[H] Ironboot MPG (Goblin only RP guild)

“Posters hang from the walls of all the major cities

You a Goblin and looking for work? Tired of being undercut by Gallywix, and having that gigantic green belly steal all your moolah only because he has all the contacts in town? No more is that the case! Ironboot MPG is alive and needs Goblins from all areas of work! If you're a medic, loaner, skilled in a particular trade, explosives expert or even just a chauffeur as long as there is profit to be made from your line of work, Ironboot MPG wants you! If interested, the office is located in the Valley of Honour, Orgrimmar. Ask for Sazt Silvergrin.

What the hell are you waiting for?!"

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There was a calm mood in the office of Ironboot MPG. A single Goblin sat behind the desk, sorting through paperwork. Clad in heavy plate armour, and with his mace and shield resting against the wall, the Goblin furrowed his brow as he read the information before him with his one good eye. The other eye was covered with an eyepatch, and the skin around it was light green and scarred. This was Sazt Silvergrin, also known as Ironboot. The C.E.O of the newly formed company, Ironboot MPG, he had only officially been a company for a scant few hours and yet he had two budding employees, that had been hard at work already tidying the office. The crates full of contacts were organised, the supplies had been labled accordingly, and ready to be shipped, and the merchandise had been cleaned and inspected. All in all, it had been a good first day. He had given the two the rest of the day off, as he finished up with the paperwork.

Pausing from the few documents left in front of him, he looked around the room, smiling to himself. “Ya' done good, ya' done good. From this room, were gonna' ruin dat' Gallywix's empire from da' inside out.” Grinning to himself, he turned back to his paperwork. He would be here a few more hours yet, finalising everything, but he was willing to do what it took to provide a better life not just for himself, but Goblins everywhere.

In the distance, a gong could be heard chiming twelve times.

C.E.O: The boss, the person in charge of the company

Executive:There are two of these, yet to be defined. These are the bosses right and left hand men. They run the guild when he isn't around, and are responsible for any mishaps that happen when the Boss isnt around:

Bodyguard: There will be four of these, two for the boss and one each for the Executive. They are the eyes and ears of the Boss/Executives when their backs are turned. They are ruthless they are cold, they will murder any that attempt anything on the Boss/Executive. Not to be underestimated.

The three ranks above are the officer ranks.

Manager: There will be four Managers, one for each of the ranks that generate profit. They are in charge of seeing the new Employee's through, helping them better their abilities and crafts. They will be skilled in each of the ranks they lead.

Managers are sub-officer ranks.

Tradesmen: Tradesmen cover a wide varity of skills, from engineering to blacksmithing, loaners to tailors. This rank covers the most array of skills, and is filled with talent from all aspects

Bruisers: Exactly what it says on the tin. These guys are tough, and take a beating. They dish out the pain and can take it in return. Most of the manual labour, or killing jobs will go to these guys.

Medic: Medics heal people. They can be priests of the holy light, shamans using the spirits or perhaps very skilled in triage. Potential for even surgeons (Que mad doctor).

Spec ops: Every company has its dodgy parts. This is the same in Ironboot. Spec ops are shady Goblins, who specialize in assassination, info gathering and any other shady business. Sneaky buggers.

Employee: The trial rank. To pass trial your Goblin must complete a total of four jobs, in regard to whichever rank you wish to pursue, to prove they will be a worthy asset to the company.