Surprised at how quickly Korga was disarmed, Tahlia looks over to the one holding the voidmaws, "Mind taking them away as we make a deal? Those are not necessary."
She then looks to Korga to see if he indeed has what they are looking for, keeping an eye out for deception.
Korga rubs his thick neck where Vic’s blade had pressed, glaring at the cleaver now in her hand. His pride smarted, but survival and appearances warred in his expression. He snorts.
“Tch… You lot got teeth, I’ll grant you. Ain’t many walk in here and walk out again, let alone talk big while doing it.” He jerks his chin toward the voidmaw keeper. “Put the beasts away. No need for a bloodbath when there's coin on the table.”
The beasts growl but are hauled away, chains scraping.
Turning back, Korga gestures to a nearby scrap-littered path. “Got a chassis that might be what you need. Pulled from a derelict three cycles ago. Didn’t test it, but no leech spores last I checked. We’ll go see it. You’ve earned a look.”
Though his voice is gruff and accommodating, his jaw is tight, and his shoulders still bristle—like a caged worg forced to heel. He glances at his watching crew, trying to puff himself back up with a bit of swagger. “Korga always makes deals with them what earn 'em.”
Korga rises slowly, hands open in grudging peace. He grunts, gesturing down a cluttered path between towering scrap heaps. “This way, merchants.” Tahlia watches closely—no falsehood darkens his words.
"Korga's no fool. Let's see whot ye got..". Vic says. She sheathes her rapier bit continues to carry Korga's weapon for the moment. Ever watchful, she keeps an eye out for any treachery.
Tahlia follows along, the earlier bravado of taking down the bullies that run this rock having been greatly diminished. She sighs, she feels for the ones that still occupy this place and then in a more urgent sense, she hopes that once they get what they need, will they be able to leave this rock? Undamaged?
Korga trudges ahead, boots crunching glass and rusted screws beneath him. With a grunt, he stops beside a twisted mound of scorched alloy and slag. “There,” he mutters, jabbing a thick finger toward a hunk of silver-gray metal half-buried beneath conduit coils and broken arcane drives.
Archael’seyes narrow. The lines—the lattice pattern along the spine, the spell-threaded inlays—match what Bramble had been fiddling with aboard the Pen & Parchment. “Looks like the chassis,” he murmurs. “Archsteel… possibly intact.”
"I think this might indeed be what we are looking for." The young white-haired waterdhavian noble says with a nod and a polite smile. "We need it to be fitted to be certain though. You can come and oversee everything of course to make sure we won't leave without giving you a fair price for it."
Korga’s lip curls as Archael speaks, the polite tone landing like barbs against his pride. His eyes harden, shoulders tightening beneath layers of corded muscle and soot-stained leather.
“I ain’t some copper-countin’ merchant,” he growls, voice low but thick with warning. “This ain’t a boutique and I ain’t your blacksmith.”
He steps closer, jabbing a thick finger at the archsteel. “You want it, you dig it out. You pay. Then you walk. That’s the deal.”
His grin turns sly, eyes flicking to the wreckage. “Or stay and earn your keep some other way. We always got use for amusement.”
He chuckles darkly, backing off just a step—just enough to shadow himself amid the towering junk.
"welp, Let's see if it will serve. You don't have anyone strong enough to get it out of there? We can handle it I suppose.". Vic says. she studies the situation and the device to see how it can be removed.
((Looking at the coupler it does not look to big or heavy. It is just half buried in other stuff. You should be able to dig it out and lift it from the other rubble if you all work together)).
Tahlia shrugs and walks over to where the device is half buried. "Vic, you keep an eye on the group, Archael and Djoser and I will get this out. C'mon boys." and she starts digging it out.
The young waterdhavian noble struggled to stay calm and polite at the extreme insolence of the simple thug. He obviously had managed to quickly forget he had been at their mercy mere moments ago and now he did his best to antagonize them further. Apparently he was not to be trusted or even bargained with and perhaps they should simply have made an example of him before his minions to make the rest of them more amenable to their wishes. Now there was nothing to stop the thug to order another attack on them at any point. He gives Tahlia a strained smile as she tells him to start digging. He would not be seen doing manual labour before this thug but fortunately he had magic on his side.
(Ritually cast Invisible servant to help clearing out the coupler, then ritually cast Floating Disc to transport it to the ship.)
Scrap and rust clanged to the ground as the coupler came free, the archsteel frame glinting beneath layers of grime. Archael’s conjured servant, unseen but purposeful, had done most of the heaving, and his floating disc now bore the weight of the prize with effortless poise.
Tahlia straightened, brushing metal dust from her hands, only to realize the half-orc’s looming presence was gone. The air felt… emptier.
A sharp whistle cut through the scrapyard, high and piercing. All eyes rose to a swaying hook on a cable above, near a shadowed platform.
Then came the howls—low at first, then rising in maddened hunger. The voidmaws.
From the darkness above, Korga’s voice rolled down, thick with cruel amusement. “You can take that part—if you can make it out. Consider the ‘entertainment’ your payment.”
"Korga, sacrificin yer pets? Thought you'd have more sense!". With that, Vic drops down into a crouch, readies her crossbow, and summons an illusionary piece of space junk around herself to hide in. 21 stealth, will attempt to shoot the first of the voidmaws when it comes into view. (11 to hit, assume that misses)
"That's better. Ya see, we're traders, not raiders. Now lets make this happen. A good deal is all we want.".
Vic cautiously picks up Korga's cleaver and lowers her rapier.
Surprised at how quickly Korga was disarmed, Tahlia looks over to the one holding the voidmaws, "Mind taking them away as we make a deal? Those are not necessary."
She then looks to Korga to see if he indeed has what they are looking for, keeping an eye out for deception.
Insight: 7
Korga rubs his thick neck where Vic’s blade had pressed, glaring at the cleaver now in her hand. His pride smarted, but survival and appearances warred in his expression. He snorts.
“Tch… You lot got teeth, I’ll grant you. Ain’t many walk in here and walk out again, let alone talk big while doing it.” He jerks his chin toward the voidmaw keeper.
“Put the beasts away. No need for a bloodbath when there's coin on the table.”
The beasts growl but are hauled away, chains scraping.
Turning back, Korga gestures to a nearby scrap-littered path.
“Got a chassis that might be what you need. Pulled from a derelict three cycles ago. Didn’t test it, but no leech spores last I checked. We’ll go see it. You’ve earned a look.”
Though his voice is gruff and accommodating, his jaw is tight, and his shoulders still bristle—like a caged worg forced to heel. He glances at his watching crew, trying to puff himself back up with a bit of swagger.
“Korga always makes deals with them what earn 'em.”
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Korga rises slowly, hands open in grudging peace. He grunts, gesturing down a cluttered path between towering scrap heaps. “This way, merchants.” Tahlia watches closely—no falsehood darkens his words.
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"Korga's no fool. Let's see whot ye got..". Vic says. She sheathes her rapier bit continues to carry Korga's weapon for the moment. Ever watchful, she keeps an eye out for any treachery.
Tahlia follows along, the earlier bravado of taking down the bullies that run this rock having been greatly diminished. She sighs, she feels for the ones that still occupy this place and then in a more urgent sense, she hopes that once they get what they need, will they be able to leave this rock? Undamaged?
Korga trudges ahead, boots crunching glass and rusted screws beneath him. With a grunt, he stops beside a twisted mound of scorched alloy and slag. “There,” he mutters, jabbing a thick finger toward a hunk of silver-gray metal half-buried beneath conduit coils and broken arcane drives.
Archael’s eyes narrow. The lines—the lattice pattern along the spine, the spell-threaded inlays—match what Bramble had been fiddling with aboard the Pen & Parchment.
“Looks like the chassis,” he murmurs. “Archsteel… possibly intact.”
Korga folds his arms and waits, jaw tight.
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"I think this might indeed be what we are looking for." The young white-haired waterdhavian noble says with a nod and a polite smile. "We need it to be fitted to be certain though. You can come and oversee everything of course to make sure we won't leave without giving you a fair price for it."
Korga’s lip curls as Archael speaks, the polite tone landing like barbs against his pride. His eyes harden, shoulders tightening beneath layers of corded muscle and soot-stained leather.
“I ain’t some copper-countin’ merchant,” he growls, voice low but thick with warning. “This ain’t a boutique and I ain’t your blacksmith.”
He steps closer, jabbing a thick finger at the archsteel.
“You want it, you dig it out. You pay. Then you walk. That’s the deal.”
His grin turns sly, eyes flicking to the wreckage.
“Or stay and earn your keep some other way. We always got use for amusement.”
He chuckles darkly, backing off just a step—just enough to shadow himself amid the towering junk.
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"welp, Let's see if it will serve. You don't have anyone strong enough to get it out of there? We can handle it I suppose.". Vic says. she studies the situation and the device to see how it can be removed.
((Looking at the coupler it does not look to big or heavy. It is just half buried in other stuff. You should be able to dig it out and lift it from the other rubble if you all work together)).
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Tahlia shrugs and walks over to where the device is half buried. "Vic, you keep an eye on the group, Archael and Djoser and I will get this out. C'mon boys." and she starts digging it out.
The young waterdhavian noble struggled to stay calm and polite at the extreme insolence of the simple thug. He obviously had managed to quickly forget he had been at their mercy mere moments ago and now he did his best to antagonize them further. Apparently he was not to be trusted or even bargained with and perhaps they should simply have made an example of him before his minions to make the rest of them more amenable to their wishes. Now there was nothing to stop the thug to order another attack on them at any point. He gives Tahlia a strained smile as she tells him to start digging. He would not be seen doing manual labour before this thug but fortunately he had magic on his side.
(Ritually cast Invisible servant to help clearing out the coupler, then ritually cast Floating Disc to transport it to the ship.)
Scrap and rust clanged to the ground as the coupler came free, the archsteel frame glinting beneath layers of grime. Archael’s conjured servant, unseen but purposeful, had done most of the heaving, and his floating disc now bore the weight of the prize with effortless poise.
Tahlia straightened, brushing metal dust from her hands, only to realize the half-orc’s looming presence was gone. The air felt… emptier.
A sharp whistle cut through the scrapyard, high and piercing. All eyes rose to a swaying hook on a cable above, near a shadowed platform.
Then came the howls—low at first, then rising in maddened hunger. The voidmaws.
From the darkness above, Korga’s voice rolled down, thick with cruel amusement.
“You can take that part—if you can make it out. Consider the ‘entertainment’ your payment.”
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"Korga, sacrificin yer pets? Thought you'd have more sense!". With that, Vic drops down into a crouch, readies her crossbow, and summons an illusionary piece of space junk around herself to hide in. 21 stealth, will attempt to shoot the first of the voidmaws when it comes into view. (11 to hit, assume that misses)
((
So, you are going to stand your ground. Very well.
Each of you take a preparatory action like Vic just did, after that begins Initiative order:
Archael, Tahlia, Djoser, Vic
))
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