Based in Baldur's Gate,the Merchants' League is a brotherhood of merchants dedicated to exploration, mutual aid, and honest dealing, which promotes merchant safety through good roads, regular patrols, defensive way stations, as well as strong, well-run, well-guarded caravans. The prominent members include Irlentree (LN human male, a very rich merchant and fleet owner); Zorl Miyar (LN human male, caravan owner and wagon-maker); and Aldeth Sashenstar (LN human male, head of the wealthy Sashenstar merchant family, known for its fleet, mining concerns, and textile wealth) All are successful merchants who reside in Baldur's Gate. Beyond them are a camaraderie of traders of diverse backgrounds.
For nearly two decades, the League has been an organization in decline as the rise of the various coasters has largely replaced its function and sapped its traditional support. Despite this, it is still recognized as a powerful and honest organization.
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My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
Cheryl Mae Castillo has been discreetly sending out invitations for economically-minded individuals to discuss matters of trade. The Dukes may not be able to listen to all concerns at all times, but that is no reason not to have like-minded invididuals do what they can to make a difference, she would express. The informal gathering would be hosted at the end of every tenday, and they are to have lunch or dinner in the outdoor café of the Elfsong Tavern. Should one with the means to host show desire to do so, they are free to invite the gathering with their discretion.
(( I propose meeting every Sunday at 19:00 GMT (3:00PM EDT, 12:00PM PDT, 3:00AM UTC+8 Monday) for people interested in mercantile RP. I'm open for meeting anyone at anytime Sunday, but unless someone interested proposes an alternate time this is what it will be for now. ))
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
A glass of wine on the table, a legal book to keep her occupied, Cheryl sits outside the Elfsong Tavern in waiting.
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
Unusually clean an healthy raven flies to the Merchant's League building. It carries a caraefully bound letter, wrote on the finest parchment, with a seal, that looks like a lion's head.
Paper contains following:
"I am Wilhelm, from house of Lionsoul, honorable member of Waterdeep City Guard, greet you, prominent members of the Merchant's League.
In this letter, i formally notify you about my diplomatical visit. Soon enough i will arrive in city of Baldur's Gate, and i expcect to see a person in charge here for future discussion of my offering.
A tall, silver-haired man in full plate armor and long, pure-white cape was seen entering the Merchant's League building together with Lady Cheryl Mae Castillo. Slightly more than a candlemark later, the same man walked out into the pouring rain, a thoughtful expression on his face. He distractedly let a few coins drop in the hands of a soaked street urchin before crossing the arc connecting the Docks to the East Gate District.
Aelcar Lightbringer, Knight of the Merciful Sword: Disappeared after the victorious defense of the Gate against The Blight.
Olath M'elzar Valshar The Black, The Phantom Wizard: Retired Steward of the School of Necromancy and former Eye of the 7th Circle.
Cheryl Mae Castillo, Proprietor of the Sword Coast Exchange disembarked from the ship from Waterdeep with her head held high. Around her, the docks of Baldur's Gate continued to bustle in the mid-afternoon sun, the activity frantic with the end of summer on everyone's minds. Some were already preparing for the equinox; feathers were being shipped in and picked up by the elves. She did not linger too long on the social niceties needed to say farewell to her fellow passengers. She had other matters to attend to that day. Men and women of all races passed her by as she made her way out the wharfs. Some nodded to her, some moved out of her way. Most people ignored her. She may be the figurehead of a company that directly provides work for many in the docks, but as far as the grey clouds over Baldur's Gate was concerned, she was just another dark-haired Amnian girl in a well-tailored dress.
The lack of smell was the first thing to greet her when she stepped into the Merchant's League. When she shut the door, the cacophony also died out. The crackle of the fireplace provided much of the ambiance; it gently snuffed out the subtle dealings behind the private offices, layered over the muffled street chatter, and provided a rhythm for the quill to scratch to in Elad's hand. They greeted each other with the customary smile and banter play, respectful of each other's rank and social position within the League. Once over, she made her way past the lobby towards the meeting rooms and private offices. Normally when she was in the mood she would wait in one of the open meeting rooms to strike up conversation with other people. Merchants waiting to meet with their representatives, League members taking a break, adventurers waiting to turn in a reward. Today however her mind was on too many things at once, so she instead opted to deal with her turmoil in privacy. She murmured a few quiet words to a passing employee, and shut the door behind her.
When it opened, it didn't do so gracefully. The knob was fumbled with, and as Cheryl looked up, Florence Rose nearly tripped her way in; an impressive feat considering Cheryl hadn't had a carpet installed to trip into. Cheryl greeted Florence with a small nod as the blonde exhaled a relieved sigh, and closed the door behind her.
"How are our dyemaking profits?" Cheryl began, the long familiarity between the two eroding each other's need for formal greeting.
"Umh, fine, really. There was an issue with mollusks raising in price this quarter, but it isn't a big deal. Our balance should remain in the black if projections don't deviate wildly. Um," Florence ended. Familiarity once again served, as Cheryl understood the pause as Florence having another thought, and was busy organizing the words in her head.
"Did it go badly?"
Cheryl smiled. "It did," she replied. The normally reserved Amnian woman couldn't stop there however, as her pent up rage flared momentarily. "He barely even heard me out. I spent all summer negotiating that deal. Yes, there were risks. But they were good risks."
"Dawson didn't think so . . . " pouted Florence.
"Apparently not," Cheryl said. "Gods dammit," she rested her head on her hands, and took a couple of breaths. After gathering herself, she looked back up to Florence, and felt a small prick of guilt at having scared the woman somewhat.
"I did meet someone . . . interesting, however," Cheryl started. Before Florence could pose the question, she continued, "A minor house, seeking to rise in power," she looked at Florence to see if she still had the woman's attention.
"Fetch the books. Put in a new entry for Miss Shardless . . ."
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
After the ninth of Marpenoth, traders, partners, and associates within the Merchant's League gossiped about a severe woman who stormed out in anger after a meeting with the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange. Elad himself went to the office soon afterwards, but it appeared his meeting went far more amicably.
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
Delphinn Veil casually enters the Merchants League and gives a friendly grin to Elad as he walks past him to his office. He strolls down the hall to the familiar door and flings it open, but his grin is quickly replaced by a look of surprise, "Elad, where in the bloody Nines is my stuff?" He spends a few moments in discussion with Elad, calm and with a friendly, but somewhat intense tone, as he politely but emphatically asks for his office back.
Nomster wrote:A square parcel arrives to the Merchant's League building, it is addressed to Cheryl Mae Castillo, proprietor of the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange.
On the outside, there is no clue on who it is from.
// PM sent
A courier was sent to deliver a reply.
((OOC: 4 days later . . . >_> ))
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
Several couriers were sent out recently from the Merchant's League. Their missives were to be delivered to as close as the East Gate District, to all the way as far south as Nashkel. The further letters would likely have been carried some distance by pigeon, to save time.
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
For those who keep track of such things, Cheryl Mae Castillo and Endelyon of the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange were accompanied by a strangely stylistic Llywelyn Cadwaldr, of Crow fame, on a ship bound for Athkatla. They returned two tendays later, literally no worse for wear.
(( Was fun, Dialectic ))
My ship plowed through the storm.
Looking into the waves, I grew dizzy,
for I glimpsed the chasm between myself & the infinite. Yacht life. -KimKierkegaardashian
*An armoured redhaired woman came by one day, leaving a letter with Elad at the front desk for the Merchant League*
Greetings
I write to you to hear if it would be possible to acquire the following materials for the The Halls of Inner Lights for their temple construction.
- Seventy eight tons of stone
- Six two by four planks of oak at 12 feet
- Twenty thick glass plates roughly eight feet by four
- Three hundred feet of red and blue silk
They are willing to pay.
Friendly Regards,
Ronja Leonhart Assistant To The Darius Holding Company
*A redhaired woman came by one day, leaving a letter with Elad at the front desk adressed for the Dyer's Guild*
Greetings
I am writing on the behalf of the Darius Holding Company to follow up with lining up some potential buyers of rock snails.
A list of interested members to contact would be very helpful. Friendly Regards,
Ronja Leonhart Assistant To The Darius Holding Company
