Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 13:41:11 GMT -5
Brandon had some money left from selling his mother’s house and he would spend it well, he had used a good part of them for the ingredients for the powder in Braavos. Every ingredient but one could be found in Westeros, the last and the one that was vital to it all had to be shipped from Braavos. He had seen the effects enough time to be slightly vary of it, but he could profit on it instead of using it.
After arranging a disguise, he walked into a three storied. It was not the best establishment in Braavos, but it wasn’t the worst either. He sat down and motioned for a whore to sit in his lap. After a while of fondling, he found a pouch he had on himself and poured some of the powder on the table. He made a small line while the whore watched curiously. He started sniffing up some, then whispered for the whore to do it. She finished the rest of the line and soon they both were giggling in the corner.
They brought attention to themselves of course and soon everyone in the brothel had had some. The owner stomped down the stairs as the noise was loud. She was fat and ugly, but there was some keen intelligence in her beady eyes. “What have you done to my girls,” she spat. “Nothing they didn’t want themselves,” he said smiling he could do nothing else after sniffing the powder. The fat woman could sense a business opportunity when smelled one, or rather sniffed. “You! Come to my office now,” she ordered.
“How much do you want for the recipe of the drug?” the fat woman asked. Brandon chuckled “I’m not just going to sell the recipe of Smiler that easily, it would at least be more money than you can afford”. The woman small wormy lips twisted into a smile “Fiddler, get the strongbox if you please”. The guard that had accompanied them put a small chest filled with silver on the desk. Brandon tried to keep his features calm, but he found himself smiling. “At least I didn’t frown or turn sour at the small amount of coin,” he thought. “Let us celebrate then,” he said while preparing a strip of Smiler. He made it thrice as thick for the fat woman and the guard, he almost wanted to curse as the guard only used one sixth but found himself laughing instead. The woman joined in the laugh after taking in her and the rest of her guard’s portions. Brandon slipped her a paper “sign this and the recipe will be yours”. The ugly woman giggled and signed. Too bad for her that the paper she signed just gave him her brothel. He joined her in the laugh when she suddenly coughed. Brandon watched closely as she coughed again and again. Soon she was having huge difficulties breathing and was getting rather blue in the face. “Oh dear,” Brandon said he didn’t plan to kill her, just make her addicted to Smiler. Brandon drew his sword fast and plunged it into the guard. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He would have to be careful with Smiler in the future, too much seemed to kill.
Things weren’t going after the plan. He had planned for the women to get addicted and order Smiler from him. Brandon sighed. He might as well use this as an establishment. He walked downstairs and showed all the whores and guests the paper. They quickly recognised the previous mistress’s handwriting, and just turned back to their business. Brandon sat two of the bouncers to be guards outside and two others to do something about the corpses.
Brandon quickly found Reret Nekna his previous employer. “I need you to manage a brothel for me,” Brandon said. Reret began to laugh until he saw that Brandon was deadly serious. “I deal with many trades, friend, but whores have never been one of them”. “I haven’t much experience managing whores myself, there will be other.. dealings as well. Try this,” Brandon said giving the man some of the powder. The merchant put some on his finger to taste it. “It’s not much of a spice, friend”. Brandon chuckled. “No, not a spice, sniff it in with your nose”. Reret did just so and was convinced of the deal five minutes later. Reret would manage the House of Giggles and make some of the drug in the basement, he would then send a shipment of the drug to King’s Landing with Brandon where he would find another buyer. “Never sell to large a portion Reret, we don’t want anyone to die and blame you. I will have thirty percent of the profit from the brothel and fifty from the trading”. Reret bobbed his head. “Agreed”.
Result
Brandon increase persuasion to master
Brandon increase to grandmaster disguise (disguise was effective in the grand council, used disguise in the ‘guards and courtesan’ secret scenario)
A steady shipment of 1 crate of Smiler per month is heading to King’s Landing.
After arranging a disguise, he walked into a three storied. It was not the best establishment in Braavos, but it wasn’t the worst either. He sat down and motioned for a whore to sit in his lap. After a while of fondling, he found a pouch he had on himself and poured some of the powder on the table. He made a small line while the whore watched curiously. He started sniffing up some, then whispered for the whore to do it. She finished the rest of the line and soon they both were giggling in the corner.
They brought attention to themselves of course and soon everyone in the brothel had had some. The owner stomped down the stairs as the noise was loud. She was fat and ugly, but there was some keen intelligence in her beady eyes. “What have you done to my girls,” she spat. “Nothing they didn’t want themselves,” he said smiling he could do nothing else after sniffing the powder. The fat woman could sense a business opportunity when smelled one, or rather sniffed. “You! Come to my office now,” she ordered.
“How much do you want for the recipe of the drug?” the fat woman asked. Brandon chuckled “I’m not just going to sell the recipe of Smiler that easily, it would at least be more money than you can afford”. The woman small wormy lips twisted into a smile “Fiddler, get the strongbox if you please”. The guard that had accompanied them put a small chest filled with silver on the desk. Brandon tried to keep his features calm, but he found himself smiling. “At least I didn’t frown or turn sour at the small amount of coin,” he thought. “Let us celebrate then,” he said while preparing a strip of Smiler. He made it thrice as thick for the fat woman and the guard, he almost wanted to curse as the guard only used one sixth but found himself laughing instead. The woman joined in the laugh after taking in her and the rest of her guard’s portions. Brandon slipped her a paper “sign this and the recipe will be yours”. The ugly woman giggled and signed. Too bad for her that the paper she signed just gave him her brothel. He joined her in the laugh when she suddenly coughed. Brandon watched closely as she coughed again and again. Soon she was having huge difficulties breathing and was getting rather blue in the face. “Oh dear,” Brandon said he didn’t plan to kill her, just make her addicted to Smiler. Brandon drew his sword fast and plunged it into the guard. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He would have to be careful with Smiler in the future, too much seemed to kill.
Things weren’t going after the plan. He had planned for the women to get addicted and order Smiler from him. Brandon sighed. He might as well use this as an establishment. He walked downstairs and showed all the whores and guests the paper. They quickly recognised the previous mistress’s handwriting, and just turned back to their business. Brandon sat two of the bouncers to be guards outside and two others to do something about the corpses.
Brandon quickly found Reret Nekna his previous employer. “I need you to manage a brothel for me,” Brandon said. Reret began to laugh until he saw that Brandon was deadly serious. “I deal with many trades, friend, but whores have never been one of them”. “I haven’t much experience managing whores myself, there will be other.. dealings as well. Try this,” Brandon said giving the man some of the powder. The merchant put some on his finger to taste it. “It’s not much of a spice, friend”. Brandon chuckled. “No, not a spice, sniff it in with your nose”. Reret did just so and was convinced of the deal five minutes later. Reret would manage the House of Giggles and make some of the drug in the basement, he would then send a shipment of the drug to King’s Landing with Brandon where he would find another buyer. “Never sell to large a portion Reret, we don’t want anyone to die and blame you. I will have thirty percent of the profit from the brothel and fifty from the trading”. Reret bobbed his head. “Agreed”.
Result
Brandon increase persuasion to master
Brandon increase to grandmaster disguise (disguise was effective in the grand council, used disguise in the ‘guards and courtesan’ secret scenario)
A steady shipment of 1 crate of Smiler per month is heading to King’s Landing.