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.