The Merchant of the Golden Triangle
The land of Libertalia was a peculiar continent, and it was where the monarchy was first toppled by Equalists and the later republics. Monarchies were re-established by the Forty-Five Flags Alliance after they won the Monarchy-Republic Wars. The damage and famine caused by that great war, as well as the corruption of many governments, had led to guilds, criminal syndicates, and mercenaries maintaining order in the settlements themselves until they effectively were the new states as the remaining nobility were overthrown and fled northwest to the Vergel Valleys.
Many services traditionally maintained by the government such as the security of their territories have been handled by mercenary armies. Taxation, law, infrastructure, and many more were handled by guilds, as city-states and major trade routes were now owned by competing companies, the largest of them being the Five Corporations that are equivalent to empires themselves.
The competition between companies in most of the continent had maintained a bloody state of affairs in the continent, especially the Satyr Tribes raiding the frontiers from the Stokeburn Desert for centuries even before the Upheavals, where war and strife were part of everyday life.
A [Thief] stole a pouch of gold coins from a passing [Merchant]. He dashed through the crowded streets, and for a second, he blurred through the crowd with a Feat. The local [Mercenary Guardsmen] under the employment of the Teal Blades Company owning the city of Keisburg are chasing the [Thief]. A Feat has enabled them to part the thick crowd with an invisible force so that they can run without the crowd blocking them for a second.
One of the [Mercenaries], a person with black scleras, curved horns, and a furry lower body with hooves: a Satyr, had pointed a wand towards the [Thief] at the chance that he was sure that he didn hit a bystander. Webs of faint light wrapped around the [Thief]s feet, making him trip. The [Mercenaries] piled down on the [Thief] and tied them up.
”You are under arrest. Tell your family or whoever else is related to you to pay up if you want to get released. ” A bald man with two long tusks told him, as they dragged them off to the dungeon. He was an Orcan, a subrace of Humankind native to the continent.
”Thats quick. ” A brown-haired young man was leaning on his walking stick inside a stone warehouse, remarking on the chase.
”I think there was a gang fighting in Goles Street. Forgot to mention that I had to evade [Bandits] earlier. Well, that is nothing unusual I suppose. ” The young mans customer sighed, a wrinkled Human [Merchant] with patches of reptilian scales on his skin wearing simple red robes.
”Glad that your caravan arrived safely. ” The young man with the walking stick replied. The light from the outside shone on his caramel skin. He was born with a lame leg, making him physically disabled, but he had made it up with his business sense in the family business; to the point when he could lead a caravan alone and trade in another town, although this is his first time in an actual city. ”This batch of wolf pelts are from the wolves of Celfs forests, and these are nearly as soft as sheeps fleece. Each pelt will cost four silver. ”
”I see. ” The other [Trader] inspected one of the pelts, feeling the fur on his fingers. Indeed, it was soft, and the quality of the pelt would make a delicate shawl or coat. ”Seems like it is Feated, am I right? ”
Indeed, the pelt was improved with the young mans Feat: [Products Quality: Softness], improving what quality it already has. [Trader]s Feats aren outlawed anywhere, but if they did, many of them would lose their jobs and cities would lose sources of income in this world.
”Of course. But I didn lie when I said that they were soft, Feats or not. ” The young man smiled, his brilliant violet eyes stared keenly at the older [Trader]. The other [Trader]s necklace glimmered green, a truth stone on a necklace; a magical item that detects truth and lies, yet most truth stones cannot detect half-truths and can be evaded by other means such as Feats. He used a general statement: he did touch the pelts, and they were soft, but he didn know how soft it should be to warrant the price of seven silver: after all, he resold them from the [Hunters] of the village of Celf, and he is not an expert of furs. His family trades all manner of things after all, and their business is a subsidiary of Maldent Trading, one of the larger mercantile companies in the region that also owned several guilds, and the city of Centeil in the south of the Chulton region.
”This is worth three silver. ” The other [Merchant] disputed. ”A silver coin more and that will be too much, don you think? ”
”I guess so. ” The young man agreed, much to his chagrin. He was hoping to get one more silver coin from him, but he does not have enough Levels to match him. ”How many will you buy? ”
”5 bushels shall be enough. Pleased to do business with you, Mister Numisley. ” The other [Merchant] extended his hand.
Numisley Gildin shook his hand, and the older man paid a large pouch of silver coins worth around 75 silver in exchange for 25 wolf pelts to be processed within the city.
”Ill take my leave, gday to you, Mister Gelus, looking forward to doing business with you and your company. ” He turned around leaning on his walking stick. ”Cultrost, can you hold these? They are a bit heavy. ”
A grey Satyr a year older than Numisley, wearing a long loincloth and a shirt with a mace hanging on the side approached him. While Numisley was thin and atrophic, he was a bit muscular for his age from working as a laborer in their business. His all-black eyes looked around the warehouse, a habit from being a bodyguard for his sibling.
e heading back? ” Cultrost asked Numisley.
”Lets see… ” Numisley scratched his chin. ”I would like to head to a gambling house in this city, but its getting late. Pops would kill us otherwise if I gambled away our earnings from this week. ”
”No shit. ” His sibling agreed. They went to the wagon where some of the familys employees were waiting, only four of them.
”Heres your share, boys. ” The two rode in the wagon, reinforced with a cheap enchantment that strengthened the canvas and the wood a little bit. Numisley distributed 7 silver for each of them, More than enough for each of them to live for a week and the rest of the money would be their profit for today.
”Damn, I want to scalp one more coin from him. ” Numisley sighed.
”One more coin is one more risk after all. ” One of their familys employees, a balding Orcan [Caravan Master] commented as he drove the wagon and the two mules pulling it. A famous Libertalian saying of the many [Traders] that rule the continent.
”…And one more reward, Mister Palden, ” Numisley added. ”I need more Levels and Feats and experience with time. Our earnings are enough for now, but I was simply a bit greedy. ”
”The dog of greed bites back, so take care.
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