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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 12, 2021 0:18:01 GMT
The Docks of VernalportA totally legitimate businessman in a leather coat a big hat, and with a metal leg and a glass eye shows up. He is carrying what looks like three different cargo manifests in three different languages and is coming from a ship that appears to have been shot at recently, with scoring along its hull indicating rockets had been used too. 'So... We's hearing your lot needs food and goods... Well, if you's be willing, we could cut you a deal. All's needed is for you's to not look too closely at these 'ere goods now and give us freedom to come and go as we please, verstehen? And, oh... What's this? It appears there's a brown envelope between my manifests and it has one of your'ses names on it.'
As he says that, a brown envelope is uncovered by one of the clipboards and is now visible. There appears to be a contract in it, but also something a lot heavier... Possibly gold, going by the thud it made as it landed on the table.
@imperiumdivinium
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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 12, 2021 0:18:30 GMT
Off the Beaches of the Imperium DiviniumA few hundred little rowboats started setting off from their motherships and making their ways to beaches, towns, and up rivers to find fresh and open markets to deliver their cargo to. Some of these boats were dingies, others were proper motorboats, and others still were old fashioned longboats. One thing they all shared in common was that they were overburdened with countless guns, knives, tactical vests, and uniforms from the Gankands and their occupants were all perfectly respectable businessmen on a mission to spread their wares to the masses.
Some simply set up stalls where they landed, listing prices in trade goods and currencies, whilst others were were more ambitious... After having travelled along a navigable river, one crew led by a man from Thosel named Piet de Boer was finally able to get to one of the larger towns, one which they had heard was the seat of a local lord called Samuel Coltain. Unlike the other Frijbuitja bands, his had vision. They had used their other goods and money to buy up lots of cheap guns from other bands at a bargain price and had organised for them to be made ready for sale overseas. Now that they were here, they planned to help arm a side in this impending civil war and make themselves all very rich in the process.
After causing a slight commotion when they came ashore in a small town, they were able to get the attention of the local lord and his security forces and were able to arrange for a meeting. He was certain to make a name for himself today.
Elsewhere in the land of Divinium, a similar plan was unfolding. The Frijbuitja Guthsliub was also arranging to meet with a lord, but off the opposing camp. He had unfortunately been saddled with the job of meeting with the Duke Bertran Harnau in order to try and solve his crew's liquidity problem. Whilst one of the larger bands, they had no choice but to come here. They had spent gotten unlucky during the war and only managed to capture supplies depots and such, which while useful for the war effort, left them saddled with goods that were nearly impossible to move normally.
They had at least ten-thousand men who had been left poorer than when they had started off, with little to show for it besides more tools of war and bodily injuries. Whilst not desperate, they were not ready to accept such a loss and had determined that come hell or high waters, they would make themselves a good bit of money. They were now here not just as merchants, but also as mercenaries. They were ready to fight for whoever paid them, so long as they got enough to retire afterwards.
With all this in mind, Guthsliub was escorted to meet a representative of the Duke and to negotiate his men the best terms they could get.
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