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[Caellath]

Nabih checked how much time that assignment would take of his company's time and if it had good chances of preventing him from providing assistance to his newfound scouting target, as well as if anyone else was also bidding.

[Tack]

[Investigate=3] > [2]
Success

The hawker giving the bids was quite vague, but you manage to nonchalantly move to the front of the group and begin reading the upside-down documentation.

It seems that a caravan, worried about the self-same bandits on that road, wishes to hire protection. However, as the ride will likely be uneventful all the way to Aurelar, it could be possible to leave them after they've passed the nearby ogrehold and come back.

[SOLDIER First]

Larok turns to Ranek and gives him an intimidating look.
"Leave, and you will be in debt to both of us, do you understand?"

[Tack]

[Provoke=  ] > [ ]

Ranek gives a terrified nod. People are beginning file out of the room... and crowd around the windows.
All affairs seem in order and the Ogre promptly charges at you with a left hook.

[Fight=4] > [Physique=5]
The fist pounds into your cheek with a meaty thud, but no damage.

[SOLDIER First]

Larok responds by driving his elbow into his opponent's gut.

[Caellath]

Nabih also checked how the bidding usually went, value-wise and rose a hand to offer a bid of his own. "How interesting." he commented with a quieter voice directed towards Ghaminia.

[Tack]

OOC Thread

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

[Fight=0] > [Fight=2]
Defended with Style
Larok tries to drive his elbow into the gut of his opponent, but the low angle takes him off-balance.

He is immediately rewarded for this lapse with a headbutt.
[Fight=5] > [Physique=3
Two shifts of Physical Stress taken

Larok reels back slightly, putting his hand on a table to steady himself- one board promptly explodes under his weight.

Nabih also checked how the bidding usually went, value-wise and rose a hand to offer a bid of his own. "How interesting." he commented with a quieter voice directed towards Ghaminia.

You raise your hand and immediately are awarded with a point and a tally machine above the booth ratcheting up to "50".
Interesting indeed.
[Rapport=4]
[Provoke=3]
As a new and sudden entrant into the auctions, a few fast bids to stay on top has you in control of the contract before it even leaves the 50's.
You are asked to move to the front and hand over 56 silver as bond for the Caravan contract. A sheet of parchment is given to you with the name and details of the contract, deadline next tradesday.
Apparently a "Merchant Fairnalt" is hoping to leave before noon today, although willing to leave tomorrow morning if necessary.

Meanwhile, Reece walks to join Ghamina and Tiat behind Nabih. "So, How goes it so far?"

[SOLDIER First]

Larok grunts and responds with a right hook of his own, aimed at the face.

[Tack]

[Fight=2] > [Fight=0]
Two shifts of Physical stress taken.

The favour is repayed and the punch sends the ogre stumbling with the force of the blow, strewing chairs as he goes.
He returns with a shoulder-rush.

[Fight=5] > [Physique=3]
Two shifts of damage taken.
3 Stress or a Mild (2) Consequence?

[SOLDIER First]

Stress.

Larok's opponent proceeds to be uppercutted in the jaw.

[Caellath]

Nabih handed over the silver and then returned to the small group. "Quite nice. I got us a contract, even. I suppose it is a good point to start us off. What do you think?" he said, presenting the parchment almost like it was a curio he had just bought off a pawn shop. It wasn't like he had never handled a contract - though clans liked verbal ones with witnesses better - but it was like a fresh step into a different culture and towards the realization of his dream.

"What seems to have prompted this request is exactly the bandit activity you have to take care of." he told Tiat, passing the contract on to Ghaminia. "Unless you think we should take more contracts, I believe we need to look for the rest of my possible recruits and also for appropriate lodging for all." He pulled out the list of suggested contacts, as well as another list with all the things he shouldn't fail to do, including searching for a good supplier of steel and renting a smithy to forge quality equipment for his crew.

Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)

Roll Contacts as Nabih searches for someone able to provide him with reasonable lodging for his company - he doesn't want to be too cheap. Use Fate in case of a bad result.

[Tack]

"Alright, I'm in. But only for these contracts, so I can catch the caravan out. Either way, I will still want to pick up one or two more." Tiat gives begrudgingly.
"As for recruitment, I could help? I know a few of the locals, and could round up some people."
"... However, considering what I saw in that auction, I doubt either of us will be anywhere near as competitive on price, so I could probably understand not wishing to delegate."

[Fight=2 > [Fight=1]
1 Shift of stress taken.
The ogre shifts his head just in the nick of time, backs off slightly and throws a jab.

[Fight=2] > [Physique=6]
Defended with Style. Free boost.

[Caellath]

"I could surely try to get us a couple more contracts." he replied, nodding in satisfaction. He then turned to Reece, picking up a piece of paper and a quill from his bag and transcribing some of the names in the original list given to him by the goblin, including a few that weren't included in the "cream of the cream" top spots. "I would appreciate if you could find this hunter Rashak, Woodworker Raymond and one of the cooks; preferentially the best of the two to work with if you are so well-informed. Also, I would like a couple more mercenaries or hunters of your choosing amidst these names to round out our company. Not too many, of course, so as to not strain my funds, but I would rather have a sizeable enough group to fend off trouble with ease than be stingy and end up with casualties."

Of course, the exact amount of leeway he was willing to give when hiring more people depended on how well the contracts paid, so as to not drive him towards early bankrupcy. Like he said, better spend a little more with personnel than ending a contract with less personnel than he started with.

Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)

Contracts! I want two more, ones that preferably don't clash with the ones we have. Re-roll terrible results via FP. Expenditure of a few coins over the expected amount more doesn't count as terrible since I'm saving the FP to prevent cash hemorrhage.

[SOLDIER First]

Larok pulls his arm and torso back, then delivers a punch that could easily shatter a human's jaw.

[Tack]

"I could surely try to get us a couple more contracts."

He gives a curt nod. "My, what a comprehensive list. Rashak, unfortunately, I just saw leave. He'll probably be gone from the city by now.
... As for the rest... Should I.. uh... trust you to re-imburse me?"
Failed empathy check

Tiat seems to be eyeing these proceedings with an appraising, if not admiring, look.

[Fight=1] > [Fight=2]
Two shifts of damage taken

The Ogre turns his head at the right moment and the fist glances off his jaw, careening into a nearby hanging and tearing it from the beam.
He turns and delivers a swift knee to the abdomen.

[Fight=5] > [Physique=5]
Tied -- (Take the blow) > One stress taken.

Once again, the slablike musculature stops any real damage from happening, but you're both beginning to breathe quite heavily.