(again, i'm writing other character's dialogue as best i know how. because of that reason, this obviously a far cry from campaign canon. also, pardon any typos and grammatical errors (i think i got em all). i posted this pretty late.)
The conversation went something like this:
"Of course the others can't know about this." Noghri
said after the energies of the room seemed to permit it.
"Why is that?" Hush asked.
"We're setting up a lodge which will have lots of expensive items in it as well as materials that may control our very souls." Nohgri tapped a metallic digit to his chest to punctuate this statement. "It's not that I don't trust our companions, but I am of the opinion that the less people know about this, the better."
"Agreed," Kyoto seconded.
"Makes sense," Hush conceded, "but we should consider that we wouldn't have our money or even our lives without the help of our chummers. If we're to keep this from the others we should at least keep their interests in mind by making sure those who join this association have no other loyalties."
"That's right," said Noghri
, "No members from other magic circles and certainly no members from other teams." The unspoken secretary, Noghri
jotted these sentiments down in his notebook.
"I can see already we're going to be lacking an ethos," said Slice. Of course, this was due to Slice's penchant for random and unnecessary violence. And since he was the cause of the contention, he figured he'd broach the subject.
"With the right rules," countered Spellbreaker after a silence,"I imagine we won't need to enforce any worldviews."
"I agree," concurred Noghri
"Well get this, right," Slice began again,"you guys love the land." At this, Hush nodded and Noghri
raised his eyebrow in interest. "And I love freedom," Slice announced with flourish,"And you know who's a threat to both? The corps, man. It's those mothers who's been exploiting the land and the people on it." This statement lingered in the room uncontested. "They employ guys like us who are twenty times more talented than they are, and, when we stop being useful or we get all uppity thinkin' we have a the right to ask what our lives are really worth, they go and turn on us - sell our ass to another corp." Given recent events, no one could argue with Slice on this point. The corps were scum and they'd never apologize for it. "No corporates in here - ever!"
"Right," Hush added. Noghri
simply nodded and scribbled in his notebook.
"I think we should notice," Noghri
added, "that we are reliant upon one another." With these words, Kyoto Slice scratched at the crusted blood on the lapel of his suit. "Our pooling our magical resources will only increase the symbiotic nature of this relationship."
"That's right," commented Hush,"as it is, if one of us dies, that's a third of the energy gone from our lodge."
"So we help each other out," concluded Slice.
"Under penalty of expulsion," Noghri
"Sure," Slice agreed.
"Sounds fine," said Hush. This decision being unanimous, Noghri
scribbled a little more.
"Well if we're throwing our very lives about," chortled Kyoto with a wry smile,"a little money would be a trifling matter."
"Dues," said Noghri
"You got it," agreed Hush.
The deliberations continued on into the night. The three became wearisome with one another, but understood thorough debate would bring them to an agreement which would be the bedrock of a significant lifestyle change. This ship was being built to last. The most difficult issue was that of a mentor spirit.
"You mean it's gonna tell us what to do?" asked Slice suspiciously.
"Yes," said Noghri
"But so did your mother," countered Hush,"did you always listen to her?"Noghri
continued,"A mentor spirit will guide this lodge and be a vital link to the spirit world. It's a wise move."
Slice conceded this point with a nod, and Noghri
opened a large guilded tome. Choosing a mentor spirit would prove most taxing. Such disparate worldviews and attitudes among the runners kept them talking until nearly sunrise. Finally, they decided upon the Trickster as it appealed to something in the nature of each the men gathered. Noghri
, despite his refinement, got kicks making unwitting mundanes do things they'd hate themselves for if they read it in the evening newsfeed. Hush took joys in undoing the intricate plans of other magic users who thought they were hot stuff. And Slice just loved to con people.
With all the disagreements sorted out, Noghri
transcribed his notes onto a large flat sheet of parchment. He finished just as the sun rose. Each man took a blade and made a slash over his heart and forehead and dipped quills in these wounds to sign the document before them. Then, having muddled the blood in their palms, they shook one another's hands in fidelity.
After smearing the symbols off the walls and extinguishing all the fires, each man stepped into the morning sun. As unlike as each man's temperment to the others were, they all stepped into the new day with a shared sense of commitment and an enthusiasm that only prospects of self discovery can rouse in a person.