Inside of a hastily constructed tent, you sit with arms crossed and offered refreshments untouched. Raiko Klaven, the commander of the foemen, sits across from you with a nervous look on his grizzled face. He swishes a cup of light mead back and forth as he drums fingers against the fold-out wooden table—a rather ingenious invention, if you do say so yourself!
After some time, Raiko realizes that he'll have to be the one to break the silence. Sighing, he downs the mead and sets the cup down with a light clink. "You are strong, too strong for us to grab as we are now. We have slain none of you while you have slain thirteen of us, including my young brother," white-hot hate flashes across his eyes, but he banishes it away with a flexing of iron will. "If you allow me and my men to leave with our lives and livelihoods, I promise we will hold no grudges."
"And what's to stop me from just killing you?" Your eyes stay narrowed as he shifts in his seat.
Suddenly, you're reminded of just how big the man before you really is. As a growl rumbles free of his lips, his shoulders are easily broad enough to blot out the light streaming in from the entrance cut into the cloth. Each of his palms could easily cup your entire head without much effort—helm included!
"Because while we aren't strong enough to grab you, you aren't strong enough to grab us—not without much anguish in the aftermath," he taps a finger against the table hard enough for the surface to splinter. "You hit me as someone who wouldn't throw her men's lives away for nothing."
'Well, he's right,' Blackhand mutters as you consider Raiko's words. 'Play your pieces right and you could make off with quite the pretty penny from this.'
"A fair point," you'll concede that much to him. "But I won't let you go for free."
Raiko grumbles as he leans back and folds his arms before his broad chest, "What would you want of us?" (Tactics: 10+7) 17 Successes
As you sit in silence, you consider the man before you and what he might be willing to part with. He's clearly someone who cares for his men—perhaps too much, if anything. He'd be willing to part with much if it means his men going free.
...He might even be willing to part with his freedom...
What do you demand of him?
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AN: Not much to say here other than that the odd word choice is intentional
[X] We'll heal your wounded and let you leave with no further harm for three-quarters of all your goods
-[X] Use Lowest-Limit trick to adjust the demand for goods more precisely as needed.
Depending on the nature of the loot we have various options including our soulscape. We could move a bunch of Restful Clay there and free up some space...that might mean we can't readily get it out and sell it, but we want to keep a bunch of that anyway.
Weave Seidr costs are abstracted and it shouldn't take that long...should be doable. We can arrange them to be in bad positions to attack while we heal them one at a time easily enough, I think.
[X] We'll heal your wounded and let you leave with no further harm for three-quarters of all your goods
-[X] Use Lowest-Limit trick to adjust the demand for goods more precisely as needed.
In return we should demand some kind of oath of safe-passage that he will not return with more men or tell someone else where to find us. One-month limitation then he's free to do as he wills.
[X] We'll heal your wounded and let you leave with no further harm for three-quarters of all your goods
-[X] Use Lowest-Limit trick to adjust the demand for goods more precisely as needed.
[X] We'll heal your wounded and let you leave with no further harm for three-quarters of all your goods
-[X] Use Lowest-Limit trick to adjust the demand for goods more precisely as needed.
Three quarters seems a bit steep, but they did attack us, so eh, this seems fine.
After some time, Raiko realizes that he'll have to be the one to break the silence. Sighing, he downs the mead and sets the cup down with a light clink. "You are strong, too strong for us to grab as we are now. We have slain none of you while you have slain thirteen of us, including my young brother," white-hot hate flashes across his eyes, but he banishes it away with a flexing of iron will. "If you allow me and my men to leave with our lives and livelihoods, I promise we will hold no grudges."
The "as we are now" is interesting here. I wonder if that's the odd word choice mentioned? He could just be talking about the situation or insufficient numbers, but it kind of seems like he means that under other circumstances, if he and is men were different somehow, then he thinks they'd have better chances. Do the Estonian cultivators have some kind of situational power-up which they don't have access to at present? A transformation, maybe?
The "as we are now" is interesting here. I wonder if that's the odd word choice mentioned? He could just be talking about the situation or insufficient numbers, but it kind of seems like he means that under other circumstances, if he and is men were different somehow, then he thinks they'd have better chances. Do the Estonian cultivators have some kind of situational power-up which they don't have access to at present? A transformation, maybe?
I think he mostly means now that they're injured and down from over 70 people to, like, 60 or less. They may also be better at ship to ship battles given their description.
Well, we are somewhat out of character deciding in character, kind of hard to know what exactly is fair and unfair. That's why I suggested the Lowest-Limit Thing, so Halla could in-character adjust her demand to be more appropriate.
(Honestly the Dwarf negotiation style where things were costed and then we chart out the options might have been a better idea since we are a quest after all.)
Well, we are somewhat out of character deciding in character, kind of hard to know what exactly is fair and unfair. That's why I suggested the Lowest-Limit Thing, so Halla could in-character adjust her demand to be more appropriate.
(Honestly the Dwarf negotiation style where things were costed and then we chart out the options might have been a better idea since we are a quest after all.)
Different situations. The dwarves have an inarguable price list and are known quantities...Halla is going by guesswork and intuition here just like we are. I think the difference between the two is very appropriate.
I think he mostly means now that they're injured and down from over 70 people to, like, 60 or less. They may also be better at ship to ship battles given their description.
I'm pretty sure it's the fact that he's speaking slightly broken English (well, slightly broken Norse in-universe) and using 'grab' for defeat and 'hit me' as 'strike me'...things like that.
[X] We'll heal your wounded and let you leave with no further harm for three-quarters of all your goods
-[X] Use Lowest-Limit trick to adjust the demand for goods more precisely as needed.