"Oh, I don't doubt you're your own person, lass." He says in his odd dialect calmly, with a mischievous smile. Seeing the aetherborn come out of the forest causes him to chuckle. Switching to Common, his accent his thick and his language imperfect, but he asks Namura, "How many servants you have, dear? I see two, and think more are in that forest." He points behind her. "Looks like some shiny toys stealthy there." He turns his head to the crew, and says something that isn't understood to them. Completely sheathing their weapons, they take their hands off the weapons and begin loading the crates from the pair of wagons onto the boats. As the crew moves the crates, Quill is able to get a good look at the insignia, and recognizes it from when he worked on the Renegade aether collection site as the insignia for the Blackflight, a shady organization with strong ties in Log'kaejalu, the village built into the swamp's lhaesvinbiir. They have their hands in much of the black market within Peema, but focus mostly on illicit drug trades.
"You say need passage to lhaesvinbiir? I will take happily you and friends for..." He pauses, thinking for a moment, "80 gold pieces per head."
As he stepped out of the brush, Quill's eyes locked onto the insignia. "Blackflight," he muttered under his breath. Switching to a similar dialect of elvish that he had picked up when working in the area, he responded to the smugglers. "80 gold a head? On those rickety boats? You ask too much, friend. Something closer to 20 gold apiece would be accurate for the transport provided." Quill stared at the supposed "leader" of the group, awaiting a response.
Seeing Quill step out of the forest only confirmed his theory. Staying in Common, he responds. "More of you are there! This was known. And a gambler with ability in our dialect! How interesting..."
He smiles, for a reason unknown. "BUT. Your question is denied. You need way to village, and we like to be comfy on boats! Your effort will make it 70 gold pieces per head." There's a twinkle in his eye, as if this is something he thoroughly enjoys. "And why not everyone come out for me to see! I don't know if I even have room on boats."
Buama finds this oddly amusing even if she doesn't like what the guy sounds like. She rides out on Lizzy with her thunder cannon across her lap acting like she had been finding a place with larger spacing. She is off to the right of where the others had come out of the woods. She simply smiles as she assesses how many there are and the size of the area they were in noting the ones loading the two boats.
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"I have a counter proposal," Namura narrowed her eyes, her hand reaching for her weapon. With lightning speed, she withdrew both shortswords and slashed at the leader. Both blades left long lines of red across his chest, causing her lips to curl up into a bit of a smile.
The ranger was ready for a fight, and she did not intend to give her gold to people who she could only assume were slavers.
Jarlock cries out as the blades slice across his chest, stepping back a bit and grasping at his chest with one hand. In his Elvish dialect, he cries out, "You just cut me!" The others behind him drop whatever they're holding and begin to move forward, shouting. He holds up a hand to stop them, however.
Hearing Lero's demand, he respond in Common, "You want boats so bad? Fine. Take them. Boats aren't worth our lives."
"Now, now, that was completely uncalled for, Namura. It's not very nice to kill people, especially over boats of all things. If they were holding one of us captive, I'd understand your desire to kill them, but that rage of yours is like a dagger in my mind. I thought you were a better person than this."
Flux steps out of the bushes, Turbo beside him. His hands are up to show that he has no tricks up his sleeves as he walks forward, placing them on Lero and Namura in an attempt to calm them down as he passes them, stopping next to Namura.
"Sorry about these two. They are a little hot-headed. Unfortunately, 70 gold a head is a bit out of our range right now, and our reasons for getting across aren't something that we can leave to a week from now"
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"One of them on each boat so they may find a way to get themselves back. That's it," Lero says. "We need to get across in one trip, and there isn't enough room for them."
He knows this type of person. He was this type of person. They'll find a way to get even if they're allowed to live, but he's not the type of person to kill them in cold blood when what he needs is freely offered.
"They are athuum," Namura still clutched at her swords tightly, unsure of what was right. "They were talking about slaves, Lero. I don't want them to stab us in the back as soon as we turn around."
"They're also not Fiends, Namura. Profiting during tragedy is not a mortal offense, and you can't fit a slave in those little boxes." He doesn't take his eyes off the elves as he speaks, following up with, "We're taking the boats. Drop your weapons and leave. Once we're out of sight you can come back to retrieve your belongings and your... goods."
Jarlock grimaces, choosing his next words and actions carefully. Lero's command of "Now!" made the choice easier. "Do what the human said, gentlemen. Not needing spill blood over a the boats. Trust goes both ways, as the saying is said."
They drop their weapons, and Lero notices the exotic scabbard Jarlock's rapier is encased in, the handle of precious gold, the guard an elaborate pattern of flame... Visibly displeased, Jarlock disappears with his men into the fog and foliage, soon disappearing from both sight and sound. The adrenaline subsiding, you recognize the dull drone of buzzing once again.
Flux apologises to the group as they leave. They pull out a bit of paper, and write a note, informing them that if they could, Flux (the aetherborn with the lifecraft tiger) would return the boats, and apologises for any stuff that is taken, as the group rarely listens to him. When they spot Lero eyeing the rapier owned by Jarlock, Flux speaks up once more.
"I think taking their boats is more than enough. Leave their stuff alone."
Buama isn't sure what she thinks of the attack having understood every word said, but once the elves wander off she moves up to one boat living Lizzy on the shore for the moment. She pries the lid off one of the serpent marked boxes to see what is in it out of curiosity. She was not sure if they were good or bad, but really didn't want to travel with things that were so marked. Serpents tended to be on the bad side in her opinion.
"Hey, Namura, do you know anything about these purple flowers? I remember seeing them in the forest, but my nature knowledge is failing me on what they are." She points into the box she opened.
Lero approaches the boat with Namura as Buama calls her over, his new exotic scabbard hanging from his belt. "Toss it all on the shore," he says, "It's probably some sort of drug."
He proceeds to clear out the boats, and when he's finished he calls out, "All aboard! Next stop, Ihasburger."
Namura waited for the horrible elves to leave, although she was narrowly able to keep herself from removing Jarlock's skull from the rest of his body. "Does it matter if they are not trafficking in people at this very moment?" the ranger scowled. "Those who steal children away from their homes are worse than any demon."
Namura breathed deeply, realizing that she was projecting her own experiences onto their current predicament. Everyone else was moving on as if nothing was wrong with what had just happened, so she needed to keep up. Besides, the buzzing of what sounded like insects forced her to focus on the dangers of the present. "Wait, before we get on those boats," she cautioned. "Bugs do not get to be that loud without being exceedingly large or extremely numerous."
The exchange between Namura, Lero and the elf was surprising to Kraithee, specially when Namura attacked the elf without warning.
but then she said "they are slavers" and that changed everything.
Still close to Flux, Kraithee's demeanor changes drastically, it is angry now: "Who ever profits on the life of others deserve a more dire fate than what this animals are been allowed to have by us..."
Kraithee was born a sleve, it was a property, a thing, something someone owned. The renegades gave Kraithee his liberty, his freedom.
After the ordeal is finished and the slavers leave, Kaithee tells Namura: If you want Namura, I can burn all this crates, just say the word."
to Flux: "I don't know much of your past Flux, but if they are slavers they profit on the life of innocents, they take away that wich makes everyone unique away, their freee will. And to make things worst they could be drug traffickers so they ruin more lives then probably the Consulate itself."
"There are worse things than slavers Krai. Like murderers. As an aetherborn, you should know that life is the most precious thing something can have. Without life, there is no freedom. With life, there is a chance. There was no proof that they are slavers in any case. The only indication of such was them calling Lero and Quill slaves of Namura. You all jumped to a conclusion. A drug trafficker can only ruin the lives of a few, but the Consulate can ruin, and has ruined, the lives in a city and more."
Flux adds to their note, apologising for the theft of the scabbard.
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Duncan watched all that happened in a matter of seconds. By the time he was up the slavers were already handing over the boats. Everyone was getting pretty mad about the slavers profession. Not much different from his own. They take lives from the children, he takes lives period. He couldn't really judge them for what their business was, since he himself had taken the lives of many. Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, and Sisters all of various ages. He silently went on the boats were ever he was allowed and hoped that no one would ask him his opinion on the matter.
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Buama shrugs and finds some of the crates are not within her power to move by herself so she has Lizzy move them. She has no idea who the elves really were and at this point she just wanted to get the job done and get back to the lab. All this wandering around getting what seemed like nowhere was wearing on her despite her usually upbeat attitude. Thankfully the boats were decent sized, but how much manpower did it take to row one. She knew her strength was not even on par with average. It was only knowing how to manipulate aether devices that her thunder cannon did not have the recoil that should go with such a gun.
She fell silent while pondering all this out of the way in one of the boats and had Lizzy settle in the middle when the crates were out of the way.
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"Oh, I don't doubt you're your own person, lass." He says in his odd dialect calmly, with a mischievous smile. Seeing the aetherborn come out of the forest causes him to chuckle. Switching to Common, his accent his thick and his language imperfect, but he asks Namura, "How many servants you have, dear? I see two, and think more are in that forest." He points behind her. "Looks like some shiny toys stealthy there." He turns his head to the crew, and says something that isn't understood to them. Completely sheathing their weapons, they take their hands off the weapons and begin loading the crates from the pair of wagons onto the boats. As the crew moves the crates, Quill is able to get a good look at the insignia, and recognizes it from when he worked on the Renegade aether collection site as the insignia for the Blackflight, a shady organization with strong ties in Log'kaejalu, the village built into the swamp's lhaesvinbiir. They have their hands in much of the black market within Peema, but focus mostly on illicit drug trades.
"You say need passage to lhaesvinbiir? I will take happily you and friends for..." He pauses, thinking for a moment, "80 gold pieces per head."
As he stepped out of the brush, Quill's eyes locked onto the insignia. "Blackflight," he muttered under his breath. Switching to a similar dialect of elvish that he had picked up when working in the area, he responded to the smugglers. "80 gold a head? On those rickety boats? You ask too much, friend. Something closer to 20 gold apiece would be accurate for the transport provided." Quill stared at the supposed "leader" of the group, awaiting a response.
Seeing Quill step out of the forest only confirmed his theory. Staying in Common, he responds. "More of you are there! This was known. And a gambler with ability in our dialect! How interesting..."
He smiles, for a reason unknown. "BUT. Your question is denied. You need way to village, and we like to be comfy on boats! Your effort will make it 70 gold pieces per head." There's a twinkle in his eye, as if this is something he thoroughly enjoys. "And why not everyone come out for me to see! I don't know if I even have room on boats."
Buama finds this oddly amusing even if she doesn't like what the guy sounds like. She rides out on Lizzy with her thunder cannon across her lap acting like she had been finding a place with larger spacing. She is off to the right of where the others had come out of the woods. She simply smiles as she assesses how many there are and the size of the area they were in noting the ones loading the two boats.
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"I have a counter proposal," Namura narrowed her eyes, her hand reaching for her weapon. With lightning speed, she withdrew both shortswords and slashed at the leader. Both blades left long lines of red across his chest, causing her lips to curl up into a bit of a smile.
The ranger was ready for a fight, and she did not intend to give her gold to people who she could only assume were slavers.
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Lero's rapier is out and ready in a flash as he prepares for the battle.
"We'll be taking those boats now," he says as he steps forward to fight.
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Jarlock cries out as the blades slice across his chest, stepping back a bit and grasping at his chest with one hand. In his Elvish dialect, he cries out, "You just cut me!" The others behind him drop whatever they're holding and begin to move forward, shouting. He holds up a hand to stop them, however.
Hearing Lero's demand, he respond in Common, "You want boats so bad? Fine. Take them. Boats aren't worth our lives."
"Now, now, that was completely uncalled for, Namura. It's not very nice to kill people, especially over boats of all things. If they were holding one of us captive, I'd understand your desire to kill them, but that rage of yours is like a dagger in my mind. I thought you were a better person than this."
Flux steps out of the bushes, Turbo beside him. His hands are up to show that he has no tricks up his sleeves as he walks forward, placing them on Lero and Namura in an attempt to calm them down as he passes them, stopping next to Namura.
"Sorry about these two. They are a little hot-headed. Unfortunately, 70 gold a head is a bit out of our range right now, and our reasons for getting across aren't something that we can leave to a week from now"
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"One of them on each boat so they may find a way to get themselves back. That's it," Lero says. "We need to get across in one trip, and there isn't enough room for them."
He knows this type of person. He was this type of person. They'll find a way to get even if they're allowed to live, but he's not the type of person to kill them in cold blood when what he needs is freely offered.
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"They are athuum," Namura still clutched at her swords tightly, unsure of what was right. "They were talking about slaves, Lero. I don't want them to stab us in the back as soon as we turn around."
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"They're also not Fiends, Namura. Profiting during tragedy is not a mortal offense, and you can't fit a slave in those little boxes." He doesn't take his eyes off the elves as he speaks, following up with, "We're taking the boats. Drop your weapons and leave. Once we're out of sight you can come back to retrieve your belongings and your... goods."
"Now!" He yells.
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Jarlock grimaces, choosing his next words and actions carefully. Lero's command of "Now!" made the choice easier. "Do what the human said, gentlemen. Not needing spill blood over a the boats. Trust goes both ways, as the saying is said."
They drop their weapons, and Lero notices the exotic scabbard Jarlock's rapier is encased in, the handle of precious gold, the guard an elaborate pattern of flame... Visibly displeased, Jarlock disappears with his men into the fog and foliage, soon disappearing from both sight and sound. The adrenaline subsiding, you recognize the dull drone of buzzing once again.
"Sorry about my friends. They are a bit on edge."
Flux apologises to the group as they leave. They pull out a bit of paper, and write a note, informing them that if they could, Flux (the aetherborn with the lifecraft tiger) would return the boats, and apologises for any stuff that is taken, as the group rarely listens to him. When they spot Lero eyeing the rapier owned by Jarlock, Flux speaks up once more.
"I think taking their boats is more than enough. Leave their stuff alone."
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Buama isn't sure what she thinks of the attack having understood every word said, but once the elves wander off she moves up to one boat living Lizzy on the shore for the moment. She pries the lid off one of the serpent marked boxes to see what is in it out of curiosity. She was not sure if they were good or bad, but really didn't want to travel with things that were so marked. Serpents tended to be on the bad side in her opinion.
"Hey, Namura, do you know anything about these purple flowers? I remember seeing them in the forest, but my nature knowledge is failing me on what they are." She points into the box she opened.
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Lero approaches the boat with Namura as Buama calls her over, his new exotic scabbard hanging from his belt. "Toss it all on the shore," he says, "It's probably some sort of drug."
He proceeds to clear out the boats, and when he's finished he calls out, "All aboard! Next stop, Ihasburger."
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Namura waited for the horrible elves to leave, although she was narrowly able to keep herself from removing Jarlock's skull from the rest of his body. "Does it matter if they are not trafficking in people at this very moment?" the ranger scowled. "Those who steal children away from their homes are worse than any demon."
Namura breathed deeply, realizing that she was projecting her own experiences onto their current predicament. Everyone else was moving on as if nothing was wrong with what had just happened, so she needed to keep up. Besides, the buzzing of what sounded like insects forced her to focus on the dangers of the present. "Wait, before we get on those boats," she cautioned. "Bugs do not get to be that loud without being exceedingly large or extremely numerous."
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The exchange between Namura, Lero and the elf was surprising to Kraithee, specially when Namura attacked the elf without warning.
but then she said "they are slavers" and that changed everything.
Still close to Flux, Kraithee's demeanor changes drastically, it is angry now: "Who ever profits on the life of others deserve a more dire fate than what this animals are been allowed to have by us..."
Kraithee was born a sleve, it was a property, a thing, something someone owned. The renegades gave Kraithee his liberty, his freedom.
After the ordeal is finished and the slavers leave, Kaithee tells Namura: If you want Namura, I can burn all this crates, just say the word."
to Flux: "I don't know much of your past Flux, but if they are slavers they profit on the life of innocents, they take away that wich makes everyone unique away, their freee will. And to make things worst they could be drug traffickers so they ruin more lives then probably the Consulate itself."
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"There are worse things than slavers Krai. Like murderers. As an aetherborn, you should know that life is the most precious thing something can have. Without life, there is no freedom. With life, there is a chance. There was no proof that they are slavers in any case. The only indication of such was them calling Lero and Quill slaves of Namura. You all jumped to a conclusion. A drug trafficker can only ruin the lives of a few, but the Consulate can ruin, and has ruined, the lives in a city and more."
Flux adds to their note, apologising for the theft of the scabbard.
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Duncan watched all that happened in a matter of seconds. By the time he was up the slavers were already handing over the boats. Everyone was getting pretty mad about the slavers profession. Not much different from his own. They take lives from the children, he takes lives period. He couldn't really judge them for what their business was, since he himself had taken the lives of many. Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, and Sisters all of various ages. He silently went on the boats were ever he was allowed and hoped that no one would ask him his opinion on the matter.
Buama shrugs and finds some of the crates are not within her power to move by herself so she has Lizzy move them. She has no idea who the elves really were and at this point she just wanted to get the job done and get back to the lab. All this wandering around getting what seemed like nowhere was wearing on her despite her usually upbeat attitude. Thankfully the boats were decent sized, but how much manpower did it take to row one. She knew her strength was not even on par with average. It was only knowing how to manipulate aether devices that her thunder cannon did not have the recoil that should go with such a gun.
She fell silent while pondering all this out of the way in one of the boats and had Lizzy settle in the middle when the crates were out of the way.
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