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The Underground Fort Trade Center
There is a small patch of ground on which there is a large hut. A tunnel leads up to the hut. In the hut, there is a goblin merchant. He stands there, waiting for a trade to be negotiated. He has many items of use for all tech levels, but he'll wan't something in return. You'd have to trade currency or items of use for the orcs, goblins, humans, and dark wizards that live under the earth. You must RP the trade, you must RP everything.

Items
Please take notice that there are no prices. The numbers next to the items are the amount in stock. They are sorted by type. Please don't buy things out of your tech level. This Trade Center will gradually better its inventory.

Pre-Modern/Modern/Post-Modern
Guns
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Pistol (400)
Machine Gun (200)
Bazooka (50)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]
Vehicles
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Motorcycle (50)
Assault Tank (15)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]

Near-Future/Future
Guns
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Stun Pistol (500)
Blaster Pistol (300)
Plasma Cannon (50)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]
Vehicles
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Hoverbike (50)
Hovertank (15)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]

Magic
Magic Powders
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Blessed Magic Powder (15)
Light Magic Powder (25)
Grey Magic Powder (50)
Dark Magic Powder (50)
Cursed Magic Powder (25)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]
Blades
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Enchanted Mini Dagger (300)
Enchanted Standard Dagger (150)
Enchanted Large Dagger (75)
Enchanted Sword (50)

Cursed Mini Dagger (200)
Cursed Standard Dagger (100)
Cursed Large Dagger (50)
Cursed Sword (20)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]
Animals
[code:1:086c9c7d84]White Horse (30)
Black Horse (50)
Beast (25)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]

All
Blades
[code:1:086c9c7d84]Mini Dagger (500)
Standard Dagger (300)
Large Dagger (150)
Sword (100)

Poisoned Mini Dagger (300)
Poisoned Standard Dagger (150)
Poisoned Large Dagger (75)
Poisoned Sword (50)[/code:1:086c9c7d84]

Note: There are no prices. You must negotiate everything. No "I'll take 5000 of everything here." You must RP sending a representative, RP bartering, and RP the trade. The more items you get, the harder it is to negotiate.

Remember, this is only a hut. Until this Trade Center upgrades, there will be no more than 300 normal items and 15 vehicles per purchase. You'd have to give it one RL day to restock after a large purchase before you are able to do a large purchase.

Descriptions
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Pre-Modern/Modern/Post-Modern
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Near-Future/Future
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Magic
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All
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Let the Trading Begin

This is an interesting idea, however, there is not nearly enough detail on it yet for me to make a choice on whether I want to buy anything. I'll wait for the stats.

Don't worry. The stats will come tomorrow.

master- hmmmmmm hoverbikes? image what we could do with hover bikes?

Servant-i dont know sir what could we do?

Master- well we could sell them to the public or use them as luxurious automobiles, or we could even use them for officers of the military.

Servant- good idea master

master- phone the secritary of defense and have him send a military arms buyer and some soldiers over there. and a couple officers too.

Servant- Right away sir

A Terran Emissary steps into the hut, eyeing the Goblin with suspicion. Disregarding his instincts to run away, he bowed in front of the creature and smiled.

"My master, Emperor El' Jonson of the Republic of Ancient Terra, wishes to acquire some poisoned blades. Although we could probably make these weapons ourselves, we are told that your poisons are especially potent, and our Master of Assassins has requested your blades."

The Emissary settled his backpack on the ground. Inside it were several things to trade. The goblin eyed the bag happily.

"We have need of 100 Large Poisoned Daggers. What would you take in trade?" the Emissary asked.

IC:The skaven in folded robes stepped into a tunnel much like one of thier burrows. Seeing as the goblin was busy he had to wit his turn.

A Zedem monk stepped into the hut. He had been sent to acquire some magic powders and test their efficiency. In return, he carried with him the Egg of a Skrasher. And a knife made of the finest Plasteel.

A Terran Emissary steps into the hut, eyeing the Goblin with suspicion. Disregarding his instincts to run away, he bowed in front of the creature and smiled.

"My master, Emperor El' Jonson of the Republic of Ancient Terra, wishes to acquire some poisoned blades. Although we could probably make these weapons ourselves, we are told that your poisons are especially potent, and our Master of Assassins has requested your blades."

The Emissary settled his backpack on the ground. Inside it were several things to trade. The goblin eyed the bag happily.

"We have need of 100 Large Poisoned Daggers. What would you take in trade?" the Emissary asked.

"The population of The Underground Fort has greatly increased," the goblin explains. "We used to raid other nations or raise food on the small patch of surface area we own. However, now overpopulation is leading us near starvation. Our cities' supplies of food are running low. What kind of food would you be willing to give us for 100 of our Large Poisoned Daggers?" The goblin shopkeeper then turns to his assistant.

"Get 25 more Large Poisoned Daggers from our warehouse," the shopkeeper tells him. With that, the assistant goes down the tunnel into the familiar tunnel system of The Underground Fort.

A Small Military helicopter lands in the field in which the hut is placed,

4 Men Step out,

1 which looks like a highly paid and pampered government offical
And
3 Military men, 1 with exceptionally noticable more awards then the others, all of them carrying rifles.

They walk into the hut and see that many other people have heard of this rather strange storefront.

The shop keep comes to them.

"What do you need" asked the goblin

"We would like to see your Hover Bikes" Said the most decarated military man, undoubtedly an officer.

The Terran Emissary squirmed a bit, trying to think of a solution. Suddenly, an idea snapped into his head. He clicked his fingers and unfastened a clasp on his bag. He withdrew a datadisk about the size of his thumb.

"On this disk are the plans for something we call an EIAM...it's short for an Environmentally Independent Agricultural Module. We originally designed the things when we were thinking of establishing a research outpost on the moon. We abandoned that idea when the cost of the project reached the Parliament, but the technology is quite viable."

He paused for a second to slide the disk into his Pocket PC. He called up the plans, then bent over to show the Goblin.

"An EIAM recreates a natural growing environment practically anywhere there's light. They're ugly, but they get the job done. A single EIAM module can provide food for 500 people per year, and they're fairly cost effective; actually, within five years it pays for itself. Over the long term, it's much cheaper than buying food from other countries. All you need is this module, some electricity, and a constant source of water. As you live underground, I take it you know where to find subterranean streams?"

The Emissary was about to turn off his pocket PC when he paused.

"Of course, this technology was rather pricey to develop." he added, nodding significantly at the Goblin.

The Terran Emissary squirmed a bit, trying to think of a solution. Suddenly, an idea snapped into his head. He clicked his fingers and unfastened a clasp on his bag. He withdrew a datadisk about the size of his thumb.

"On this disk are the plans for something we call an EIAM...it's short for an Environmentally Independent Agricultural Module. We originally designed the things when we were thinking of establishing a research outpost on the moon. We abandoned that idea when the cost of the project reached the Parliament, but the technology is quite viable."

He paused for a second to slide the disk into his Pocket PC. He called up the plans, then bent over to show the Goblin.

"An EIAM recreates a natural growing environment practically anywhere there's light. They're ugly, but they get the job done. A single EIAM module can provide food for 500 people per year, and they're fairly cost effective; actually, within five years it pays for itself. Over the long term, it's much cheaper than buying food from other countries. All you need is this module, some electricity, and a constant source of water. As you live underground, I take it you know where to find subterranean streams?"

The Emissary was about to turn off his pocket PC when he paused.

"Of course, this technology was rather pricey to develop." he added, nodding significantly at the Goblin.

"That is no problem," the goblin shopkeeper replies. "As well as your 100 Poisoned Large Daggers, I'll throw in the valuable recipee for the deadly poison itself - something that is well worth the trade for the EIAM plans."

A Small Military helicopter lands in the field in which the hut is placed,

4 Men Step out,

1 which looks like a highly paid and pampered government offical
And
3 Military men, 1 with exceptionally noticable more awards then the others, all of them carrying rifles.

They walk into the hut and see that many other people have heard of this rather strange storefront.

The shop keep comes to them.

"What do you need" asked the goblin

"We would like to see your Hover Bikes" Said the most decarated military man, undoubtedly an officer.

"Oh," the goblin shopkeeper says. He calls an assistant and says to him, "Lead these kind soldiers to the vehicle hut around back where the Hoverbikes are. They wish to see our nice bikes." The assistant leads the soldiers to the hut.

A Zedem monk stepped into the hut. He had been sent to acquire some magic powders and test their efficiency. In return, he carried with him the Egg of a Skrasher. And a knife made of the finest Plasteel.

"Greetings," the shopkeeper says. "Do you want to sample some of our fine daggers or are you here for something else?"

"Powders. Magical. I have been sent to evaluate their potency. In return I bring the egg of a fearsome beast and a knife made of the finest plasteel"

Hmmmm, interesting these are very advanced models of motorcycles, We will take 100 of them or how ever many u had???

Outside the Hut, a khaki-coloured Deuce-and-a-Half Truck pulls up, with the logo of the Roycelandian Imperial Guard on the side.

Several soldiers in the Uniform of the Imperial Guard dismount, with one of them, clearly and Officer, approached the Goblin.

"Good Day to you, kind Merchant. His Imperial Majesty Emperor Royce I has bid us to come here and trade with you for 1000 of your Motorcycles. He has been led to beleive that they are of the finest quality and far surpass anything that could be produced by Imperial Motors.

Now, we understand that such an order will require more than Hard Currency, so may I be so bold as to enquire what form of remuneration would be satisfactory?"

The Terran Emissary nodded happily.

"Thank you. We accept your offer." He handed the creature the datadisk, along with the Pocket PC device. "Don't hesitate to contact us if you have any problems with the EIAM's."

He adjusted a microphone his shirt and hit the transmit button.

"This is Emissary Galen to Helo 2-B. I've obtained the supplies. Stand by to recieve roughly 300 pounds of cargo. Notify Koriko Airbase of my imminent return."

"Roger, sir." came the reply. The Emissary bid the Goblin a good day, and was pleased when four men helped carry the daggers out to the Dassault Helicopter waiting in a clearing nearby. The daggers were loaded, and without any delay, the helicopter lifted off.

Dont you hate it when an excellent and promising RP/thread suddenly gets abandoned for no readily apparent reason?

Well...i cant be bothered to RP a tag, waste of time(i dont have enough of it!) soTAG

I guess I'll just give this a well-needed BUMP.