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| Topic Started: Apr 15 2015, 10:07 AM (148 Views) | |
| Neriasis | Apr 15 2015, 10:07 AM Post #1 |
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Paperwork, it happened, it was also the least favored task of Argos’s guild leader Neriasis. As with many things though it had to be done. Sorting it was the biggest headache really, one pile for solo contracts, another for groups; and those two piles had their own sub piles to prepare later one that would decide upon difficulty and compensation. That did not even put in to consideration going through the contracts and determining if they should be charging more for the service they were providing. Sometimes they were being over paid, but that was not his concern, that was all on the person who had agreed to the terms of the contract. Once both parties had signed to a contract there was little to do to get out of it short of dying he supposed. There were other piles to be concerned with as well, one asking for the acquisition of less than legal goods and services; half of that pile would be passed on to Deadly Silence, the other half to his underground network of item seekers. Everything in that pile was also a closely kept secret, the side of Argos not to be seen by the common folk, the nobility, and particularly the politicians of Soto. Keeping on friendly terms with Deadly Silence was beneficial not just to Argos’s reputation of keeping seemingly away from straight up hired murderers; it gave the other guild another line of contact with potential contracts. A double cover up as it were, one layer being Argos the other layer being Deadly Silence, both denying ever taking the contracts in the first place. Argos might verbally refuse someone but still send the contract on to Deadly Silence who would then fill it. Payment could either be gained up front, as a bribe to keep quiet about such intents; or payment could be filled later by a sudden and unwanted visit from one of Deadly Silence’s collectors. Thus a pile for the assassin’s guild had been created. Sliding another sheet across the table into the Deadly Silence pile, which usually wasn’t too big, the drow wondered if they had the same method of paper sorting, or if they even bothered with paper at all. It also crossed his mind to wonder just how many contracts they received in a day, a week, a month, ect. Enough he imagined to keep them up and running, murder was a lucrative business after all. There were other things to worry about however as he shifted his hand under the pile of solo contracts pulling them towards his body. Pushing back from the table, taking the papers with him, he stood, rolling his free arm in its socket before pivoting to head out the door. As he exited his private chambers the shadows would form once more into the guise of Ni’ab the kind-hearted angel who for all appearances led Argos. Down the tunnels he would go, Argos quite literal was half underground in its physical infrastructure. Some of the tunnels were the actual sewers of Madrid, others had been there since the city was built long since forgotten. Blue prints either lost, stolen, or kept secret from the Sotoan authorities; mostly in part by Deadly Silence with help from Argos and a handful of fluctuating small guilds. Guilds that no long existed but at the time had been instrumental in finding and destroying or collecting said blueprints. New ones that inhabited lesser used portions of the underground network, that provided crucial information so that Deadly Silence and Argos would not be found with their trousers down, so to speak, if someone tried to come looking for them underground. The underground was not the only place to hide secrets, that would be too obvious, but it was still the easiest way to transport said secrets; thus keeping them secret and secure was a project that required cooperation from other sources such as Deadly Silence. Woe be to Neriasis if he should ever piss them off. Neriasis, now Ni’ab, took the tunnels up to the main building that served as a sort of front office for Argos. A place where the public could come to seek out a contract with the guild of mercenaries, as well as a location for members to pick up work. It was set up much like a tavern, or mess hall, with a swinging double door on the far end that led to a large kitchen connected to a generally well stocked cellar. There was also an upstairs that served to house a number of guild members in the most basic way, by stacking and placing as many beds as they could in to a crowded area. There were other buildings owned by Argos that provided much better housing, this was more for the ones that needed a quick place to crash, or new members often found it to be the most convenient place to sleep. The biggest draw of this building for Argos’s members was the bounty board-like setup on one wall, where all solo contracts were posted. Group contracts were assigned in a different manner, and often required members to have a number of solo contracts under the belt so that they could be properly assigned with a group. Ni’ab had five new assignments which he added to the board. Standing there for a moment to look over the contracts that were still posted, anything longer than a week and it had to come down for reevaluation. Usually it either came down to the payout not being worth the risk, or the job was posted too late in the window of needed availability that no one took it. It was never surprising to Ni’ab that people would try to push for a contract that needed to be done that same day or within the next couple of days. It was best to avoid those sorts of deals; they often tried to use the rush to underpay. However, he did not forbid members from taking such contracts on a freelance basis if they so desired. Turning around he was not surprised to see a few already starting to come take a look at the new postings, a bit like vultures with a fresh kill. Letting them get to it he made eye contact with a few giving a nod of acknowledgement as he passed, briefly sparing words with one who had a question on a previous contract. Sometimes he would stop altogether to play a game of dice or cards with them; it helped them feel more comfortable with him as a leader if he socialized. An absentee leader in a den of criminals was a leader who would not last long. On occasion he’d even had to throw down with the more ornery members of Argos, a show of strength and worth, as well as a source of entertainment for those not involved in the altercation. For Ni’ab it was about respect, whereas for Neriasis it had been more about intimidation. Both worked but the disguised drow was starting to learn that respect worked far better than straight intimidation. For now he could use a break. Outside of the building it was a calm day, still a bit chilly as spring had not quite loosened winter’s grip on the land. Dirty snow was still pushed off to the side of the roads in piles of varying degrees of grim, some were altogether black from smoke soot, others brown and dappled with pebbles. Wrapping a scarf about his neck before shoving his hands deep into pockets on the side of his cerulean sweater; sweater might be a generous description of the garment. It was open in the back to allow for his wings, tied about the next with a thick collar, long sleeves for the weather, though it would have left his back exposed if not for the careful wrapping of length upon length of fresh frost colored woolen cloth. Ni’ab walked with his head a little downcast to lessen the occasional sting of chill wind that rushed out from between buildings that he passed. The angel had no real destination in mind, just a leisurely stroll about the lower parts of the city. Argos’s leader would not be seen as a paranoid man who hid inside from all the world. Instead he much rather preferred that people see him, confront him, and what have you. |
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