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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sollir Furryfoot" data-source="post: 1961885" data-attributes="member: 748">Arch-Merchant Glu'boise of the Empire of LynnIt's been about a month now since the Combined Merchant's Guild has taken over the Empire of Lynn, and about three weeks since the Arch-Merchant Glu'boise appeared and took charge of things.  Apprehension already showed on the mercane's face when he was alone within his private chambers in one of the many palaces of Emperor Lynn IIII.  It was obvious that even from such a short time period the mercane was annoyed to some extent, after all, the people of Lynn had hardly recognized him as a true sovereign...he wasn't, but it wouldn't hurt for them to show some respect instead of just ignoring him!  It was to be expected though; after all, the Lynnians had gone through about a dozen previous owners before, since the time they made their bid for their limited sort of immortality.  The people knew who Glu'boise was and they realized he was the new owner-yet he earned no praise nor worship, barely any acknowledgement.  He was going to prove his worth to these people however, and as a result the Combined Merchant's Guild as well.  He knew he had the talent of a legendary leader-or at least a businessman, and knew the in's and out's of expanding the worth of nations through his previous activities within his guild.*rap tap tap clitter clack* the sound of a bony hand sounded upon the ivory door of his private chambers.  Glu'boise snapped his fingers and the scrying globe which had rested before him vanished, tucked safely away into an extraplanar dimension to which only he knew the secret to.  He knew what his visitors were-but he didn't know whom they were.  As a mercane, he had dealt with all sorts of folks-humans, angels, formians, planetouched, even demons and devils.  In the forefront of his mind, he knows nothing that devils offer is ever truly free.  His curiosity overwhelms his judgement however, and he had already made preparations to meet with his visitors in the palace's antechamber.  The knocking at the door was the signal that his visitors were waiting, although properly entertained for the moment.Sighing, he made his way to the door, looking at himself in a nearby, adjacent mirror momentarily.  Ten magical rings, one adorning each of his fingers glittered with potent and mysterious eldritch magic, emanating so much power that his form was almost engulfed by the sight of those ten precious rings.  He was draped in the proper attire of a diplomat to Lynn, a woven vest of gold as thin and smooth as silk with a silver robe on which rose-tinted glass butterflies were adorned; overall not a half-bad outfit, he thought as he examined his reflection.  Etiquette was always one of Glu'boise's strong points and a source of pride for the mercane.  Had he been the one to visit the devils, he mused, he would be dressed up in an even stranger fashion than the one he wore currently.Sufficiently poised and prepared, Glu'boise made his way to the antechamber to meet with the devils.</blockquote>

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