Redclaw's Eyes of the Lich Queen

[sblock=ooc]: it was to answer the "last minute" thing of Talas, and to keep the conversation flowing.
I've no intention of losing the train! :eek:[/sblock]
 
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Talas

Talas stands near the rail of the ship, looking overboard at the waves crashing againt the hull. "Yes Cholas, once we reach Adderport, we can fetch some arrows of cold iron to use against any fiends we find. If they have a Church of the Silver Flame, that would be a good place to start."

For the several days aboard the ship, Talas is up early in the morning, exercising, climbing up and down the rigging, sparring with his companions on the rolling deck, basically anything to keep his mind off the boredom of the days at sea. During the sparring practice, Talas speaks to his companions, offering advice, even if they don't want it.

"Now imagine I am a Q'barran tiger! I jump down from the trees above you," Talas says as he leaps from the rigging to swing at Alexa. "He swipes at you with his claws and bites onto your leg, nearly pulling you into his waiting grasp. What do you do? No, no! Don't back away! You stand and fight. Tigers relish the chase, if you run, he will surely catch you and tackle you to the ground."
 

Alexa arches her eyebrow at Talas. "Tackle me to the ground, eh? My, sir, you do presume." Her lips twitch in a flirtatious smile as she whirls and spins in a sudden rush of movement, tumbling behind Talas and tapping the back of his neck with the flat of her kukri. "Besides, everyone knows that tigers go for the killing blow first. One bite to the back of the neck. Why chase your prey when it's already deigned to deliver itself to you?" She steps back into a guard stance and winks at Talas, her eyes merry and her cheeks rosy with exertion.
 

Talas

Talas roll forward, to come up facing the petite woman once again. "Ah yes, but if a tiger is mad from hunger, the need to eat and the sight of wounded prey would be much stronger than the urge to run from a failed pounce."
 




Cholas

Outside, with the gruffy ranger - "Here they go, flirting again - really, it gets embarassing, don't you think, Breg?"

Cholas will spend the journey on deck, nosing around, listening to any random sailor who wants help from a "priest" (he's probably the best excuse for one they've met in a while), or just hanging out on deck, feeling the wind and reminiscing of past journeys with Bregan, if he will - so, mostly trying to leave Talas and Alexa on their own when the flirting gets too bad.
 

Cholas, how could one tell if a human is not human? He askes blankly.




**edit** text color was wrong......... it annoyed me once I figured it out.
 
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The crew consists typical House Lyrandar sailors, with a few unmarked half-elves as officers, and a captain with a lesser mark. As such, they are all followers of the Host, so they show little interest in Cholas' musings on the Flame. Some listen politely, but none seem very convinced.
 

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