Post by The Stranger on Jun 26, 2008 1:31:16 GMT -5
Aranya contacted some of her old associates in Braavos, when she had lived there under a different name. She contacted them now, street people and thieves and people who knew the inner workings of the city. Her two main agents were an upscale Braavosi brothel owner named Sacharissa and a man named Morho. She gave them strict instructions as to what to do, anticipating the climate there and advising them accordingly.
Sacharissa spoke to her girls, and made sure that each of them would report to her exactly what their high profile clients said and did to them in the bedroom.
“The more you find out from each fuck session, the more money I pay you,” she said. “Three silvers per piece of information, girls, apart from your usual cut.”
The girls immediately perked and listened to that, and customers found their bedmates rather talkative and encouraging, and flatteringly attentive listeners. Soon embarrassing secrets and many other intimate stories began pouring into Sacharissa’s ears. Lord Qaro’s wife has a fear of fire and will do anything to avoid the sight of it, or proximity to it, oh, and she is fighting with her brother over their father’s legacy, and Rys of the Happy Port likes to chain take his pleasure with boys, but is ashamed and is trying to fix that by sleeping with whores.
While Sacharissa’s brothel expanded, so did Morho’s, though he started from scratch. Morho began to find the dregs of the city, and broken lords – people who had been victims of the Sealord in one way or another.
“I will pay you adequately,” he said to one rich cloth merchant who had been stripped of many possessions during a ‘tax raid’. “To work for me as spies throughout the city. We have common cause.”
“And what is that?” the cloth merchant asked warily.
“Justice,” Morho said. “To fight back against an oppressor. Keep your ears open, and report everything you hear and see to me, and there will be reward for you in it.” This worked on many of the people he won over, and soon Morho had a dedicated network of spies throughout the western half of the city. It had all been strictly on Aranya’s instructions, and it had worked.
Result:
- Aranya gains beginner in Espionage
- Aranya begins to build a network in Braavos
Sacharissa spoke to her girls, and made sure that each of them would report to her exactly what their high profile clients said and did to them in the bedroom.
“The more you find out from each fuck session, the more money I pay you,” she said. “Three silvers per piece of information, girls, apart from your usual cut.”
The girls immediately perked and listened to that, and customers found their bedmates rather talkative and encouraging, and flatteringly attentive listeners. Soon embarrassing secrets and many other intimate stories began pouring into Sacharissa’s ears. Lord Qaro’s wife has a fear of fire and will do anything to avoid the sight of it, or proximity to it, oh, and she is fighting with her brother over their father’s legacy, and Rys of the Happy Port likes to chain take his pleasure with boys, but is ashamed and is trying to fix that by sleeping with whores.
While Sacharissa’s brothel expanded, so did Morho’s, though he started from scratch. Morho began to find the dregs of the city, and broken lords – people who had been victims of the Sealord in one way or another.
“I will pay you adequately,” he said to one rich cloth merchant who had been stripped of many possessions during a ‘tax raid’. “To work for me as spies throughout the city. We have common cause.”
“And what is that?” the cloth merchant asked warily.
“Justice,” Morho said. “To fight back against an oppressor. Keep your ears open, and report everything you hear and see to me, and there will be reward for you in it.” This worked on many of the people he won over, and soon Morho had a dedicated network of spies throughout the western half of the city. It had all been strictly on Aranya’s instructions, and it had worked.
Result:
- Aranya gains beginner in Espionage
- Aranya begins to build a network in Braavos