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“You’re telling me,” Merlia said sceptically, “that some puny little newcomer put down three Threndotians in hand to hand combat and walked away without a scratch?”
“Aye ma’am,” the Illyan barman said nervously. “Quick as the Void’s comin’, he was. Strong too. Those bottom-feeders didn’t know what hit ‘em. He was right nice to me. Paid up front, and I’m sure he wouldn’t have started any trouble in my pub if they hadn’t started on him.”
“Right,” Merlia replied thoughtfully. “And where might we find this newcomer? I’ve got some questions for him.”
The Illyan looked at her blankly before scratching his head and holding out his hand. She narrowed her eyes at him and glowered. Illyans typically did not stand up to Travians. With deep red eyes, slitted pupils, and small fangs that were reminiscent of their long-tempered savagery, Travians were the sophisticated alternative to Threndotian mercenaries. Lithe, strong and shapely, Merlia herself was the true embodiment of what it was to be a Travian warrior. And yet the Illyan stuck to his guns. She harrumphed and handed over 50MD, which he quickly secreted away in one of many pouches hidden about his person.
“He loaded ‘em up on his sled and took ‘em to the Moot Bureau to get some bounties. The thing is,” the Illyan lowered his voice conspiratorially, “I don’t think he’s a Moot citizen. Didn’t know some obvious things, and I’ve never seen anything that looks like ‘im before. Haven’t heard anything over the infowaves about a new signatory to the Moot neither. So odds are, he’s probably still there, under arrest for unlawfully apprehending a Moot citizen or some such nonsense.”
“What makes you so sure that he hasn’t already been taken by StationSec?” Merlia asked sharply. She could still get to him, wherever he was, but it would be substantially cheaper to get to him at the Moot Bureau rather that the Security Offices.
“I’ve got friends in pubs all over Erebos,” the Illyan laughed, “and I know that Constable Patrokus has been drunk for three days straight at The Laughing Indril and it doesn’t look like he’s going to be sober any time soon.”
Welbeck paced the edges of his cell for what must have been the thousandth time in the few short days that he’d been there. He was bored and dreadfully so. It was not as if he was mistreated. He received meals three times a day that he could both digest and, to some extent, enjoy. He was not beaten or interrogated. He had adequate plumbing facilities to wash and so on and he was provided with a moderately comfortable bed to sleep on. It was a bloody paradise compared to Kokoda. He was almost tempted to stay if he was not driven by greater imperatives, chief among them being the desire to return home to his family, but another strong motivating factor was that this cell was so bloody boring. It was so boring that he grew to hunger for the company of the Stroban who ran the place, even though the bastard never spoke.
He saw the Stroban Moot official stroll past the glass wall divided his cell from the hallway a few times a day, but the busy being barely spared him a glance as it went about its duties. His arrest had been accompanied with the words, “the authorities will arrive shortly.” He had assumed ‘shortly’ had meant a matter of hours, but as he had sat and stewed in his boredom for what was now the fourth day, Welbeck had realised that ‘shortly’ had entirely different meaning in this little corner of creation. The phrase that the Stroban had precisely enunciated, this lie, actually meant that the authorities would arrive whenever they could be bloody arsed.
Welbeck looked at the glass that blocked his freedom with speculation. It looked about as thick as the glass that he’d smashed through back on the Quinzuin Cruiser. He could do it. He could do it and get out of this damn cage. Welbeck had already taken up a sprinter’s posture at the end of the cell facing the glass before he really took a moment to think through the consequences of his actions.
He was already in trouble, of that much he was certain. The actual severity of his punishment was unknown to him. If this was the space version of prison, perhaps the Moot equivalent of hard labour was pushing a lawn mower about and weeding some old bastard’s garden. To try to escape, or cause damage to this government’s property, would probably mean that they would up the sentence on him. It would be years before he could even think about returning to Earth, let alone put any plan he could think up into action.
“What on earth you doing?”
Welbeck froze and looked up. He’d been staring down at his feet, still in a pose that suggested he was ready to spring into any number of athletic actions, as he thought through his options. Now a new, and by the tone of voice, severe and authoritarian player had made themselves known. The speaker was a woman, as far as he could tell, in that she had the shape of one. Welbeck was careful not to make assumptions, however. He was in space. She could be bloody anything but, for now, she was a woman. The woman in question had smooth ash- grey skin and deep red eyes. Welbeck’s eyes narrowed and his figurative hackles rose as he spotted fangs that peeked cheekily from behind her lips.
“Just thinking about breaking through the glass,” Welbeck replied neutrally as he slowly sank into a fighter’s crouch. “I’ve done it before.”
The vampire-woman-thing looked at him speculatively, in a manner that made Welbeck very aware of the blood that was pumping through his veins. He suppressed an instinctive shudder.
“Why,” she finally drawled, “would you do that when I could just let you out?”
“I’m not sure old mate wandering around here would like that. Or the turrets that would probably fill us both with holes as soon as we step out the door.”
“Trust me, newcomer, it’s all been paid for.”
“And my fine?”
“Well, that will depend upon the outcome of this little talk.”
Merlia let her fangs show because she knew it unnerved him. This self-professed ‘Human’ who called himself John Welbeck was everything she’d hoped he would be. Not only in terms of physical ability, which appeared to be on the high end of the spectrum, but also in reference to his intuitive and cognitive processes. Travians were masters at many things and, if it were not for large conglomerations of political entities like the Moot and the Commonwealth and the fact that it took extreme situations for groups of more than 50 Travians to work together at any given time, there was no doubt that they would have carved themselves an empire from the backs of the vast majority of docile races that inhabited civilised space. Even now, the Travian political community was well on the way to achieving it. Manipulation, observation, deception, plotting and killing; all of these things came naturally to the Travian race. Here, Merlia reasoned, she may have met a species that may rival her own in a few of those categories.
Welbeck had recognised her danger to him immediately, of that much Merlia was certain. She was an omnivore, but evolution had left Travians with sharp fangs that varied in sizes depending on different families. It is said that the larger the fangs, the more combat oriented a Travian is likely to be. Her fangs and the fangs of her bloodline were quite large. She could tell that his instincts immediately screamed predator when he first saw her. As he had sunk into a fighter’s crouch her own instincts had started screaming too.
Her mind had joined her instincts when they had started to negotiate. He was shrewd and quick-witted, immediately recognising her ploy for what it was, an attempt to secure the loyalty of a potential recruit with little to no cost. She believed that some called it indentured servitude. He had already guessed at the vast reach of her resources, she knew. She also knew that he had nowhere else to go.
“You’ll pay for my fine, and in return I come work for you. That’s the bare-bones of it, yes?”
“Yes. And, of course, I’ll be taking a percentage of any bounties or rewards you may accrue in your independent action.”
“80% until your debt to me is paid. If you still wish to continue on working for me that percentage will reduce.”
“By how much?”
“My standard cut is 60%. Good workers can get it down to a 50-50 split,” Merlia smiled slyly. “If I like them.”
“What do I get in return for that percentage of my pay besides, of course, the curious sensation of being fucked up the arse?”
“My dear Mr. Welbeck, You get protection. Every time you need help in situations like this,” Merlia gestured at the stark white walls of the Moot Bureau interview room. “I’ll be there. I’ll bail you out of gaol, I will get you into places that a non-citizen like yourself wouldn’t normally be able to go, and I will make sure you get the best medical treatment possible when you inevitably get shot. If you’re lost and hunted in some hell-hole because a hit’s gone bad, I’ll send someone to pick you up. I’m the nurse that keeps you alive. I’m the key that opens doors. I’m the security blanket that makes sure you don’t fall to pieces. That, Mr. Welbeck, is what you get.”
Welbeck sat and stared at her pensively as he chewed at his lips in thought. Merlia couldn’t help but notice that he too had small fang-like incisors. He was an omnivore, at least. She wasn’t sure if she had him yet, but by the Void did she want him. Something told her he’d be worth quite a bit of money down the track.
“Right,” Welbeck gruffed, “how does it work, then? I can’t pick people up or do anything like that because I’m a non-citizen.” “That’s where I come in, Mr. Welbeck. As a non-citizen you are not allowed to apprehend Moot citizens wanted by the law as an independent contractor. However, when you sign on as an employee with my company, any action taken that falls under your employment parameters will be seen as an action taken by the company, not by you. As such, with my company’s credentials, you will be able to operate as an independent contractor. These facts will be stated on the MID that we will provide.”
Welbeck nodded and Merlia took it as a sign to continue, the small flutter in her chest telling her that she was close to the kill, as some seasoned bargainers would put it. Negotiation was much like hunting, depending on how you went about it.
“In terms of how the actual work goes, it’s quite simple. For the most part, you will operate independently, with any bounty you claim automatically paying 20% into the account we’ll set up for you and the 80% going to the company. From time to time, however, we will contact you and offer you work that has been offered directly to the company by a prospective client. This may be anything from mercenary work to a bodyguard contract. Should you accept it, we will pay you the same percentage of what the client is offering that you would normally receive from a claimed bounty.”
“Right,” Welbeck replied, his bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion and recognition in his lack of choices in the matter. “Before I sign, I want a written guarantee that I will be able to leave at any given time after the payment of my debt, that the interest rate is for that debt not to go above 8% per annum and,” Welbeck paused significantly. “You’re cut is 25% once the debt is paid.”
Merlia’s mouth went dry. “Preposterous,” she spluttered, “how can I expect to make a profit? I’ll go no lower than 50%.”
“And I’ll go no higher than 40%.” Welbeck stated calmly. There was a moment of disbelieving silence as Welbeck sat motionless, his blue eyes boring into Merlia’s red. Merlia couldn’t believe his thought process. That he would actually risk his freedom over a little bit of extra money was absurd, but something told her that he would happily return to his cell if he didn’t get what he wanted. He moved imperceptibly, as if to rise and leave.
“Fine, I agree,” Merlia blurted out, frightened that she would lose him when she had gone through so much effort to locate him.
“Where do I sign?”
“Right here,” Merlia said morosely. She entered the correct changes for the agreement into the form template and handed it across to Welbeck, who signed them with no change of expression.
“Welcome to Sanguine Solutions, Mr. Welbeck. If you’ll come with me, I have the perfect job to start you off.”
Merlia allowed herself a small smile of victory as she led Welbeck from the room. Good assets were hard to come by and she could practically smell the money she was going to make off him in the future, despite the draconian agreement he had just forced her to offer.
“There’s someone on Erebos that I want you to take,” Merlia purred as they walked through the crowded streets. All of Welbeck’s things had been returned to him, most importantly his weapon, which was now a comforting weight strapped to his right thigh.
“Right, who?” Welbeck growled back. His immediate dislike towards Merlia had been tempered with respect, but that did not silence the niggling voice of distrust that whispered in his mind. She was intelligent and manipulative, of that much he was certain. He had the feeling that she had intended to acquiesce to his demands from the start. He also had the sneaking suspicion that this vampire-woman had her fingers in some not altogether legal pies.
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“What’s it matter to me?” Welbeck asked as he shouldered past an Illyan. The poor being was nearly launched into a nearby stall, and launched a tirade of angry curses at Welbeck’s back. “Sorry about that, mate, I wasn’t paying attention.” Welbeck’s smile sent the Illyan scampering, and his face fell in confusion. “I was only trying to be polite.”
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“What about yours?”
“Oh, it can mean a great deal of things in mine, depending on the situation. It can go so far as to show a willingness to mate.”
“Same here, I guess.” Welbeck replied tightly. “Back on topic then, what’s this about the rich bastard and his boy?”
“Refreshingly direct. Well, here we are. He’s in there.” Welbeck and Merlia had stopped in front of a non-descript door at the base of a building like any other in this section of Erebos. Worn, graphitized and slightly dirty, the door could lead to any number of situations, illicit or innocent.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“The boy has made himself an enemy of a boss of a local crime syndicate. Fairly low level. They’ve kidnapped him and are now asking the father to pay an exorbitant fee to get him back safely. Go in there and get him.”
“Sounds like the bastard’s rich as can be, why not just pay the ransom and be done with it.”
“The nature of Centari politics means that situations like this are best kept under the rug. It’s cheaper politically and financially to hire us to do the job quietly, rather than have Herd Leader’s potential liabilities spreading about town. Furthermore, there’s no guarantee that the abductors will return the boy once that ransom is paid. Since there’s nobody who knows about this, although I’m sure there are some who suspect, then there’s nothing to stop our client from taking his boy back by force and then killing the crime boss to send a message to similar persons who may or may not decide that our client is a soft touch. Act strong, look strong is a very real mantra that much of the Centari follow in their political lives. Looking weak is not an option. These gangsters made a very big mistake by not making the fact that they had this boy public.”
Welbeck remained silent.
“So, here’s the plan, and it is rather simple. Go in there and get him back. Deal with anyone who tries to stop you by any means you deem necessary.”
“What’s he look like?”
“He’s a Centari, darling, they’re quite obvious. Just look for the only thing in there with 4 legs and a tail.”
“Right.” Welbeck nodded. He drew his pistol, he still hadn’t really had the chance to test it out, and contemplated the door. He didn’t like the sound of this whole deal that he’d entered into with that vampire witch, but he also knew he had no choice. He owed her a debt, and he’d have to pay it and then earn some more cash on top of that if he was ever to see his children again.
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The lead guard, an Illyan, lifted his weapon to fire at Welbeck which, when considering the current situation he was in, was a very stupid move. Welbeck fired his pistol. The report of the gun was strange enough to make Welbeck’s eyes widen in shock. It was as if a piece of corrugated iron had flapped and torn in a windstorm. They widened a little further at the damage that the bolt of blue energy could do. The Illyan’s head had been blown clean off. Green blood spurted from the stump left behind and hung in the air like a fine mist. The second bolt was already on the way down the corridor as the headless body twitched and fell, striking the second guard, a one-eyed Stroban, in the chest. It burned his skin away like paper and launched him backwards to crunch into the ground, where he expired without a sound.
“Fuck me,” Welbeck said wonderingly as stared down at his gun. For all intents and purposes, it looked like a standard issue British Service revolver with some glowing bits tacked on. He bloody loved it.
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- I always settle +/+ coords - for a very stupid reason. I hate writing "-" in input boxes when sending resources/troops and if youre on +/+ cords you dont have to do this so much xD
- As soon as you spawn, your only goal is to settle a new Village ASAP. DOnt plan on wrecking that roman player near you, dont rush paladins to farm teutons - SETTLE A NEW VILLAGE ASAP
- Dont skip the tutorial, even if you know every single little thing about travian - you get a special reward in the tutorial "Your hero instantly arives to the adventure".....therefore i always send my hero on the longest adventure, to gain the most out of that reward.
- Here is a complete list of task and rewards - calculate which ones are worth doing, to gain the most resources. https://wbb.forum.travian.com/index.php?thread/61641-t4-2-tasks-task-rewards/
- Check your soroundings, do you have a lot of oases that can be easily cleared? Are there any players, that could proove themselves to be a threat? always keep an eye on their development.
So for the first days complete the list of tasks (those that are worth it) and only upgrade fields. As you have your fields on lvl 5 start building CP producing buildings. Build an academy, lvl 3 embassy, lvl 10 cranny, lvl 10 main building, lvl 7 market, and fill the rest of the spots with lvl 3 crannies. This will help you get your CP up in no time. If youre a gold player i strongly recomend getting the HELM OF THE GLADIATOR. Its a must have for a fast 2. village.
So, if you extend your protection period (i do this a lot actually and only farm oases) then there is no need to train more than 60 clubs. You have to know, that clubs dont cost you 250resources- they cost 250 at training + 1 every hour. AND you spent those 250resources on a troop, rather on a building that would increase your production. So they actually cost a lot more and you really need to estimate if they are worth it.
If you dont extend your protection, then research SCOUTS and build at least 150 troops by the end of your begginers protection. Scout and raid villages NON STOP, your daily farm income should be at least as much as your village produces in a day.
And finaly some DON'Ts of the early game:
- Do not build a palace in your 1st village. It's too expensive
- Do not raid every single player in your 10x10. Eliminate the problematic players and let some grow. They will be much better farms later in the game, and you might even chief their villages.
- Do not build tons of troops in the beggining. The early day raids might be good, youre getting your 3200resources per village but soon, those will run out, and you will be left with a 800man army, with farms that produce 40 res per hour, and with undeveloped resource fields.
- If using gold, which is kind of a must for a fast start, always develop your resouce fields lvl by lvl. Meaning, dont upgrade your woodcuters to lvl 6 and leave iron at lvl 3, because lover lvl fields "pay" for themselves a lot sooner than higher lvl fields - basically meaning you get more value for your resources.
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And this is my first attempt at writing such a thing, so its a bit messy....i might get better in the future XD