Selling Small War Sloop.

[Minea 124]

*A poster hangs on the Abresi town board, words written in flowing script line the note, with the seal of the black Wolvengard Wolf*

 

Hail Citizens of Anthos, 

The Wolvengard wish to sell a sleek sloop o' war. This war sloop is a relic of the White Rose, a medium sized vessel used for raids or as escorts. The ship itself is fitted with a 6 metre ballista, useful defence against sea monsters and hefty as an offensive weapon. Bidding starts at 500 minas. Write below if ye are interested.  *other words are scribbled on, not as nicely written* bidding will go up by 50 minas.

 

*Nicely drawn sketches are posted along with note*

 

 

 

 

[The Cleaning Crew 571]

Gooms scans through the note and examines the sketches, tapping the side of his pumpkin in thought. After a moment, he nods and produces a small quill from one of his pouches. He writes a quick note in the bidding section: 

 

"Gooms'Lur of Gooms's Trading Post bids 500 minas."

[Garukumus 81]

A much nicer and more noticeable not is placed right over the top of the previous.

 

"501 minas for the ship. -Lord Regent Nigel Therving of Salvus"

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak grunts as he notices the poster, frowning as he notices his grossly overweight Minas pouch. He scribbles on the note quickly, placing an average sized reply underneath the pinned parchment.

 

"Ah wul bai da zhip fur Azh thuwdand Minaz. Zend mi ah burd abuwd id layta.

~Thurak, cheeftun ob da Braduk klan."

[Garukumus 81]

Nigel places a new poster.

 

"1001 minas. -Lord Regent Nigel of Salvus"

[Minea 124]

Starke McHaryn looks at the notes and their shamless sums written by the Lord Regent, was he trying to create mirth? he quickley scribbles on the note again, stopping such bids.

[The Cleaning Crew 571]

Gooms comes back to check up on how his bid is doing. He notices that Thurak has one of the higher bids now and shrugs, turning away.

 

"Wuz gunna gyb ed tu de urukz anehwayz." 

[Garukumus 81]

Nigel reposts his bid.

 

"1200 minas from the Lord Regent of Salvus. Be more careful how you word things next time."

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Nigel reposts his bid.

 

"1200 minas from the Lord Regent of Salvus. Be more careful how you word things next time."

Dorn, peers around. Reading the bid, he quickly tears it down stuffing it into his pocket. And marching off before anyone else can see it.

[Garukumus 81]

Nigel returns and, seeing that his bid has been taken down, places another.

 

 

"1100 minas from the Lord Regent of Salvus."

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Nigel returns and, seeing that his bid has been taken down, places another.

 

 

"1100 minas from the Lord Regent of Salvus."

Dorn peers around the corner, waiting for the man to walk away. Before quicky waddling over and  stuffing the piece of paper into his mouth, chewing it up.

[Minea 124]

Nigel returns and, seeing that his bid has been taken down, places another.

 

 

"1100 minas from the Lord Regent of Salvus."

Starke walks passed and notices the little dwarf ripping it up, running over he grabs the bid seeing it, not knowing that he missed out on 100 minas. ((STFU YIMM!))

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Dorn points an accusing finger at starke "Starke, ye' bettah give that back roight now!"

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak watches the bid sabotage from a nearby bench, chuckling to himself softly. He walks back over to the poster, replying once again in his rough handwriting

 

"Azh thuwzand, dub hundrud. Thurak, cheeftun ob da Braduk klan."

[Garukumus 81]

Nigel sees this going on and slips another note over the others.

 

"Someone would have to be darn stupid to pay 1200 minas on such a small boat.

 

-Lord Nigel Therving"