Post by Kelz on Nov 21, 2012 2:36:48 GMT -7
Danny
I wrote this earlier today, and now I'm psyched because i feel in reinforces the arrogant attitude Avarice has taken with Captain Thran, and should also justify any political movements necessary, depending how deep the emnity gets between the two. Let me know if you're okay with this sub plot... taking over is definitely not my motive here... just really invested in this chararcter and the campaign. Let me know what you think.
Avarice/Guildmaster Pierre Negotiation #1
Goal: Map of Bael Turathi Ruins in the area, mining stuff
Payment: Statuette of Telchur, bag of agates, lapis lazuli sample (raw)
Guildmaster Pierre didn’t even have to look up from the ledgers he was auditing to identify his (not - wholly) unexpected visitor. The pungent aroma of the Mango-infused pipeweed competed with the cloying aura of brimstone, marching forward as if to signal its owner’s presence. There could be no doubt as to the identity of the man briskly strolling towards the Guildmaster’s large oaken desk, almost commanding the room’s full attention as an afterthought. Still not speaking a word, the hellish visitor placed a large black statuette on the desk directly in front of him with a heavy thud. The artwork gave off an extreme, unnatural cold, immediately chilling the room to an uncomfortable level. Next to this, he placed a pouch of agate stones, freshly mined from an unknown location. Finally, he placed a raw chunk of lapis lazuli on the opposite side of the statuette. As Guildmaster Pierre slowly raised his gaze to meet the eyes of the Tiefling standing menacingly nonchalant before him, he couldn’t help but notice the peculiar accoutrements favored by this particular visitor.
Wearing a dull, black shirt of chainmail with links so small that it seemed to flow around his muscular form, the Tiefling was an intimidating sight from the jump. His boots were black leather, with fiendish crimson tracery-work highlighting the foreign, devilish origin of the style his armor and weapons displayed. He wore black leather leggings, mirroring the tracery-work of the boots and ending at the waist, where the chainshirt began. The straps and fasteners for his black leather pauldrons criss-cross his massive chest and arms over the chainshirt, remarkable for their intricate design formed in the shapes of the snapping jaws of various well known fiends. Finally, as Guildmaster Pierre met the menacing gaze of his luminescent yellow eyes, the Bounty Hunter pulled back the hood of his black traveling cloak to reveal his long white hair hanging freely a couple of inches below his shoulders. He wore his goatee in a classically devilish style, coming to a point underneath his chiseled jawline. His head was crested with 2 black horns, another vestige of his questionable lineage.
“I require your assistance in two matters.” he said commandingly to Pierre. “ One – I need a current map of all Bael Turathi ruins in the region, along with details if any are available from the person(s) who claim the fame for their discovery. Of particular interest to me is any information pertaining to a weapon of Bael Turathi design. Though not particularly powerful, the weapon is an important point of pride concerning myself and my family, and it’s return to our possession would be vastly rewarding economically for whoever facilitates it... that being said, let me be absolutely clear that information found to be false will be devastating, particularly to the tongue and throat of the source. “Two - I need a geological appraiser to value a deposit of semi-precious stone that I’ve come into the possession of.”
Guildmaster Pierre balked at the list of demands being made of him. After shrewdly assessing his options, he responded carefully, “That’s quite a list of demands you have there. I can discretely inquire about the locations of suspected ruins… although that type of action goes much faster if discretion isn’t as rigidly enforced as you demand. That greatly increases the draw on my personal time to assist you. If the price is right, however…” The Bounty Hunter scoffed at the self important Guildmaster’s pathetic attempt at negotiating, knowing full well that his requests were within the man’s power. “I assure you that your personal compensation will more than make up for any difficulties you may encounter seeking the information or persons I’ve requested. This statuette alone will not only fetch a hefty price from the discerning collector, but will also lead to a significant increase in visitors to the town, if appropriately advertised in the right circles… circles I happen to be in contact with. Make good on my requests, and you stand to gain a prodigious amount of money… not to mention the renown attributed to your sly scheming as the Guildmaster of the town. With that added respect, your options begin to expand both personally and professionally.”
Pierre reclined in his opulent leather chair, pouring himself four fingers of dwarven brandy and contemplating his place in the town. After much thought, he acquiesced to the visitor’s requests. Asking around for the information would be easy enough, after all… and his cut from the mine would wash within a week. Assuming there was more than a week’s worth of Lazuli, coupled with the added revenue from (well-off, likely) visitors and pilgrims interested in the Statuette of Telchur he would be able to make money the best way he could think of… off of other peoples efforts. He nodded his agreement. “I’ll have the information to you as soon as I can. As for the appraiser, do you have any specific talents you’d like?” The Tiefling looked down at the Guildmaster, shaking his head almost pitifully. “The same as the miners who will be pulling the wealth from the walls and putting it into your coffers… they all need to be expendable.” He turned and strode back the way he came in, his House’s Crest prominently displayed on the cloak he wore. At the door, he hesitated and looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t make me wait TOO long, Pierre… you’ll find that I’m quite impatient with those I feel are no longer useful to me…” With that, he walked out of the room, down the hall and into the night.
Guildmaster Pierre breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t plan on losing his usefulness anytime soon… it had gotten him this far, after all. Now, all he had to do was figure out the best way to spin this situation to benefit him further. He would start by influencing those whom he could to support the petition his pseudo-partner had initiated earlier that day… backing the right horse had far more benefits than the mob was aware of. He spent the rest of the night evaluating the angles of this most recent development.
I wrote this earlier today, and now I'm psyched because i feel in reinforces the arrogant attitude Avarice has taken with Captain Thran, and should also justify any political movements necessary, depending how deep the emnity gets between the two. Let me know if you're okay with this sub plot... taking over is definitely not my motive here... just really invested in this chararcter and the campaign. Let me know what you think.
Avarice/Guildmaster Pierre Negotiation #1
Goal: Map of Bael Turathi Ruins in the area, mining stuff
Payment: Statuette of Telchur, bag of agates, lapis lazuli sample (raw)
Guildmaster Pierre didn’t even have to look up from the ledgers he was auditing to identify his (not - wholly) unexpected visitor. The pungent aroma of the Mango-infused pipeweed competed with the cloying aura of brimstone, marching forward as if to signal its owner’s presence. There could be no doubt as to the identity of the man briskly strolling towards the Guildmaster’s large oaken desk, almost commanding the room’s full attention as an afterthought. Still not speaking a word, the hellish visitor placed a large black statuette on the desk directly in front of him with a heavy thud. The artwork gave off an extreme, unnatural cold, immediately chilling the room to an uncomfortable level. Next to this, he placed a pouch of agate stones, freshly mined from an unknown location. Finally, he placed a raw chunk of lapis lazuli on the opposite side of the statuette. As Guildmaster Pierre slowly raised his gaze to meet the eyes of the Tiefling standing menacingly nonchalant before him, he couldn’t help but notice the peculiar accoutrements favored by this particular visitor.
Wearing a dull, black shirt of chainmail with links so small that it seemed to flow around his muscular form, the Tiefling was an intimidating sight from the jump. His boots were black leather, with fiendish crimson tracery-work highlighting the foreign, devilish origin of the style his armor and weapons displayed. He wore black leather leggings, mirroring the tracery-work of the boots and ending at the waist, where the chainshirt began. The straps and fasteners for his black leather pauldrons criss-cross his massive chest and arms over the chainshirt, remarkable for their intricate design formed in the shapes of the snapping jaws of various well known fiends. Finally, as Guildmaster Pierre met the menacing gaze of his luminescent yellow eyes, the Bounty Hunter pulled back the hood of his black traveling cloak to reveal his long white hair hanging freely a couple of inches below his shoulders. He wore his goatee in a classically devilish style, coming to a point underneath his chiseled jawline. His head was crested with 2 black horns, another vestige of his questionable lineage.
“I require your assistance in two matters.” he said commandingly to Pierre. “ One – I need a current map of all Bael Turathi ruins in the region, along with details if any are available from the person(s) who claim the fame for their discovery. Of particular interest to me is any information pertaining to a weapon of Bael Turathi design. Though not particularly powerful, the weapon is an important point of pride concerning myself and my family, and it’s return to our possession would be vastly rewarding economically for whoever facilitates it... that being said, let me be absolutely clear that information found to be false will be devastating, particularly to the tongue and throat of the source. “Two - I need a geological appraiser to value a deposit of semi-precious stone that I’ve come into the possession of.”
Guildmaster Pierre balked at the list of demands being made of him. After shrewdly assessing his options, he responded carefully, “That’s quite a list of demands you have there. I can discretely inquire about the locations of suspected ruins… although that type of action goes much faster if discretion isn’t as rigidly enforced as you demand. That greatly increases the draw on my personal time to assist you. If the price is right, however…” The Bounty Hunter scoffed at the self important Guildmaster’s pathetic attempt at negotiating, knowing full well that his requests were within the man’s power. “I assure you that your personal compensation will more than make up for any difficulties you may encounter seeking the information or persons I’ve requested. This statuette alone will not only fetch a hefty price from the discerning collector, but will also lead to a significant increase in visitors to the town, if appropriately advertised in the right circles… circles I happen to be in contact with. Make good on my requests, and you stand to gain a prodigious amount of money… not to mention the renown attributed to your sly scheming as the Guildmaster of the town. With that added respect, your options begin to expand both personally and professionally.”
Pierre reclined in his opulent leather chair, pouring himself four fingers of dwarven brandy and contemplating his place in the town. After much thought, he acquiesced to the visitor’s requests. Asking around for the information would be easy enough, after all… and his cut from the mine would wash within a week. Assuming there was more than a week’s worth of Lazuli, coupled with the added revenue from (well-off, likely) visitors and pilgrims interested in the Statuette of Telchur he would be able to make money the best way he could think of… off of other peoples efforts. He nodded his agreement. “I’ll have the information to you as soon as I can. As for the appraiser, do you have any specific talents you’d like?” The Tiefling looked down at the Guildmaster, shaking his head almost pitifully. “The same as the miners who will be pulling the wealth from the walls and putting it into your coffers… they all need to be expendable.” He turned and strode back the way he came in, his House’s Crest prominently displayed on the cloak he wore. At the door, he hesitated and looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t make me wait TOO long, Pierre… you’ll find that I’m quite impatient with those I feel are no longer useful to me…” With that, he walked out of the room, down the hall and into the night.
Guildmaster Pierre breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t plan on losing his usefulness anytime soon… it had gotten him this far, after all. Now, all he had to do was figure out the best way to spin this situation to benefit him further. He would start by influencing those whom he could to support the petition his pseudo-partner had initiated earlier that day… backing the right horse had far more benefits than the mob was aware of. He spent the rest of the night evaluating the angles of this most recent development.
