Bregan D'earthe RP thread
Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:57 pm
This is a place where we can post RP threads involving our characters in Bregan D'earthe
The Snake's Oil
Flasmix sat at the table with a glass of wine in his hand. His chair, carefully balanced on the back two legs rocked back and forth as the Drow propped his legs up on the table. His feathered hat sat tilted to the side, allowing his eyes to peer out at the other patrons of the Gloura's Wing.
He was waiting, waiting for a meeting which he did not know the outcome. It was a dangerous situation, something which he was not used to. Considered to be the genius of the merchant business, he always liked to have a plan in motion. Possibilities covered, escapes planned and spells prepared. He usually plans for every outcome, but not today. Today he was waiting, waiting for a meeting. A meeting with what can be called, the Leader of Bregan D'earthe in Sshamath. Sure, he answers to Jarlaxle, but every other member in the city answers to him.
He barely noticed the other man sit across from him. His eyes, staring blankly ahead as he tried to think of some sort of plan. Flasmix and the other man stared at each other in silence, waiting for some sort of introduction. Flasmix spoke first, "Lorath, I presume?" He brought his feet back to the ground and lowered his chair.
Lorath nodded. "And you must be Flasmix. When I was told to look for the most gaudy male in the bar, I was not expecting this." Lorath was handsome for Drow standards. Flasmix could tell that Lorath was a man of the shadows, one who has seen more death than he has or ever would. Lorath was a snake, beautiful, graceful and very poisonous.
Flasmix scoffed, running his fingers along the brim of his hat. "Wealth requires certain sacrifices. Especially in my business."
Lorath leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "And what business is that exactly? I very much dislike receiving letters calling me out in the open for a 'business transaction'."
Flasmix smiled and leaned back in the chair. He brought the wine to his lips, taking a small amount of it in. "I am a merchant."
"There are plenty of those in the city. What would the City of Trade be without merchants?" Lorath replied.
"Ah." Flasmix raised a finger. "A valid point indeed, but you must realize that I am different. I do not wish to simply, sell my goods to the highest bidder and live in comfort. I have a plan to become one of the most powerful associations in the city, which is why I asked to meet you."
Lorath crossed his arms. "Oh yes, what was it called again? The Sshamath Merchant's Association? When I first heard about your little league I thought 'Now here is something new and original. Someone thinking they can claim leadership over trade in the city.' To consider you a threat? That would be an insult to my intelligence."
"Yet here we sit. You came to meet me, someone who poses no threat to your ambitions. Do you do this often?" Flasmix chuckled. Lorath narrowed his eyes. He underestimated Flasmix's intelligence and allowed his pride to take a hit.
"Speak then of why we are here." Lorath held back the urge to spit on the ground.
"I know of Bregan D'earthe. A group of mercenaries and merchants," Flasmix started, "Yet you have no influence in the city as merchants."
Lorath waved a dismissive hand. "We have a large warehouse, it's goods go to serve other members."
Flasmix nodded, "But what if those goods can both serve the others and turn a profit?" Lorath sat in silence, there was no need to reply and he simply twirled his fingers for Flasmix to continue. "I propose a merger of sorts. Allow me to sell your goods, let me control the merchants while you control the mercenaries. We sell the goods that sit in the warehouse and collect dust while bringing in new supplies with the gold we get for selling them."
Lorath nodded, he could see the logic in that arguement. Flasmix continued, "We sell the goods for a lower than expected price because we want people to come to us first and foremost for all trades. Now here is the genius part, suppose another merchant wants to move in on our territory. We offer him an ultimatum, join us or life will become very unpleasant. This is where your mercenaries come in."
Lorath smiled, "An interesting idea. What will be the point of this though?"
"First we control all of the internal trade. Then, we begin taxing all incoming caravans. Once we control trade we will have a strangle hold on the Conclave if w-" Lorath held his hands up and leaned in, cutting Flasmix off.
"You speak of dangerous intentions... Keep your voice down." Lorath took a deep breath in. "We already work closely with the conclave."
Flasmix nodded, "But we are disposable. They can get others. Trade is an essential part of the city. It is what keeps it's blood flowing. If we can control trade, we can start to control the Conclave."
Lorath was stunned. This Flasmix was gaudy and arrogant but he is just as deadly as a coiled snake hiding beneath the rocks. To let someone as dangerous as him so close, it was a shock to be caught as unprepared. Lorath nodded reluctantly, "So this is what makes you different from the others. You have a dangerous ambition."
Flasmix waited silently, there was no reason to agree to the obvious and he could tell that Lorath wasn't finished. "I always look to the future," Lorath continued, "and I agree that we can help each other become wealthy and powerful. Your plans to control the Conclave will not be so easy. Do not underestimate them, they are very powerful."
Flasmix flashed his teeth in a deadly smile. "By the time they realize that we control all forms of trade, it will be too late. The moment they strike, we cut it all off. No trades, no caravans, nothing. If trade is the cities blood, then it will not survive long without it. The people will rebel and act against the conclave, I do not wish this to happen of course... but it is one of my many possibilities. I would rather work closely with them."
Lorath had to agree, it would be better to work with them than to have to fight whatever they could throw at them. "Then Flasmix, the Sshamath Merchant's Association and Bregan D'earthe will merge to become a powerful force."
Flasmix raised his wine glass to the air. "A toast then, to our partnership." He drank the rest of the wine down in a single gulp. The two serpents smiled to each other. A time of change has entered into the city and the two snakes have become one.
END
**Note: Actual conversation was a lot more friendly. I wanted to make it a bit more interesting.**
The Snake's Oil
Flasmix sat at the table with a glass of wine in his hand. His chair, carefully balanced on the back two legs rocked back and forth as the Drow propped his legs up on the table. His feathered hat sat tilted to the side, allowing his eyes to peer out at the other patrons of the Gloura's Wing.
He was waiting, waiting for a meeting which he did not know the outcome. It was a dangerous situation, something which he was not used to. Considered to be the genius of the merchant business, he always liked to have a plan in motion. Possibilities covered, escapes planned and spells prepared. He usually plans for every outcome, but not today. Today he was waiting, waiting for a meeting. A meeting with what can be called, the Leader of Bregan D'earthe in Sshamath. Sure, he answers to Jarlaxle, but every other member in the city answers to him.
He barely noticed the other man sit across from him. His eyes, staring blankly ahead as he tried to think of some sort of plan. Flasmix and the other man stared at each other in silence, waiting for some sort of introduction. Flasmix spoke first, "Lorath, I presume?" He brought his feet back to the ground and lowered his chair.
Lorath nodded. "And you must be Flasmix. When I was told to look for the most gaudy male in the bar, I was not expecting this." Lorath was handsome for Drow standards. Flasmix could tell that Lorath was a man of the shadows, one who has seen more death than he has or ever would. Lorath was a snake, beautiful, graceful and very poisonous.
Flasmix scoffed, running his fingers along the brim of his hat. "Wealth requires certain sacrifices. Especially in my business."
Lorath leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "And what business is that exactly? I very much dislike receiving letters calling me out in the open for a 'business transaction'."
Flasmix smiled and leaned back in the chair. He brought the wine to his lips, taking a small amount of it in. "I am a merchant."
"There are plenty of those in the city. What would the City of Trade be without merchants?" Lorath replied.
"Ah." Flasmix raised a finger. "A valid point indeed, but you must realize that I am different. I do not wish to simply, sell my goods to the highest bidder and live in comfort. I have a plan to become one of the most powerful associations in the city, which is why I asked to meet you."
Lorath crossed his arms. "Oh yes, what was it called again? The Sshamath Merchant's Association? When I first heard about your little league I thought 'Now here is something new and original. Someone thinking they can claim leadership over trade in the city.' To consider you a threat? That would be an insult to my intelligence."
"Yet here we sit. You came to meet me, someone who poses no threat to your ambitions. Do you do this often?" Flasmix chuckled. Lorath narrowed his eyes. He underestimated Flasmix's intelligence and allowed his pride to take a hit.
"Speak then of why we are here." Lorath held back the urge to spit on the ground.
"I know of Bregan D'earthe. A group of mercenaries and merchants," Flasmix started, "Yet you have no influence in the city as merchants."
Lorath waved a dismissive hand. "We have a large warehouse, it's goods go to serve other members."
Flasmix nodded, "But what if those goods can both serve the others and turn a profit?" Lorath sat in silence, there was no need to reply and he simply twirled his fingers for Flasmix to continue. "I propose a merger of sorts. Allow me to sell your goods, let me control the merchants while you control the mercenaries. We sell the goods that sit in the warehouse and collect dust while bringing in new supplies with the gold we get for selling them."
Lorath nodded, he could see the logic in that arguement. Flasmix continued, "We sell the goods for a lower than expected price because we want people to come to us first and foremost for all trades. Now here is the genius part, suppose another merchant wants to move in on our territory. We offer him an ultimatum, join us or life will become very unpleasant. This is where your mercenaries come in."
Lorath smiled, "An interesting idea. What will be the point of this though?"
"First we control all of the internal trade. Then, we begin taxing all incoming caravans. Once we control trade we will have a strangle hold on the Conclave if w-" Lorath held his hands up and leaned in, cutting Flasmix off.
"You speak of dangerous intentions... Keep your voice down." Lorath took a deep breath in. "We already work closely with the conclave."
Flasmix nodded, "But we are disposable. They can get others. Trade is an essential part of the city. It is what keeps it's blood flowing. If we can control trade, we can start to control the Conclave."
Lorath was stunned. This Flasmix was gaudy and arrogant but he is just as deadly as a coiled snake hiding beneath the rocks. To let someone as dangerous as him so close, it was a shock to be caught as unprepared. Lorath nodded reluctantly, "So this is what makes you different from the others. You have a dangerous ambition."
Flasmix waited silently, there was no reason to agree to the obvious and he could tell that Lorath wasn't finished. "I always look to the future," Lorath continued, "and I agree that we can help each other become wealthy and powerful. Your plans to control the Conclave will not be so easy. Do not underestimate them, they are very powerful."
Flasmix flashed his teeth in a deadly smile. "By the time they realize that we control all forms of trade, it will be too late. The moment they strike, we cut it all off. No trades, no caravans, nothing. If trade is the cities blood, then it will not survive long without it. The people will rebel and act against the conclave, I do not wish this to happen of course... but it is one of my many possibilities. I would rather work closely with them."
Lorath had to agree, it would be better to work with them than to have to fight whatever they could throw at them. "Then Flasmix, the Sshamath Merchant's Association and Bregan D'earthe will merge to become a powerful force."
Flasmix raised his wine glass to the air. "A toast then, to our partnership." He drank the rest of the wine down in a single gulp. The two serpents smiled to each other. A time of change has entered into the city and the two snakes have become one.
END
**Note: Actual conversation was a lot more friendly. I wanted to make it a bit more interesting.**