In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 36):

The Urhaqui woman leads you through Redlight until you are
within sight of the cathedral. Although  most of the
buildings in the distict are run down, one storefront is
whitewashed and the street in front is clear of debris.
A pair of liveried guards stand to either side. The livery is olive and burnt orange, and has a purple squiggle accross the
chest.
Hravetta nods to the two guards, who give your mixed group the once over.

Ardenas sketches a bow toward the guards before following Hravetta inside.

Oly just keeps a measured distance from both guards as he slides between them.

In reply to Oly (msg # 39):

Within the storefront is a  simple clean room, decorated with
beeswax  candles and a gilt framed oil painting of a handsome
Urhaqi woman. The same woman, a little older than her portrait, sits behind a table on a raised dias behind a rail.
On your side of the railing, a stern looking urhaqi woman
stands beside a bench, which she gestures toward.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:54, Sat 17 Dec 2016.

Chye removes his jingasa, bows to the women in the room, and takes a seat.

With another bow toward the woman who resembles the portrait, Ardenas approaches the indicated bench, but stands before it rather than sitting.

"Thank you for seeing us, Elder.  I am Ardenas, called Barehand."

Oly follows Ardenas cautiously ... this isn't his kind of place.

Quint seems quite at ease, relaxing and sitting where indicated.

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 42):

The woman at the desk looks at you, meeting the gazes of
Ardenas, Hvretta  and Clair.

"Hvretta, good day. Introduce me to your friends. I
had expected  you to come alone, as you have in the past. I am Huralda."
This message was last edited by the player at 15:59, Sat 17 Dec 2016.

In reply to Huralda (msg # 45):

"Dame, this is Clair, an honest worker in the Guild of Rogues. She brought me these others with news of my daughter, and a plan for ending the feud with the gobs."

In reply to Hravetta (msg # 46):

"Tell me this news, and what plan is this, that disrupts the natural order of things"

"Hramina was safe when Oly and I spoke to her, day before yesterday.  She is in hiding with Glosso, the goblin quick she chose over Khrosh's juggers.  It was this choice that spurred Khrosh's team to begin trashing goblin establishments, trying to ferret out the couple, and that violence has been disrupting business across much of Northport.

"The Guild of Adventurers and Guildmaster Rigo Bleak have an interest in seeing a return to normalcy.  In that light, they have sent an offer: in return for controlling those Urhaqui, Khrosh's or not, who are currently trying to locate and murder Glosso and Hramina and trashing goblin properties, Guildmaster Bleak is prepared to offer Gonash a percentage of the newly opening undercity mercantile business, and employment for Urhaqui as guards, laborers, and support staff for that new business."

The reclining Chye, gives an affirmative nod.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 49):

The Urhaqui elder narrows her eyes.
"This goblin spratling knew full well whose woman Hvretta's daughter was. He shows his cowardice by allowing his
people to suffer in his place. Urhaqi do not suffer cowards.
That is the resolution I seek, not nebulous Underground  marketplaces."

Ardenas bows again to Huralda.

"I understand, in part, your distaste.  I have previously heard similar sentiments at Khrosh's telovadnica.  It seems you, and they, tell me that Hramina had a choice of a mate only so long as she chose the way you, or Hravetta, or perhaps Clair would -- from among the juggers for whose team she cheered.  Yet not all of your ancestors chose the same way, I think.  I recall hearing that Hramina's family is 'broad in the bloodline' -- and mine, like nearly every human family in Northport that isn't recent immigrants, includes Urhaqui ancestors as well.  It would surprise me a little if even Glosso didn't have some forebears from your side of town -- his people and yours have coexisted here for a great many generations, after all.

"Now we learn that you and Hravetta are unwilling to accept Hramina's choice for a mate -- is it because he's a goblin, or because he's another team's quick?  If the latter, then it's a dispute that ought to be confined to the jugger fields, not spilling over in to the city where it destroys the property and livelihoods of many who are innocent in this matter.  If the former, shouldn't Hramina have as much choice of mates as her ancestors?"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:19, Wed 21 Dec 2016.

An I dink da Hadereum iz already asking quezdionz ... idz cauzing izzues bigger dan eider race! We juz az zoon zee dem nod involved.

In reply to Oly (msg # 52):

"I was a cheerer long ago, and married my chain, as
was my duty. He died during plague time. If we all did our
duty, there would be less conflict, and Jugga teaches our
young ones their place, and the need for teamwork.
The Hadereum... gods forbid. It is enough our people slave
away in their waterworks. They should stay out of our affairs!"

We agree compledly wid keepin' da Hadereum ouda dis, hich iz why we come do zee you.

15:15, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 11 using 3d6.  Diplomacy: 14.
Chye frowns, which is rare, and speaks: "Yes, Hadereum... Chye agree with you, Lady Huralda.
"We try and keep them out of this, as their involvement means no good for anyone. Help us keep them out of this, yes?" Chye's frown turns into a mixture of solemn eyes and a hopeful grin. "Guild offer better alternative. Much better!"
This message was last edited by the player at 20:33, Fri 23 Dec 2016.

Quint let's the others handle the negotiations. Convincing them is not his job. He's just here as backup in case things go wrong.

With a beckoning gesture at Astra, Ardenas answers.

"Do you then believe that everyone's place is only and always where they must stay?  Following that reasoning, people might still live in caves and eat their meat raw, as our ancestors are said to have done.  A person's place is where they choose to be.

"We live in a city populated by many kinds -- if we can't get along with each other, the city will fall into civil war and those who aren't killed outright will be reduced to bare survival in the ashes and ruins.  That goes for your people, and mine, and Glosso's, and every other kind who calls Northport home.

"Astra?  Have you anything to add?"

He sighed. "Well, look, they're not gon' stay outer yer affairs, is they? The bloody Hadereum sticks its nose where it will. Resolve this fast, maybe they lose interest.

"But maybe you should focus on the immediate. We represent the ever-loving Adventurer's Guild. You fink the Hadereum is bad? They're nuffin' compared to what the guild brings to the table. I know orcs like fings simple and upfront, aye?"

He shifted on the bench. "Well. Listen good, cuz I'm-a lay some troofs down on yas. You know how basically the masters of the old theef guild splashed on a new coat of paint n' changed the name? Aye? Well, it's not got any better, believe me you. Same people workin' fer it. Same agenda. Only now they got more power. More wizards inna guild than in the Wizard Guild. Better fighters than down atta colleseum, aye? We got priests what order the gods around."

"More powerful blokes in one organization than anywhere else inna world, and any four of 'em could bring this city to the stone. So take a minute, fink about it, and unna-stand that the Guild is doin' you a favor by askin' for your cooperation. Ain't likely to ask twice.

"So let us help you out, aye?"

ooc: Charisma 2
19:47, Today: Quint rolled 14 using 3d6.  Intimidate-15.

Astra had listened to everyone talk and then cleared his throat as he approached the orc matron.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, I am Astra. Astra Black."

He reached up and ran his hand through his hair.

"I understand your desire to follow the ways that have always followed. They have always served you well in the past. But, like all things, times change. What seemed proper years ago, does nothing but force one into a life they do not desire. Isn't this it's own form of slavery? Give orcs the chance at a new life in this new world. If they desire to follow the old ways, they can. If they want to embrace this new world, do not enslave them. Let them choose their own lives."

Chye places both palms together and gives a bow to the matriarch.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 60):

"After consideration, this is something I must bring to Ganosh to decide. Be pleased, few non Urhaqui are ever granted audience."