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Medieval => Castle MacLaaran => Topic started by: Sir Kyle on February 08, 2008, 10:19:30 AM
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Altharen is interested in purchasing the Iron Lance. I heard Will give Dev the price of 500 gold sovereigns based on the improvement He and Dami have made there since they purchased the Iron Lance from Aspen Starwood. You can negotiate the final price on here or in the castle.
I have the first and second floor plans and they are in the website. Aspen has the picture of the front door and the sign, possibly on a website she created. I suggest that the new owner get this info from Asp or Dami.
This purchase should be interesting and increase the working locations in the MacLaaran Village.
Kyle
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*works on earning "good behavior credit" so... perhaps... she can sweet-talk the possible new Owner for a job *EG*
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I am actually prepared to offer a price of 625 gold sovereigns, howe'er I do wish to inspect the property first, as is the case with the type of negotiations
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Very enticing offer, Altharen. Ye do need t' know that the land under the Iron Lance remains MacLaaran property and there is a tax fee of five gold sovereigns a month there fer it's use. Ye would own the building and all it's contents, of course.
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Oy...taxes...
**mumbles something not so kind**
But of course I understand. Now if I could merely take a tour of the establishment, Sir Kyle, perhaps We could get down to the fun part of this business arrangement? Oh, and I do wish to tell the current owners that I will be keeping in My employ, provided that this proposition is carried through, all those currently on payroll by the Lance...I see no reason why they should be unemployed simply because of new ownership...
I shall try to be in the Castle Halls later this eve'n to perhaps arrange a meeting with the current owners to view the floor plans and such..if that is not too much of an inconvenience for them of course
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OOC: sorry I had to cut out, life gets in the way. I am still eager to get this underway, please feel free to RP around me on account of life being a..well, yeah..I'm sure you know...
Alt's Typist
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I was quite pleased t' provide the carriage t' take Altharen in his cast down t' the Iron Lance where Lord William could give Alt a tour of the place. Devona came along to get a peek at what She might just be soon managing for Alt.
The negotiations were going hot and heavy and the last I heard was Will saying 625. I think if Alt counters with 575 they will agree at 600. That's a fair price in My opinion and both parties should walk away happy. I can write up the bill of sale and give them both copies. Will and Dami will then have the money they need for their share of the annual taxes for the MacLaaran castle and lands.
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Arrived at MacLaaran a little late on Monday eve.. having heard Altharen and Devona were there.. but finding only Devona. She gave Me the counter offer of 575 with the wood and it was easy to see.. this would be a challenging barter.
Being a little tired.. I through out an odd counter to see Devona's reaction.. but it seemed to encourage a challenging bartering spirit.. Hmmmm will see what Mine counter of 575 without wood and 615 with extra wood supplied.
Being late and Devona needed to confer with Altharen.. I gave Mine night wishes and headed back to the Taillur Cottage.
(( Yes I quite understand how RT life is.. I get plenty of distractions too.. especially with two boys getting married in the very near future.. and about 5 months apart. ))
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Hmmmm..... If I was Alt, I'd accept the 575 offer and send his help t' go fetch the wood.
:D
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**He sighed, His eyes darting to the side of His head as He tried to do some math in His head**
M'Lord Taillur...I suggest that we look at the numbers from the beginning...
As last I remember it, the offer You stated to M'Love was 500 sovereigns, and I am willing to assume that this was just for the property, with the beverages, linens, and tapestries being forfeit. So, including these items, I can understand a fair trade at 575 sovereigns, the price you have just set on the table. The matter of the wood however is of intrest, because certainly you do not expect me to believe that chopped up trees cost me an additional 40 sovereigns. And seeing I could just as easily get this wood for no sovereigns at all, all I need is an axe, this offer is a bit far-fetched, aye?
**He leaned in a bit, a trick He learned while playing cards. It was meant to be a silent intimidation of You, while showing He would hold His ground. Of course, He meant nothing personal, this was strictly business, and He had every intention of buying a round of drinks after...but you didn't know that**
So, I will offer you 605, for the property --and all that within it-- and the wood...
**after He had stated His counter-offer, He leaned back a bit His arms crossed over His chest and His features showing only what He wanted You to see. In His last 'profession' (OOC: He was an assassin/ mercenary) He had played a lot of cards with characters a bit more shady then those residents of MacLaaran, so at least He had the blank poker face down to something of an artform**
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*silence for a few minutes as I contemplate Ye counter offer ... then looking at Ye straight in the eye with an unflinching face and slow movement toward Ye.. then speaking slowly and deliberately* Ye are a shrewd and thoughtful negotiator.
*A few more moments of silence to see if Ye might counter with a higher offer.. though nay hearing a word.. and Ye eyes seeking that opportunity for a deal....Leaning back in Mine chair.. * Aye Ye have noted the changes based on what be included with the Iron Lance. I hope Ye did note the wine storage has over 200 bottles of speciality wines from many countries. *a few more moments of silence* And each o the rooms have two extra sets of linens for each bed... *thinking again.. seeing Ye anticipating Mine reply.. *
*softly speaking with both Mine hands placed on Mine edge o the table.. leaning again toward Ye* Ye offer of 605 sovereigns is very reasonable. I will accept Ye offer provided Ye allow Me to keep two bottles of the Italian white wine.
*sits back and places Mine hands on Mine lap.. keeping eye contact with Ye.. watching Yer brows for hints of concern or decision*
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Watchin' quietly as the bargaining approaches closure. I do believe the Iron Lance will be sold before nightfall. Will Devona reach Aspen? Will Aspen provide the missing Iron Lance sign?
The intrigue is breathtaking!
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(OOC: Kyle, stay tuned for the exciting conclusion. Same MacLaaran place, same MacLaaran time)
**He looked to William for a bit, before finally a hint of a smirk curled upon His lips**
Now M'Friend, You are just trying to bide Your time Methinks. However, as the celebration of romance is quickly approaching, 2 bottles of the wine seems fair enough I suppose. So, there you have it. 605 soverigns and 2 bottles of wine...are We agreed?
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((I love this.... well done))
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((agrees with Kyle, loved reading the rp! :-*))
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We are agreed. *stands and offers Mine hand in an arm style handshake to seal the deal*
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**standing, He moves to grasp your wrist** Good. Then I suppose all that is left is the paperwork...
**turning to Kyle**
And I believe that this is Your honor...
**Gestures to Devona**
I'm going to need Your name on the paperwork too You know...
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Aye *wrist to wrist handshake then turns to Kyle*
*takes a quill pen and dips it into an ink well as Kyle moves the parchments toward Me*
Kyle, As Mine witness... Altharen agreed on 605 soverigns for everything except two bottles of white wine.
*notes those details with the quill pen in the appropriate places on the parchments...
moves the parchments up a little ... affixes Mine signature .. sets the quill pen aside ... takes hold of a candle
and pours a small amount of wax on the parchment near Mine signature ... pulls out a seal ring .. and imprints
the ring in the wax*
*turns to Altharen* Now for Ye to seal the deal with Yers. *standing aside so Ye have access to the parchment*
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I was able t' find Altharen and Devona yesterday, although I did have t' wait while they conducted some private business in the library, wi' the door closed. When They came out, wi' Dev's face a flushed pink. we set about signin' off the bill of sale that William had already signed.
Altharen signed first, followed by a blushin' Devona, the Persian that doesn't really read or write olde English. I said am X would suffice since I was witnessing it, but instead She drew a Persian symbol there instead. I signed last, and congratulated Them on the ownership o' the Iron Lance. The original cpoy is filed away in the MacLaaran Council Room.
I'm sure We will soon see a dramatic competition fer business between the Lance and the Velvet Hammer. I understand that Michael MacDougal plans to take abby t' the Grand Opening.
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The following is a document signed by Altharen within the presence of legal council, John Blythe IV {NPC}, and further witnessed by Brom Tyrson {NPC}
I, Altharen, do hereby waive any right, ranks, and responsibilities associated with one establishment the "Iron Lance", and do suspend My portion of ownership indefinitely to one Devona. Upon the signing of this document, the aforenamed co-owner, Devona, shall be given full ownership of aforenamed establishment the "Iron Lance", and the undersigned shall have 24 hours to vacate.
Also let it be known that full ownership of one lass, indria, who is also called puppet, is also included in this document. Said lass belongs, in full and with full haste to one Devona, for now and all time.
Altharen, in good faith, has made it known that the only properties and deeds currently associated with his person shall be his cottage in MacLaaran village, and any monies, weaponry, furniture or other items included therein, and one steed mare, whom is named 'Harley'. He also request that any other persons currently occupying said property be vacated within a 24 hour timeframe.
The Court Witness and Legal Council, John Blythe the Forth of England, has found these papers to be in order and it is His seal that appears hereon. Signed this Third Day of March, in the Year of Our Lorde, 1322
In the lower left corner there are both the names of Altharen, and His witness, and legal council thus making this document official and binding
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[Is not as fancy as Altharen note but it is Devona...long story short, Devona pays back all the money Tyra gave her to keep the lance a float so she can pay her family back....Tyra is now the fill owner of the Iron Lance.....]
(20:10:39 )
|--| Man Eater |--|
Devona
-If danger is a trade-
-I’ll learn it alone-
Realm of Kaetlwn|ST|CC|
is in the Iron Lance and says to ALL:
Glazed blood hot eyes stare across the desk towards Damon. Devona black and blue body slouches in the chair, peeking over towers of paper work the ranting man had for her to sign. The red hue to her hair and soften from the strong rays of sun from the Baash Sands, her lands. Her smirk take a more devious grin as the image of the landscape blows across her mind. Her hand moves along the paper, every so often Damon would tap the ink vessel to remind the barbarian look a like that she needed more. [Damon] ”You’re not even listen, why do I bother.....” turning he grumbles, just loud enough for her to hear, how daring of him....”I should have stuck to my first plan....” that smirk of Devona grows, so that the ivory of her teeth peeks past the pink dry flesh.
The chair would hardly make a sound as she pushes it back, setting her hands on the desk top and flinging her body over top. Once her weight was supported by the floor board she would rest her left hand on Damon neck and slowly walk him back wards. Her eyes showed turmoil, rage, insanity, he was lost in them as his back rested up against the wall. Her nose travels along his high cheek bones towards his ear. Those cracked dry lips would brush against the lob as she whispers. ”I would have respected you more, if you came in and took the Lance out from under my nose. It would have woke me up sooner, but now....” her red brows would arch as that wicked grin take hold of her lips once again.
(20:29:00 )
|--| Man Eater |--|
Devona
-If danger is a trade-
-I’ll learn it alone-
Realm of Kaetlwn|ST|CC|
is in the Iron Lance and says to ALL: Dark unmerciful chuckles flow back her lips as her long boney fingers tighten around his neck, her shoulder curling towards him into the pressure. Then, just as quick as she leaped over the desk she pulled back, putting some distance between them. ”I am done Damon, this was never my tavern, we all know that. I do not have the responsibilities of being a mistress anymore....so I live for me....” she returns to the chair behind the desk and motions me closer. ”Write me up something,......” her eyes would light up to him, ash lashes bat. ”please.......” Tilting to the side her hand would disappear beneath the desk and she would drop a heavy coin bag on the desk. Damon eyes would widen, saliva would almost start to pool in the corner of his mouth. ”This is the money, plus some for her kindness and loyalty for Tyra. She is now the full owner of the Iron Lance.......” cautiously Damon would take a chair and start to write out such an agreement. Afterwards Devona would do her best to scan it over, making sure his name was no were on it, and it indeed said what she wanted. Signing it she would slap the surface of the desk and stand up. ”Then that is that......” she would gaze over the room as the memories start to tap on her minds door. Some warmed her heart, others that send her into madness made her laugh now. Tailing her finger over the frame of the office door she take off a small coin pouch and tosses it towards damn. Raiding and working for the Emperor of Baash had made her come into some wealth, though one could not tell from how she dressed, or lived. ”for not sticking to your plan, and for creating that time for puppet and I, the ones that will be with me until my last breath...” She would skirt around the main room and head out back.
(20:41:11 )
|--| Man Eater |--|
Devona
-If danger is a trade-
-I’ll learn it alone-
Realm of Kaetlwn|ST|CC|
is in the forest and says to ALL: Pulling up the hood of her cloak she would walk her way out of the village, her heart becoming a bit heavy as the glow of the lanterns became softer and softer. Her lips pinch together and a high pitch whistle storms out. Off in the distance Muerte ear twitch and his hoofs would start to thunder towards Devona.
Out of the darkness the black mouth came, he looked just as tired and beat as his Mistress, just as alive. If one looked past the black and blue skin, the volumes of scars that riddled her skin, and that insane glow to her eyes they would know she was happy. Settling up on the saddle her finger tips would moves towards the back and run over the hilts of her twin scimitars. Once she was sure the wild horse did not knock anything off in his frolics she thrusts her hips forward and they take up a slow stride. She was were she needed to be, even if it was a path right to her death. Against all promises to everyone she had returned to the sand, and soon....in her mind....they would be hers.