye has heard some of this, but only concerns himself with fights arranged amongst or by sahudese."

Astra nonchalantly waves off the talk of fighting styles,

"Only close-up, sweaty action I prefer is with a beautiful woman."

Astra winks at Clair.

"Besides, doesn't take much to win, sometimes just a few words. And I will definitely write a song about this. Perhaps a love song?"

In reply to Astra Black (msg # 190):

You all head out to a Meeting