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[areyoua]

I roll a 7 and all I get is 1 florin a quarter! Oh well, I'll be back, economics!

Well, I really just disbanded them because for some reason I thought autumn came after spring, and I wanted to make sure that agriculture went on unhindered. Also, do we take money in at the beginning of quarters, or at the end? If at the beginning, I have 40f, but otherwise I have 35f.

Also, who's this areyoua person? I love the name, but mine is Prince George. He, Anyway Oriana, I hope you realize how much 5f a quarter is. I would ask that you wait until autumn when I'll be rolling in money, but I understand the anxiety a 40f debt is, so I'll provide you with 15f now, and 25f in autumn if you are willing. Of course, money has a price. We in Lencil have need of horses, and you can provide it, so that is what we will be expecting in return at a discounted price. A pretty high discounted price if you want 40f though... Also, it would greatly help your case if you were to, I don't know, stop stabbing people with your rapier?

15f to Oriana, if accepted, and a guarantee of cheap horses.

Still got 20-25 florins, though, what to do, what to do....

15f go towards even more city improvements, perhaps a fountain, perhaps more livable space, perhaps a library which holds books that the illiterate populous can't read. Anyway, 5-10f go towards the beginnings of a road connecting Lencil and the forests.
Just the beginnings, mind, I know that won't be enough to make asphalt roads from here to mars.

[micelus]

All in all the gross cost of the building would be 5 florins. A good enough price; not like he had cause to complain really, but it was half of his funds...Then again isn't this how father got rich? Risking his life, wealth, family and honour?

"Selima if you would please send for the owners, I would speak to them. And get the servants to bring up some wine from the cellars. Not the poor stuff but not really good stuff either."

"Yes Mahi"

A good talk with the owners would perhaps see the price go down a florin or two. While Mahiveno waited for them to arrive, he began planning out his strategy. Who to loan to and who to support, and who to not give anything. The merchants here would find the notes that the banks used extremely useful in transporting wealth and those in quick need of gold will be coming to the bank...Of course with his spending he'd have to request a sum from father; Mahi could already imagine the scolding, "I established a bank with only 2 florins and...", but he would endure it in word or speech to get this bank up and running, just to get a bit of respect...

The owners took a while bit long to arrive; they had not expected it perhaps. He saw them down the window at their villa door. Mahi left his study and came to the entrance hall.

The two were middle-classed and light of skin. That's where any resemblence ended.

The one on the left was fat, old, and wore an extravagent doublet and coat. His pants and shoes were of lesser quality, but his jewelry and hat made up for it. The hat had feathers. lots of feathers of every colour. Probably to hide his boldness.

The other one looked to be in his 30's, was slim and had more simple clothes. He had a frock with coat and boots and of course some pants. Thing was, most of it was in black or red.

"Ah just the two gentlemen I wanted to see. I am Mahiveno des Karesti. And who might yours be."

The old one smiles openly "I would be Fredrick Gendres and my companion here dosen't speak much. Hasn't spoke much since his mother died."

"Name's Podrick Faye."

"Sorry for your loss. Now we should go up to the study, we can talk of business there and of course there will be wine for our guest" Mahi said.

They went up and spoke and drank.

Action- Talk with the owners of the building. Haggle the price down to 3 or 4. Also ask if they would have any use of a bank.

(Would I be allowed to request funds from father?)

[Firelordsky]

I think I'll join this this one instead of You Are King

Name: Howard Bard
Occupation: Mercenary Captain
Age:22

Description: Howard is the 5th son of William Leader of the Rangers of the Fohg. His childhood was spent learning combat techniques and woodcraft. By the time he was 21 he was a superb marksman and a decent leader so he decided to strike out on his own and become a mercenary.

Appearance: Howard doesn't look like a commoner in any respect and because of his childhood he doesn't shave and looks like a forest trapper that doesn't know how to clothe himself.

Misc:
- Howard is also a budding adventurer and has completed some quests before and won 5 archery tournaments.
- He has 3 companions that are always with him during his adventures.
-One is his younger brother Alexander Bard who always looked up to him and was more than happy to go with his brother to earn fame and glory.
-Another is a surgeon he met on his way here by the name of Grigori Chenkya who Howard persuaded to join him and his brother because all mercenary guilds needed a medic.
-The 3rd is a carpenter who joined him after Howard rescued him from a pack of wolves whose name is William Gord.

[Dwarmin]

Oriana makes sure to bow low to the Prince...not that low, but still.

"Prince George, any aid you render me will be most appreciated, and Lencil will repeat the benefit many times over. I accept your offer...and all who know, can say my rapier stays firmly sheathed until it's drawn in defense of my honor."

She makes sure to smile, excusing herself from the court. Oriana hopes she caught the Princes favor...

As she leaves the palace, and waits for the carriage to arrive and take her back to her apartment, she wonders if she shouldn't hire someone to manage her finances...

Spoiler: stats (click to show/hide)

1. De Lia Pafilia (horse ranches)
+2f/quarter from de lia Pafilia after interest

40 florin debt, interest serviced by income from de lia Pafilia
15 florin owed in discounted Horses to Province Lencil

22f cash

[evilcherry]

((Dwarmin, are you sure you want to metagame this? How would the son of a certain banker from far-flung lands know a rancher in a landlocked country?))

[micelus]

((that's exactly what I was wondering))

[areyoua]

((Do you people dare doubt the effectiveness of the ESLPS (Enlightened States of Lencil Postal Service)?! Outrageous, but with enough expense, I'm sure that a message could get all the way down south on a traveler on horseback in a season or so. ))

[Dwarmin]

((All right, action rescinded, then. How big is is this land supposed to be?

Edit: Aww man, doubleteamed. By GM's and players, nice. 

))

[evilcherry]

((I'm going to do this character sheet. Updates by tomorrow latest.))

I think I'll join this this one instead of You Are King

Name: Howard Bard
Occupation: Mercenary Captain
Age:22

Description: Howard is the 5th son of William Leader of the Rangers of the Fohg. His childhood was spent learning combat techniques and woodcraft. By the time he was 21 he was a superb marksman and a decent leader so he decided to strike out on his own and become a mercenary.

Appearance: Howard doesn't look like a commoner in any respect and because of his childhood he doesn't shave and looks like a forest trapper that doesn't know how to clothe himself.

Misc:
- Howard is also a budding adventurer and has completed some quests before and won 5 archery tournaments.
- He has 3 companions that are always with him during his adventures.
-One is his younger brother Alexander Bard who always looked up to him and was more than happy to go with his brother to earn fame and glory.
-Another is a surgeon he met on his way here by the name of Grigori Chenkya who Howard persuaded to join him and his brother because all mercenary guilds needed a medic.
-The 3rd is a carpenter who joined him after Howard rescued him from a pack of wolves whose name is William Gord.

You come from Morwood, and you are at the Morwood/Lencil border.

[4]
Morwood was a place of turmoil, as it emerges from dynastic struggles with several states beyond the area. You led a regiment of professional archers, surplus from the wars, looking for a living other than on fields; it seems that everyone in Morwood can handle a bow, and experienced bowmen are always in great demand...

Spoiler: Howard Bard from Morwood (click to show/hide)

8f - note upkeep is 2f/quarter
Alexander Bard - Right-hand Man, brother
Grigori Chenkya - Surgeron
William Gord - Carpenter
1st Professional Archers (Nominal strength: 2)

((Do you people dare doubt the effectiveness of the ESLPS (Enlightened States of Lencil Postal Service)?! Outrageous, but with enough expense, I'm sure that a message could get all the way down south on a traveler on horseback in a season or so. ))

((You certainly have efficient postmen, but they cannot deliver to someone the sender couldn't know.))

[Firelordsky]

(dang-it i have upkeep)

Howard thought to himself "Why bother with Morwood now? I mean it's all peaceful now."
Then, Howard said to his party "We shall go to Lencil and establish a mercenary and adventurers guild!" Alexander pipped in"But, don't we need to make our selves known here?" Howard replied "Oh I forgot that. How about we do a few quests and help out around here?"

Try to find quests and work for our mercenaries and write a letter to the Prince about finding work with Lencil

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Dear Prince: I am a up-start mercenary captain experienced from fighting in the Morwood civil war and my men are whats left over from the war, so if you want to hire us to aid you in expanding to the new vulnerable city-states that the civil war made our price would be 2.5 florins for our service to supply our selves with the equipment necessary to get us up and going. Also, My Liege would you know of a relatively large building nearby the castle? And I'm willing to use my friend William who is a carpenter to aid your men in improving the infrastructure and my surgeon would be willing to heal your subjects as he's a doctor.
Sincerely,
Howard Bard

[Iituem]

If you're willing to accept a very casual player (posts only every few days), I wouldn't mind chancing this.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Roderigo il Bastardo

Occupation: Professional Gambler, Ex-Condottieri

Age: 32

Background:  Roderigo de Talaca was born the illegitimate son of a peasant woman and a notary.  Unlike that other illegitimate son of a peasant woman and a notary, Roderigo had no particular skill with art, engineering or design and neither the desire nor ability to become a polymath.  Roderigo joined up with a band of condottieri at the age of 12 because it meant being able to eat and by luck managed to survive his first few real encounters.  Because luck and survival are both a matter of practice, Roderigo continued both to survive and to be lucky.  He would never become a great leader or tactician, or a skilled and famous duellist.  He would survive the next twenty years in one of the most sporadically war-torn regions of the world, which is more than can be said for the majority of his fellows.

Somewhere along the way, Roderigo picked up the knack of luck - when to push it, when to not to try it, when to make his own and when to 'make his own', a skill that served him as much on the battlefield as it did on tavern tables.  Roderigo's commanders might have lost as many battles as they won, but Roderigo himself developed a keen talent for winning semi-consistently at dice, cards and any other game of chance he put his hand to.  He developed something of a reputation amongst those who travel in such circles and contrary to the early days when he would kill a man for bringing up his parentage (and did, on two occasions) began to revel in his bastardy, adopting the title 'il Bastardo' as a deliberate snub to anyone who took issue with it and a way of enhancing his reputation as a gambler.

Roderigo has recently suffered an ill turn of luck ("The Lady might have her favoured companions, but she can still be fickle...") and has wandered back into the region in search of fresh fortunes to be gained.

Misc:

+ Both parents are probably dead, and if they aren't Roderigo never went back to find out.  He has no siblings that he is aware of.  He might have some bastard children somewhere, but...
+ A knack for gambling of all kinds, including cheating as the case may require it.
+ Trained with use of the axe as a weapon of choice, or the polearm as a poor second.  Not an elegant nor particularly distinguished fighter.  By no means a master, just good enough to get in a hit and run.

[areyoua]

Argh. Your rolls will be the end of me evilcherry. Why must they all come to Lencil?! I guess it's because of our awesome luck cities Postal Service! Don't get me wrong, I love having people bring their talents to Lencil, but why must they all be constant drains on the budget?!

Is it really still spring? We've had two updates, and still I'm stuck without harvest time and 60 florins. 60 delicious florins.

"What do you mean I can't eat a florin?!"
"Sir, what are you talking about, I just said, 'What do you want to do about Mr. Bard?'"
"I'm not to be questioned Julian! You may have been at my side for longer than I remember-"
"15 years. You weren't even an adult when I started."
"But that doesn't give you the right-"
"Shouldn't we get back on-"
"To interrupt me all the time!"
"I'd say it does, son"
"..." "..." "..." "..." "..."
"Do you know who's turn it is to speak?"
"I reckon it's yours."
"Damn right it is. Send for the scribe, he'll have to take some dictation."
"Well, I guess the ESLPS can't be that overburdened."
"NO! I will have the last word this time!"
"I guess that's just too bad..."

The Letter to Howard Bard

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Dear Bard,
First, let me say how honored I am that you think of me as an aging pop(?) singer. Do you really want to put that in the letter, sir? Prince won't exist for centuries. Stop confusing the scribe, Julian! But let me get straight to the point: We would be glad to have you as a member of the Lencil Armed Forces, but we must discuss the matter of pay. Lencil is a rural, farming nation, and so we only really get a considerable sum of money during the autumn growing season, and it would also be trouble for the accountant to have to add a whole digit to his ledgers to break a florin in half. I also have to ask why your company needs an upkeep 25% higher than a standard Professional Archery company. Therefore, I would ask you to accept a pay of 2.25 a quarter, with 2 florins payed in Winter, Summer, and Spring and a 3 florin payout in autumn. However, I know the troubles faced by small business such as yours face, so I will allow you to personally take 1/4 of all loot obtained in battle under my command (more if your force represents more than 1/4 the total force) and all the loot in battles with you alone or with other mercenary companies. I will also hope that your friends the carpenter and the surgeon are included when hiring your company? I do hope you will agree to these terms, and that you will take a slightly more caring attitude towards the people of Lencil than some others.
From,
Prince George Walden

[Firelordsky]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Dear Prince:
I would also be happy to help with the fur industry with the florins you're paying us to help your economy. Anyways I accept this good deal sir
Best regards,
Howard

...............and its decided i now have a job with minimal profit, but the autumn income will help.

[areyoua]

"Julian, why does this man persist in calling me 'Prince'?"
"Well, he was very influential, but I think the real problem here is that he thinks we have a fur industry, which we don't."
"That's minor. My name, however, is a big deal."
"Sir, we're not barbarians, you still can't behead people for calling you the wrong thing."
"Fine, but you're certainly not getting the last word here."
"Aren't I?"

[vagel7]

((Banker guy, the guard didn't take the message for some reason. You must try something else, it seems that I have a traitor or a spy in my mist.))