Ameln & Ghelin was one of the most successful business in Sigil for two centuries. Richard Ameln was an engineer from Mechanus, credited as the inventor behind many popular devices such as the MKIV Mechanus Crossbow. Yet for all of his engineering success, he was no businessman. This fact that would have doomed his creations to oblivion had it not been for the arrival of a blood from Oerth named Thamas Ghelin.
Ghelin was an ambitious man whom had lost his first business by incidentally stepping in a portal that brought him to Sigil, but he soon realized the place's potential. The two men relation turned quickly into friendship as they both joined the indeps to work together, using Ghelin's merchant talents to sell Ameln inventions. Their business grew quickly, allowing them soon to buy a factory where they started mass productions of Ameln's inventions. The prestigious Ameln & Ghelin business thus was born, and persevered through their offspring as time passed, until one day...
Gears And Anger
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*Hydra
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Bael'Zai, your ordinary Baatezu one would say, ambitious, cruel... well you know. Bael'Zai the Paeliryon, was very rich as well but it took him a few decades of bribing, persuasion and assassination of the successors of Ameln & Ghelin to finally get his hands on the factory. He hoped he'll be able to forge weapons for the blood war there and continue to get even richer. Of course he didn't had much considerations for the craftsmen working there.
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*Hydra
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The changes in the factory weren't met well. Ameln & Ghelin employees where good qualified workers mostly members of the indeps, and they didn't accepted too well to see their wages reduced and their hours of work extended, the whole thing went for about a month before they started to manifest their discontent and they sent a letter to the Baatezu who of course ignored it, he wanted more weapons and quickly. After another week, the workers decided they would stop to work then Bael'Zai became furious and sent a courier to the Harmonium and the Mercykillers.
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*Hydra
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As they expected troubles coming their way, the workers posted a sign in the sign in the middle of the Bazaar
wrote:We workers of the Ameln & Ghelin factory ask the help of any good willed adventurer or mercenaries to provide us protection while we negotiate with our employer. Our factory ownership recently switched to a Baatezu and he has made our working conditions unbearable and refuse to negotiate and will likely use force to put us back to work. We have enough funds to pay 5000 to any competent person willing to grant us any help, should the situation escalate.
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*DocMartin
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Arthur reads and rereads the sign, hesitating for a moment before he sends a letter to the unionof workers:
Keep your coin, I offer my protections to you and yours free of charge. If you require my presence, inquire after me at the Foul Olde Spirit Inn.
Walk in Light, always
Knight-Sergeant Arthur Prescott, of the Companions of the Noble Heart.
After he delivered the letter, Arthur let out a small sigh. His investigation into the whereabouts of Kala'nai had ground to a halt as of late. Perhaps Ilmater had directed him to the sign in order to provide him with a small respite. After all, to an Ilmateri, a change is as good as a rest.
Keep your coin, I offer my protections to you and yours free of charge. If you require my presence, inquire after me at the Foul Olde Spirit Inn.
Walk in Light, always
Knight-Sergeant Arthur Prescott, of the Companions of the Noble Heart.
After he delivered the letter, Arthur let out a small sigh. His investigation into the whereabouts of Kala'nai had ground to a halt as of late. Perhaps Ilmater had directed him to the sign in order to provide him with a small respite. After all, to an Ilmateri, a change is as good as a rest.
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*Rainbow Prism
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The notification on Market could be lost among many leaflets and signs with traders, all shouting their throats sore, diverting attention elsewhere.
But some eyes got a look at it and thought on it. Some planned on it.
After finding notice about hiring help, short drow of Fated Faction wandered back to the Clerks' Ward, entering looming titan of structure, Tower of Records. Hiring a boy courier to send word of encouragement to workers of the factory, Sillxhistraja took care to search for folders on Ghelin's legacy.
Sure, she could just rush ahead and guard with the rest, but the negotiations could go awry.
What she looked up wass the details on ownerships, debts and expenses. Something she could use.
Ideally, it could be great to hands on the manufacture, but she could use anything, even banal blackmail for extortion.
But some eyes got a look at it and thought on it. Some planned on it.
After finding notice about hiring help, short drow of Fated Faction wandered back to the Clerks' Ward, entering looming titan of structure, Tower of Records. Hiring a boy courier to send word of encouragement to workers of the factory, Sillxhistraja took care to search for folders on Ghelin's legacy.
Sure, she could just rush ahead and guard with the rest, but the negotiations could go awry.
What she looked up wass the details on ownerships, debts and expenses. Something she could use.
Ideally, it could be great to hands on the manufacture, but she could use anything, even banal blackmail for extortion.
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*Krayt
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A dark clad man entered through the factorys main door. His breastplate formed as the Doomguard emblem making his alligence impossible to miss by vision. But unlike most doomguards his long hair was blamelessly combed and his unaturally pale face well shaved. Dauntless he strod towards the largest gathering of workers he could find no doubt whipping up anxiety amongst them by his mere presence, he could easily be mistaken for a harbringer of the fiend. He radiated confidence.
With his sweet beguiling voice he spoke with innly fire and vigourous incitement. " I am here to succour you in this plight. On the behalf of my order I offer the Armoury as your sanctuary. Of course the bastion of entropy will be a safe haven from any force this devil might send to intimidate you. There is vast benefits as you may continue to ply your trade instead of laying about idle as you do now. Your work! Your Craft! It is a workers pride one of the few he is entitled to, would you have this fiend strip you of that craftsman pride? What will you become if you would let him? Beggars of even worse.. slaves!"
He paused making sure to look each one in the eye.
"I do not see slaves before me now, I see men that take pride in what they do and do it well. Come with me and work for us while we carve out a more permanent solution to the problem. Let this devil writhe until it's spine snap out of anexity, let us show what the factory are worth without you the lifeblood of it! Let these furances grow cold as the wastes of Cania. To the great forge! Oh and let us make it a little difficult to have this facility taken into operation by what ever inferior tradesmen the fiend may find before we leave shall we?."
His palid cyan eyes darted between the workers rappidly as he awaited their voiced reseption of his speach. There was something prideful in his face but hard to discern in which way exactly.
With his sweet beguiling voice he spoke with innly fire and vigourous incitement. " I am here to succour you in this plight. On the behalf of my order I offer the Armoury as your sanctuary. Of course the bastion of entropy will be a safe haven from any force this devil might send to intimidate you. There is vast benefits as you may continue to ply your trade instead of laying about idle as you do now. Your work! Your Craft! It is a workers pride one of the few he is entitled to, would you have this fiend strip you of that craftsman pride? What will you become if you would let him? Beggars of even worse.. slaves!"
He paused making sure to look each one in the eye.
"I do not see slaves before me now, I see men that take pride in what they do and do it well. Come with me and work for us while we carve out a more permanent solution to the problem. Let this devil writhe until it's spine snap out of anexity, let us show what the factory are worth without you the lifeblood of it! Let these furances grow cold as the wastes of Cania. To the great forge! Oh and let us make it a little difficult to have this facility taken into operation by what ever inferior tradesmen the fiend may find before we leave shall we?."
His palid cyan eyes darted between the workers rappidly as he awaited their voiced reseption of his speach. There was something prideful in his face but hard to discern in which way exactly.