Hannibal Oryen
Slick Fondorian
KESH SYSTEM, KESH
THE CITY OF TAHV
@[member="Jacques Cavill"] | @[member="Arthos Vynea"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] |@ThatOneGuyAndrewWantedMeToTag
Hannibal was a man of many hobbies. Mercenary work, bounty hunting, bank robberies... He had yet to add treasure hunting, tomb raiding, and general adventuring to that list. There was a lot of money to be had in this kind of work, but there was also a lot of danger if he went it alone. Besides, Hannibal liked meeting new people. These folks he had called up were of a different sort than Hannibal usually worked with. That was to say that they probably had interest in whatever they found that didn't include just selling it on the market to the highest bidder. These were scholars, intellectuals... Force Users, basically. Hannibal didn't care much for that hocus-pocus nonsense. These were the folks interested in helping him scrounge around for some ancient Sith stuff, so along they would come.
Hopefully they were comfortable on board the Negative Perspiration. Doomtreaders were usually made for transporting bulk prisoners, bounties... Yeah, they'd be fine.
"Aaaaaallrighty, folks." Hannibal announced over the freighter's intercom system. Or calling behind him, depending upon where they were standing. "I'm makin' my rounds now. We'll be landin' in a minute."
Tahv was a ruined city. Had been for years; centuries even. But the treasures inside were mostly untouched. Untouched aside from roving bands of wild animals and sociopaths, tribals, and cultists. Or a combination of all three. Tahv had been a center for the Sith arts back in an era where there were Sith had arts. Paintings, statues, tapestries, brutal ceremonial assassin daggers- the whole shebang. There was bound to be a treasure trove of goods to be found.
"There's a whole lotta crazed folks runnin' around these ruins, so be careful once we're off. Stay together, all that nonsense. Any questions, ya know where I am."
THE CITY OF TAHV
@[member="Jacques Cavill"] | @[member="Arthos Vynea"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] |@ThatOneGuyAndrewWantedMeToTag
Hannibal was a man of many hobbies. Mercenary work, bounty hunting, bank robberies... He had yet to add treasure hunting, tomb raiding, and general adventuring to that list. There was a lot of money to be had in this kind of work, but there was also a lot of danger if he went it alone. Besides, Hannibal liked meeting new people. These folks he had called up were of a different sort than Hannibal usually worked with. That was to say that they probably had interest in whatever they found that didn't include just selling it on the market to the highest bidder. These were scholars, intellectuals... Force Users, basically. Hannibal didn't care much for that hocus-pocus nonsense. These were the folks interested in helping him scrounge around for some ancient Sith stuff, so along they would come.
Hopefully they were comfortable on board the Negative Perspiration. Doomtreaders were usually made for transporting bulk prisoners, bounties... Yeah, they'd be fine.
"Aaaaaallrighty, folks." Hannibal announced over the freighter's intercom system. Or calling behind him, depending upon where they were standing. "I'm makin' my rounds now. We'll be landin' in a minute."
Tahv was a ruined city. Had been for years; centuries even. But the treasures inside were mostly untouched. Untouched aside from roving bands of wild animals and sociopaths, tribals, and cultists. Or a combination of all three. Tahv had been a center for the Sith arts back in an era where there were Sith had arts. Paintings, statues, tapestries, brutal ceremonial assassin daggers- the whole shebang. There was bound to be a treasure trove of goods to be found.
"There's a whole lotta crazed folks runnin' around these ruins, so be careful once we're off. Stay together, all that nonsense. Any questions, ya know where I am."