by Ikkit the Bastard » Thu Aug 17, 2023 9:42 am
As he made the rounds, Ikkit made his pitch.
Mostly variations on the same theme.
"That lucre thou hast obtained, and the momentary respect of the tall folk is but a sample, the merest taste of what might be possible shouldst we band together. Those whose profit comes from the leavings of the rest the City knows of which I speak. A fine living may be made, as our fair streets already make plain- think, then, of the advantages to be had shouldst we obtain coin from others for the privilege of access to their leavings. They would call it service, but service is remunerated. At present, we possess the goodwill of the Fraternity of Order, and their goodwill grants us a chance. Who wouldst join with me in helping to shape the charter of a new Guild? For verily, though all willing to work would be welcome, we, who have first ventured to undertake the task, shouldst possess greater influence, should we not?"
And less generally, he looked up old friends.
"Most redoubtable Tup! Long have I know the strength of thy arm, e'er since we didst contend for that fine fat cranium rat, when thou dist smite fully twelve teeth from my head with a single blow! Wouldst thou lend thy strength to a common cause, a shared endeavor?"
"Fair Smink! While thy beauty dazzles the eye, 'tis thy skill with fabrication which brings me hither. What sayest thou to the opportunity to design mechanisms to assist in salvage labor? I freely conrfess, thou I am an adept salvager, and a capable hand at fashioning traps, my skill with mechanisms pales before thine. Thou knowest well the vagaries of Sigil's streets, and how we might best convey material in quantity..."
And so forth. Guilds needed members, and his people had proven their aptitude and willingness to perform the work without no expectation from anyone else. Enlisting a few in the interest of actual steady pay was a natural enough offer to make.
As he made the rounds, Ikkit made his pitch.
Mostly variations on the same theme.
"[color=#80BF80]That lucre thou hast obtained, and the momentary respect of the tall folk is but a sample, the merest taste of what might be possible shouldst we band together. Those whose profit comes from the leavings of the rest the City knows of which I speak. A fine living may be made, as our fair streets already make plain- think, then, of the advantages to be had shouldst we obtain coin from others for the privilege of access to their leavings. They would call it service, but service is remunerated. At present, we possess the goodwill of the Fraternity of Order, and their goodwill grants us a chance. Who wouldst join with me in helping to shape the charter of a new Guild? For verily, though all willing to work would be welcome, we, who have first ventured to undertake the task, shouldst possess greater influence, should we not?[/color]"
And less generally, he looked up old friends.
"[color=#80BF80]Most redoubtable Tup! Long have I know the strength of thy arm, e'er since we didst contend for that fine fat cranium rat, when thou dist smite fully twelve teeth from my head with a single blow! Wouldst thou lend thy strength to a common cause, a shared endeavor?[/color]"
"[color=#80BF80]Fair Smink! While thy beauty dazzles the eye, 'tis thy skill with fabrication which brings me hither. What sayest thou to the opportunity to design mechanisms to assist in salvage labor? I freely conrfess, thou I am an adept salvager, and a capable hand at fashioning traps, my skill with mechanisms pales before thine. Thou knowest well the vagaries of Sigil's streets, and how we might best convey material in quantity...[/color]"
And so forth. Guilds needed members, and his people had proven their aptitude and willingness to perform the work without no expectation from anyone else. Enlisting a few in the interest of actual steady pay was a natural enough offer to make.