RP:Collapse

Scandal's Banking trust suffers a major setback which entails the destruction of the current progress on the location. Not disheartened he pays a years wages to the hundreds of workers involved provided they stick with him, as he seeks a new location.

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Scandal was busily discussing plans with his foreman when he felt through the earth a small tremor. "Everyone quiet, now." The room fell silent, the air acrid with smell of many burning cigars, and candles. The men who were dressed as foreman comprising of wide variety of former poor classes and races in Cenril's poverty population, quivered realizing the tremor was not one of their own creations. Not a word was said as the men and women in the room quickly exited the room, and as scandal ran quickly to what he believed was the heart of the problem. "Thank god, we only work in the pit during the day." He said as a large cloud of dust billowed up out of the vast deep shaft. At the top of his lungs, he screamed toward the foreman, "Wake the triplets, get them to open worker barracks, get everyone out of the lot, NOW!"

Scandal :: As employees scrambled some gathering the plans, others dispatched to open the barracks and get the workers out, others scrambling for their lives, and yet others greedily collecting the accounting books and gold inside. In minutes the well timed former drills had been successful, and Scandal was thankful that every worker was in the town-square, every employed worker. Beneath his feet scandal felt the earth slip away. Leaping over the fence, and landing just as the lot fell inward, the lot collapsing into the hole. Hundreds of workmen groaned, realizing the project that had given them hope of rising above the poverty line was destroyed before it had even been completed. One of the foreman, a feline, who also did the payroll, spoke to Scandal, "Sir, we have enough money to pay the workers for the end of their day," Scandal stood in silence. This was a set back, a big one, but perhaps it was for the better, he had grown to detest the whalers bar across the street, and his vast hoard had hardly even taken a dent so this was not above rising from. He turned to the crowd. "Attention, I want to thank each and everyone of you for the services you rendered to this project, but this is not the end, no, for while we have merely lost a location we have not lost what is most important, Buildings can be rebuilt workers can be replenished, but you cannot, and therefore if you will stick by me as I find a new place for our Bank to be built, I shall have Falker," He said pointing to the feline foreman, "Deliver to each and everyone of you, a years wages." Gasps of surprise and admiration went up from the crowd, as the triplets opened up each a large bag of gold each half of their 11' size, to which the gold would be dispersed among the workers. Scandal stepped down for an hour as the workers were dispersed their wages, shaking hands with several different races and hundreds of workers, getting to know their names. Then he stood by the fence of the destroyed lot, careful planning had helped keep other properties from damage, but the hole would have to be refilled in for resale. And that was project he'd have to do on his own. But that was for another night.