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Spoiler: Name: Larok Ar'grush (click to show/hide)

Race: Ogre
Gender: Male
Bio: An excellent specimen of the fine Ogre species, Larok grew up in a relatively small stronghold along a lake. He learned fishing as a hobby, but never took to it, since it was time-consuming and didn't accomplish anything except making lots of neat little toothpicks.
Larok is also completely bullheaded and doesn't stop working on a task until the job is done. ...Ever. Or he dies. So far that hasn't happened.
Deciding once he was of age that he should put his talent for swordsmanship to use, as the stronghold's militia was full enough anyway, he worked for months without stopping to save up enough gold and start a company.

Fighter from the Hills
Unnecessarily Obstinate
- Real Ogres Use Swords!
- Unshakeable Will
- I Pity The Weak

Equipment Aspects:
Weapons:
Armor:

Skills:
Great (4+)
- Physique (+5)
Good (+3)
- Fight
- Provoke
Fair (2+)
- Investigate
- Will
- Deceive
Average (1+)
- Rapport
- Empathy
- Notice
- Athletics (+0)

Stunts
- Shrug it off - You can use Physique to defend against Fight attacks made with fists or blunt instruments, though you always take 1 shift of stress on a tie.
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Stress:
Physical: [1][2][3][4]
Mental:   [1][2][3]

Consequences: [2][4][6] - {2}

Fate: 4
Silver: 117
Copper: 0

Spoiler: Name: Nabih Shahin Al-Safi (click to show/hide)

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Bio: Born in a trading clan, Nabih was one of Sahid Al-Safi's and Naleiya Al-Safi's few children. Given a good education thanks to his parents' stable financial conditions and the advantages of their profession, Nabih turned out to be a bright kid with a good measure of curiosity and creativity. Saleiya was responsible for most of the couple's accounting and also a rather spiritual woman moderately versed in the arts of magic, which she taught Nabih and a few of his siblings. Meanwhile, Sahid was the face of the operation and a man with a dream; while mankind was more numerous than most races and a formidable force due to it, the man was an admirer of dwarven engineering and was consequently sore about human inability to craft so much of what the xenophobic, stout race was able to create. He wanted human technology to stop complacently feeding off trading and antiquated notions and move forward, without any assistance if necessary.

His parents' teachings and interests rubbed off on Nabih as he grew into a capable, intelligent man with a dream. Too many dreams, actually; whether it was due to his passion for crafting, knowledge or magic, he began to piece together mechanisms even during his sleeping hours, turning him into a lucid dreamer with an objective. Learned and feeling comfortable about his own intellectual baggage, he managed to loan the necessary sum of money to start a mercenary organization, benefiting from the clan's nature to not be drowned in interest and/or threats. Why a mercenary organization? To be safe you need how to wage war and he's realized technology like firearms are a game-changer in the field of battle. In Nabih's opinion, having a body of warriors to field-test any improvements on military tech is less risky than giving them out to strangers.

Nabih is a young-faced inventor and magic practitioner as well as an accomplished trader, partially due to the right connections in his clan and out of it. He's bronze-skinned and has a slightly wide, straight-cut nose between emerald eyes. He prefers to wear the traveling clothes of his people, pants and shirts complimented by robes and headscarves to protect against the sun and elements. The trading clan he's part of is one of the few that established themselves in a section of the Surrounds generations ago to create an outpost for the wandering caravans of his people.

High Concept: Steel Wizard of the Forge
Trouble: No Lore By Man Untouched
-True Traders Haggle
-Formal Bearing and Education
-Clan and Connections: Assets & Debts

Equipment Aspects:
Weapons: Worn Scimitar and crossbow
Armor: Sturdy Cloth

Skills:
Great (4+)
-Crafts
Good (3+)
-Contacts
-Lore
Fair (2+)
-Athletics
-Rapport
-Will
Average (1+)
-Empathy
-Investigate
-Notice
-Physique

Stunts
-Bloodline of Bargain: +2 bonus to Rapport when used to haggle.
-Extensive Network: Gain a +2 bonus to Contacts when using it to Create an Advantage to know the perfect purveyor of specific goods or services.
-Inventor's Insight: Inventions created by succeeding with style gain an (extra) useful Aspect or Stunt.

Stress:
Physical: [1][2][3]
Mental:   [1][2][3]

Consequences: [2][4][6]

Fate: 3
Silver: 8344
Copper: 0

Spoiler: Name: Ghaminia Al-Haral (click to show/hide)

Race: Human
Gender: F
Bio: When Nabih turned fourteen, his parents got him a bodyguard and servant - one to be dedicated to him rather than a general house servant. It was fashion at that time for them to be female - less obtrusive, more likely to be underestimated... and often nicer on the eyes, too.

So it was that Ghaminia entered Nabih's life - she was a few years older, and while it was never explained where she had come from, she was a quiet and omnipresent figure in his background. She tended to his hurts when his experiments went amok, and assisted when needed - mainly with her prodigious physical strength.

A quiet, tall woman, she has a tendency to blend in to surroundings. Her skin is dusky, her features plain - aside from the claw-marks that trace down the right side of her face. She's trained in grapples, and a brutal, close range fighting style with a pair of karembit knives. A tiger skin is draped over her shoulders, with the head forming a hood she can pull up over her own. Besides the knives at her waist, she has another woven into her hair, and two small straight blades concealed at her calves. Her flowing silks do a good job of hiding the thin-yet-sturdy armour beneath.

She also knows how to move silently and pick locks... her past was not a gentle one, nor on the right side of the law. By becoming a servant, her old life was abandoned. Her old name was abandoned when she went into servanthood, but in some drinking dens the name "The Silent Tiger" is still whispered...

High Concept: loyal strongwoman bodyguard with a bloody past.
Trouble: Ghosts of the past
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Skills:
Great (4+)
- Physique
Good (3+)
- Stealth
- Fight
Fair (2+)
- Notice
- Provoke
- Burgalry
Average (1+)
- Ride
- Will
- Craft
- Decieve

Stunts
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Equipment
Weapons: Knives for every occasion.
Armour: Concealed Lammelar.

Stress:
Physical: [1][2][3][4]
Mental:   [1][2][3]

Consequences: [2][4][6]

Fate: 3
Silver: 280
Copper: 0

Spoiler: Name: Riskiss Malodie (click to show/hide)

Race: Goblin
Gender: Female
Bio: Riskiss was born, like all goblins, to a large family. In her case, the family was wealthy and established, in Dashess, the heads of the household being Krafit Malodie and his mistress, Retuin Sihil. She never much enjoyed pushing and shoving her way to the top of the pack, nor indeed did she very much like being there. Too stressful, with her siblings and cousins always trying to find ways to pull her back down or put her in her place. Besides, she didn't have the brawn for physical confrontation, and it was so much easier to just get other people to do it for her. Especially her brother, Kars. Kars had always been nice to her. He was generally quiet and kind, for a goblin. He was very easy to manipulate. But as she kept him in place at the top of the pack, never seeming to step out of line, as she found her niche in the struggle, she felt worse and worse about doing so. She began working on other people, so he could be himself more. It was nice, to see someone who wasn't utterly ruthless in the lead, for once. Relaxing, almost. Eventually she tried to ease herself back; attachments were dangerous, if you thought about it. And it was alright, for a while; she dealt with threats that might get him cast out, and enjoyed life in the Malodie manor.

But inevitably the good ends. Kars was not ruthless enough to stay strong on his own. His elders knew that. When Riskiss was away to conduct one of the first business deals she was meant to for the house, he made a mistake. The price he paid, was, of course, his position as a member of the house. A few weeks later when Riskiss returned, her good mood was broken by learning of her brother's exile. She cared for the rest of her family, of course, had close friends...but they were not her responsibility. Kars was. And now he was gone. Soon she was gone too. Riskiss knew how to play people. (Unfinished)

High Concept: Upper-Crust Puppet-Master
Trouble: Power Brings Only Grief
- There Is Such A Thing As Being Too Clever...
- Power Lies in Lying and Laying
- Killing Is For Ruffians And Imbeciles

Weapons: Nicked Dagger
Armor: Old Reinforced Silks

Skills
Great (4+)
- Rapport
Good (3+)
- Contacts
- Deceive
Fair (2+)
- Stealth
- Empathy
- Lore
Average (1+)
- Will
- Notice
- Investigate
- Provoke

Stunts
- Dulcet Tones: +2 to first impression Rapport roll.
- White Lies: Can use Deceive to boost a Rapport (?)
- 'Spy Networks' Sounds So Unrefined, Darling: Can use Contacts in place of Investigate in areas with networks built up.

Stress:
Physical: [1][2]
Mental:   [1][2][3]

Consequences: [2][4][6]

Fate: 3
Silver: 350
Copper: 0

He hurries over to shake your hand.
'Pleasure. I'm Ranek. I should only need you until tomorrow morning... the shark in question is very... punctual. If you could just throw him off the cliff or something, that would make many of us in town breathe easier.'
He laughs, nervously. 'Only joking. Uh, I have your fee here. Half up front O.K.?'
A cough from the contractor sees Ranek give a polite smile and sidle off to the side, whereupon they have a brief argument and an exchange of coin, before he gives you a slap on the back before departing.

[SOLDIER First]

"It doesn't matter how long I must stay.
What does this cheat look like?"

[Caellath]

Nabih scratched his chin as he brainstormed names with Ghamina, helplessly lost. "We really should have done this before and it pains to admit me I never gave it much thought. However, I believe the name should be a little less 'grand' if you know what I mean." Despite his ambitions, the merchant scion shied away from any intention of naming his company something flashier. "Tigerblooded, maybe? I would name it the Eastern Legion were it not for the fact our recruits are all locals. Maybe Steel Mill? The mill is a good emblem. Or perhaps Relentless Cog..." He started to veer towards mechanisms and machinery as his brain began trying to piece together better suggestions, in part because they also worked well as symbols.

"Oh, I should probably mention, we recommend that when you name your third party, it should be someone who won't be near you. An investor or a family member, usually.

"Ah, that makes sense, though I did plan on having Ghamina be that person. Could I perhaps add more than one name?" If he ended up dead, there was a fair chance his bodyguard would have suffered the same fate, but in case she survived he didn't want to leave her behind with nothing while control of his company passed on to one of his relatives.

[Tack]

"Well... I'm sure we can squeeze in a second name on the roll."

"It doesn't matter how long I must stay.
What does this cheat look like?"

"Cheat? Uh.. Big. Your size."

[SOLDIER First]

"All right."
Larok proceeds to occupy (or produce) an empty chair at the table.

[GiglameshDespair]

"Those would be suitable names for a workshop, young master, but not a mercenary company. Tigerblooded would work, I believe."

[Caellath]

"Ah. Then 'The Tigerblooded' it is." Nabih seemed a tad crestfallen at the mention the name he liked so much hadn't been considered fitting. Still, he felt safe in deferring to Ghaminia when it came to such matters. He picked up a large pouch and carefully poured the fee onto the table whilst filling out the form with his careful calligraphy. His bodyguard's and his mother's name were added as his legal successors and when it was all good and done, he added his thumbprint. "Done. Do I need to give you an updated roll of employees under my control or would just keeping private records work?"

[Tack]

"Private records are fine, as long as there are records in case of an audit. Company leaders who cannot read are fined quite heavily for their lack of records."
He takes the form from you with a delicate hand and places it before a secondary clerk, who begins painstakingly transcribing it with large, obscenely embellished calligraphy.

"If you could return here in a tenday, we should have it completed. We're happy to offer contracts in the meantime, however we don't currently have any guild-sized contracts available, so you may need to haggle with the other gentlemen."

In the background, the scribe has just finished what appears to be the first color of the first flourish on the top left border of the T.

[Caellath]

Nabih watched with some curiosity as the scribe transcribed the information with extreme care. At the very least he'd know his company would be registered in a dignified way, though he wasn't exactly a supporter of such loss in efficiency for the sake of beauty. "That is fine, my company is still small. Where could I peruse those contracts?"

[Tack]

The man gives a simple gesture behind you, and as you turn around you notice the few booths with the few mercenaries standing about it.

[Investigate=1] > [2]
From here you cannot really determine the contracts on offer. You may have to scope them out one by one.

Two of the booths are permanent, with another temporary booth set up near the front. Another temporary booth has just begun packing up - clearly they had plenty of demand, or not enough supply.

[Caellath]

"Let us check the booths, then." he announced to his partner before moving on to check their business opportunities.

[Tack]

The two permanent booths are set up on either side of the grand hall. One seems to be hiring for simple labor jobs through the week, maintaining the various machinery about the city (for a very respectable sum, probably due to the danger).
The other is populated by more rough characters, along with the knightly-looking fellow Ghamina noticed earlier.

The haggling is currently underway on a contract to seek out some bandits on the east road.
[Empathy=2] > [2]
A few people seem unwilling to bid, smiling grimly to themselves.

[SOLDIER First]

Larok shifts in his chair, looking around the tavern occasionally.

"Why do you owe this cheat your money?"

[Tack]

"I meant to start up a business venture, selling shiny pieces of quartz and such from the mines. My daughter loves them, I thought they'd make a good profit, and they just throw it all aside in order to get at good iron. He was willing to lend me some money. The rate was rather harsh, but I knew it wouldn't be a problem... until..."
He shifts in his chair, nervously.
"Turns out, every other miner here does the same thing, gathering up pretty stones and the like to give to their loved ones. Nobody was willin' to buy what you can get for free. I thought it was a problem could be fixed, though. Just gotta sell them somewhere there isn't a mine. So I went back and asked for another loan so I could try sending a shipment to Aurelar, see if the people in the city want 'em. But he wouldn't do it. Laughed in my face, he did. I tell ya, I wouldn't be surprised if he knew it all along and was tryin' to trap me. Now he says he's gonna break me leg."

[SOLDIER First]

"I'll take his leg off if that's how he needs to be warned.

..Do you have any of this quartz with you?"