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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mathew_Freeman" data-source="post: 1156693" data-attributes="member: 1846">Upon hearing that we were required back up North, and seeing Leo get teleported out by powerful magics, Tarquin asked Xiang if he would accompany him north to Gaxmoor, in order to help out. Xiang swiftly agreed, knowing that his talents lay with warfare on any scale. One spell later... ...they found they were in the wrong place. The fight was not to take place in Gaxmoor, but further south. Grabbing horses, the two rode forth throughout the night, exhausting themselves in the process. During the night, in order to help keep the less experienced rider awake, Xiang spoke about how he viewed the other members of the party. Tarquin didn't have much to say in reply... "It's a difficult thing, coming to terms with new comrades-in-arms," said Xiang. "You have to adapt to new fighting styles, new habits of warfare. All this spellcasting too, that's not something I'm used to in the middle of a fight. And having to fight on foot all the time! I much prefer fighting from horseback...you can get a real proper blow in from horseback. Go straight through a man." Noticing a slight green tinge to Tarquin's complexion at this point, Xiang swiftly moved back to his original point. "You're a good man, Tarquin. I've heard tales of Clerics, always preaching and trying to convert people. You're different. You've got a good head on your shoulders. Trying to turn those undead creatures when a lesser man would have panicked and struck at them. That showed true courage. And what you did for Aos, well, that's one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. Raising a man from the dead..." Xiang fell silent for a moment. "Leo, I can admire and dislike at the same time. On the one hand, he's a brilliant planner. He makes his spells work so hard for the group. If his prying eyes hadn't spotted those Deathdealers, we might have been in real trouble. And he has a fine grasp of when to hit hard with more flashy magic, too. However, he is almost paranoid with caution. He needs to learn, in my opinion, that sometimes a straight charge, right into the teeth of the enemy, can be the most effective weapon you have. If he had the courage to take more risks, he might become even more fearsome." Xiang shifted himself in his saddle, and glanced across to Tarquin. The Cleric of the Travelling God didn't seem to be enjoying this ride too much, but he was listening. "Aos is someone I have to constantly evaluate. His ability one-on-one is probably unmatched, but his team play is not quite there. His reliance on his fencing style works well against ordinary humanoids, but suffers against undead. Still, that flaming rapier of his is a wonderful weapon, and he certainly moves around the battlefield well. Just so long as he concentrates, he's great. His girlfriend, or whatever she his, Titania, she's pretty much the same. Makes a few mistakes, that confusion spell being a case in point, but she's settling down and focusing a little more. Haste is a wonderful piece of magic, and when combined with her singing, she really makes a difference. And her diplomacy skills are excellent. I'll certainly be asking her to get hold of equipment for me in the future." "I have to talk about Sigurd next. Ah, now there's a warrior! That rage, that complete disdain for physical pain...what a fighter! There are few people I've met that I wouldn't like to go up against, and he's one of them. Inspiring type, too. Fights very well. We'll have to sit down and have a talk someday. But for now, I think I'd follow him wherever he lead. He's a man of destiny, that's for sure." Xiang paused again, viewing in his mind the way Sigurd had run riot against the undead. "That sword! Electricity and frost combined in one weapon...a fantastic idea. Still, his weapon can't do what my Spear does..." Almost unconsciously, one hand fell from the reins to check the Spear was safe on the horse. Tarquin had noted that Xiang did this every couple of minutes, whether Xiang was aware of it or not. "Elros I don't know that well...he's certainly a very competent archer. Good long range on him, too. Someone I knew once said that 'an archer is never a wasted thread', and she was right. Whatever your situation, an archer is often best placed to react to it. He needs to learn to follow orders, although I do believe he made the right choice against the DeathDealers. And speaking of following orders, Saphie. Now, she might weild mighty destructive magics, but if she doesn't learn to ask before running off with an idea, or protect herself before destroying the enemy, she's going to get herself killed. I try to look out for her where I can, such as against the ambush just south of Gaxmoor, but none of us can spare an eye for her all the time. In contrast to Leo, she needs to find the balance a little closer to caution." "And that leaves Cho. I know she dislikes me, seeing me as a Traitor, but I hope she understands what I did and why. I certainly appreciate her skills. Her ability to stun the opposition is invaluable, and her speed and grace are weapons no one else has. With those new Hawk's Talons, she's a true fighting force to be reckoned with." Xiang glanced across at Tarquin again. He seemed to be nodding off a touch. "Hey! Cleric! Keep awake, we've a long ride to go, yet!"</blockquote>

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