*posters Around The Bazaar*

[*B-Smith]

Bernadotte's Inter-Plane Company
Now Open for business

You are in need of a few extra blades? You require some protection for an expedition? You have an artifact that you desire for? Or you simply need someone to fix your roof? We offer all that and many more services. The Mercenary Brigade "Bernadotte's Inter-Plane Company" stands for secure and reliable work. We take every job, as long as it still stays in legal measures. Prices are handled individually, depending on the job. If you are interested in demanding our service, you may contact Fargul Bernadotte. If you are even interested in joining, be aware that we offer fair regulations and working conditions. Any questions should be directed at Fargul Bernadotte.

*a signature is scribbled below with a basic descrition of Fargul and the symbol of a Dog's head on a black and green shield is visible*

[*SanguineOrchid]

The Matron pauses long enough to appreciate the skillful advertisement, above many of the hundreds of similar pages overwhelming the Great Bazaar. Continuing on to Ovarf Ironaxe's stall, already knowing and having a long standing relationship with the reliable dwarven merchant, her voice softly speaks to one many fail to ever see.

"Loyalty toward the established is seldom misplaced, if these would-be merchants realized this they would turn their efforts toward mutually beneficial alliance rather than competition with them.."



//Love the advert! Good job ^^

[*Lutemasta]

Jiro walks by and sees the advert chukling
If they want the big money , they should post this somewhere wheere there arent Thousands of the same advert that got no job
chucles again as he walks off

[*Product of Void]

Shiv looks over the flyer tilting his head.

" 'haps I 'ave work for em....legal tis somet'n ta wonder 'bout 'ow legal or loyal tis mercs ....em only 'andy in do'n tings ya donna worry 'bout get'n done.....or when ya need fodder for war. *chuckles* only 'ave ta pay survivors".

He throws up a scroll then a dagger through it mutters making words appear then walks off.

"I might have need of your services, Jink with little work yet not typical merc work. Blades will never leave their scabbard. Seek me out.

-Shiv"

*picture of a skull helm underneath*

[*TheFrozenWind]

Khasef, the man of many names, like Berk, Addle-Cove, Khasef the Bedlam Soprano, and Khasef the Not-So-Happy, is seen eyeing the fancy little poster.

"Indeed?!"

Khasef looks from left to right, then up and down. He does a quick walk around the area, then returns to the post. He removes a small quill from his belt, dips it in a little inkwell, and signs his name at the bottom, with a teeny tiny statement.

I, Khasef Belam, would adore working with, or for your merry band of men and women. I am a competent spellcaster, with a penchant for evocation, and a recently diminished sense of depth perception. Your's truly, Khasef the Enchanticator of Wonderment and Expantastical Vocabularity."

[*Zilvai]

A poster is planted under the previous one with a picture:


WE WANT YOU! COME JOIN BERNADOTTE'S INTER PLANAR COMPANY!

BE A WARHOUND!!!

Need a job done? Ask us! We'll do it with excellence!


((Gracious dynamical bump))

[*TheFrozenWind]

As an aside, Khasef makes copies of the two posters, and places them in "strategic" locations throughout the Hive, and Lower Ward.

[*Railgun_Index]

While walking away from the Mortuary in the Hive Ward Neal rips one of the posters, that Khasef so skillfully placed, off the wall. He can be seen walking through the Marketplace with it in hand, looking for someone to speak to in regards to it.