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Post by Northwestern Trading Co. on Sept 16, 2015 12:32:28 GMT -8
 The Northwestern Trading Company trades by sea across the northern and northwestern coastlines. This thread serves as a potential transition post for members of the NTC, and anyone who wishes to interact with them via the ocean. Events, like pirate attacks and storms, could also occur in this thread. |
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Dorman Bovar
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Roleplay posts: 47 
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Sept 19, 2015 14:00:10 GMT -8
Dorman rests atop the Robert's cabin, the Broadhead, taking in the fresh sea air and making sure the Varan mercenaries aboard the ship are tending to what they need to tend to.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 19, 2015 14:03:41 GMT -8
Robert walks out of the cabin to where Dorman is sitting.
"So, tell me, Dorman. When did you start the shipping business? What did you ship? How did you get the Vinar family to sponsor us, hmm?"
He sits down next to him and offers him a bottle.
"Elven wine. I had it hidden inside the mattress."
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Dorman Bovar
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Roleplay posts: 47
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Sept 19, 2015 14:24:32 GMT -8
"I am of House Bovar, and our sigil is that of the Raging Ocean. My clan is renowned throughout Asgeir as being excellent sailors. My fathers before me were sailors, pirates, and traders. And now so am I. I began my career as a pirate of sorts. I raided many port towns off the coastlines of the northwest in my youth, stealing their goods and selling them elsewhere. It worked for some time, until everyone on the coasts recognized my face."
Dorman grabs the bottle and drinks some of the wine. "It'll do, I suppose. Now, back on track. Being a trader means you deal with coin, right? Who else deals in coin? House Vinar. I don't know how, but ever since... well, the ancient days of the Varan, House Vinar has always been the wealthiest clan in Asgeir. They maintain a vast network of spies and assassins throughout Asgeir, and I've heard rumors there influence extends even in the rest of the Overworld. They're a... nuisance, sometimes. Long ago, they used cunning and trickery to usurp whole kingdoms. When the Cataclysm happened, clan Vinar promised to pay every man and woman who fought for the Thundering Three, and paid them they did. They may be assholes... but they're patriotic assholes. They use greed and treachery to get what they want. But... when Asgeir need's something done, and it requires finances, they turn to the Vinar, who supply us with endless wealth. They provide us the finances to run an army, to develop our lands, and more. We need them, despite their dastardly activities. Does that make sense? "It's like a dog who bites you... but you don't put it down because he protects your flock from wolves. You don't like it, but you need it."
"Anyway... when the High King wanted to expand Asgeir's economy, he called upon two men: me, and Vylo. Vylo provided me with the finances, and I was given the rights to own the NTC due to my experience and ancestral bloodline of being a good damn sailor."
<We can arrive in TPS whenver you wish. This thread is for discussion and such, like we're doing.>
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 19, 2015 14:32:29 GMT -8
"Oh, alright then."
Robert drinks some of the wine then puts it down.
"Are you married, Dorman? You look like the sort. If not, here's some advice for you: never trust redheads. They'll give you the time of your life, but they're insane, every one."
He sighs.
"Can't say it was worth it, but can't really say I regret it either."
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Some time later, the Broadhead arrives in the Phoenix state.
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Dorman Bovar
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Roleplay posts: 47
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Sept 20, 2015 3:39:30 GMT -8
"No, I am not married. Not yet. With what Vylo's given me, however, I could have any woman I want, no?" Dorman was joking of course, and he laughed a little. "We'll be heading for the Port of Ozmidas in the Phoenix State." < Exit to Port of Ozmidas[/lin]]> |
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