The man looks at Moltaris, surprised but he replies on his mind.

"What the **** are you talkin' about? There's no our here. Who are you? Are you one of them?"

Meanwhile the goblin looks to his side to the man, obviously scared.

"Die? You didn't say nothing about dying... you can still tak.."

"shh.." replies the man, looking to Moltaris, waiting for a reply.

"You have your orders. I have mine."

The man grimly look at Moltaris. He nods and puts a man over the goblin tinkerer shoulder. 
“ I see” he thinks back to her. “Only problem is... I take orders from no one!” 
Before anyone can react in that tense moments the man stabs the goblin on the back and his blade appears on the goblins chest, blood spouting over the weird device. 
Another one of the lights flickers and turn off and the elemental core pulses brightly. 

- Good Luck with this - says the man, taking a step back into the shadows. 

Seeing his leader plans, the bugbear drops something from one hidden pocket and a small explosion and cloud of smog cover him. When the smoke clears a few seconds later he is gone, hidding in the shadows of the chamber. 
Mazzira extends her left hand and one of the goblins is frozen in place by her elemental powers. 

Kyne cautiously ventures forwards into the steam, holding his magic ready to attack, but finds nothing but steam, pipes and shadows.

Kyne hears some arcane words ahead and immediatly looks in that direction. Hiding in the farthest corner of the room he can see the bugbear in a defensive position and behind him the human, reading a scroll. 

The runes on the parchment flashes and he sees the man looking in the direction of Moltaris before they both dissapear in a flash of light. 

The rest of the team sees the sudden flash of light and Mazira curses in orcish. 

- They got away. What's that? - she asks poiting to the odd device connected to the Elemental Core. 

     With everything around him seeming to slow down after Seb'riel cast her spell on him, Hurosk rushes to the side of the room. "I will cover you all. Get to work on that thing," he says before disappearing among the pipework and the fog. Notching an arrow, he lies in wait for one of the hijackers to show themselves. 

Moltaris growls low in her throat as the voice vanishes. She prowls through the fog looking for anyone who might be left to ambush her friends, or any markings they may have left of their passing. "Dammit, they've all vanished," she mutters before making her way back to Dworic and asking the Bright Mother to help the dwarf not kill all of them.

Dworic ran towards the weird artifact that was affecting the elemental core and he quickly inspects it, recognizing some parts of it and guessing the funcionality of others. 

It seems that the tubes that connect the thing with the elemental core are fueling cold into it. Every few seconds, the device generates cold that threatens to break the containment field of the fire elemental at the core, and making the imprisioned creature really mad. 

The device was accumulating more and more power and soon it will reach it's critical mass and the elemental core will be broken. That will cause, not only the huge airship to fall from the sky, or at least render it inoperative and in serious crashin danger, but it would release a very angry and big fire elemental in it's basement. 

He thinks that he can deactivate the device, though, and he quickly looks for an access panel to the central control board. It has to be one in order to set the parameters of the device. He finally found it, but it seems to be locked by a six gear lock. 

He can see several numbers carved in sequence around the metal case of each gear. Four of the six gears are blocked. The other two can be turned and in a small window he can see other numbers. Setting the correct combination in both gears will surely open the access pannel and he could gain access to the control board. 

Moving fast both gears he quickly obtains the changing numbers on the second and third gear, wich are the mobile ones. 

Droplets of sweat seep down Dworic's face as the steam but mostly the stress gets the better of him. He stares at the numbers, gears turning in his head as he tries to solve the combination. He whispers under his breath, "Bloody hell..." as he turns one of the wheels, "three..." he wipes some sweat off his brow, "ayght.." he exhales a stressed breath, "twuu..." he winces as he clicks the final number into place, "Ayght!" 

Even with the scratch in one of the numbers, that make it hard to say if that was an eight or a nine, Dworic moves the wheels to complete what he thinks is the correct iteration of numbers. 

With a click a hiss and a release of vapor, the front panel opens to the sides, revealing the inner part of the device. They all kind of release their breath but then, another light bulb goes off. The device isn't deactivated yet.

The artificier can see a fine sheet of ice, covering a series of cables that runs from the center of the device, wich the frozen power is coming from, towards the rest of the device. 

He knows that he must cut the cables in a certain order to cut the power and not to provoke a retroalimentation that accelerate the reaction and make it suddenly explode. 

He then remembers one study he read in the past, written by a gnome called Lammpelstynskylinstallaynsktynistychik, that the visual light could be measured and cataloged depending on what he called the wavelenght in wich the light is percieved. So, according to this theory, if you are able to change your way to percieve this wavelength you would be able to change the colours you see. 

Seeing how the light of the elemental chamber reflects on the thin ice covering the inner parts and the cables reflects, that comes to Dworic's mind. He also remembers, not sure why he even memorized it, the grading of this wavelenght and how it changed from red to violet with all the rainbow colors in between. The theory also spoke that the rainbow wasn't a bridge or a portal to feywild, but merely the reflection of the light in water or water vapor that make the light change of colours.He tried to replicate it using different recipients or cristals but the gnome was only able to obtain partial rainbows.

The cables were of different colors; Cyan, Indigo, Violet and Magenta. 

He cannot acces the cables directly, for the thin layer of ice cover them, but he had to remove his gauntlets and put his hands inside via a couple of access holes that had been revealed on the sides when the external case opened. 

He could feel the cold emanating from the device in his fingers as he approaches the cables. 

He grabs the first one, trying to decide wich one should go first... 

Dworic stares at this sheet of ice thinking deeply at what he should do. Knowing time is of the essence, he uses his knowledge of lights and prisms to discern that these cables have all been blue-shifted. Feeling his palms getting clammy and the heat of the steam on his face, he recognizes that the heat required to melt this ice would surely cause a meltdown, and breaking it could be even worse. This system cools the elemental chamber, thus, he must cut the wire causing the cold first and work his way up. Being able to feel these cables it's difficult to discern the minor differences in temperature between all the cables. Feeling the weight of the situation and the encouragement from his companions he is able to tell which cable is the warmest and which is the coolest. With this knowledge, he begins to cut the magenta cable first, "Hope ay'm rayght 'bout dis." As he snips the cable a hiss comes from the bomb and a freezing cold jet of air hit Dworic arms. He can feel the hairs on his arm freezing as he winces from the sensation. He continues cutting the cables in the order, violet, indigo, cyan as with each snip more jets of cold blast his arm as the uncomfortable sensation turns into a painful burning sensation. He finishes cutting the last wire as he winces expecting the whole ship to blow up. But to his surprise and excitement it didn't, "Tha's how a dwarf does it. Ye can tank me layter."

With a final hiss and a release of cold energy that makes them all to take a couple of steps away from the device, the energies that feed it seems to disipate and the rumble on the Elemental Core begins to calm down. 

Mazira palms Dworic's shoulder.

"We thank you and I can assure you, Lyrandar House never forgets! "

"I can assure you that" says the great mastiff that hindered the assasination attempt walking to Marzira's side and waging his tail when she pets him behind the ears. 

The situation is finally under control and the remmants of the attackers are dispatched or flee. They converege in the now ruined casino and bar, and Hurosk flips back a table and some chairs so they can sit, while Kyne finds some intact liquor bottles. The fact that it seems that there are no glasses for all doesn't stop them to share the good, strong liquor while the crew start to put some order. They have been told to wait there until the Captain can come back to them to thank them personally. 

The pressure on the core finally eases and Kyne lets out a breath that he hadn't realised that he was holding.

"Not bad, Dawangaz," he chuckles, clapping Dworic affectionately on the shoulder and sheathing his sword.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink. Say maybe there's something left in the casino..."

    "Yeah, good job there dwagz!" Hurosk materializes through pipes and steam, and slings his bow across his back. "I guess you can stick around." 

    "A drink sounds good," he says heading back towards the casino. "But, I hope you don't mind how I decorated in here. I was going for a hobgoblin-train-wreck feel." 

Molly nods to the dwarf, quiet and respectful. "Well done, master Dworic," she murmurs. "You saved us, and I will not forget that debt. Welcome to the family."

She nods to Kyne and exhales, drained. "You have A drink... I'll have as many as we can find."

After a few minutes were they empty at least a bottle and a half of excellent wine they see Marzira and Alistair, the captain of the ship, along with Tandriel, come into the casino. 

"I understand that we have to thank you for your timely assistance in stopping this attack on our ship and our very lifes. Me, and House L'yrandar are in your debt. But we haven't been properly introduced. I am Alistair d'Lyrandar, Captain of this ship. Marzira tells me that you were waiting for your tickets to be brought up, and Tandriel says that you talked to her about taking a trip o her own ship to Sarlona. " 

"And it seems that they were about to go with you without saying goodbye! " Tandriel adds with a smile "Well, aren't you going to share at least some of your spoils from the battle?" she says extending a hand to Moltaris to take the bottle she is drinking of. 

Alistair continues with a smirk

"Well, anyway, if you still want to go to Sarlona,whatever are your reasons, you'll have passage here in the Dragon or in the Mist Eagle. Anyway, Chosen Kryytharkul wants to see you and thank you personally. This trip is of some importance to Khorvaire and the Five Nations and the State of Riedra, for they are trying to increase their diplomatic relationships after the War. Would you, please, come with us?" 

"We were just investigating our options," Kyne retorts with a friendly smirk when he hears Tandriel's jovial accusation. "It was our pleasure and the Mist Eagle's services would be greatly appreciated. For the moment though, we'd be perfectly happy to meet with the Chosen."

Rising, the Elf makes to follow d'Lyrandar.

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"And it seems that they were about to go with you without saying goodbye! " Tandriel adds with a smile "Well, aren't you going to share at least some of your spoils from the battle?" she says extending a hand to Moltaris to take the bottle she is drinking of. 

 

Molly eyes Tandriel with a grin of frank appreciation and hands over the bottle. "Careful, Captain. First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you."

Tandriel smiles to Molly and replies with a wink before taking a good sip.

"My my... Is that so? Am I fortunate to have near some heroes that could take me to my ship if that happens... ain't I?" 

Molly is preoccupied with the shape of Tandriel's eyes and... Other attributes... when the mention of a Chosen registers with her.

"A Chosen? **** that noise. Not going to that meeting. Nope." Her eyes take on a haunted mien and she gets up, stalking the room for a fresh bottle.