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[Hubris Incalculable]

I'd claim engineer, but i do't know if i can match maniac's amazingness.

[Powder Miner]

I would join but it appears you can't be a lowly miner D: or even head of mining >.>

[Armok]

I to, would like to comment on how awesome this is but don't feel ready to commit to a role.

[mainiac]

Don't be too hesitant here people, I can always just fire your ass if you go inactive. 

[Armok]

Ok, taking the engineer position then.

Morgul Forgeeyes. Female.

[Ghazkull]

Head of Security, if it pleases the CEO

Name: Onol Blackaxe
Gender: male

previous Employments:
3050- 3100: Private in the East Koboldland Trading Company
3100 - 3105: Seargent in the 6th Flamethrower-Division "Blowtorch"
3130 -3150: Captain  in the 312th Infantry Division "Meathshields"
3150-3200: unemployed

other Commendations:
3 Plump Hearts (for a lost eye, a lost ear and a lost beard)
1 Iron Carp (for taking part in the Gremlin-Uprising-Wars)
1 Medal of Dwarfiness (for surviving as POW of Goblins during the First-Plane-War)
1 GCS-Silk-Award with Gold Braids (for taking part in operation "Meatshield" and surviving)

[mainiac]

Welcome aboard folks!

[Ghazkull]

XDDD oh yes i almost forgot about that one...Squadron one you will run through the mines and weather the first salvo of the Canadians so that Squad to maybe take care of them and win the day XP

[Mullet Master]

As the lobby elevators open, you and Datan quickly take an assessment of the people there. Both of your eyes are darting back and forth.

Bomrek Fitzcactus is a short dwarf, extremely short. He has a long black beard, that has no less than three fat braids crisscrossing multiple times and ending somewhere near his knees. The suit he wears is a brown wool suit, nothing fancy, and his shoes are more like work boots than a businessman. There is a pool of water around him - you can hear the rain outside pounding the tin roof above the halls, creating a constant drone of dull pings.

There are a few more people here, a gruff looking dwarf in a dark trenchcoat carrying a submachine gun. Dwarven culture demands a show  of force, always. There are no plainclothes guards for high ranking officials. There's a young Dwarven woman, dressed in a gray wool skirt and suit jacket, shaking off a drenched yellow umrella.

You stride over to Bomrek and introduce yourself. The bodyguard looks you over suspiciously for a few seconds, and then averts his gaze to Datan.

"Bomrek. I am glad you could come on such a day. I am Urist..."

"That you are. You are to have a meal, correct?"

"Of course, Mr. Fitzcactus. We are going to have some roast... we'll head up there in a minute. Let me introduce you to my Banker and close personal friend, Datan. Datan Morulsanreb from..."


Datan is already over next to you, and is shaking Bomrek's hand vigorously. He uses his best salesman smile and says "Ginondomas Bank and Trust. Senior partner specializing in commercial...."

Bomrek releases Datan's hand and says :"We are to eat, and discuss dinner over food. This is my way, and it will be the way we conduct business tonight. If you will lead me to the dining hall, let us go now, before I drown in the puddle below me"

You quickly gesture to your secretary and everyone starts walking up a set of stairs to the board room. Inside, there is a great microcline table with a few covered silver dishes lined up, as well as a dozen bottles of booze lined beside it. You all take your seats as caterers enter the room to start serving you.
Bomrek takes a bottle of human "Tequila" and opens it, and takes a long sip. He says to you,

"Now, I have thought about your plans ever since I got into the car. You don't need to repeat yourself, I know what you want to do and why you want to do it. But you are going to have to do, is explain to me the following things.

One. You want me to mandate construction of something... do you realize this hasn't been done since ... well, 30 years ago when the earthquake hit Goiterboats.... how am I supposed to do this? I am to go in front of the council... and say what? That we need more locomotives, more machine tools, and more production?

My friends, especially you Datan, you know that it does not work like that. You have offered something of great value to the council, but you know we can never publicly speak of adamantium. You are going to offer us something publicly. There are going to be reporters there, always. The meetings are always broadcasted on the radio.

Furthermore, for my time in this caper, if this gets out then I am to be banished from the council forever. You know how the public feels about mandates. In a cruder time, I would be thrown on a mess of spikes. "

Bomrek eats a piece of kitten roast and washes it down with a swig of Longland Wine from a tall glass.  He gestures to his secretary and says :
"Dalot, will you hand the information on my constituency to them?"

[mainiac]

((Interesting.  I'll have to get creative for this one.))

[Armok]

Discovered a typo in the name I submitted: it should be Morus Forgeeyes, not Morgul.

Some more details:
She dresses in a way that is mainly practical, but has a tendency to personalize them with sewn on stuff, and goes for an "unique and stylish" or "hipsterish" style depending on who you ask. She always wears a blackened momocle because she kept losing track of her welding mask. She has a pet purring maggot which she loves dearly.

She is incredibly creative, loves to defy convention, is incredibly frank and candid in dealings with others, is immodest, almost never feels discouraged, makes friends quickly, tends to avoid crowds,    is very assertive, and can be very happy and optimistic. She likes the colour brown. She sees great beauty in machinery.

[mainiac]

((I can't think of anything brilliant so here goes plan B...))

Urist leaned forward on her elbows and folder her hands, tapping her fingertips lightly together as she watched the politicians voracity.
"Ah yes, the mandates.  You don't have to have been in the business long to know they are quite the bogeyman.  Foreman used to tell stories of them to the new hires back in the day I'm sure.  But I'm sure you can over come their unpopularity, all you need is an even bigger bogeyman... I suppose I could fill that role for you.
"Consider this plan.  You bring before the council a tiny piece of non-controversial legislation on our nations outdated infrastructure.  It doesn't cost anything to put in a request for the price of say, 5 locomotives from all factories capable of producing them, namely this one.  A couple days later, I respond to the request saying no, not for any price.  A curious response for sure, and you would be justified in demanding a justification.  I say that I will not comply with the council's wishes on that either...
This would not be the biggest scandal in the world but the council will demand action so they don't look impotent.  So then you release a plan brilliant in it's simplicity.  Mandate that either this factory either creates a huge number locomotives, rails, signal towers, everything needed to completely fix up our rail network... or publishes a simple one page report estimating the cost of your original price estimate.  Who could hold you unreasonable for making such a simple request?  You look the part of  the unflappable leader who wouldn't back down.  And I have the mandate I need to screw over the elves."

[Armok]

Brilliant.

[mainiac]

It's nice of you to say that but it feels underwhelming to me.

[Mullet Master]

Urist leaned forward on her elbows and folder her hands, tapping her fingertips lightly together as she watched the politicians voracity.

"Ah yes, the mandates.  You don't have to have been in the business long to know they are quite the bogeyman.  Foreman used to tell stories of them to the new hires back in the day I'm sure.  But I'm sure you can over come their unpopularity, all you need is an even bigger bogeyman... I suppose I could fill that role for you.

"Consider this plan.  You bring before the council a tiny piece of non-controversial legislation on our nations outdated infrastructure.  It doesn't cost anything to put in a request for the price of say, 5 locomotives from all factories capable of producing them, namely this one.  A couple days later, I respond to the request saying no, not for any price.  A curious response for sure, and you would be justified in demanding a justification.  I say that I will not comply with the council's wishes on that either...
This would not be the biggest scandal in the world but the council will demand action so they don't look impotent.  So then you release a plan brilliant in it's simplicity.  Mandate that either this factory either creates a huge number locomotives, rails, signal towers, everything needed to completely fix up our rail network... or publishes a simple one page report estimating the cost of your original price estimate.  Who could hold you unreasonable for making such a simple request?  You look the part of  the unflappable leader who wouldn't back down.  And I have the mandate I need to screw over the elves."


Bomrek's jaw drops. His secretary has dropped her pen, and the guard's eye twitches slighty.
"Urist...you're insane.This... "

Datan drops his cavy-tallow biscuit and wipes his mouth with a napkin. "I think Urist has a point. You see, the public views mandates as governmental waste. But, let's focus narrowly on our own city of Dregori. We have an awful transportation network, and over 80% of the city is no longer served by rails. Sure, we have automobiles , but only a hundred years ago you could ride the rails anyway, plus, only the top 5% of the city has an automobile.

I think it is no stretch that public opinion is going to favor upgrading the transportation network. You know, companies like Benthammers have perpetually been a demon looming over the city. At one point in time 80% of this city was employed by a factory. Now it is only 10%. Everyone blames the old factory barons - but we know very much why there is no production. No war, and no expansion. Stagnation."

Datan stands up and walks over to a freestanding chalkboard and picks up a piece of chalk.

"Now, my bank is fully prepared to assist in getting capital for any government project, at the lowest possible interest rates, of course. "

Bomrek says "Well, in that case. Maybe it is the best. We don't have a war, we don't have a clearly defined enemy. Urist, you are going to to lose what is left of your reputation, and reporters will slander you on a daily basis."

"This will be our one and only formal business meeting together. Everything seems like we are doing something great here.I hope, that in the end, we will be engraved as heroes and not villians."
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A few hours pass, and the plan is outlined. Bomrek and Urist will clash on the council floor. Datan will arrange financing for the locomotives and will be declared chief auditor of the project. Bomrek will appoint two chief officers to Benthammers to ensure public funds are managed properly, Onol Blackaxe , a former war hero, and Morus Forgeeyes , an engineer whose unconventional style is popular with the media.

==================== GAME PAUSED ============================
No decisions need to be made this turn.   I am going to make a separate thread shortly that will give you all the information required to play the rest of the game, basically an information thread. On the company, the political situation, and the random stuff that was at the bottom of my first posts.

The next turn is going to be the council meeting.