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Post by gwebster2 on Sept 18, 2016 22:52:45 GMT -4
"...and the Vaegir doesn't know a thing." The Rhodok small time business man, Georges, grinned maliciously as he finished his last sentence. Unfortunately, Jorgan was distracted for quite a long period of time by a fist fight going on outside, below his second story window. He remembers his time in Sargoth and how much his perspective has changed through out his whole life.
Anyway, he hadn't caught onto what his "friend" Georges was saying. Probably another scheme screwing over some competitor just barely more honest than himself. He takes a swig from a canteen of fresh water and leans against the wall.
"Yes, sir, this man has got it alllll figured out." He placed his boots on the wooden table separating the both of them, almost making sure to have the bottom of his boots in Jorgan's face.
(edit: Changed Swadian to Vaegir, sorry.)
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Post by The Jiggler on Sept 18, 2016 23:49:31 GMT -4
Jorgan smiles at his friend and nods to whatever the idea was. It's days like this when Jorgan often wonders if his dad slew a dozen Swadians before killing him and if Jorgan would ever bear children with a wife, or even make a name for himself.
"Georges," Jorgan says, "have you ever thought about having children?"
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Post by gwebster2 on Sept 19, 2016 19:08:15 GMT -4
"Children?" Georges focuses his narrow eyes on Jorgan. "No. I'm far too busy to raise children. Far too busy." He looks down at the ground, then looks back at his colleague.
"Why do you ask such a thing?"
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Post by The Jiggler on Sept 19, 2016 22:44:31 GMT -4
"I don't know Georges. Why do we breathe? Why do we sing?" Jorgan pauses for a moment and sighs, "I've lived a long life, Georges. A long and miserable life; and I'm starting to think that a child would make the dying days of my life blissful. My bones are too brittle to fight like a knight of the Kingsguard. My silver tongue dries with rust in the court and my mind grows weak and forgetful. But I do have a legacy, my shield, and sword, my home, the thumbprint that is my wealth, and it's my civil duty to help produce a son for the army."
It is true, Jorgan is almost forty namedays old (Game of Thrones reference). He's much weaker than when he was in his late twenties, and his bones are broken and soft. His mind is slowly slipping away from him, yet he manages to keep his wits about him in court; aside from the random occasion when his gold-trimmed words melt into a boiling pot and take no hold over whoever he's trying to persuade. But his denars are nothing to a prince but a lifetime to a beggar, and he has no heir to his belongings. This has crossed Jorgan's time more than once, as well as the opportunity to give up all of his belongings and head north into the land of the Vaegirs and settle in the forest and make everything for himself. He even considered taking a denar from Jelkala and creating a self-made mint where he would create thousands of counterfeit denars, making him rich.
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Post by gwebster2 on Sept 25, 2016 17:52:49 GMT -4
Georges is quiet for a moment.
"I don't know why I try to talk to you, Jorgan. You are such a downer. Just have sex with a woman. Is that what you want to hear?" He looks annoyed.
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Post by The Jiggler on Sept 25, 2016 20:10:38 GMT -4
"I'm sorry Georges. I just like to wander off into my thoughts about the future. You know how I've always liked to plan ahead."
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Post by gwebster2 on Sept 27, 2016 21:55:41 GMT -4
"Hmph.
Indeed."
He hesitates, before re-launching into describing his scheme. Georges perhaps may not be the best man to get life advice from.
"So, as you probably know, the Vaegirs and Rhodoks are getting ready for war. It'll be interesting. The first war between the two factions, and it'll be fought in Swadian lands.s It's perfect for a merchant like myself..." he goes on to describe how him and a Vaegir business contact were doing business, but Georges was offered big money by official Rhodok military personnel to betray his contact and destabilized the enemies market; for you see, his contact owns a large monopoly in a multitude of Vaegir cities.
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Post by The Jiggler on Sept 27, 2016 23:24:08 GMT -4
"But what if a group of those Vaegirs comes to kill you? You're wealthier than most men, yes, but you can't have guards around you for every moment of the day," said Jorgan. Jorgan moves from his seat in front of Georges and walks over to his pantry, grabbing a goblet and a jug of spiced wine. Pouring himself a drink, he grabs a piece of powdered bread.
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