The Merchant Guilds
19-03-2005, 15:40
OOC: This is a general RP but its focus is Earth 0, please note this is in secret. You can ‘notice’ the effects of course but it is a spin of the probable war that is the talk of NS atm, and is part of the Guilders long-term plans for the world.
So feel free to get involved, as you like.
Warning: This RP contains offensive concepts and language in places, so if you are easily offended I would not advise reading this.
IC:
It was a dark typically icy morning in the ice-ridden colony of Urbania (Greenland). Gotthab had been hit by another blizzard that night, even now it’s citizens and members of the local volunteer para-military defence legions could be seen use specially designed vehicles and in some cases just shovels to move the accumulated snow. Several miles outside Gotthab stood a Guild Military complex, the re-enforced concrete structures mainly hidden by the heavy weight extremities of the snow, but the entrance had obviously been shoveled earlier by the slaves. Who were now being lead back into the complex to attend the many tasks that awaited their day ahead. Two Guild soldiers dressed in their smart black uniforms with the Runic Early Christian Symbols on the collars, indicating that they were members of the Corpus Christi, the Emperor’s own bodyguard.
In the distance the guards could see tens of vehicles of varying colours and descriptions, but all looked expensive… the Guilders disliked motor transportation generally they considered it a complete waste of resources in anything but warfare and supply situations…
One of the guards, quite an old man with greying hair spat at the ground before reaching into his uniform for a packet of cheap and coarse ‘Victory Finest Blend’ black tobacco cigarettes. He looked across to his comrade, a woman of again late years but with a body like that of any man in the Imperial Guilder Military. She looked at the cigarettes appraisingly and after a few seconds of deciding whether to risk a fine by having one on duty or not, she took one out of the proffered cheap looking packet, as did her male comrade. He then promptly got out a box of matches and struck a match behind his cupped hand. She began puffing away on the coarse black tobacco irregularly, causing more smoke and mist to appear from her mouth and nasal area.
So what do you think this lot are about then?
Asked the greying man.
God knows, but whoever they are, Zabic wants to impress them all right, probably foreign bastards.
The woman replied in coarse tone, and her comrade simply grunted his ascent at the analysis of the situation.
After some minutes the cars began pulling up and letting out their cargo of well dressed and wrapped up men and women of varying ages, colours and facial features. The two guards had long hidden their cigarette butts in the grimy sludge on the floor, their weapons smartly on their shoulders.
The guests were shown past them by well-dressed slaves, who were directing them down the hall through a security check point checking for weapons of any description. Then they walked and in some in cases waddled into a well-lit hall formally the bunker's canteen, it had been richly furnished indeed with plush wall hangings, tapestries, gold and silverware was everywhere. In the middle of he room stood a large expensive looking table, in it’s centre a gold and platinum layered Imperial Guilder Coat of Arms was present over which hung an expensive looking chandelier. On the table itself stood crystal decanters filled with rich expensive looking liquids and well dress servants stood either side of the table ready to serve the people concerned.
The men and women began making small talk and chatting as servants fetched them anything they wished be it nibbles or Single Malt. After this had gone on for some twenty minutes and some of the guests had already drunk more than a little, two black uniformed men and one in a lighter dust coloured military jacket with weird insignia entered.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats we have much to discuss, I am Criticus Zabic, Advisor to the Emperor, and these are representatives of the Knights of Saint Peter and the Knights Templar.
He said nodding at the two men accompanying him
The man on my right you can call Lucius, he is of the Templar
He said indicating a skinny but sharp-eyed man, with red collar tabs on his uniform.
The man on my left you can call Antonius, he is of Saint Peter
He said again indicating a bespeckled but ruthless looking man on his left.
Shall we begin?
He asked the assembled persons, he received a sort of polite grunt of ascent to this idea.
There was a noise of scrapping chairs and people generally making themselves comfortable.
Zabic sat down at the head of the table with the two representatives of two of the most reviled organisations in the entire Nation States world.
Now you should all know each other. You are the most powerful, most ruthless people who live outside the law on this Earth, you come from my diverse backgrounds… the Mafia, Triads, Yakuza, Pirate Lords, Drug Lords, Illegal Arms Brokers, People Trafficking gangs and almost all other forms of crime and illegal activity.
We have asked you here for a very specific purpose, you on our bequest will start causing mayhem and largely increased problems for an alliance of nations known as the IADF, most especially for a nation known as the Macabee’s or the Empire of the Golden Throne. Now whilst we and our allies have caused you problems in the past on Religious and Ethical grounds, we are nothing compared to what this lot of Imperialist dogmatic scum will do to you and your organisations. They will try and stop you from practicing your ‘services’ far more than we have ever done.
Thus we ask you to attack their merchant vessels, increase drugs shipments to their country, try and cause problems for their police forces, ship arms to any splinter groups in the country and to smuggle in terrorists and our agents.
Zabic finished.
There was uproar in the room, men and women looked aghast at this insane proposal from the Guilder…
A rather copious man in a slightly stained tuxedo stood up with some difficulty and slurred.
Why the fuck should we work for you? We risk our organisations by doing this for what, mutual solidarity with you… You fucking burn our operatives at the stake and torture them on live television for fucks sake. I would rather help the Empire of the Golden Throne than you monstrous Catholic dogs.
There was a general grunt of ascent and some sparse clapping.
Zabic simply smiled…
We were expecting this, sort of resistance from you all. Lucius if you please.
He said calmly. Lucius stood up signaling a few slaves to pull back some wall hangs via their golden cords it revealed a large screen.
We had anticipated your lack of Christian charity and co-operation, thus we decided to take shall we say ‘extra measures’
Lucius said only to be interrupted by the loud-mouthed fat man again.
So what are you going to do threaten our organisations with destruction? Kidnap our families then?
He shouted and was in turn interrupted by the calm sounding Lucius.
Well done Bolivar, you got it in two
The screen turned on into a split screen with lot of people of varying ages huddled up together in bland concrete cells. The room went insane almost literally with people shouting for blood and screaming in anger…
The fat man named Bolivar smashed a crystal goblet on the table and began a fast waddle towards Lucius, who watched him with a enigmatic smile on his face. When the man finally reached Lucius, he swung the sharp goblet end at him, Lucius simply caught his arm and broke it with a very sharp crack in a series of quick movements. Bolivar collapsed to the floor in pure agony, screaming… this combined with the doors opening and thirty or so Corpus Christi entering with guns pointing at the assembled crime lords.
Once quiet had been restored and Bolivar shut up with a rag stuffed in his fat mouth by one of the Corpus Christi. Zabic continued…
If you do as we tell you your families shall live, if you have done as your friend Bolivar has done here, your families will suffering an interesting and drawn out fate.
If you think that isn’t enough, what you have been drinking has contained half of a very painful fatal poison, should you not do as we ask in addition, we will find a way to add the other half to your diet.
Now, I suggest you leave in an orderly fashion, you shall all receive copies of the fate of Bolivar here and his family, do what we tell you too or remember what happens. Never forget it.
The assembled delegates shuffled out hurriedly making for their cars before anything else happened, only Bolivar remained…
Now, Bolivar that was a mistake wasn’t it.
Said Zabic…
Several days later the crime lords, who had attended the conference received a copy of Bolivar and his families fate.
It was 7 hours long highlights session, few watched it the entire way through since it was too appalling for any human being of sane mind to watch.
Bolivar has been subjected to the rack and had then been hung, drawn and quartered on live television, while the crowd cheered as he screamed in pain
His family fared worse, his two daughters one 16, one 14 were raped by men and women alike and then forced to have sexual intercourse with a rather well endowed stallion. This the commentary said caused internal bleeding, which killed them 2 days later, whilst still having their skin cut off for the voyeuristic pleasure of the Emperor himself.
His wife was forced to watch the proceedings of the daughters slow deaths before she too received the same treatment.
After this footage was done, a picture was shown of what was done with the ladies bodies, they had been cosmetically restored and put in the position of suckling pigs with a red apple in their mouths… vacant eyes staring ahead. All on a little bed of salad on an extremely well made and decorative sold silver plate.
So feel free to get involved, as you like.
Warning: This RP contains offensive concepts and language in places, so if you are easily offended I would not advise reading this.
IC:
It was a dark typically icy morning in the ice-ridden colony of Urbania (Greenland). Gotthab had been hit by another blizzard that night, even now it’s citizens and members of the local volunteer para-military defence legions could be seen use specially designed vehicles and in some cases just shovels to move the accumulated snow. Several miles outside Gotthab stood a Guild Military complex, the re-enforced concrete structures mainly hidden by the heavy weight extremities of the snow, but the entrance had obviously been shoveled earlier by the slaves. Who were now being lead back into the complex to attend the many tasks that awaited their day ahead. Two Guild soldiers dressed in their smart black uniforms with the Runic Early Christian Symbols on the collars, indicating that they were members of the Corpus Christi, the Emperor’s own bodyguard.
In the distance the guards could see tens of vehicles of varying colours and descriptions, but all looked expensive… the Guilders disliked motor transportation generally they considered it a complete waste of resources in anything but warfare and supply situations…
One of the guards, quite an old man with greying hair spat at the ground before reaching into his uniform for a packet of cheap and coarse ‘Victory Finest Blend’ black tobacco cigarettes. He looked across to his comrade, a woman of again late years but with a body like that of any man in the Imperial Guilder Military. She looked at the cigarettes appraisingly and after a few seconds of deciding whether to risk a fine by having one on duty or not, she took one out of the proffered cheap looking packet, as did her male comrade. He then promptly got out a box of matches and struck a match behind his cupped hand. She began puffing away on the coarse black tobacco irregularly, causing more smoke and mist to appear from her mouth and nasal area.
So what do you think this lot are about then?
Asked the greying man.
God knows, but whoever they are, Zabic wants to impress them all right, probably foreign bastards.
The woman replied in coarse tone, and her comrade simply grunted his ascent at the analysis of the situation.
After some minutes the cars began pulling up and letting out their cargo of well dressed and wrapped up men and women of varying ages, colours and facial features. The two guards had long hidden their cigarette butts in the grimy sludge on the floor, their weapons smartly on their shoulders.
The guests were shown past them by well-dressed slaves, who were directing them down the hall through a security check point checking for weapons of any description. Then they walked and in some in cases waddled into a well-lit hall formally the bunker's canteen, it had been richly furnished indeed with plush wall hangings, tapestries, gold and silverware was everywhere. In the middle of he room stood a large expensive looking table, in it’s centre a gold and platinum layered Imperial Guilder Coat of Arms was present over which hung an expensive looking chandelier. On the table itself stood crystal decanters filled with rich expensive looking liquids and well dress servants stood either side of the table ready to serve the people concerned.
The men and women began making small talk and chatting as servants fetched them anything they wished be it nibbles or Single Malt. After this had gone on for some twenty minutes and some of the guests had already drunk more than a little, two black uniformed men and one in a lighter dust coloured military jacket with weird insignia entered.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats we have much to discuss, I am Criticus Zabic, Advisor to the Emperor, and these are representatives of the Knights of Saint Peter and the Knights Templar.
He said nodding at the two men accompanying him
The man on my right you can call Lucius, he is of the Templar
He said indicating a skinny but sharp-eyed man, with red collar tabs on his uniform.
The man on my left you can call Antonius, he is of Saint Peter
He said again indicating a bespeckled but ruthless looking man on his left.
Shall we begin?
He asked the assembled persons, he received a sort of polite grunt of ascent to this idea.
There was a noise of scrapping chairs and people generally making themselves comfortable.
Zabic sat down at the head of the table with the two representatives of two of the most reviled organisations in the entire Nation States world.
Now you should all know each other. You are the most powerful, most ruthless people who live outside the law on this Earth, you come from my diverse backgrounds… the Mafia, Triads, Yakuza, Pirate Lords, Drug Lords, Illegal Arms Brokers, People Trafficking gangs and almost all other forms of crime and illegal activity.
We have asked you here for a very specific purpose, you on our bequest will start causing mayhem and largely increased problems for an alliance of nations known as the IADF, most especially for a nation known as the Macabee’s or the Empire of the Golden Throne. Now whilst we and our allies have caused you problems in the past on Religious and Ethical grounds, we are nothing compared to what this lot of Imperialist dogmatic scum will do to you and your organisations. They will try and stop you from practicing your ‘services’ far more than we have ever done.
Thus we ask you to attack their merchant vessels, increase drugs shipments to their country, try and cause problems for their police forces, ship arms to any splinter groups in the country and to smuggle in terrorists and our agents.
Zabic finished.
There was uproar in the room, men and women looked aghast at this insane proposal from the Guilder…
A rather copious man in a slightly stained tuxedo stood up with some difficulty and slurred.
Why the fuck should we work for you? We risk our organisations by doing this for what, mutual solidarity with you… You fucking burn our operatives at the stake and torture them on live television for fucks sake. I would rather help the Empire of the Golden Throne than you monstrous Catholic dogs.
There was a general grunt of ascent and some sparse clapping.
Zabic simply smiled…
We were expecting this, sort of resistance from you all. Lucius if you please.
He said calmly. Lucius stood up signaling a few slaves to pull back some wall hangs via their golden cords it revealed a large screen.
We had anticipated your lack of Christian charity and co-operation, thus we decided to take shall we say ‘extra measures’
Lucius said only to be interrupted by the loud-mouthed fat man again.
So what are you going to do threaten our organisations with destruction? Kidnap our families then?
He shouted and was in turn interrupted by the calm sounding Lucius.
Well done Bolivar, you got it in two
The screen turned on into a split screen with lot of people of varying ages huddled up together in bland concrete cells. The room went insane almost literally with people shouting for blood and screaming in anger…
The fat man named Bolivar smashed a crystal goblet on the table and began a fast waddle towards Lucius, who watched him with a enigmatic smile on his face. When the man finally reached Lucius, he swung the sharp goblet end at him, Lucius simply caught his arm and broke it with a very sharp crack in a series of quick movements. Bolivar collapsed to the floor in pure agony, screaming… this combined with the doors opening and thirty or so Corpus Christi entering with guns pointing at the assembled crime lords.
Once quiet had been restored and Bolivar shut up with a rag stuffed in his fat mouth by one of the Corpus Christi. Zabic continued…
If you do as we tell you your families shall live, if you have done as your friend Bolivar has done here, your families will suffering an interesting and drawn out fate.
If you think that isn’t enough, what you have been drinking has contained half of a very painful fatal poison, should you not do as we ask in addition, we will find a way to add the other half to your diet.
Now, I suggest you leave in an orderly fashion, you shall all receive copies of the fate of Bolivar here and his family, do what we tell you too or remember what happens. Never forget it.
The assembled delegates shuffled out hurriedly making for their cars before anything else happened, only Bolivar remained…
Now, Bolivar that was a mistake wasn’t it.
Said Zabic…
Several days later the crime lords, who had attended the conference received a copy of Bolivar and his families fate.
It was 7 hours long highlights session, few watched it the entire way through since it was too appalling for any human being of sane mind to watch.
Bolivar has been subjected to the rack and had then been hung, drawn and quartered on live television, while the crowd cheered as he screamed in pain
His family fared worse, his two daughters one 16, one 14 were raped by men and women alike and then forced to have sexual intercourse with a rather well endowed stallion. This the commentary said caused internal bleeding, which killed them 2 days later, whilst still having their skin cut off for the voyeuristic pleasure of the Emperor himself.
His wife was forced to watch the proceedings of the daughters slow deaths before she too received the same treatment.
After this footage was done, a picture was shown of what was done with the ladies bodies, they had been cosmetically restored and put in the position of suckling pigs with a red apple in their mouths… vacant eyes staring ahead. All on a little bed of salad on an extremely well made and decorative sold silver plate.